I Still..

A/N Hey there everybody! Chapter four is here and it is completely edited and fantastical lol. I worked so hard on this one, it's not even funny. Seriously. Just so you all know, the before chapter was 1,078 words, and once it was edited and beefed up, it became 3,105. Much better huh? Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Things are starting to get interesting if you ask me. If you have any ideas or if there's something you want changed, feel free to let me know via review!

Somehow, Ginny had allowed Draco to talk her into going into a silly muggle fortune tellers shack, for what had translated into about fourteen galleons. What a ridiculous waste of money this was! She had always thought things like this were stupid, but for some weird reason, he thought this was a good idea. After having talked him into going to the carnival in London for the rides and cotton candy, he had decided that he got to pick the very last amusement. For whatever reason, he had chosen this.

"-and this line means that there will be lots and lots of children in your life."

Ginny raised a skeptical eyebrow and turned to look at Draco. "I already knew that. Look at my family! Even if I didn't have a single child and each of them had one, that would be six kids in my life. Come on, this is stupid. Do you know what else you could have bought for fourteen galleons? My house, that's what."

Draco took her by the hand that wasn't being held by the fortune teller and kissed the palm. "We'll have tons Sugar. We'll have so many we'll have to rent out Hogwarts just to have enough beds for them." He purposely, and quite obviously, ignored her complaints and her mockery of her own family.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, her long red hair drifting from side to side. "You said you didn't want to have any children at all. Don't you remember?"

He shrugged. "That was before. Anything I could do to have just one more piece of you is worth it. I'm sure our kids are going to have that crazy-red hair. Merlin, how my family is going to hate the prospect of it!" He reached out to touch her hair, and before he had the chance to realize what he was doing, he had pulled her in for a sweet, innocent little kiss.

Now look at me
Instead of moving on, I refuse to see
That I Keep Coming Back

-I Still, BSB

Draco sighed a tad louder than he had previously intended. He was daydreaming about her as he had been for the last nine years…What was his problem? Why couldn't he shake her?

Not that he wanted to at this point...

He was wandering around Diagon Alley once again. He never had a shopping habit, but nobody would ever guess that, had they been following him around. He was in town for the third time in less than a week. He rolled his eyes and looked around. As teenagers, during the one summer they had spent together, he took her here quite often. It was a place that none of his friends and family frequented since Knockturn Alley was so nearby, and a place where her friends and family couldn't frequent due to a lack of funding. Oh how he loved shopping for her...

Whilst wandering aimlessly, out of the corner of his eye, Draco caught sight of a flashing sign. It took his eyes a few moments to adjust, but as soon as they did, he was more than thrilled by what he read.

GET YOUR BROOM SIGNED BY THE BEST QUIDDITCH TEAM WIZARDRY HAS EVER SEEN: THE CHUDLEY CANNONS!

The Chudley Cannons? he thought to himself with excitement that he could hardly contain. Would she be there? She would have to be... After having seen that Quidditch match, he was sure that if Ginny wasn't there, the fans wouldn't be either.

He looked from his left to his right. He hadn't had a broom in almost seven years so perhaps now was the time for him to get one. Quality Quidditch Supplies was two doors down, so before he knew what he was doing, he ran in that direction. He opened the door and was for some reason or another startled by the loud jingling the door made as though he hadn't been in there a million times before.

"May I help you sir?"

The attendant was no older than sixteen with huge purple glasses. Draco raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down. Shaking the confusion from his mind, he placed a small pouch of coins on the counter. "I need you to give me the best broom you have in the store."

"Oh, well we have all varieties based on your preferences! We have long ones, skinny ones, fast ones, comfortable ones, dark o-"

Draco placed a hand over his mouth and raised both eyebrows. "Okay, I didn't ask for your inventory. I want the single best broomstick you have here and if you give it to me right now, I will let you keep your tongue.

The teen brushed the front of his vest of and glared as best he could manage. "Well isn't someone a little testy today? Perhaps I can suggest a pint at the Leaky Cauldron!"

He led Draco over to a display of deep mahogany brooms with a gold plated engraving on the side. Velox 450.

