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Sorry for the delay. I started classes and so sadly the time in between my updates will be a couple of weeks. Don't lose faith in me! I'm not giving up on this story, I'm just uber busy! Here is chapter 6. It is extra long, so I hope you enjoy it!
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Chapter 6
Ginny appeared 10 minutes later and sat down at the table. Her hair was wet and clung to her fair, freckled shoulders. Her plain white tank was still wet around where her hair laid. She grabbed a waffle from the plate nearest her and topped it with butter and syrup. She took a bite before turning to the person sitting next to her. Hermione was watching her intently, a look of concern on her face.
"What?" Ginny asked after she took another bite, her voice sounding distinctly like Ron's.
"Can we talk after breakfast?" The other girl asked, quietly.
"Sure, Mione." She answered placing a smile on her face.
Exactly 20 minutes, 2 waffles, and a glass of pumpkin juice later, Ginny and Hermione were sitting in their room on Ginny's bed.
"So what was so important that you had to literally drag me away from breakfast?" Ginny took a bite out of the apple that she had grabbed before Hermione pulled her away from the table and upstairs.
"I wanted to talk to you alone before Ron and Harry finished eating." She pulled at a string sticking out of the old comforter. Her eyes slowly went back up to Ginny's. "What was going on with Harry this morning?"
"He wanted to see how I was after finding out about the Draco thing last night. And we just talked, that's all." She took another bite and looked out the window. It was certainly a sunny day and it stunk that they were inside, instead of outside enjoying the sun and playing Quidditch.
"That's not what I mean. Why did it look like he was about to kiss you?"
"Well, maybe because he was." Ginny replied smartly. Hermione's eyes flashed with annoyance before she brought back her calm demeanor. She exhaled deeply before resuming their conversation.
"Ginny, you know that I don't like to pry into your life. I just am worried about you. And not for the whole you dated Draco so obviously you must be under the Imperius curse thing your brother was always going on about. But because you seem really distant lately." She paused and watched Ginny stand up and throw away the core of the devoured apple. "I just thought maybe you would need a girl to talk to. Someone who understands." Ginny sat back down and studied Hermione's face. Seeing that her intentions were clearly true, she nodded her head.
"Everything has just been so fast in the last week and a half." She situated herself on the bed so she was sitting across from Hermione and regaled what exactly she had been going through and had been feeling since they left school. She left out some parts, like the secret relationship she and Draco were engaging in and everything with Harry. She wasn't sure she was ready to discuss anything involving Harry in the off chance that she discovered something she didn't want to. Like she really did still like him.
"Wow, Ginny. How have you been keeping all of this to yourself?" Hermione asked pushing her recently tamed brown hair off her shoulders and into a bun at the nape of her neck.
"I haven't really. Harry has been talking to me about it." Ginny replied knowing that once the Harry topic was breeched, there would be no stopping Hermione. But there was no moving around it. She knew exactly what Hermione wanted to talk about.
"Ginny, I know you kissed Harry a couple of days ago at the Burrow." She paused for a few moments before continuing. "He still really cares about you. He won't come out and admit it probably because he doesn't want to seem stupid, but he does."
"I know he does, Hermione. And in some ways, I still care about him too. But I'm not over Draco. So, I'm not ready to be in a relationship."
"Why did you kiss him?"
"I…" Ginny trailed her eyes to her lap. How did she explain this to Hermione without making it seem like she was harboring feels for Harry? Maybe it would be easier to just tell her the truth. Hermione was a smart girl. Maybe she could shed some light on these dreams. And without thinking about whether this would be a good idea or not, Ginny told her the truth. "I've been having these dreams."
"Okay?" Hermione asked giving her a confused look.
"About Harry." Hermione gave a small "oh" before urging Ginny to explain these dreams. "I've been having them for over 3 weeks. And they all continue from one to the other. And in them we are dating and they are always full of these intense snogging sessions. And in some dreams, they are about us having sex. And they are always really…good." She felt her face burn with her last word. Hermione smiled comfortingly. "And in them I am always saying things to him about how I love him and how I want to spend the rest of my life with him."
