Title: Call Me Ginevra

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I don't own any characters except those you can't research on the lexicon and aren't mentioned in the books. The plot is my own. Any resemblances to other plots are pure coincidence. Think about it this way, great minds think alike.

Full Summary: The war has the Weasley's worried about poor little Ginny. After checking her resources McGonagall claims she has the best caretaker for Ginny. Too bad it turns out to be Narcissa Malfoy. While at Malfoy Manor Ginny faces growing up, a strict regiment and Draco on a day-to-day basis. Can Ginny and Draco brave the unknowns of friendship? Will the buds of relationship form? What will Harry do when he finds out that only Ginny holds the key to defeating Voldemort?

Pairings: Draco/Ginny (I guess this sort of answers the "buds of relationship" question in the summary, huh?)

Rating: Eventually M, but pace yourself. (I will give fare warning of the chapters which that rating applies.)

Chapter Note: To carry things along but not cram six months into one chapter, this chapter does jump around but it will not cover all six months.

Author's Note: Someone please go find JulieMalfoyZabini and make sure she hasn't drowned in her eggnog, I would hate for one of my most loyal reviewers to suffer such fate at the hands of a seasonal beverage. Yuki Asao, you flatter me. I have many grammatical errors, I just hide them well. To the rest of you: I love you all, for your dedication to this story I give you another chapter and a promise that should I abandon this one like I did to some of my others (which I find highly unlikely) I will pass out my home address so you can all come enslave me and beat out the unwritten chapters to complete the story. With that said…:

Chapter Fifteen: In the Meantime

Things at the Manor had passed like the shifting of tectonic plates. Ginny wondered if Draco's absence had also caused time to nearly halt so her torture would be drawn out. Every night she found herself wandering up and down the halls of the Manor, picking out places she and Draco had kissed, where he had nearly dropped her during a game of piggy-back, where she had nearly caused his socks to shoot off when she pushed him against the wall and snogged him senseless.

She would always lose herself in thought and wake up standing in front of his bedroom door. She'd walk in, crawl beneath his sheets and smell the cologne he wore on the pillow cases. She once ventured how cologne got on pillow cases, usually it would have worn off by the time sleep set in, but those thoughts were far overwhelmed when the memories of Draco forced her from the room so she wouldn't cry all over those silk sheets.

It shocked and scared her how deeply distraught she was with his absence. It wasn't like they had been dating for a particularly long time, but something with Draco had been different than with any other boy. She had often wondered what it was about Draco that had driven her so crazy. She knew he was gorgeous, and that was the first thought to come to mind, but appearances alone could not sway a Weasley.

She had wondered whether it had been because he was relatively different from her and balanced her out, but in truth it was quite the opposite. It was the things they had in common, how they could tell each other things and never say a word, how when they lay down together and he wrapped his arm around her she truly felt safe. It was his essence of always knowing what to do and what to say that made her believe him, that no matter what he would always know what to do and what to say to keep them safe.

She felt silly, she had pushed them together practically until the end of time with the way she was thinking. She wondered if that was a thought she should entertain but would quickly wipe it from her mind. She wouldn't subject herself to thinking those things if she wasn't even going to see Draco for six months. Once that thought occurred to her she would cry again.

So when the Christmas ball caught up to her and all of a sudden she was going to a social event alone, she felt like the rug had been pulled out from underneath her. Narcissa had almost insisted she invite a friend, but Ginny had politely said that none of her friends would have fit in. Truly, any of her friends would have loved to go but she didn't want to see what would happen when Lucius Malfoy and Hermione Granger were thrown in a room and social scene together.

Instead, Ginny truthfully said she'd rather just go alone and enjoy the company that would be there. Narcissa smiled when Ginny told her this, and Ginny knew it was because it was in memory of Draco.

When the night of the ball finally arrived and Ginny found herself in her bathroom wondering if she looked pretty, she all of a sudden felt guilty for caring. She reasoned that although the only person that mattered was gone, those that could think low of her were still here and she needed to do what she could to ease her life as much as possible.

And she secretly wished Draco would come in and surprise her that night. She didn't think they'd actually have Draco gone the entire Christmas break. She left her bathroom and walked downstairs to the ballroom where she and Narcissa immediately began their routine of mingling. She found herself engaging in conversations she normally wouldn't have for the pure reason of having nothing better to do and was even asked to dance a few times. She pondered turning them down but Narcissa had given her a look that warned otherwise.

