A/N: I uploaded chapter 10 as well as this one today so that one's new as well. If you haven't read it yet, chapter 11 won't really make sense.
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Hughes had had weeks since he had met Draco in Hogsmeade to prepare how he was going to trap the boy into becoming a death eater.
His plans would not fail this time, they couldn't.
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Ginny was sitting in Draco's arms in his room again. Although March had arrived it was still cold and they both preferred the warmth of the fire crackling away. Neither had spoken after their last kiss and they had been sitting like that for a while.
"Another Hogsmeade weekend is coming," Ginny said, "do you want to go out or do you want to stay in and take advantage of a half empty school?"
"I definitely want to stay in" said Draco.
Ginny smiled, "That's good; I thought I was going to have to convince you." She snuggled closer into his chest. She didn't know what it was but Draco seemed to tense up when she mentioned Hogsmeade.
They sat in silence for another few seconds before Ginny asked, "Draco, is everything okay?"
"Of course everything is okay," he said, "why?"
"I don't know, every time I talk to you about . . . stuff, you get really tense."
Draco laughed a short, deep laugh, "You're being a bit vague, dear."
Ginny considered her words, "I don't know, it could be anything but its just that when I talk about Hogsmeade or butterbeer or meetings you seem to get really uptight. See, there you go again, the moment I mentioned Hogsmeade your eyes narrowed and I could feel how edgy you became."
"Hmm . . . it doesn't really matter, does it? I told you that the meeting at the Three Broomsticks didn't go well, can't we just leave it at that?"
"I guess, I just want to know if something's really bothering you or - don't do that, it's very distracting" she said as he nibbled at her ear lobe and his fingers brushed against the sides of her breasts.
"Sorry, sometimes I can't help myself" he said, but continued with his ministrations.
"Who did you - ooh - you meet there?"
Draco stopped and sighed, resigned to the fact that Ginny wouldn't let this go until he finally came out with an answer.
"Could you possibly keep doing that to my neck while you're talking?" Ginny asked.
Draco was not in the mood to joke around, "Do you mind, if you're going to demand to hear this, the least you could do is listen."
"Sorry" Ginny said and she turned around to face him. Draco, in an uncharacteristic display of uncertainty, shifted his gaze before beginning to talk
He started to explain everything about Hughes and how he had thought that it was his father but it wasn't, that was why he had dragged her as far away from the Three Broomsticks and up to the shrieking shack.
As Ginny listened her yes grew wide with comprehension of what he had been through that day. Draco was telling his story in a detached manner but she could tell that this new failure to reach his father after false hope was still affecting him. She didn't say anything but just listened.
Draco couldn't stop himself from telling everything to Ginny. He felt that if he didn't then the feelings that he suppressed would weigh down and suffocate him, stealing what life he had left. When he finished he waited for her to say something, anything but she just stayed silent.
Then she leant forward and pulled him into her embrace, cradling his head on her shoulder and gently rocking him. "I'm sorry," she said, "I'm so, so sorry that you had to go through that."
Draco let her fold him into her arms; it felt as if everything would alright if she held him like this. He raised his head to give her a soft kiss, by way of thanks. They kissed gently for a while, just enjoying holding each other with nothing to distract them but the fire. They broke away and Draco placed his forehead on hers.
He felt free, something he hadn't felt in a long time. He also felt like his emotional connection to Ginny had reached a new high, if it was possible. It was new and exhilarating, on instinct he leant forward and pushed her onto the carpeted floor crushing her with the bruising force of his kiss.
Ginny groaned but did nothing to stop him. Soon he was all over her, kissing and caressing. They had gone down this path numerous times but this time it felt . . . right, like the last piece had fallen into place. So she let her instincts direct her actions just like they were directing her thoughts.
She responded to his kiss and placed her arms around his neck before leading her hands down his back. She started to unbutton his shirt while grinding her hips into his. They were kissing aggressively and everything she did pushed Draco further, when his shirt was completely off her fingers drifted towards the waistband of his pants.