"So what? They made you start thinking that maybe this is your subconscious' way of saying you aren't over Harry?" Ginny's mouth opened and she stared at the older girl.
"You hit the nail right on the head, Mione. I am impressed to say the least." She shook her head in disbelief at how easy this was. Hermione smiled a little before plowing on.
"Ginny, dreams can be telling us many different things. Most of the time they aren't as simple as they seem. So on one hand these dreams could mean that there are feelings that you are suppressing and on the other it could mean something completely different. Don't put too much stock into them."
"Hermione, I felt something that day I kissed Harry. Something I wasn't expecting at all." She sighed and buried her head in her lap.
"Harry was your first love. And you honestly cared about him. It's not surprising that you would feel something for him. In fact, that something may never go away. But only pursue something with him if that's what you want. Don't lead him on."
"I would never do that, Mione." She replied sitting up and looking at Hermione. "I would never hurt Harry intentionally."
"I know that. And Harry knows that. It's just right now you're vulnerable and it is only natural to want someone to be there for you in that way."
"I don't want anyone in that way, right now. I just thought that if I kissed Harry and I didn't feel anything then maybe these dreams would stop. And if I felt something then I would know that I still had feelings for him."
"Well, don't let a dream dictate how you feel. If you like Harry then that's fine. And if you don't then tell him." Hermione stopped again and looked out the window for a few moments. Neither girl spoke and an uncomfortable silence settled between them. Finally, Hermione finished her thoughts. "You were the first girl he has ever loved. And we both know that Harry hasn't felt love a lot in his life. So he is holding on to it as strong as possible. And plus he says that he feels like you are the only girl besides me, that understands him completely. He won't give that up without a fight."
"But I don't understand him, Hermione. He confuses me more than anyone else ever has. I pushed him away and I cheated on him and he still wants me." She whispered, feeling herself losing control of the thoughts that had been plaguing her for months. She still felt guilty for what she had done to Harry.
"Ginny, stop feeling guilty for how your relationship ended. It happened and you can't change it. Harry has forgiven you, so you need to forgive yourself too." Hermione's voice was firm but understanding.
"Why would he still want to be with me after everything that happened?"
"Harry's life is really uncertain right now. He is trying his hardest to cling to the things that make sense to him and the things that make him feel secure. Like Ron and I as his friends. And you as his girlfriend."
"He can't just hold onto things that aren't there." Ginny said softly.
"You're right. But can you honestly tell me that if you were Harry and you were in his situation you wouldn't try to revert back to a time when everything felt right and safe?" Ginny looked back down at her lap and thought about what Hermione said. She understood why Harry would feel this way, but it wouldn't work. She couldn't be what he wanted her to be.
"I would act the same way. But I can't be who he wants me to be. I can't be his girlfriend."
"I honestly don't even think Harry wants a girlfriend. He is in the middle of a war that will get worse before it gets better. He wouldn't put you through that."
"Then what does he want me for then?"
"I think he wants you to be there for him like you used to. Before you were with Draco and before his life got too confusing and scary."
"So he pretty much wants me to be the 15 year old Ginny, who was pining away for him and was always there when it was convenient to him." Her thinly veiled irritation made Hermione sigh.
"No, that's not what he wants or what I meant. I just mean he wants to go back to a time where everything was simple for him. And being with you reminds him of that time. It's selfish, yes. But right now, it's all he has." She paused and saw Ginny look into her eyes. "You would want the same thing if you were him and you know it. Actually you do want the same thing."
"What?" She asked confused.
"You want the same thing. You want to go back to a time when life was simple and you didn't have to feel like everything was going wrong." Ginny immediately understood what Hermione meant.