That's right, Ginny thought, she was a girl of society and although it felt wrong she had to keep up appearances. The boys that asked her dance were sweet and generally very charming. She almost thought one was a bit eager to keep her in conversation but she was just too engrossed in missing Draco to pay attention to any unwanted advances. The evening had ended long after she'd felt it should and she'd went to her room almost immediately after, changed, and fallen asleep.

She woke up the next morning and wrapped her fingers in her comforter as she had become prone to do, pretending that it was in fact Draco's fingers between hers and not cloth. With a sigh, she got up and started her day.

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-G-

Everything's fine so far. All it's been is physical combat training and potions. It seems I'm the only one my age here. They've got some blokes older than me but I seem to be better at everything anyways. That's good, by the way, the ones who don't catch on get crucio'd and so far I've been spared. Tell me, is father still at the house? I haven't seen him around here. Don't tell him I sent you any letters, he'll take it as a sign of weakness.

-Sorry, I had to go to dinner, we all have to eat together in this room that looks like a stone prison. I still have no clue where we are but I suppose it's better than being around you-know-who. Anyways, how have you been? How was the Christmas ball? I wish I could've gone. I miss you terribly. You better have missed me. I won't forgive you if you didn't.

Write me back, the thoughts of you make this dank hole bearable. Don't send a picture or anything though, I don't want anyone snooping in my stuff and finding out directly who you are. Not that anything would happen but caution is a man's best friend.

All of my love-

-D-

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-D-

I'm sorry it took me so long to write back, we had to prepare for the New Years ball and Narcissa insisted I continue my dance lessons. She brought in some boy that I was apparently supposed to know but I think I knew more about dancing than he did so she sent him away.

Lucius left the day after you did on business and hasn't been home since, thank the gods. The Christmas ball was menial, everyone kept asking to dance with me but the one person I wanted to dance with wasn't there. You've lost your mind if you think I don't miss you terribly. I go into your room sometimes… well it's foolish anyways; just know that I miss you. I think Narcissa may let me go home soon. I'd love to see my family again; it'll be a welcome distraction from not having you here. When I do I'll be sure to tell you so you can owl your letters to the right place.

Do you think you'll be able to be home before the six months are up? I don't know how I'd be able to bear not seeing you the whole time, even these past five weeks or so has me going crazy.

Love you dearly-

-G-

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-G-

How many boys asked you to dance and who were they? Tell them your boyfriends becoming a death eater and when he gets back he's killing all of them. Joking, of course, but really… If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way I'll have their head.

How was the New Year's ball? I'm sorry I wasn't there to kiss you, no one else tried did they? Please don't take so long to write back this time, you had me worried half to death waiting for that last letter. Punctuality, my dear, is a Malfoy's best friend. So you go into my room and rifle through my things to remind you of me? How adorable. I always knew you were strange though.

I'm afraid I don't think they give us a spring break, I'd love one though. I'm exhausted every night when we get done. The only thing I bother doing when I get back to my room is read that last letter you sent me and write this one. But this'll only take me one night so I'll just have to read your letter over and over again.

I'm lost without you, G. I do hope you can visit your family though. Watch out for scarhead. Make sure he knows your mine.

If I could attach my heart to the end of this note I would, alas-

-D-

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-D-

Don't worry about any other boys. I'm pretty sure my complete lack of interest in them taught them well enough to leave me alone. No one even attempted to ask me to dance at the New Year's ball except some of your father's business associates. Remind me that polite social behavior is also a good way to ogled by old men. Gross!

Don't tease me about going into your room; if I were gone I'm sure you'd do the same thing.

Don't worry about my bespectacled friend, I highly doubt he's got any interest in me anymore and if he did I'll drawn the lines very thick over which he should not cross.

Please keep your heart in your chest my morbid lover, I want you alive when you return to me-

-G-

p.s.

Am I Malfoy now?

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-G-

Draco froze. He hadn't really noticed that he'd grouped her in the family already. And it wasn't as if she was his sister or cousin. No, she was most definitely his girlfriend and for posterity's sake he'd already gone back through their family tree to make sure they weren't related. He frowned as his back spasmed between his shoulder blades. That days training had been a bit more harsh than the previous weeks.