"This one is perfect. I'll take it." He picked the broom up and was startled to feel how light it was. Wow, nine years go by and all of the sudden they have vast enhancements over broomsticks! Go figure. Hey, I won't argue with progress...

Draco jogged back to his original destination, a huge grin of excitement plastered over his face. When he reached the front door, he brushed it off, running a hand through his pale hair. He took a deep breath and opened the door. With a smirk he walked into the bar and was more than surprised to see half of the team completely abandoned. Ginny, the only woman on the team, was surrounded by near fifty fans. Her line was out the door… Luckily for him, she rather quickly noticed he was standing there and rewarded him with an excited pair of eyes.

"Oh hey! You over there, come on over to my table!" She gave him a sweet smile that brought him right back to Hogwarts and waved her hand forward as though they had been friends their whole lives.

If only she knew.

His heart was pounding harder than it ever had in his recent memory. He tentatively took a few steps in her direction, looking around carefully to be sure nobody he recognized was around. He placed his broom on her table, licking his lips gently. His hair was in his face, but he didn't dare move for fear she would disappear as the mirage he was so convinced she'd truly been all this time.

"I'm almost shocked to see you without Abigail today. Do you have her hidden somewhere?"

She smirked, reaching to dip her quill in the pot of bright orange ink she had been given. "No. She's with her daddy today. I got the whole day off from her to be here doing this instead today. Unfair trade it seems." She brushed her hair away from her face and looked him up and down. Wow, she thought to herself. What a handsome man he is...

"What's the name?" she asked, doing her best not to look as distracted as she felt. Her nails tapped against the table in a nervous series of clicks.

He shook his head. "Just sign it Ginevra Weasley… And if you could put the hearts over your I like you always used to... Please."

She signed it, but never took her eyes away from his. "You look strikingly familiar… Do I know you from somewhere else? I must know you from somewhere else... Did you go to Hogwarts?"

He shrugged, inwardly thrilled by the way her eyes were tracing her over and over.

He smiled and lifted his broom, but as he turned to walk away he felt a small hand touch his arm. He looked at her and saw that she was now standing, her head tilted to the side. "You...You look like someone I knew once... Ho- How did you know about the hearts over my I's?"

"I'll see you again Gin."

Her eyes widened. Very few people were allowed to call her that… And yet for some reason, although she just couldn't put her finger on the stranger, she didn't mind him calling her that. In fact, she liked it. She desperately wanted, neigh, needed to see him again.

"-and then he just said, 'I'll see you again Gin.' It was so weird…He looks so familiar…"

Hermione shrugged and took a sip of butter beer. "Wish I could tell you Ginny. It just sounds like a little boy with a crush if you ask me. Sounds like he went on the Witch Wide Web and found out all about you, just like any other fan would do. He wanted to impress you, I'm sure of it."

Ginny shrugged. "Maybe. All I know is that something about him seems so familiar, as though I've known him all my life…"

Hermione sighed. "Could it be that you've already seen him twice? Maybe he's been stalking you, and your subconscious is finally starting to put the pieces together?"

Ginny shook her head. "No Hermione. Something about him just seems so...Comfortable. When I see him it almost feels like it would be completely appropriate to run up to him and give him a great big hug. I don't know what this is, but every time I think about it, I get even more confused. I have no idea what's going on, and I hate this feeling."

Chuckling, Hermione crossed one leg over the other. "Is it possible that our lovely, devoted wife Mrs. Smucker fancies a stranger? It's like one of those movies. Boy meets girl, girl meets boy, boy and girl meet a third time, and bam, they're shagging in shop dressing room."

Ginny raised an eyebrow in disgust. "First of all, I'm not a muggle so I've never seen a movie. Second of all, when did you become inappropriate and sexual? Must be your hormones getting back to normal after Abigail..."

Hermione choked over her drink. "Ginevra, Abigail is almost three! I am in no way still off my rocker over pregnancy hormones."

Ginny shrugged. "Hey I was trying to be nice. You've always been nutters."

"Look Ginny, maybe you're just itching for something new. Why don't you just try him on for size? See how things go from there."

