Caught off Balance by ChocolateFrogsForBreakfast

Rating: PG13
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 30/07/2004
Last Updated: 19/12/2004
Status: Completed

It's Ginny's fifth year at Hogwarts and she's about to learn that everyone's not
who they appear to be--or are they? She's going to put her heart on the line to find out. H/Hr
and R/LL on the side. Fluffy-Angstyness!




1. Not Quite the Hero
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**Summary:** It's sixth year for the trio and Ginny's in her fifth year. What happens
when she finds that not everyone is what they appear to be? **D/G** with **H/HR** and
**R/LL** on the side.

**A/N:** This story was my first work and was previously posted on fanfiction.net. Those of
you familiar with me already know of my obsessive editing and won't be surprised to hear that
some parts of this story have changed from the one posted on ff. This version is a little darker
and I'll warn you straight away, the chapters aren't long ones. Please feel free to let me
know of any spelling or grammatical errors in your reviews. Thanks for reading!

**Disclaimer:** The characters, setting and props obviously aren't mine—just the angsty
little plot.

**Chapter 1 Not Quite the Hero**

Ginny Weasley threw open the castle's wide oak doors to the lovely autumn day and breathed
in deeply. She relished the scent of the outdoors during this, her favorite time of the year. She
began stepping lightly down the stone steps in anticipation of spending some time outside in what
was likely to be one of the last few days of good weather before the true Scottish fall set in. Her
feet hesitated the tiniest bit as she saw the Slytherin Quiditch Team in the distance. They strode
proudly toward the stadium entrance carrying their brooms on their shoulders; their green and
silver robes swirled around them in the breeze.

The captain's voice carried faintly across the grounds, “If we're going to beat
Ravenclaw, we've got to shore up our defense! We're going to concentrate on keeper skills
today. Chasers and beaters, you line up and try to score on Bletchley. Really have a go at it and
give him a workout! Malfoy, I'm releasing the snitch and I want you to practice your seeking.
Alright, let's get on with it, then!” And at that, the Slytherin team shot skyward.

All but one headed toward the end of the field. Ginny knew it was Draco Malfoy, the seeker, who
flew high and solitary. His flaxen hair was streaming behind him along with his emerald robes as he
scanned for the snitch. As Ginny walked through the grass to the Forbidden Forest, she felt a chill
skitter up her spine. She turned her head slowly and found Draco sitting high on his broom, gazing
at her, his face inscrutable at that distance. Ginny returned his stare defiantly for a bit, then
tossed her crimson hair and continued into the forest.

It was an understatement to say that the Malfoy and Weasley families were not on good terms.
Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father, was responsible for Ginny's near fatal dealings with Tom
Riddle, now Lord Voldemort, in the Chamber of Secrets. “Bloody git!” Ginny said under her breath as
she reached the edge of the trees. But she couldn't control the shiver that ran its icy fingers
up her spine as she forced the memories of her first year to the back of her mind trying to
concentrate on the task at hand.

Ginny was in search of willow bark to complete a potion and, not willing to risk the wrath of
the Whomping Willow, hoped she could find it on the outskirts of the forest. She wasn't having
any luck with the trees that bordered the grounds so she decided that walking just a bit further
into the forest wouldn't hurt. Ginny squinted her eyes looking through the shadows for the
needed tree, surprised at just how little sunlight penetrated the leaves above her. She shivered as
the cool breeze weaved through her mocha-brown jumper and she wrapped her arms snuggly around
herself for warmth. As Ginny scanned through the trees for a willow, she enjoyed the vivid leaves
and began humming softly, adding her melody to some of the forest sounds drifting around her.