He was coming to a close with physical combat training and would soon start purely academic training. He had in the beginning wondered how they could possibly stretch everything out over the whole six months, but apparently they really did need all that time. Not only was he going to learn all of the DADA they didn't teach in Hogwarts, he was going to learn the dark arts spells to get around it.

He stared back down at the letter Ginny had sent him. He ran his eyes over the way she curled her letters and scratched her t's and the way everything slanted downward to the right. He smiled. He loved her imperfections.

He loved her.

Draco dropped his face into his hands. When did he become so entwined with this girl when he had no clue? He knew for a fact that he loved her as in, he liked her a lot. That was never a secret from him. But now, with the question of his actual meaning so blatantly thrown in his face his first reaction had been to write down "only if you want to". If that didn't sound like a marriage proposal than he didn't know what did.

Did he really mean to propose to her? Was that a step he wanted to take? Was that a life he wanted to lead with her?

He had to think of what this all meant. He had to first admit to himself that he might actually enjoy the mental exploration of life after the war with her. Yes, that was true. But what happened next depended entirely on what course the war took.

If Potter won (which sadly, Draco hoped for both so Voldemort would finally stop being another pressure in his life and so he could have Ginny in his life without any deadly risk attached to it), than Draco could be with Ginny no strings attached. But if Voldemort won than Draco couldn't be invested in a Weasley. He smiled. He hadn't thought of her as a Weasley in quite some time. She had really become a Malfoy in his eyes. She acted like a Malfoy would, except nicer. She lived like a Malfoy did, except she was nice to the house elves (ugly things). And more importantly she had some distinctly Malfoy qualities about her.

She was quick and witty and enjoyed the playful banter between them. She could copy his most intimidating stares if she really wanted to and she was nearly the epitome of what a girl should be in the social scene. She was smart, controlled her temper much better than she used to, and didn't mind when Draco make jokes at the expense of Harry Potter.

In fact, the only thing that truly kept her from being a Malfoy was her last name.

Draco sighed. Putting quill to paper, he scribbled out his response.

You've been officially adopted as a Malfoy whether you want to be one or not. Take it as a compliment; this is the highest honor anyone could ever wish to receive. And don't worry, you're not a Malfoy as in you and I are related. No incest here.

Yes, I would've gone into your room, too.

I have a question for you, what are you going to do about the Valentine's Day ball, hmm?

I won't condone you inviting another boy. In fact, I think I want you positively miserable for the occasion.

I love it when you call me lover-

-D-

He tied the letter around the ankle of his owl and the bird was off into the night sky through the only window in Draco's room. Turning around, he surveyed it.

It was a concrete room with four walls, three doors to the hall, bathroom, and closet. There was a small window barely big enough for his owl and a bed and desk. He felt like he was in some sort of subsection of Azkaban. With a sigh he lifted himself from his chair and went to his bed. He'd try to get some sleep to night but the screams coming from the dungeons during training haunted him every night.

Laying down and putting out the light he prayed for a night of dreamless sleep of which he wouldn't wake up in a pool of his own sweat.

He wished he was with Ginny, but he would never wish for her to there.

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Ginny put Draco's letter down and smiled. Sometimes she wondered if there was anyone else in the world who would understand his humor. Sometimes she hoped not, she hoped she was the only one who could completely understand him. It was selfish of her, but it was also a way in which she could secure her place in his life.

She ran her fingers through her hair. She wondered if she should be as forward with her emotions as she wanted to be. She'd done a good job of hiding them since he'd left, ignoring the pain she felt knowing that he was somewhere else and she was there in the Manor. It wasn't that she missed him; she missed her brother. It was that someone might as well have ripped her soul out of her chest and mailed it cross country. She literally felt as if part of herself had been taken away and was being tortured but she could still feel all the pain.

With an inward sigh she stood from her chair and walked to one of the large windows. Outside, the courtyard was being set up for the Valentine's ball that was coming up. She had talked to Narcissa and they had both agreed that it would be poor manners on her part not to show up at all, but she could go without an escort. Ginny hated doing things like this without Draco. At the New Year's ball she had wondered what things would have been like had he been there with her.