At this point Draco pulled back, breathing deep. "Gin . . . it's not that I don't want to but if we go any farther I won't be able to stop."
Ginny considered her options, what did she want to do? Well, she knew what she wanted to do, but was it the right thing? It felt right, it felt perfect. Draco cared, he really did and maybe that was what mattered most; doing what you felt was right with someone you knew cared deeply for you. He had never said the words `I love you' but she didn't really expect him to.
"This time I don't want you to stop" she said softly.
Draco raised his head, his grey eyes boring into hers. At length he asked her if she was sure and she said she was. He asked again and she simply nodded.
But then a thought that tore into his heart entered his mind. He had to know and so he asked her one last question.
"Gin, you're not doing this out of pity, are you?"
"Not out of pity" she said as she cupped his cheek with her hand, "I want to do this. This is about us."
Draco nodded and they began again.
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Ginny lay in his arms afterwards spooned against his chest. He held her, taking note of the way her hair fell in soft waves on the pillow and the way her eyes fluttered periodically. Was this love? If it was then it was wonderful, he had never felt so . . . he couldn't describe it. Maybe this was what they meant when everything felt complete.
`I think I love you Virginia Weasley' was the last coherent thought he had before he fell to sleep.
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A few hours after falling to sleep Ginny woke up again. She could have lain her head back down but she decided not to. Instead she slowly withdrew herself from the bed, despite Draco's gentle protests, and got dressed.
He looked so peaceful in his sleep and she didn't want to wake him to tell him she was leaving so she let herself out the door. She'd never stayed out past curfew and she decided that tonight wasn't the night to get caught.
She followed the path to the Gryffindor common room mindlessly; she had been this way so many times.
Up this staircase, to the left, down these stairs, up those.
Hang on, where was she?
She must have taken a wrong turn or one of the staircases must have shifted. This was one part of the castle she had never been in. She searched for her wand.
Shit, she had left it in Draco's room. How stupid could she be?
She tried to retrace her steps and get back but she couldn't figure out which way she had come. She was panicking now, she didn't want to call out for someone in case she got in trouble with Filch.
Okay, calm down and think, she told herself. So she stood still and closed her eyes and took several deep breaths before opening them again and looking around. Of course, how could she have missed it, she had come from that direction just past the suit of armour.
As she stepped down the stairs and into familiarity she breathed a sigh of relief. She could get to the Gryffindor common room by going to the left instead. Half running down the corridor, she turned the corner.
Only to crash into someone very solid, who then gripped her arms and held her upright.
"Well, well. This is going to be much easier than I thought . . . silencio" he said as he pulled out his wand and held it to her throat.
When Ginny realised that this wasn't just some student who was out to get a snack she started to struggle against his grip but it only grew tighter. She started to kick him but he just pointed his wand at her again and stupefied her.
She lay limp in his arms and he carried her back to the staircase that he came from and down to the room where the entrance to the passage into Hogsmeade through Honeydukes waited for him.
When he reached Hogsmeade he apparated with her in his arms to a death eater stronghold in Wales.
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Draco woke up at about four in the morning feeling like he couldn't breath, something was wrong. In his minds eye images flashed, coming into focus and then fading. He saw Ginny struggling with someone . . . it was Hughes. Anger flared up in him, he saw Hughes stupefy her and then carry her off somewhere.
Then his mind cleared and he was sitting in his room again . . . with something really hot burning into his chest. It was the pendant.
He realised Ginny really was in trouble, that was when he looked down to see her wand lying on the floor next to the chair.
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A/N: Thanks for reading and I hope you liked this chapter. Please leave a review, unless you're going to spam me five times with random letters. I uploaded two chapters this time because I felt that one wouldn't go without the other, I hope I didn't confuse anyone.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Draco or Ginny but I do own Hughes and the story line.