Suddenly, Ginny's skin prickled and her gaze snapped to a point just up the path. Some small
trees and bushes ahead were swaying…and crunching. A nasty looking creature, deep purple with horns
and strange feet, was lumbering about as it foraged. Ginny stood stock-still, her mind buzzing in
panic as she quickly looked around, realizing that she had come in too far and couldn't see the
end of the trees anymore. She began backing up slowly, keeping her eyes on the creature and praying
that it wouldn't notice her. *Crack!* Her heart jumped into her throat as she realized her
foot had landed on a fallen branch. The creature raised its ugly head and, sighting Ginny, began to
lope toward her. Ginny turned and ran with all her might through the trees—stumbling over roots and
brush. Branches from the trees reached out to snag at her jumper but she tore away from them. She
felt like she had run forever when she finally burst out of the forest but she could still hear
crashing behind her and knew the beast was still in pursuit. “Hagrid!” Ginny shrieked, panting. But
there was no smoke curling from Hagrid's chimney.

Terrified, Ginny could feel herself tiring and the thundering feet behind her sounded closer and
closer. With every labored breath, her lungs felt as though they were on fire and she could feel
her legs slowly turning to rubber. She began to lose all hope and wondered with increasing dread
how long it would be before the beast caught up with her. *Whoosh!* She saw something flash by
going in the opposite direction. `*What was—?'* After a few seconds, “HANG ON!” rang from
a powerful voice from her left. An arm came around Ginny, scooped her off the ground and lifted her
onto his broom in front of him. She quickly threw her arms around the flyer and twisted her body so
that her face was pressed against his chest and hung on for dear life.

The strong arm around Ginny's waist lifted her up to a less precarious sitting position on
her rescuer's lap. She clung on even more tightly, burying her face in soft material, and
sobbed chokily. “You're all right now—I've got you,” a tense voice breathed into her ear.
Ginny was pulled closer and she could feel the flyer's muscles clenching, fighting to control
his broom and hold on to her as he forced them higher into the air and away from the beast. Ginny
heard the animal roar in frustration from somewhere behind them. They flew for just a little while
longer and began to descend. “Get ready!” gasped the voice just seconds before they plowed into the
ground.

*THUD!* They were thrown from the broom to land several feet away in a tangle on the soft
grass. “*Are you alright*?” he demanded, crawling quickly to her. Ginny threw her arms
gratefully back around him and gave him a smacking kiss on the cheek as his arms wound back around
her. She hugged him even tighter and choked out into his ear, “Thanks so much! I thought I was done
for!” Then, Ginny felt her rescuer recoil slightly in her arms, his arms loosening their hold and
hands sliding down away from her. She became aware of sounds around them and looked up to see the
Slytherin Team landing close to them. They had also apparently heard her screams and watched the
whole scene play out.

Some were standing with calculating looks on their faces and some were breaking into smirks and
not so friendly grins. She slowly became aware that the robe her hands were clutching was green and
silver. A creeping feeling of dread caused Ginny to loosen her hold and pull slowly back. She found
herself staring into the enigmatic gray eyes of Draco Malfoy and heard herself take a sharp breath.
“Get your filthy hands off me, Weasley,” he snarled as he stood up, dumping her to the ground like
a sack of manure and quickly stepped away. “Alright, you've had your nasty Gryffindor neck
saved by a Slytherin…now get out of here!”

The start of tears began to swell in Ginny's eyes as she looked up at Draco but she quickly
blinked them away. She lifted her chin and picked herself up never letting her eyes leave his gaze.
Ginny turned on her heel and hair flying, strode away toward the castle without a backwards glance
and missed the fleeting look that passed over Draco's face. He turned his gaze back to his
snickering teammates who were beginning to mount their brooms and fly back over the stadium wall to
resume practice. Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other then glanced back at him with their eyebrows
raised as they soared up. After they were out of sight, Draco chanced a look at Ginny's
retreating form then turned slowly, mounted his broom, and returned to practice.