All this time they could have been getting closer but instead Lucius had turned them into pen-pals. Grunting in frustration she threw herself onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling. She didn't know what to do about Draco. She knew she loved him as in she liked him and liked when they were physical, but also when they weren't. But she also knew that she liked other boys that way before and Draco was entirely different.

She wished she had someone to talk to about it but the only person who knew so far was Narcissa. Ginny didn't think Narcissa was the appropriate person to consult on the intimacies of her and Draco's relationship. And she couldn't very well tell her family.

She had become accustomed to the fact that although she and Draco had been very public of their relationship in America and around the Manor when Lucius wasn't around, it was a secret that needed to be kept under wraps for the time being.

This would make going home very hard for her. She felt bad about it, but she had lied to Draco in her note. She knew Harry still had feelings for her but she hated it. She wanted him to just go ahead and get over her and move on. She was tired of having to step on egg shells with him all the time. It wasn't like what had happened with her in her first years at Hogwarts either. He'd sort of lead her on then.

When it came to how she felt about him now though, that was quite clear. She had told him before all of this had happened that she wasn't interested in pursuing a relationship with him and that he needed to deal with it. Well, he hadn't taken that well. She smiled at the thought of going home, though. She missed everyone and wanted to see them badly. Narcissa had promised she could go after the Spring ball.

She'd be going home in a month. She couldn't help but see it was a milestone for Draco coming home. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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Ginny watched herself move across the mirror in the bathroom. She almost didn't recognize herself. Her long red hair had been pulled up into a fashionable bun with a few stray strands hanging around her cheeks. Her dress was a regal shade of dark purple that illuminated her slightly pale slightly tan skin. Her lips, a pink, made her look younger than she felt. She watched the way her dress twirled around her. She wished Draco could be there to see it.

It was a halter dress with weaving down the bust. From the princess waist down it was a full skirt that brushed the floor with a quiet whisper as she moved. Down her back was a basket weave pattern that ended at the small of her back and fell into ribbons down her skirt. She sighed. This night would have been perfect had Draco been there.

With a sigh she moved out of her room and down the hall. The foyer was empty for the time being, the ball not starting for another hour, but she and Narcissa were to greet the guests as they came in.

She found Narcissa in the drawing room to the left of the foyer and stood against the doorframe with her arms crossed in front of her chest. She sunk deep in thought about how their lessons had been going lately. Ginny really was learning quite a bit, much more than she ever imagined she'd be able to. But ever since Draco left, she and Narcissa often found themselves in a silence that both knew was filled with thoughts of the pale haired boy.

Narcissa looked up from her desk where she was writing a letter to someone and smiled at Ginny, her eyes glinting from behind her half-moon glasses. "If I didn't know what you were thinking about I'd tell you to right your posture."

Ginny snapped awake and stood straight in the presence of her mentor. Giving Narcissa a sheepish grin, her cheeks tinting with pink fluster, she straightened her dress skirt. Narcissa turned around and tied the note onto the leg of the owl Ginny hadn't seen and they watched as it flew out the nearby window behind Narcissa.

There was a moment's pause before the woman stood and shut the window. "It seems our guests have started arriving." Narcissa said half to herself as she watched the carriages pull up to the house. Everyone always arrived early to mingle at functions such as these. Ginny watched Narcissa with a sad sort of admiration and sympathy.

The tall woman was dressed in a light periwinkle dress the fit her form like a glove. Her arms were covered with sleeves that seemed to wrap around her arms then cut off at an angle over the top of her hand. Her neck was displayed beautifully with a square neck and decorated with an elaborate dangling necklace of diamonds. Ginny remember Draco telling her about how Lucius loved to put expensive jewelry on Narcissa. For some reason her beauty was just not enough.

Ginny begged to differ; she knew why he put those things on her. It was ownership.

Ginny's thoughts came back to the present as Narcissa looked down at her hands and her long pale hair shimmered under the moonlight. She was a gorgous woman, but her sadness was so visible, Ginny wondered how no one could notice it. The lines in Narcissa's face told stories of all she'd been through since eloping with Lucius and the gray vacancy behind her irises gave away her secret desire to be back in America.

Ginny knew that if she were ever in a position like Narcissa's she'd do the same thing.

Narcissa turned from the window in a flourish of elegant choreography and made her way to the foyer where she and Ginny stood for their guests. Lucius always stayed in the living room where the men went first, as if his not greeting guests somehow showed his importance over Narcissa and Ginny.

