Draco's eyes widened with horror as Ginny's feet left the ledge. He ran forwards and tried to grab her back, but his fingers only managed to brush her long hair. He screamed in pain and sorrow at another life being torn from his grasp and his inability to prevent it.
Duh, you twit. WIZARD!
Draco whipped out his wand and stopped Ginny's fall in the moment before her head hit a large rock. He levitated her back up to the balcony, and once she was lying on the floor, he knelt down and covered her with her robes.
Dead? He checked her pulse. No, unconscious. Thank Merlin.
He pulled her head into his lap and began to stroke the scarlet hair he had felt at his fingertips twice now. It was soft and silky, and he ran his fingers through it for countless minutes, combing it out across his thigh with his hand. Then he reached down and stroked her cheek with his thumb, reveling in the smooth feel of her skin that was beautifully free of makeup. Then he gently stroked the bags under her eyes, so similar to his own. She looked as though she hadn't slept in ages.
But yesterday she looked fine.
Then he remembered his own ritual concealment charm and put two and two together.
Draco leaned down and kissed Ginny's closed eyelids gently, one and then the other.
They fluttered, and Ginny opened her eyes. They widened in surprise.
Ginny opened her eyes to see Draco's face hovering above her. She realized that her head was on his lap, and that even better - No, worse! Even worse, she was alive. Ginny jumped up off of the ground, Draco standing alongside her.
"What happened?"
"What do you mean what happened!? You jumped off the bloody tower!"
"That's what I thought. Why am I back up here? Why are you here?" Ginny asked.
"I came up here to think. I saw you jump. What the HELL was I supposed to do!?"
"Fuck, I wanted to live! No, die, I want to die!", Ginny wailed
"No you don't, Ginny."
"Damn" Ginny whispered. Then she noticed the bags under Draco's eyes that matched her own, and like Draco had done to her, she reached out to stroke his eyes. As her hands approached, Draco closed his eyes, sighing inside as here thumbs gently smoothed across the lids. Then Ginny cupped her hands around his face, leaned up and brushed her lips softly across his closed eyes.
"Thank you", she murmured as she withdrew.
Draco's eyes flew up and found hers. He looked her over completely from toe to head. Her delicate feet and black toenails, her shapely, muscular calves and thighs, and her flat, toned stomach with lightly defined muscles. Six pack…impressive. Must come from Quidditch.
He continued looking over the rest of her body, feeling his pants tighten when his eyes rested on her full breasts; the way they lifted away from her body, their delicate cleavage, not to deep, but definitely present, just the way he liked it. If only she weren't wearing that bra…
Draco tore his eyes away from her breasts and kept wandering upwards to her strong shoulders dusted with light freckles, her long slender neck, pale and inviting. Then he focused on her face. He recognized the features that inspired so much hate before, and saw them filled with the same look that so reminded him of Rosalina. He found it impossible to hate the redhead standing before him. Draco looked deep into her lime green eyes, and saw sadness, pain, anguish even; helplessness and loneliness. But he also saw a peace start to take over, and a playful look was also present.
"Like what you see, Draco?" Ginny asked coyly.
At his expression, Ginny looked pointedly to the bulge in his pants. Embarrassed, Draco looked quickly away, but Ginny's hands still framing his face forced his gaze back to hers.
When she did, Draco saw something that made him double-take. He stepped behind Ginny, took her right hand in his, and started to turn her wrist upwards.
Knowing what he was trying to see, Ginny tried to pull away, but Draco succeeded in revealing the red slashes and pale scars. Ginny stopped pulling to get away, and turned her head to look into his eyes, which revealed an enigmatic emotion that had no name.
She turned back to look at hr own wrist. As she did, Draco changed her hand from his right to his left, laying his forearm across her stomach. His own wrist, which had before been covered by Ginny's, was in the same condition.
With her left hand, Ginny ran her finger lightly across the red and white lines that separated his skin, but drew the two of them together.
Draco ducked his head down and buried his face in Ginny's neck, inhaled her sweetly erotic scent, and whispered into her ear.
"I know your heart"
Ginny gasped at the words, at the warm breath and warm words tickling her ear, and at Draco's warm hand that was creeping across her belly until she was wrapped completely in both of his arms.
All of the weariness left Draco and Ginny; they became each for the first time in the six years since their torment had started, indefatigable.
They stood for hours like that on the top of the tower until dawn broke and they saw people emerge onto the lawns. Draco bent down and grabbed Ginny's robes, pulling them over her head, slightly disappointed about covering up her arousing body.
He buried his face again into her neck and inhaled deeply, drinking in the scent of her skin that he had been reveling in all night. He thought for the hundredth time about how he nearly lost this aroma forever, and said a prayer of thanks that he had happened on this tower at the right moment to stop Ginny's suicide in its tracks.