~*~*~*~*~

Ginny stalked to her thankfully empty dorm room and slammed the door before climbing on her bed
and snapping shut the hangings. She pounded a fist into her pillow sending a few feathers into the
air then bowed her head and let the tears come. When she was done with them, she opened the
curtains and sat on the edge of her bed in the stillness. She could see the stadium from her window
and observed the practice still in full swing. The lone seeker was flying in lazy circles above the
pitch but then suddenly dove down below the stadium's rim. A few seconds later, Draco rose with
his fist held high. He then opened his hand and Ginny saw a flicker of gold as the snitch sped away
again.

There was no denying that Draco was a good seeker although he usually had bad luck against
Harry. Ginny had been Gryffindor's seeker in her fourth year after Harry was banned from
playing. While she had been decent in the position, her current status as chaser this year was much
more to her liking and she already had five goals under her belt from the first game.

Ginny sighed and turned away from the window and heard a soft knock as her friend Hermione
Granger hesitantly opened the door and stepped into the room. “Ginny? Luna told me that you looked
pretty angry a little while ago. Everything alright?”

“You're not going to *believe* what happened,” said Ginny rolling her eyes. She
proceeded to tell Hermione a condensed version of her afternoon. As Ginny neared the end of her
story, the tears welled up all over again to her consternation.

“I'm so sorry,” Hermione sighed, reaching out a hand to Ginny's arm. “Of all the
people…but I'm glad he did what he did. You could've been killed!”

“I know—I thought for sure I was going to be. I just feel so humiliated…that I actually kissed
him before I knew it was *him*…” Ginny's voice trailed off. “I mean, we were sitting on
the ground with our arms around each other and it seemed—”

“What?” interrupted Hermione, eyebrows raised. “Hang on, what do you mean `arms around each
other'?”

“Well, after our landing, I kind of threw my arms back around him—pretty much crawled back into
his lap actually,” Ginny shook her head embarrassedly. “But I could swear that he put his arms back
around me, too. And…I think he even asked if I was all right—that's odd, isn't it?”
Ginny's forehead creased but then she shook her head again and went on. “Then I kissed him on
the cheek and thanked him. Right after that, I noticed the Slytherins and that it had been Malfoy
who had rescued me.”

“So he actually acted like a decent person for a moment?” Hermione asked quietly in
disbelief.

“Yeah, but then the rest of the team showed up and he was definitely himself again.” Ginny's
eyes cast down. “I just don't want to have to see him again after all this...”

“Well, unfortunately that's probably going to be very difficult—but maybe he'll avoid
you, too.” Hermione glanced at her watch. “Look, its almost time for dinner. Why don't you come
on and meet Harry and Ron with me?”

“Thanks, but you go on. Save me a place—I'll be right there,” Ginny said with a small smile
and motioned Hermione on with her hand.

“Are you sure?”

Ginny nodded. “I'm fine—really. I just need a second.”

“All right, then. See you in a bit.” Hermione looked a bit skeptical at Ginny's reply but
patted Ginny's arm softly and headed to the common room.

Ginny turned to the mirror, straightened her hair and cleaned her face from the evidence of her
tears. As she looked in the mirror, an unbidden memory sprung up of Draco Malfoy pulling her onto
his lap and holding her closer as they flew away from the graphorn. Ginny could still feel his
muscles working to hold on to her and control the broom. She remembered his voice telling her she
was safe in his arms and then demanding to know if she was all right. Ginny covered her eyes with
her hands and then let them slide down her face and drop to her sides. She sighed and walked out
the door to go to dinner.
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2. Compelled
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**Chapter 2 Compelled**

Ginny hurried to the Gryffindor table and sat down in the empty seat beside Harry who was
already half way through his meal. “I heard about what happened to you earlier,” he said glancing
at her then back to his plate. “Are you okay, then?”

Ginny glanced sharply at Hermione who gave a small shake of her head. “I'm fine, thanks,”
Ginny replied, silently thanking Hermione for covering for her. “But I won't be going back into
the forest anytime soon.”

“Yeah,” nodded Harry, swallowing. “I don't remember anything pleasant about my times in
there.”