"The day I came back from Christmas break." She saw Hermione's confused look and she continued. "Harry had talked to you and Ron and both of you were better about the relationship. Draco and I had finally went public with our relationship. My parents agreed to at least consider him. We were finally together again after not seeing each other for 2 weeks. He told me he loved me and we slept together for the first time. I felt like nothing in the world could go wrong. And it was the best night of my life. I felt safe and happy and secure in our relationship." She paused for a few moments, stopping the tears from falling. "If I could go back to a time when everything was perfect I would pick that night. Because that night was the beginning of the best 6 months of my life."
"You slept with Draco?" Hermione squeaked out, her earlier seriousness forgotten.
"Oh yeah. I didn't tell you that?" Ginny said trying to sound unaffected, but failing miserably.
"No, you didn't tell me that!" Hermione paused for a second. "How was it?"
"Mione!" Ginny exclaimed surprised that she would ask such a girly question. Hermione urged her on and Ginny sighed. "Every time we have sex it's perfect. And each time it gets better and better."
"You aren't still sleeping with him are you?" Hermione asked.
"Why would you say that?" Ginny replied feigning confusion and doing a good job. If Draco had taught her anything over the last few months it was how to hide exactly what she was really feeling. And every once in awhile she actually did a fair job.
"Because you just used present tense when you said that. 'And each time it gets better and better.' Shouldn't it have been it got better?" Hermione looked at Ginny and raised one eyebrow questioningly.
"Well up until a week ago we were sleeping together. But obviously we aren't now. Last night was the first time I have even spoken with him since the breakup. It was just a slip up." She blew out a breath and continued. "It's hard, knowing it's really over."
"It'll get easier as time passes. And when you go to school in 2 months you won't see him. Out of sight out of mind." Hermione pulled Ginny into a hug. Ginny returned it before pulling away. She felt more relaxed knowing that Hermione wasn't getting too suspicious with what she was saying.
"I know. But part of me still really hopes that he changes his mind or something. Pretty stupid, huh?"
"No it's not stupid. You really cared about him and it hurts to know that you both want something you can't have."
"I know I want it. But I guess he didn't. He would have fought harder if he did."
"He still wants you Ginny. We could all see it last night. The way he kept looking at you when Mr. Weasley was explaining what happened with the Death Eater stuff, it was obvious that he was worried about what you were thinking. And we all know that he is doing this for you. Without you, he would still be under Lucius' wing."
"I know." Ginny laid back on her bed and stretched her legs out in front of her. "This is so frustrating. All of it."
"Let's talk about something else then, yeah?" Hermione suggested.
For the rest of the morning the girls talked. Ginny was beginning to feel more comfortable around Hermione. And Hermione was starting to feel like she had her best female friend back. This newly reconstructed relationship seemed to bring the four friends back to how they were before. Before Harry and Ginny started dating and before all the stuff with Draco had occurred.
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Draco walked to his dresser and began pulling out his newly laundered clothes and putting them in organized piles on his bed that would make even Hermione proud. He had been packing since he got home the previous night from Headquarters. He couldn't sleep at all because his mind was spinning with everything that was going to happen tonight. He was going to see Voldemort, the man that had caused him so much pain. The man that ruined his parents to the point that they were almost unrecognizable. He remembered, looking at photo albums as a child and seeing how happy his parents were on their wedding day, exactly a year before power became more important than love to Lucius. His father had always been a dark wizard, even in Hogwarts, but it wasn't until the Dark Lord gave him an outlet for it that he became even worse. Draco sometimes wondered how much better his life would have been if Voldemort had never existed. His parents would probably have been a lot more loving and he would have grown up knowing love instead of mocking it.
He sat down on his bed, finally taking a break from all the packing he had done. He knew eventually he would have to go downstairs and break the news to his parents that he was moving out. He knew it wouldn't go too well, but unfortunately hiding it would only make things worse. He stood up reluctantly, closed his trunk, and looked around his room. It didn't look much different, since Draco was never one for a bunch of photos or knickknacks. His room was empty and emotionless much like he had been before everything with Dumbledore and before he had Ginny in his life.
