Ok, children. Here's the deal.

In my forum (which I know none of you look at, but I suggest you do), I sometimes put updates and things.

And if you don't feel like looking at my forum, my most recent topic was on that of grammar and spelling of past chapters. I was rushing most of the time, and therefore, my grammar was a little shoddy. If you have any bits and pieces you'd like me to fix, I'd be glad to go back and fix it for you. Just tell me what you want to be fixed, and I'll do my best.

THIS WEEK, I'LL BE FIXING CHAPTER 1.

If you have anything that needs fixing in chapter 1, tell me this week! Thanks.

And on with the show…

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The Burrow was warm, and Ginny couldn't help but feeling safe in the familiar, comfortable, dilapidated house. She knew her mother was in the kitchen, because she could hear the pudgy, protective woman bustling about in the kitchen. Her father was working late, again, at the Ministry, and his late hours had started to take a toll on Molly Weasley's patience. Ginny found it was best to stay out of the way, out of harm's way, really, by avoiding her. She sidled along the side garden, kicking at a stray gnome to vent her frustration.

Ginny woke with a start, finding herself safely in bed in the Burrow. She kicked off the covers, looking out at the gray morning, then trudged downstairs to the sounds of fluttering newspapers and low owl hooting. She sat next to Arthur Weasley, who was reading the Daily Prophet, who gave her a smile and an absent pat on the hand. He had dark bags under his eyes and his face seemed drawn. Ginny knew that he had had to work even harder at the Ministry ever since the disappearance of Lucius Malfoy.

Even now, the thought of a Malfoy brought a sliver of pain. She could ignore it, for the most part, but it was at moments like these when she was most vulnerable.

It had been a week, now, since she had left Hogwarts. She had told Molly Weasley everything; starting with meeting Draco on the Hogwarts Express. By the end, Ginny was in tears, and Molly was comforting her calmly. Dumbledore had sent a note to the Burrow, kindly saying that Ginny could stay home as long as she liked. Ginny would have to face Hogwarts next year, at the earliest, but at least Draco would be no longer walking the halls. She would still have her memories, but they were nothing more than haunting thoughts that could easily be pushed to the back of her mind. Ginny had spent the week here at the Burrow to heal a little, something she hadn't had time for at Hogwarts. It had just been one problem after another, finally ending with the final heartbreak Ginny could manage.

Arthur stood up wearily, setting the paper down and grabbing his cloak before he apparated to the Ministry. He gave Molly a peck on the cheek then disappeared with a crack. Another day had officially started in the Weasley home.

The days seemed so calm and completely out of place from her hectic life. Ginny sat in the garden most days, kicking at gnomes and reading sad romance novels, where one or both of the lovers ended up dying. It took a lack of thinking, which Ginny enjoyed immensely. The day slid by, punctuated only by an outburst by the ghoul in the attic. It had been quiet recently, and had decided to make up for it by moaning and rapping on the pipes most of the afternoon. By dinner, everyone was exhausted, and seemed ready to sleep forever.

It was midnight before Ginny realized that she would have another sleepless night tonight. She slipped into Muggle clothes, planning on walking about until dawn. It was rather cold that night, but growing warmer, so Ginny didn't bother to wear a sweater. The red-head walked behind the garden and past the old Quidditch field, sitting atop the crest of a hill and staring at the horizon. She turned through her mind, trying to find something to think about, but she kept coming back to Draco.

Fine. I might as well, seeing as it's midnight and I have nothing else to think about. Over the past few days, Ginny had been avoiding the subject of the Malfoys, especially when she had found out about Lucius' disappearance. She imagined Draco was out partying with Cho, having completely forgot about the prize he had won. That's me. That's all he figured I was. A goal to be reached, a trophy to hold. She snorted angrily, watching the clouds drift across her vision.

What had that tear meant? Maybe she had been too rash… Maybe it didn't mean that he didn't love her. Maybe it had meant.. Well, girl, what else could it mean? Why would he cry if he were in love with you? Face it, Ginny Weasley. You are a naïve fool who actually believed that a Malfoy was capable of love. Especially of loving someone like you.

Ginny had to face it. She had to see Malfoy again, had to know that it really was over. Other wise, she would never move on. She would leave.. tonight. Mum would have a fit, surely, but Ginny wouldn't stay to find out.

No, this was too rash. Too sudden. Too like the lightning.. Ginny! No time to lapse into Shakespeare.. Romeo and Juliet. That really had been Draco and her, hadn't it? Two families, torn apart by hate… brought together by love. Not for long.. Ginny thought bitterly. Star-crossed lovers. But it was never really love. At least, not for him. All of those covert attentions… and they added up to nothing. Just like Romeo and Juliet, their love had died. Their love died with the death of themselves.. No. It was best not to think of death… Those thoughts had the uncanny talent of being true.

Now firmly resolved to return to Hogwarts again, Ginny ran back to the Burrow. She nearly fell down the stairs, then, after reaching her room, cast the packing charm that Tonks had taught her at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. She gave one last, sweeping glance at her room, then after scribbling a note to Molly and Arthur about her sudden disappearance, took her broomstick out of the closet and fastened her trunk to it, leaving the Burrow soundlessly.

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Ginny reached Hogwarts just as the sun was rising, and she flew over the Great Lake in celebratory happiness. She had made it by using numerous spells and charms to guide her way, but she had made it all the same. Now she ran through the still asleep and tired Hogwarts Halls, feeling more alive than she knew she ever had. Except when Draco.. But there was no time to think about Draco. Ginny realized she didn't know the new password to the Gryffindor common room, and slowed down a bit, wondering if it had changed in a week.

Once she reached the Fat Lady (who had been sleeping, but awoke with a snort when Ginny cleared her throat) she tried the old password, hoping dearly that it was the same. But no such luck. The Fat Lady shook her head, giving Ginny a wary look then falling back asleep, snoring quietly.

Ginny turned around in disgust, heading to the owlrey to dawdle. Once she reached it (with a large amount of lugging her trunk up and down stairs) she searched for Pigwigdeon, who should have been somewhere in here. She turned around to leave (after finding no trace of Pig) and nearly walked into Draco, who was standing in the doorway with a look of terror and awe.

Oh dear.. I'm not ready.. I can't talk to him yet.. Then he strode forward and swept her up into a heart-wrenching kiss.

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Err, this one took a while. But i had to figure out where exactly I was leading this story.. If you have questions about my story, please, feel free to ask me. I've noticed a lot of you were confused by the last few chapters, and if this one didn't help you any, please ask me about it.

As always, review!