[Ginny]
"Professor Dumbledore!"

I was flailing my arms when Dumbledore appeared in front of me. He was surprised, but he tried so hard not to act like it. McGonagall was right behind him, dressed in her robes.

"Oh, Miss Weasley! You've come back!" McGonagall smiled.

"Yes I am! And do I have news for you!" I laughed.

"What?" Dumbledore asked.

I handed him the letter that Draco wrote:

Dear Dumbledore and McGonagall,
We found Hermione! Apparently she was hiding in some crazy little cottage on the outskirts of Carlisle, England. She doesn't seem tortured, or petrified, or hit with the Cruciatus Curse. Not only that, I've found our long-lost friend, Sirius Black! He must've gotten out of that vale somehow, and whoever helped him must be the most impressive person in the history of Wizarding Britain! He's an undercover agent in the Death Eaters, like Snape.

We have successfully infiltrated You-Know-Who's team of Death Eaters. It was easy for me, with me being related to Father, but for Ginny, it wasn't as easy. However, with a little help from me, she could get in. We're going to get our fake Dark Marks tomorrow, so wish us luck!

- Draco Malfoy

"I see Miss Weasley," Dumbledore smiled. "Wonderful job! Do you want to stay the night here? We'll wake you up at four."

"Yes please! Thank you!" I grinned. "But I can take a walk?"

"Go ahead," McGonagall nodded. "But be back before ten."

I nodded and headed outside into the cool October air blowing in my hair. I laughed, because for the past few days, I had been serious and focused, which is so totally not me. I walked towards the hotel gardens, which weren't too far from where I was standing.

I found Draco and Hermione's villa on my left. Everything stayed where it was as if they had never left. The ruby red bricks looked beautiful in the moonlight. I carefully traced the shape of the villa with my finger, smiling at its architectural structure.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley, never thought I would see you again."

Startled, I turned around. It was the one and only Blaise Zabini. He looked tall and handsome in the dark. His hair blended in with the darkness, and his skin seemed extremely smooth. His blue checkerde shirt made him look strong, and his jeans made him look ridiculously skinny.

"Neither did I, Blaise Zabini."

We walked towards each other in the darkness. I can tell Blaise was scanning me in my untamed hair, dirty pair of jeans and t-shirt. Right there, I can tell that he thought I looked absolutely mad.

"You look messed up," he smirked. I told you so.

"Wow Zabini," I smirked back at him. "What every girl wants to hear."

"I was only joking Weasley."

"Let's see... I have crazy hair, my jeans look like crap, and my shirt is torn and ragged. Yup, you were joking."

"I don't give a fuck about that. You look really nice, actually."

I raised my eyebrow. "Did you just say I look nice, Zabini?"

"I believe I did, Weasley."

"You don't look too bad yourself."

"Not too bad, Weasley? You can do better than that."

"What do you want me to say? You look more handsome than Malfoy?"

"That's more like it!"

"I'm only joking."

"Let's see... my hair is neatly combed, my shirt is all buttoned up and it makes me look dead muscular, and my jeans fit me perfectly. You sure were joking."

We then stared at each other for a second. I looked deep into his chocolate brown eyes until I saw this sincere warmth that radiated out of them. I can tell he saw the warmth in my brown eyes too when he said something utterly shocking.

"Ginny," Blaise whispered. "Will you go out with me?"

"Of course," I whispered back, grinning from ear to ear.

We kissed.

And that was probably one of the best moments of my life.

"Miss Weasley, do wake up!"

I opened my eyes immediately, remembering what had happened the night before. I smiled as I got up to take a shower.

I took a shower for the first time in three, no, four days. It felt nice to have the hot water on my skin again, and it felt truly refreshing. I also remembered the joy of picking out clothes from my ever-growing wardrobe. But I didn't have that now. Luckily, McGonagall had some things prepared for me: a plain blue t-shirt and a pair of beige trousers. They looked nice on me, though I wish I had some of my accessories to pair them together with.

I went downstairs when I found Blaise standing in the hallway. I smiled as I ran over to him and gave him a big hug. He laughed as he flung his arms around me.

"How do you know I was here?" I asked him.

"I asked Dumbledore and McGonagall where you were," Blaise smirked. "And here I am."

"You do have to hurry though. I have another errand to do."

"I know."

We sat on the dining table, where an extravagant meal was set out for us. We sat down on the chairs, facing each other. I laughed.

"This is the first time I've eaten in three days," I mumbled to myself.

"What was that?" Blaise asked.

"Nothing," I replied.

"I know about Hogwarts, Ginny."

I stared at him, awestruck.

"H-how did you know?" I trembled.

"Everytime I look at you, I remember."

"Oh. I see."

"Then, can you tell me what's going on?"

"Not now, Blaise. I just want to have a nice meal together before I leave. I don't know when's the next time I'll see you and I want to remember you with happy memories, okay?"

"Sure, Gin."

I smiled, and he smiled back.

We each ate our meal in silence, only the sound of the spoons and forks clinging on the plates to interrupt it. We didn't look at each other for a moment until we both finished eating. Afterwards, we both got up from the table, went outside and sat on the grass. I was leaning on his back as I observed the stars in the sky. The sky was still dark, since it was only four thirty in the morning.

"Your shirt matches the sky," Blaise smirked.

"I know," I smirked cheekily.

"You're getting good at the signature Slytherin Smirk," he laughed. I chuckled.

"It's a wonder I'm not in Slytherin then."

"No. You're too brave to be in Slytherin."

"There is no such thing as being too brave."

"And how do you know that?"

"I just do."

"Wait, I need you to do me a favour."

"Go on."

"You won't tell anyone you saw me, right?" I asked him.

"Only if you don't want me to," he replied.

"Don't."

"I won't."

We shared a short, sweet kiss before lying down on the grass, enjoying the sunrise.