"Draco." His mother said from the door breaking him from his thoughts.
"Good morning, mother." He replied turning towards her.
"You're packing, why?" She asked. Draco looked at her and swore he saw something along the lines of worry flash through her eyes.
"I found an apartment. I was just getting ready to come and tell you and Father."
"You're moving out?" She walked into the room and started to look around. He was obviously packed and ready to leave.
"I'm of age and I need to have a place to myself. I don't want to live off of you and father forever." He replied looking out the window. The sun was breaking over the mountains, meaning it was a little after 6:30. He had been packing for over 5 hours. And he wasn't the least bit tired.
"You are our son. You aren't a burden to us." Draco looked at his mother questioningly. She was acting different. She wasn't acting cold and indifferent, but weak and vulnerable.
"Mother, what's wrong?" He asked walking over to her.
"What do you mean?"
"Forgive me for how this is about to sound, but when have you cared about whether or not I stay in the house? You and father pretty much ignore me when I am here." Narcissa sat down on her son's bed and looked up at him. He was the spitting image of his father when he was that age, tall, pale, and strikingly handsome. It was a wonder that he didn't have a girlfriend.
"I know that you haven't had the most loving environment as you've grown up. But I love you. Don't forget that." She said looking into his silver eyes that looked so much like his father's.
"I know, mum. Now would you tell me what this is really about? What's wrong?" He sat down next to her and took her hand in his. His mother smiled softly and squeezed his hand affectionately.
"I heard your father talking by floo network this morning. I know what you did." She stopped waiting for him to respond. He looked at her, urging her to keep going. "I know you gave yourself to the Death Eaters, so that your father and I could live. Why did you do that, Draco?" He was about to tell her it wasn't a big deal and it didn't matter, but then he saw the look on her face. He had never seen him mother look so sad. He started from the beginning.
"Because I didn't kill Dumbledore, our entire family was sentenced to death. I made a deal with the Dark Lord. I told him that if he let you live, I would commit myself to him." He sighed, remembering that night. "At first, he didn't see what letting you and father live would help, but then I reminded him that father was one of the most faithful servants he had and that you were one of the last pureblood witches we had. And if he killed you then he would be thinning out the already diminishing pure population. He agreed after some convincing and decided that you could live. He made a deal, telling me that if he let you live then I had to give up my freedom to him. Once and for all." He looked over at his mother and saw tears forming in her eyes. It was the first time he could remember seeing her cry.
"Why would you do that for two people who didn't even care about you as a child?" She asked trying her hardest to keep any emotions inside.
"You care about me, mum. And I care about you. And father cares about me somewhere deep inside. He just doesn't know how to show it." He put his arm around his mother's slim shoulders and gave her a one armed hug.
"Don't tell your father that we talked. He wouldn't be pleased." She replied, standing up. The emotions were getting too much for her to bear.
"I won't. I promise." He stood up after her and in a split second decision wrapped his arms around her frail body and hugged her tightly. She stood still for a few seconds before finally returning it. It was awkward for both of them, but comforting all the same.
"Be careful, please." She said before she pulled away.
"I will." He reassured her.
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Draco walked up the path towards the abandoned shack that served as Death Eater Headquarters. His father was leading the way down the dark lane, knowing it by heart. Since the meeting place changed every few weeks, Draco had no idea where they were or even if they were still in England. The portkey had taken them from their living room right to this deserted country road.
"Come along, Draco. Now is not the time to dawdle." Lucius said putting his hand on his son's shoulder and pushing him forward.
"Yes, sir." Draco replied walking at a much faster pace then before. The shack was growing closer by the second and Draco's stomach was growing increasingly more tangled and worried. And then there it was. Looming in front of him, almost mockingly. He could sense the dark magic just radiating from it. He stepped up onto the weathered porch and watched as his father opened the door. Taking a deep breath he stepped inside behind him.