The first guests arrived and it was the Zabinis. Ginny had to fight the sneer rising on her features as Blaise took her hand and shot her a smug grin. Blaise's father on the other hand, took Ginny's hand and immediately requested that she reserve a dance for him. Nodding with the civility Narcissa had taught her, she looked to that woman she had seen at the first ball. If looks could kill Ginny wouldn't have had a prayer.

Other filed in behind them like the Crabbes, the Carrows, McNair, and other assorted people whom Ginny had no desire to be around. Once Lucius' crowd had all been sort out and some of Narcissa's had come through, Ginny was feeling more comfortable about the evening than she had at the beginning.

She and Narcissa made their way back to the ballroom where everyone was speaking in hushed tones about this or that, sipping on a variety of colored beverages, and much to Ginny's chagrin, eyeing her and stepping closer to the person whom they were talking to.

Ginny, a shiver shooting down her spine, instinctively stepped closer to Narcissa as they made their rounds speaking with those who were deemed more important to the Malfoys. It wasn't until they were almost done that Mr. Zabini found her in the crowd.

"Narcissa!" He exclaimed, hand lightly on her elbow. He flashed a smile to Lucius who had at some point obviously joined Ginny and Narcissa. Ginny was surprised that she hadn't noticed this, she usually felt the distinctive fingers of death gripping the back of her neck anytime Lucius was around. All Lucius did was grin slightly and Mr. Zabini turned to Narcissa once more. "I demand I have a dance with your young socialite here."

Ginny was probably the only one in the whole group that could see the slight pursing of the blonde woman's lips, the way she hesitated for a slight moment as she flicked her eyes to Ginny. Ginny must not have looked like it would have killed her (although in her mind she disagreed…) because Narcissa promptly smiled as if nothing had been wrong. "Of course! Of course! Poor dear doesn't have a dancing partner this evening so I'm sure she wouldn't mind a twirl."

The tone in Narcissa's voice was clearly that of unease but she had been so clever in disguising it that it was only Ginny, be steered away by Mr. Zabini's robust muscles that could detect it. As they reached the dance floor the current song ended.

She waited for him to make the first move, and make it he did. Slipping one hand comfortably on her waist which now tingled with the desire to pull away, the other took her hand up in it and they posed waiting for the next song to begin. Before the orchestra could strike up though, he leaned in and in a voice only Ginny could hear he spoke to her. "I assume you are unaware how my Blaise got all of those terrible bruises on him the last time he was around here."

Ginny blanched and was nearly tripped over in her hesitation to move but she recovered easily and avoided his searching eyes. "I'm afraid I'm unable to give you any information on that. He didn't go into the garden unattended did he? Some of those bushes…" She was mid-lie when Mr. Zabini's hand on her waist gripped her so tightly that she winced in pain.

"I don't appreciate fables, Miss Weasley. And that's what you are, remember? A Weasley. So show me some respect and tell me now why my son returned to our home looking as if he'd been attacked."

Ginny couldn't think of what to do as she was twisted and turned by her interrogator. She had both been found out for lying and insulted for her surname.

She reasoned, she could easily tell the truth since Blaise was probably the kind of coward that wouldn't go bragging to his father about it. And she had heard before from Order members that the Zabinis were a neutral family in the war. This meant that in some aspect Mr. Zabini didn't agree with what Voldemort was doing. She hoped that would include rape.

Or she could lie again, which seemed more appropriate since divesting in how Draco had come to save her could ultimately play into giving away their relationship. And at a time when he was so far away from her, too far away to be saved, she wouldn't put him at risk like that. But she did want to tell the truth.

"He-" She started, but the music quickly ended and Mr. Zabini was gone through the crowd with a satisfied smirk on his face.

Frowning, clenching her jaw to keep what semblance of strength she might have had left, she made her way back to Narcissa's side.

Narcissa, who had been watching them the whole time, asked her what he'd said and once Ginny was done, had hissed through her teeth like a mother cat protecting her kittens. But more elegant.

Throughout the night she was asked to dance by probably the oldest perverted men she could pick out of the crowd. Even Crabbe's father asked her dance and with his place as a Death Eater rather public, Narcissa couldn't turn him down without both she and Ginny suffering by Lucius' hand for it.

