Author's Note: I decided to give it another chapter. I'm not sure if it's going to be a long shot but we'll see. For now, I just wanted to have fun with it. :)
"You."
I smirk. To any passing stranger your voice would have sounded full of disgust, venomous even but I'm no passing stranger. I hear the concern behind your facade. I hear it loud and clear.
"Six months, Ginny," I say with a grin. "Six months and you've still not moved on."
Silence enveloped us. It was ironic really, when outside these empty halls a war was raging.
"Have you?" you ask suddenly. Your question catches me off guard and I suddenly find my mind racing for an answer. It takes me too long to come up with one, apparently, for you let out a scoff. "Well, that makes you the only one."
I blink in disbelief. You smirk. A smirk that could easily put mine to shame.
"You're lying," I say sharply before I even realized I said it. I regret it at once. I have showed weakness, in whatever small form it was in. You notice and your smirk disappears.
"Harry-"
"Don't say his name, Ginny," I growl deep in my throat, feeling the anger rise in my blood. "Not in my presence."
"He's proposed to me!" you yell even before I finished speaking.
The blood in my veins freezes in horror as quickly as it heated in anger just a mere few seconds ago. I recover and manage to let out an incredulous scoff.
"In the middle of a war? Well, that's just prepos-"
"And I've said yes, Draco."
I halt and I look at you searchingly, desperate to find something that would tell me you were not serious but I find nothing. Your words were softly spoken but they rang in my ears loud and clear and I suddenly couldn't stop myself from walking towards you and gripping your arms tightly. You do nothing. Nothing at all to fight me as you remain still in my grip. Your brown eyes are surprisingly soft and I see the pain in them. I let go of you a little too roughly as I turn away, fury running through my veins. I brush a hand through my hair before uttering one single word.
"Why?"
I can tell by the way it took you so long to answer that a million things were running through your mind but when you did, it was as if you stabbed me in the heart with Godric Gryffindor's bloody sword.
"You left me no choice."
I'm suddenly in front of you, furious. "So this is all my fault?" I ask. "If I remember correctly, Ginny, it was you who left me!"
"You made me leave you, Draco and yes, this is all your fault to begin with! If you haven't been working for him behind our backs, I wouldn't even be here having this bloody conversation with you!"
"Did you ever think, Ginny, that I wasn't given a choice either? You could be killed."
"If you'd have told us we could have helped you through this, Draco. We could have helped you."
Your words fall upon me like a million ton stone wall. Your moist and glistening eyes that are looking up to me are pleading for me to see reason and before long, I find myself gathering your shaking form to mine for a tight embrace.
"I'm sorry," I say, the sincerity in my voice surprising even myself. I bury my face at the top of your head, you flowery scent overwhelming my senses and filling my heart so much that I thought it would burst with emotion. I let you go at arm's length so I could look you in the eye.
"I was too afraid I'd lose you, Ginny," I tell you. "But now I realize I've already lost you."
"You lost far more than just me, Draco," you whisper and suddenly my chest feels constricted. "You lost your chance at the life you've always wanted and dreamed of. You lost your chance at freedom."
Your words hit me like a Cruciatus Curse because you're right. Absolutely right and it makes me hate myself even more that I was stupid enough to let that chance pass me by and I feel sorry...so sorry.
"But you can win that back."
Your words bring me out of my reverie. The look in your eyes tell me that I know what you want me to do even you don't voice it out because I know you're afraid you're being selfish but I know.
I know and now I'm filled with a burning determination to not let you down and redeem myself in your eyes.
You raise an eyebrow in question. "What are you going to do now, Malfoy?"
I smirk and you already know.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.