"Ah, Lucius. We've been waiting." The eerie voice of Voldemort said. Draco stepped up next to his father and looked around the small room. It was filled to the rim with sitting Death Eaters in their black cloaks and masks. They seemed to be waiting for something. And of course, Draco was the main event. "Young Draco. How nice to see you again. Please come up here and sit next to me." Voldemort motioned to the chair next to him. Draco knowing not to disobey walked slowly up to the front of the room and sat in the seat. He looked up and saw his father take a seat in the front, already in his Death Eater outfit.
"Welcome, my friends. Thank you for joining me on this special occasion. Tonight, we will add another to our ranks." He stood and motioned for Draco to as well. Slowly, Draco stood and looked out over the sea of emotionless masks. A man in the farthest back row inclined his head slightly. Draco's eyes locked on his and in that moment he knew it was the other traitor in the group. "Draco Malfoy wishes to follow in his father's illustrious footsteps. And tonight he will be given the task that will prove him worthy. After his failure last year with Dumbledore, he is in great need of something that will keep him in my good graces. And I have just the thing."
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Meanwhile, dinner was being served at Headquarters. The Weasley family plus Hermione and Harry were sitting around the table enjoying pork chops, boiled potatoes, and homemade strawberry ice cream for dessert. Ginny looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 7:10. Draco's meeting started 10 minutes ago, which meant that within the hour he would be here. Her stomach was twisting in nervousness to the point where even her mum's fabulous food couldn't tempt her to eat.
"Gin, are you going to eat that?" Ron asked pointing to her untouched pork chop.
"No go ahead, Ron." She answered absentmindedly. He stabbed it with his fork and plopped it onto his own plate.
"What's wrong, Ginny?" Her father questioned, looking at her over his spectacles, concern apparent on his face. Every other person at the table turned to look at her as well.
"Nothing is wrong dad. I'm just not hungry." She replied knowing the answer wasn't fooling anyone.
"I'm sure Draco is fine, sweetie." Molly said quietly so no one else at the table could hear. She patted her daughter on the arm before beginning to clear the dishes. "I meant to remind you yesterday, Ginny, but you have your dress fitting tomorrow."
"Dress fitting for what?" Ron asked stuffing the last of his food into his mouth before his plate zoomed away from him and into the sink.
"Charlie and Sabine's wedding. Don't tell me you forgot Ron. You are one of the groomsmen." Molly looked at her son's face and saw the realization dawning on it.
"Shit, that's next week isn't it?"
"Language Ronald Weasley."
"Sorry." His face flushed slightly. "I can't believe I forgot about Charlie's wedding. We're still having it at home right?"
"Yes of course. The beginning of next week, the girls and I will go over and start getting the house and backyard ready for the ceremony." She answered, sending 6 bowls of ice cream to the table. Everyone started eating, except for Ginny who was looking at the clock, again.
"I'm going to go sit in the living room and read." She said getting up and walking out of the kitchen. Ron called after her but Molly put a hand up to stop him.
"Let her go. She'll be alright."
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Ginny sat down on the couch and tucked her legs under her. She again looked at the clock but it was only 10 minutes later.
'How long is this stupid meeting?' She wondered silently. She was growing more worried by the minute. And more and more impatient. What was taking so long? Why wasn't he here yet? These questions flowed through her mind making her stomach tangle in knots. And even worse than the questions were the possible answers. What if the reason it was taking so long was the fact that he had been caught or tortured or the task he received really was to kill her so he didn't want to face her?
Ginny heard the door open to the house and her heart leapt. There he was. She jumped off the couch and ran into the foyer only to see Fred and George standing there, not Draco.
"Hey Gin." They said in unison, donning huge grins on their faces. George swept her up into a hug, noticing the disappointed look on her face.
"Hello boys." She answered when she pulled away.
"Don't sound too happy to see us." Fred said sarcastically, hugging her quickly. "So what's for dinner?"
"You missed it. But they are halfway through desert." She said smiling weakly at Fred's behavior.
