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Voldmort had won. Period. End of story. There was nothing they could do. Harry was dead, their one savior. Ginny paced around her small cell, located down in the dungeons. A small hole was cut out of the bricks on each side of the room, broken away by Ginny's hairclip. Neville was leaning on the other side of one wall; Ron on the other. They all had passed her clip around, and now, Ron, Hermoine, Neville, Luna, and Ginny could talk together. Luna was sharing a cell with Neville, not thought of how bad that would be. No one saw them as courageous; no one saw them as smart. Just stupid little kids wanting the spotlight. The others had been split up, Hermoine on the other side of Ron.
"I don't know what to do. Let me think." Ginny said, getting aggravated at how everyone thought she was the leader now. Just because she dated Harry. Ginny didn't dare to even think of him. Harry was gone, never coming back.
Ron sighed, bringing Ginny out of her love struck thoughts.
"Look, if you think you can do better, be my guest." Ginny yelled, sitting down on the cold concrete.
"Gins, don't do that. We all have to do this together. And Ronald, be quiet. She is the youngest here, and she hasn't had the best time so far."
Just like Hermoine. Ginny thought, not daring to yell at Hermoine when she was trying to stand up for her Always speaking her mind and bringing back bad memories. Like I didn't know this has been the week from hell.
"Thanks, Hermy." Everyone laughed, if not wholeheartedly. Hermoine huffed, folding her arms across her chest. A sudden bang shocked everyone into silence. They each slipped the stone into the right holes, and waited. Ginny's door opened, immersing the small room in light. She winced, waiting to be grabbed by the arm and pulled upright.
But the door closed. Someone was inside, scuffling around. A small light came out of the tip of a wand, illuminating a man's face. Thin as it was, he looked as powerful as he always did when Ginny saw him. He conjured up a chair and sat down, as comfortable as if he was up in his own common room, picking on some helpless first-years instead of in a cellar talking to a prisoner.
"Ginny." He nodded to her, and Ron gasped, obviously listening too closely through the only exposed hole now being covered by Ginny's back.
"Malfoy." Ginny replied, not bothering to keep the sneer out of her voice.
Oh, great. Thought Draco. Another person that hates me. What a wonderful week.
"How's it been going down here?"
What the hell is he asking? Of course it isn't good. Coward.
"Fantastic. We were just about to have a picnic. Care to join?" Ginny replied, almost too sarcastically. She smiled triumphantly, fighting Draco's scowl.
In the next room, Ron was replaying everything to Hermoine, while also listening to Ginny and the scum Malfoy, which was turning out to be very hard.
"Bloody hell, she really said that?" Hermoine asked, trying to get closer to her friends, leaning against the wall with such force that she would fall flat on her face if the wall somehow vanished.
Ron smiled, looking through the now uncovered hole that separated him and the one person he wanted to hold right now, the one person he knew wouldn't push away.
"Shhh." The gasped, holding a finger to his mouth. Ginny and Malfoy had started talking again, each of them lowering their voices slightly with every word, so quiet that Ron had to lean all the way onto his stomach, practically shoving his ear through the hole. He brushed against Ginny's back, who leaned up, letting him hear every word echoing in that cold, lonely cellar.
"You obviously didn't come down here to chit-chat." Ginny started, very irritated that he was the most cowardly Death Eater she had ever met. "What do you want?" She added coldly.
"To talk about…" Why do I have to bring this up?
Ginny knew what this was about. She braced herself, waiting to hear his name. True remorse shone in Draco's eyes, and he refused to look towards her, focusing on the one loose stone across the room. Ginny examined his face, looking for any sign of knowledge, or even a sudden urge to tattle on them.
"Potter." Draco finished, spitting it out the same way he would say it to Voldemort. He turned to Ginny, who flashed with grief, instantly setting her face in cold stone. It pained Draco to see her like this: alone in a dark cell, mourning her dead boyfriend, who was going to ask for her to marry him after all this. He had heard Potter telling Weasley in the boy's lavatory last year, before they split to protect Ginny. Draco knew he would never forget that. He could never.
What's up mate? Ron asked, surveying Harry suspiciously. He had just been pulled into the boy's bathroom by his friend, who had been acting weird all day.
"I've decided something, and I wanted to ask you first for your permission." He replied, looking under the stalls for feet. He wanted this to be a secret, until after everything took its course. Draco had his feet up on the toilet seat, hiding from Snape. He stayed quiet, wanting to know what the famous Potter needed permission to do.
"Sure." Ron said, thinking of having to put his friend in a mental hospital if he kept this up.
"After everything happens, if we both come out alright, I want to ask Ginny to marry me."
Ron was ecstatic and weary at the same time. He knew Ginny loved Harry, and Harry loved Ginny, but they would be so young, so immature. And they were his best friend and his sister, for Merlin's sake.
"Of course after she graduates." Harry added rushed, watching Ron's face switch between emotions. He's almost too easy to read. Harry thought.
Ron nodded, looking at Harry with a set face. "Sure you can." He said finally. Harry jumped up, punching the air. Ron grinned and hit his friend on the back, congratulating him on finding the one, even if it was his sister.
Meanwhile, Draco still sat, clutching his knees to his chest, breathing hard. It was the first time he envied Harry Potter, the time he wanted everything he had. No Voldemort trailing after him, watching his every move and controlling him like a small rag toy. No father trapped doing terrible things for fear of his son being killed. Draco had always had the money and the fame, the people who followed him like so many 'Potter-supporters' did. He even had more: he had a family, which Potter did not. But he never had someone to love, really love. He never had someone to wrap his arms around and call his own. As Potter and Weasley walked out, both grinning ear to ear, Draco put his feet on the ground, stumbling over everything he wanted, and would never have.
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