Finally when that dance was over Ginny curtseyed like she had been taught and excused herself to get a drink, rather, the escape this ballroom where she felt like she was being passed around for auction.

She stepped over to the beverage table, keeping up her rouse, she gathered up some sort of strawberry drink and went into the hall where she found a nice dark corner and nearly cried.

If this night could go any worse she would receive news of Draco finding another girlfriend or something. Sipping at her drink she felt the pit of her stomach draw her upwards in wanting to go write him about the evening. They had gotten into a comfortable routine of writing about every three or four days to each other. She liked it, it was the closest she could get to him being home and she would take it.

Sipping her drink again, the back of Ginny's neck began to tingle. Frowning, she didn't have two seconds to think on it when her drink was smacked out of her hand and her back was thrust against the wall. Her shoulders were pinned by the familiar strength of Blaise as he visibly seethed in the shadows.

"Well, well, Ginevra. Looking rather gorgeous this evening. Almost good enough to taste." The last word sounded more like a threat as his tongue flicked across her jaw.

Sneering, Ginny struggled as much as she could against his vice grip. "Blaise let me go!" She hissed in return, trying to aim her heel for his foot. She had no luck and was instead rammed against the wall by Blaise's body which now pinned her entirely still.

"Tsk, Gin. I would've figured you'd be smart enough to know it's futile to struggle without your keeper here to save you."

Ginny opened her mouth to speak but was stopped when Blaise was wrenched off of her and thrown against the opposite wall. Ginny paled and shrunk against the wall. She didn't know whether it would have been the lesser of two evils to cower with Blaise against the wall in front of Lucius, or to scoot closer to her attempted savior.

Lucius, for his part, was grinning as he always did but something flashed in his eyes that made Ginny nervous. He was obviously genuinely irritated at Blaise's behavior and although she was thankful for the reprieve of her torture, she didn't want to know what motivation Lucius had for saving her. Her past had taught her that whatever they were, they usually weren't good.

Lucius cast his glances to Ginny for a moment as if to make sure she was okay. She was, her hair was a bit out of place and her arms were beginning to bruise but she'd come out much better than she had the last time.

Lucius' cold gaze fell on Blaise and Ginny saw Blaise's shoulders drop as if an invisible weight had been dropped on them. "I assume you enjoy yourself at these parties we throw here at Malfoy Manor?" Lucius asked.

Ginny found this an odd question, but also found her feet stuck to the floor in fear and her hands unable to move from flat against the wall.

Blaise nodded. "Y-Yes, Mr. Malfoy." Blaise was clearly trying to keep a steady face, trying not to dishonor his family or whatnot. Too late, Ginny thought.

"And I assume your father appreciates the invitations? The display of social importance in times like these?" Lucius asked again. She was almost daring enough to think she knew where his line of questions was going.

"Yes." Blaise clenched his fists.

"Then it will do you well to remember the customs of this house. Although Miss Weasley here has found herself a Malfoy of only recent months, she is a Malfoy in this house all the same. Should she report to me that anything of the like has occurred again, I assure you your father will be quite unhappy with the repercussions."

Blaise nodded. Lucius dismissed him and Blaise nearly darted for the nearest entrance into the ballroom. Ginny just stood against the wall as if she stood there long enough she'd be absorbed and could hide from it all. Her mouth was dry and she wanted to thank him, but something told her very loud and clear that he had not done that out of civic duty. If anything, it was to make sure that his name was protected.

She felt a cold hand on her shoulder and looked up to find Lucius' smile gone. "Come along, Ginevra." He stated simply, and with that her fear of moving was gone and replaced with her fear of staying put. She followed him, all the while tucking strands of her hair back into their place.

"Thank-" She started but the grip on her shoulder tightened almost painfully as they re-entered the ballroom. Not a word of it was spoken to Narcissa. Ginny inhaled deeply with relief as she found the time wearing on the crowd thinning out. She was dismissed to her room sometime around midnight and quickly penned her description of the night to Draco. As she tied the final knot around the owls leg and let it fly through her window, her thoughts drifted back to the odd behavior of Mr. Zabini and Lucius Malfoy that night. Was there something going on that Ginny hadn't been aware of? Would it even matter if she was?

Head in her hands she shook as she sighed, her nerves besting her, and she readied herself for the sleep that night that wouldn't come.