"Excellent. I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything." He said before walking away. George put his arm around Ginny's shoulders and steered her into the living room.
"Alright, tell me what's wrong." George said as he sat down on the couch with her.
"Nothing is wrong, George." She replied leaning back and looking up at her brother. He raised his eyebrows and gave her a look that said he didn't believe it for a minute. Her heart sank even more. The look he gave her was pure Draco. "Don't look at me like that."
"Come on sis, talk to your big brother. You know I'll listen to whatever you say, no matter what it is." He pulled her into a one armed hug.
"I can't talk about it."
"It can't be that bad. Come on, spill." He badgered.
"It's not like that. I literally can't talk about it. With anyone. I promised I wouldn't." She sat up and looked at her brother, her face radiating seriousness. The smile slid off George's face.
"What's going on, Ginny? Be honest."
"You promise you won't say a word?" She asked quietly. She so desperately wanted her brother's perspective on everything. Including both Draco and Harry. He had always been the one person whose advice didn't backfire. He was the one who told her to tell Draco how she felt, and that worked out better than she ever imagined.
"Of course. When haven't you been able to trust me to keep quiet?"
"I'll tell you. But only because I really need some advice." She took a deep breath before launching into the story. "It started a couple of weeks ago. I started having these dreams about Harry…" Ginny trailed off when she heard the door to the house close. She looked up to see Draco walking into the room. Her eyes met his and she noticed that he looked thoroughly worn out. She stood up and started to go towards him when Snape came up behind him and ushered him into the kitchen.
"We'll talk later, okay? Order stuff." George said, kissing her on her forehead and then walking into the kitchen. Ginny flopped back down on the couch and sighed. She had come so close to being able to spill everything about her life and it gets interrupted. Not that she minded seeing Draco. Actually it was quite the opposite. She was very happy to see that he was all right, even if he did seem a little haggard.
"Severus, no, he can't!" Ginny looked up startled at the sound of her mother's voice. 'That can't be good.' She thought to herself. She stood up slowly and walked into the kitchen. The room was eerily quiet now. The Weasleys were sitting around the table looking thoroughly upset, as were Harry and Hermione. Actually, Hermione was sobbing pretty hard. Draco and Snape were standing on the other side of the room, looking uncomfortable.
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked meekly. She was afraid of the answer but she desperately wanted to know what was causing her entire family to literally break down. All the heads in the room turned towards her and Ginny could almost feel the tension radiating across the room. She scanned the room before her eyes landed on Draco's. "Draco?"
"I've been marked, Ginny!" Ron exclaimed suddenly. She swept her gaze back over to him and stared.
"What do you mean?" She asked, dreading the answer.
"Voldemort wants Malfoy to kill me!" He yelled before standing up and busting out of the room, Hermione on his heels.
"But he won't do it!" She said frantically. "Tell them you won't do it!" She reiterated to Draco.
"Ginny…" He began but before he could say anything she had left the room. She didn't want to hear it. She thought it was going to be her, not Ron. And she had been at least a little prepared for that. But to hear that her own brother was to be killed by her boyfriend was too much. She flew up the stairs and into her room. She could hear the muffled talking and crying coming from the library where Ron and Hermione were, and she felt her heart break for them. It wasn't fair for them to have to go through that.
Throwing herself on her bed she closed her eyes and felt herself finally start to break down. Why did everything have to be so complicated? All the tears she had been holding for days finally broke free and for once she didn't care.
Eventually she cried herself to sleep, feeling emotionally exhausted. The door to her room opened, but she didn't stir. The person closed the door behind them and then walked over to her bed. A gentle rub on her arm finally broke her slumber. She rolled over onto her back and saw those familiar gray eyes staring at her.
"Draco what are you doing here?" She asked rubbing the sleep from her eyes. He smiled softly and sat down on her bed. She all of a sudden became aware of just how run down her comforter was and how odd he looked sitting in this dingy room.
