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I let her go back. I was reluctant of course. In fact, her going back to him was the last thing in this world that I would ever want but she, ever stubborn and hard-headed, could not be swayed from her decision. She told me she would try to end it tonight. I could not believe her. We were together now, reconciled if you may and clearly she belongs to me and now she's telling me that she would try to end it. I had gotten angry but chose to bottle it up inside. Besides, she might as well do what she can do while I try to think of a plan.

Eighteen days. Eighteen days is not so bad. I'm pretty sure I've thought up a plan by then. Eighteen days is a lot of time... I wonder what she's doing right now.

The girl better not be sleeping with him.

Anxiety suddenly fills me and I'm suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to follow her and bring her back here, never to give her back or keep her out of my sight. I know I may sound a little too obsessive but I just can't see myself with any other. She is the only one. She was the only one that saw the real me back in Hogwarts, the only one that understood. She knew even without my telling her. She saw the pain, the anger and all the hurt inside of me and she took it all away with one genuine smile. Nobody else could do that. Not Daphne Greengrass. Not Pansy Parkinson. Not anybody else.

It's an unusually long night. I'm in bed watching the clock as the seconds go by. It's been five hours since she left and I haven't heard anything from her. I can't sleep. All I'm thinking about is what she's doing. Every now and then I'm compelled with the urge to follow her but I restrain knowing that her plans, if she had one, would be ruined and she'd be furious at me forever. For now, I let her have her way while I think of something.

Before I know it, the sunlight is streaming through my the open curtains of my window, serving to wake me up. I did not remember having dozed off and my eyes immediately trail to the clock. 9.45 am. I curse as I get out of my bed and go out into the living room. No sign of her here. I check the bathroom and the kitchen, calling out her name. No sign of her yet. I begin to feel anger and anxiety rush back into my system. I make myself a strong cup of coffee and lean against the counter. She better be here by nightfall.

I decide to continue on some work regarding the family business. It was rightly part of my inheritance, of course, along with the Malfoy wealth and estate but because of the war and of course the death of my father, Malfoy Inc. had to close down. I've been trying to rebuild the business for a while now and so far, it's going pretty well.

The words on this sheet of parchment appear a blur to my eyes. I can't focus and I can't get her off my mind. I just hope she wasn't bullshitting me last night when she said she would be back. Then I wonder why I didn't ask her when. For all I know she could have run away with Potter to some secluded far away land. The thought makes me grip the parchment a little too tightly and I look at it, crumpled and torn at its side and I throw it away in frustration.

Just then, a tapping noise at the window caught my attention and I saw an owl. I jump up a little too eagerly from my chair and immediately open the window. The owl was an unfamiliar one and I indulge it in a treat while I untie the letter off its leg, eager to hear from Ginny.

I studied the white envelope. There was no seal and no writing on it. I tear it open and unfold the sheet of parchment inside it and immediately read its contents.

Meet me at the Three Broomsticks at 2pm today. Don't be late.

Well, that was long. I give another sigh of frustration. Her letter certainly did not help with my anxiety and worry. I had no idea what could be happening right now and not knowing just drives me crazy. I check the clock: 12.45.

The streets were sparse today and the air was cold which helped nothing with my nerves. I wonder why she asked to meet here instead of at the park. Perhaps she wants to announce the cancellation of her engagement to Potter and her relationship with me publicly. I decide that the pub is the perfect place. Besides, it's just always a jam pack of people.

I enter the pub and glance around. Sure enough there were very few vacant tables and I walked to the bar, sitting myself up on a stool as I asked for a glass of firewhisky. I take a sip of the cool liquid and suddenly almost choked on it as I saw Hermione Granger approaching with a look of seriousness in her face. I set my glass on the counter angrily as she seated herself on the stool next to me.

"Granger," I acknowledge her. Best to act civilly. She is Ginny's best friend even though I couldn't think of a reason why anyone would want to befriend this little know-it-all.

"Malfoy," she said as she slid a folded sheet of parchment on the counter to me. "Ginny asked me to give you this."

I looked at her incredulously.

"She could have just owled it to me. She told me she would meet me here."

"No, it was I who asked you to meet me here, Malfoy," she said calmly. I stared at her with confusion.

"Why would you ask me to meet up with you?"

She sighed in agitation. "Because, Malfoy, I know what both of you are up to!"

I raise an eyebrow at her.

"And it's not right!" she hissed. "The wedding is less than three weeks away! And it would ruin Harry!"

"Did she ask you to tell me this?" I snapped. "Because if she did, I already know this, Granger. And honestly, I don't give a fuck about Potter. Ginny has the right to choose the one she really loves."

"This would devastate her family!"

"Do I have to remind you that there was a time that they did accept me and I have no qualms with trying again. It wouldn't be too hard convincing them."

I thought she would respond with a biting remark but to my surprise she just sighed.

"I just hope I know what you're doing," she said, getting off her stool. "Owl your reply to my apartment and not hers. Her instructions," she added when I looked at her curiously. "I'll see you, Malfoy."

And she left.

I tore open the envelope and immediately read the contents of her letter as soon as I stepped foot into my office. This time with a nagging feeling at my heart that I couldn't explain.

Draco,

I know I promised to come back and I assure you, I will. As of now, I just need more time. I don't know how to break it to him. It's not exactly easy. I know it'll be hard for you to understand that but please, Draco. In the meantime, I won't be able to see you yet. I'll owl you again soon. I do miss you.

Love,

Ginny

I felt anger creep into my veins. I crumple the letter and immediately left the pub. I'll give her seven days... and after that, I'm taking things into my hands.

I reach for my quill and wrote:

Seven days, Ginny. Seven days.

I watched as Thales, my Eagle owl, fly away gracefully.

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