“Me either.” Ron shivered involuntarily. “Well, see that you stay clear of that place,” he said
in his big brother voice. “Thank goodness you were able to get away from that graphorn. (Oi!
Neville, pass the mash.) I don't know how you did, though. Nasty buggers, those.”

“Oh…well…just lucky, I guess,” stammered Ginny, her eyes going back to Hermione who smiled and
slightly shrugged her shoulders.

Ginny had begun filling her plate when thoughts of her afternoon invaded her mind once more. She
heard again the tone of his voice as he tried to protect her—remembered the feeling of being
pressed against him as they flew…

“Ginny?” Ron's voice broke through her reverie. “You okay?”

“What…oh! Yes, I'm fine.” Ginny replied quickly. She realized she had stopped in the middle
of helping her plate so that she was holding a spoonful of mash in midair. She quickly transferred
the potatoes to her plate and tried to avoid Ron's eyes. *`This can't be
happening…'* she thought and shook her head slightly. *`Really, Ginny,'* she
chastised herself, *`it was sodding Draco Malfoy…what are you think—'*

Just then, the Slytherin table broke into loud laughter. Ginny's head snapped around to see
Warrington mimicking her afternoon's ordeal while Draco looked on with a smirk. She heard
Warrington say, “What'd you save a Weasley for, anyway? There's too many of them already!”
Draco's response chilled her. “It never hurts to have someone in your debt.” His calculating
eyes met Ginny's.

Ginny rose gradually from her seat, her eyes glittering dangerously.

“Ginny?” said Ron his eyes widening at the look on her face.

She turned from the table and strode quickly from the Great Hall down the corridor and up the
stairs. Ginny heard hurried steps behind her and then Hermione's voice said quietly, “I
don't guess he'll be trying to avoid you.” Ginny wheeled around furiously. “Did you
*hear* him? He thinks I'm in his debt now! Of all the…that filthy…I mean…arghh!” Ginny
couldn't find words that would do in that moment so she kicked the castle wall.

“Careful,” drawled an amused voice behind Hermione. “Wouldn't want to damage your shoes.
Your mum and dad might have to go without a few meals to come up with the money to replace them.”
Draco leaned against the corner, his eyes on Ginny.

“At least my dad can eat his meals in his own house!” Ginny tossed back at him.

Hermione had spun round, “Would you just leave her alone? Surely you have something better to
do. Do I have to remind you that you're a prefect?”

Ginny was staring defiantly at Draco and his smoky eyes never left hers even when Hermione was
berating him. Ginny was sure she had seen those eyes narrow slightly at her insult to his father
but then thought she'd noticed a flicker of something else…

“Well, I can certainly think of some better things to do,” Draco quirked an eyebrow tauntingly
at Ginny and whatever else she thought she'd seen was gone. “Maybe some other time.” And he
turned and walked unconcernedly toward the stairs that led to the dungeon.

Ginny motioned for Hermione to follow her to the Gryffindor Common Room. When the portrait hole
had closed, Ginny asked, “Did Ron and Harry notice what went on at the Slytherin table?”

“I don't think they understood what was going on because I didn't tell them the entire
story. I kept it rather sketchy, just telling them that you had escaped from the graphorn—not how,”
Hermione said with an apologetic smile.

“No—that was brilliant. I don't want to deal with Ron's temper *and* Draco right
now.” Ginny looked around furtively. “I do need to talk with you about something. Can you come
upstairs with me so we won't be overheard?”

They went quickly to Ginny's room and closed the door. Hermione turned and raised her
eyebrows at Ginny. “Is something wrong?”

“You can't say anything to Ron or Harry…”

“I won't…what is it Ginny?” Hermione's voice was filled with concern.

Ginny was silent for a moment and found herself wanting to pace the floor but didn't.
“I'm not sure how to say this…but well…I keep…I keep remembering how it felt to have
Draco's arms around me—how it felt to be against him—his voice in my ear. It's driving me
mad.” The words tumbled out of Ginny's mouth and she sank down on the edge of her bed and
dropped her head in her hands. “I can't seem to help it.” She snuck a peek between her fingers
at Hermione.