Ginny gave her a look that spoke volumes. "Hermione," she said, as though she were talking to a toddler, "I'm married. I can't just 'try' strange man 'out for size', you utter pervert, and besides, who's to say I'm ever going to see him again?"

She waved a dismissive hand at the younger woman. "Dinner never hurt anybody and besides, if you've seen him this many times already, I'm sure it's for a reason. Either he really wants to see you, or fate is pressing you together."

"You don't believe in fate Mrs. Weasley, and speaking of which, does your husband know that you think it's perfectly fine for happily married women to date?"

Hermione chuckled and shook her head. "Of course not! I wasn't talking about happily married women. I was talking about you."

"Darby dear! Oh love of my life! I'm home!" Ginny shouted, putting the mail onto the coffee table.

"Baby?" She walked up the stairs to the bedroom, but instead of finding her loving husband, she found a note and a rose on her freshly made bed.

'The boys took me out. Be back tomorrow.'

Ginny shook her head and plopped herself down onto her comforter. She looked to her right and smiled at the startling sight of a gorgeous black owl that didn't belong to anybody she could readily identify.

"What have you got there sweetness?" She pulled the note off of his leg and read it to herself.

'If I could have one lifetime wish, one wish that would come true, I'd wish in love with all my heart, for yesterday...and you!'

Ginny smiled. Fan letters didn't usually make it through to her home, so someone must have either actually known where she lived, or they were incredibly determined…

She shrugged. It was sweet and it made her happy for now, so she wasn't going to argue.

With one smile, she pulled the covers over her body, and allowed herself to fall into a dream.

"Good job Marlow. Good job." Draco fed the sweet black owl a treat and placed him onto a branch inside his cage, leaving the door open for him.

He shook his head, turning toward the couch in the corner of the dark room. He sat, putting his head in his hands. His body ached, his head hurt, his stomach grumbled and had he been a woman, he surely would have been on his cycle as well.

He had abandoned her all those years ago... Whether it had been intentional or not, he had disappeared...

"No. He's not as loyal as we thought he would be. I've been saying it from day one, this kid is nothing but trouble. I don't understand why he was even accepted to begin with. He still hasn't even accepted the mark yet!"

"Should we rid ourselves of him? He's 18. I mean, he could still be trained if we start now. Why not pump up the pressure?"

"His father claimed he's been training him since he was in diapers. If he's not loyal to the Dark Lord yet, I don't think he ever will be, case closed."

"Well, this isn't really our decision. Let's bring it up. You know if we kill him it'll be our hides that get laid out to dry. Who knows, maybe there are some big plans set out for him. Maybe this is his destiny. Maybe he's just a scared kid who doesn't know what it means to be a Death Eater yet. I'm sure his first kill will go splendidly."

Draco had his back pressed to the wall, his ear up against it as he eavesdropped to the best of his abilities. It had never been one of his better finely tuned talents, but it was worth a shot and he had heard this much so far!

He hadn't realized his disloyalty had been as blatant as it had apparently been...

When he was sent off to fight this damned war, he had no idea who he'd be fighting for, but his mind was made up for him by his father. As soon as he showed up he had been beaten, humiliated and tortured for the better part of three months. He was repeatedly built up and shot down to prove he was willing to whatever it took to serve his master...Except he wasn't. He was willing to do whatever it took to keep himself alive, so he could go home to-

The last time they spoke, she made it perfectly clear she never wanted to hear from him again. She had cried... He never wanted to make her cry... What if they killed him? Who would tell Ginny they loved her every day? Who would let her know that as soon as the war was over everything would go back to normal again. Who...Who would even inform her if something did happen to him? She would never know, unless it made headlines.

A shot to the back of the head made him realize just how close to the wall he had truly been. He scrambled to stand before the group barged into the room, but he quickly realized that he was too late.

"Just the Malfoy I was looking for. Gentlemen, leave us alone for a moment."

A/N Well everybody, this chapter was HARD! I don't know what I was doing all those years ago, but this chapter in particular just did not want to be written. Not even a little bit. I added, deleted, extended and all sorts of other things to make this chapter the fine piece of perfection you see before you today.

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