Disclaimer: see earlier chapters….

Summary: Ginny knew that this was wrong, but it felt so right. She knew how badly she would hurt Harry is she continued with this, but she didn't care. At that very moment all she wanted was just to be with Draco; to feel him inside her…

Author's notes: At last…some action! Tehe. I am so very sorry that it's been so long since I have posted anything. But I hope that everyone like these two new chapters. Please review!

Ginny stood at the side of her unmade bed at the Leaky Cauldron staring at a nearly empty trunk. Harry had told her to pack her things while he and the others helped Hermione, but when she walked to her room she found that she had barely anything to pack. All that her trunk contained were three pairs of undergarments, a nightgown, a cloak, and the black dress that had once been Draco's mothers. Ginny felt the back of her eyes sting and her heart flutter as she thought of that boy. That beautiful blond haired boy who was so kind and yet so menacing at the same time. She longed for him, though she would not say so out loud. Harry and the others seemed absolutely oblivious to her feelings…all except for Hermione. Hermione had been Ginny's very best friend for the past four years. The war had brought them together and they had a bond that could never be broken. They knew everything about each other and they could easily sense when something wasn't right. Ginny just prayed that Hermione would keep her secret.

At that moment there was a soft knock on the door causing Ginny to nearly jump out of her skin. She was very anxious these days, especially now that the Hunters were after her. Though, why they wanted her, she had no idea.

"Come in," Ginny called. She heard the door creak open and continued with her packing, "Harry, I thought I told you that I don't need any help."

"Ginny…" Ginny quickly turned on her heal and found herself facing Draco, "I-I need to talk to you." Draco shut and locked the door behind him.

Ginny sighed. "What could you possibly have to say to me?"

Draco leaned against the frame of the door in a kind of cocky yet dignified way. He sighed as he unfolded himself from his position and walked toward the beautiful red haired girl. Ginny felt her heart jump as he inched closer to her. Soon, he was so close that she could feel his breath on her neck, causing her to shiver.

"Ginny…" Draco whispered as he ran his long careful fingers through her hair. With his other hand he gently caressed the outline of her delicate jaw.

Ginny knew that this was wrong, but it felt so right. She knew how badly she would hurt Harry is she continued with this, but she didn't care. At that very moment all she wanted was just to be with Draco; to feel him inside her…to touch him. Ginny moaned lightly as Draco's mouth covered hers. The touch sent chills up Ginny's spine and heat coursed through her body. She'd never felt anything quite this powerful before and yet she knew exactly what it was; lust.

Ginny threw her arms around Draco's neck and together they toppled onto the unmade bed. Draco's breathing grew heavier as he placed gentle butterfly kisses along Ginny's collarbone and neck. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse and placed his cold hand on her stomach. Ginny moaned at his touch and began taking his shirt off as well. This continued until they were both completely nude and hungrier than ever for each other.

"Ginny," Draco stopped caressing her and pulled himself far enough away to see her face, "are you sure you want to do this?"

Ginny nodded, "Yes, more than anything."

Draco smiled causing Ginny's heart to go wild again. The two of them rolled around in the bed until they both came together. When it was all over they lay side by side staring at the ceiling.

"Ginny," Draco whispered, "I love you."

Ginny turned on her side to face her lover. She reached her hand out and turned his face toward hers. She placed a light kiss on his lips and smiled, "I love you, too."

"What's taking her so long?" Ron asked absently. He, Harry, Hermione, and Fred had been waiting for Ginny to come across the hall with her things for nearly an hour. It was getting late and they were in a hurry to leave. "She hasn't got much, has she?" Ron directed his question at Harry who was sitting cross legged on a wooden desk in the far corner of the room.

"How am I supposed to know how many bloody things she's got?" Harry asked angrily. He was getting tired of waiting as well.

"Well, you do share the same room as her. You sleep in the same bed as her, so why shouldn't you know how many things she has?" Ron began pacing in front of the door.

"Ron," Harry said with his head bowed, "she barely speaks to me. What would make you think that we share the same bed?"

Ron stopped pacing and looked at his friend. He looked tired and pathetic just sitting there. He wasn't the same Harry that Ron used to know. He was somehow very different. Ron shook his head and turned his attention to his brother and Hermione whom were both sitting on the bed talking quietly.

"Do either of you have any idea what might be keeping her?" He asked.

Fred shook his head and Hermione shrugged guiltily. Ron took a few steps closer to the bed.

"Hermione," he said slowly, "if something was going on, you'd tell me, right?"

Hermione opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by Fred.

"Hey," Fred said, eyeing the room curiously, "Where's Draco?"

At that moment realization struck everyone. Ginny was gone. Draco was gone. It had been over an hour. Ron's face turned bright red as he grew angry. He quickly turned around and stormed out of the room despite Hermione's protests. He darted across the hall banged on the door.

"Let me in!" He screamed, "Let me in or I'll kill you both!"

When it became apparent that no one was going to open the door Ron kicked it open with all his might and stumbled inside. What he saw cause him to gasp.

"Ron," Ginny said, "I can explain…"