"I wanted to explain what happened tonight. You didn't exactly give me a chance." He said watching her gaze go around her room. He could almost sense her humiliation, but he honestly didn't give a damn what her room looked like.
"You don't have to explain. I know that sometimes people have to be sacrificed for the greater good of humanity." She said half-heartedly. The tears were welling up again and once again she didn't stop them.
"I'm not going to kill your brother." He stated, surprised that she would think such a thing. "As much as I hate him, I would never kill him."
"Then what are you going to do? Voldemort will know Draco, he isn't stupid." She sat up and looked at him. His eyes were breaking her heart. She could see how stressed he was about it.
"He gave me 2 months. So in the time the Order will figure something out to make it look like I killed Ron. He won't have to die."
"What if…"
"Stop. It isn't your job to worry. You aren't a part of this." He said cutting her off. He was tired and irritated. Not to mention the nagging guilt he felt in the bottom of his stomach for doing this to the Weasley family was making it almost impossible for him to act like this was no big deal.
"How can you say I'm not a part of this?" She asked looking at him in disbelief. "Of course I am. It's my brother! And you're my boyfriend!"
"Ginny, don't raise your voice. Your family is downstairs and your brother and Granger are in the next room." He whispered. He really didn't want the added problem of her parents finding out they were still together. He had enough on his mind as is.
"That's what you are worried about? Them finding out that you and I are still together? We have more important things to worry about Draco, like the fact that my brother has to die within the next two months."
"I already told you that he doesn't have to die!" Draco reiterated. He was trying really hard not to let his anger overwhelm him.
"This isn't fair Draco. He doesn't deserve this!" She responded, doing nothing to hide her anger. She knew she wasn't angry at him but at the situation. But it was too easy to project it on him.
"None of us deserve this Ginny! But life isn't fair. It never has and it never will be. If it were you and I would be together. We wouldn't be hiding and I wouldn't have to worry about anything involving Death Eaters. But it isn't a perfect world and sadly we do have to worry about these things." He ran a hand through his blond hair and looked at her. Her eyes were glowing with anger and he was certain his were too.
"I'm so tired of this. I'm tired of worrying about everyone and everything. I'm tired of sneaking around with you. But mostly I am just tired of this damned war."
"What can you or I do Ginny?" He asked rhetorically. She looked away from him and scowled. "There is nothing we can do."
Neither one spoke for several minutes. The air between them was tense and filled with unsaid animosity. Eventually, Draco stood.
"I'm moving in to my apartment tomorrow. I would like you to come by." He said quietly. He wanted to move this conversation in a different direction. A happier direction.
"I don't know if I can." She responded, her voice still showing her ill feelings.
"Don't get pissed off at me, Gin. You know I can't help this."
"What do you mean you can't help this? Of course you can! This is all your fault!" She yelled quickly. The shock on Draco's face was evident.
"You're blaming me?" He asked, his anger no longer hidden.
"Damn right I'm blaming you! This is your fault Draco Malfoy! You are the one who helped the Death Eaters into the school last year and you are the one who messed everything up!" She spat. Somewhere deep inside of her she knew she didn't mean the words she was saying, but her mind was too cloudy with rage to notice.
"Well if I have messed up your life so much then why the hell are you with me, Ginny?" He yelled back, challenging her.
"I don't know! Maybe I just used you to get over Harry!" She answered. The words tumbled out before her brain could even form a better response. She knew as soon as the words left her mouth she had gone too far. But there was no taking them back. Life had no rewind button. His eyes were looking deep into her, almost as if he was trying to see into her soul. It made her uncomfortable, so she tore her gaze away, staring at the floor instead.
"Well then," He started quietly. " I guess we're finished here." He walked away and slammed the door behind him, leaving Ginny sitting alone in her room, regretting every word that came out of her mouth.
((A/N: It ended kind of sad, I know. And this chapter wasnt filled with any fluff. But it also didnt have any dreams in it either. They will make sense eventually. I promise. Actually, there was something in the last dream that should have tipped some people off...Until next time xoxox!))