Hermione was gaping at Ginny but quickly recovered herself and went to sit beside her. Ginny
could see that Hermione was valiantly trying to come up with some response that wouldn't
indicate the revulsion she was feeling. “Well…hmm, maybe when we're in a scary situation and
someone helps us out of it, it's…possible that it would be natural to…er, feel for that person
no matter who they are at other times.”

Ginny breathed a sigh of relief lifting her face from her hands. “Yes, that's what it is,
then. I'm sure of it. Thanks, Hermione. You're a good friend.” Ginny gave Hermione a quick
hug then looked at her watch, wanting to change the subject. “Well, I need to get to the library.
They're really pouring the homework on us this year.”

“O.W.L. year is really rough, and trust me, I haven't forgotten this soon afterwards.
You'll do fine, though. Let me know if you want any help. See you later, then.” Hermione seemed
just as relived that this conversation was over and quickly turned to make her way back down the
stairs to the common room.

Ginny gathered her books into her book bag and set out for the library. She settled down at a
corner table with her back to the room as she opened a large volume on potions. She was working on
an essay detailing several antidotes due to Snape on Monday. Several times, Ginny had the odd
feeling that someone was watching her but when she turned around the other students were busy with
their work. `*Paranoid!'* She reprimanded herself and returned to her reading. Too soon,
Madam Pince announced that the library was closing in five minutes. Ginny closed her book and
stretched her stiff muscles. She gathered her things shoving them into her bag then turned to see
that she was the last person left in the library. Ginny bade goodnight to Madame Pince in whispered
tones, walked out the library door and down the deserted corridor toward Gryffindor Tower. As she
neared one of the classroom doors, she thought she heard a sound but then shook her head at her
seemingly overactive imagination. Just as she reached the doorway, a hand shot out and grabbed her
arm jerking her into the dark classroom. Another hand clamped over her mouth before she could
scream.

“Quiet!” commanded a voice in a whisper.

*`Oh, gods!'* Ginny's mind screamed as visions of Tom Riddle and her first year
began racing wildly across her brain. *`I've got to calm down!'* she thought trying to
gather her wits and steady her breathing. Instinctively, she began reaching stealthily into her
robes with her free arm and brought her wand forward. When the hand released her mouth she quickly
whispered, “Lumos!” The tip of her wand ignited and Ginny gasped and froze as the light suddenly
revealed the angular face of Draco Malfoy. His eyes were steely and his body seemed poised to
strike. Instead, Draco's hands seized Ginny's arms and hauled her to him. His eyes locked
onto hers for a moment then Ginny felt his searing lips on her mouth. Her mind was had gone blank,
seemingly unable to take this in but then she felt her own lips begin to move heatedly against his.
Draco wound his arms around her and crushed her closer to him. Ginny's book bag and wand
dropped to the floor with a thud and a clatter and the noise of it had her jerking away from
him.

She and Draco stared at each other for a moment, their breathing ragged, then Ginny grabbed the
front of his robes and yanked him back crushing her lips to his. Draco slid his hands in her hair
and dragged her head back to deepen the angle of the kiss. He groaned and feasted on her mouth like
a man starving. Ginny returned his kisses feverishly as her hands roamed the hard planes of his
back. “Draco…” she moaned against his lips and at this, something in her mind snapped back into
place. *`Draco!'* She gasped and eyes wide, stepped back. Looking into Draco's face,
she saw his lips quirk almost into a smile.

“Well,” he said softly, gazing back at Ginny, “who would've thought it?”
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3. Vulnerable
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**Chapter 3 Vulnerable**

Eyes wide, Ginny slowly backed away from Draco, her hand rising of its own accord, her fingers
coming to rest on her swollen lips. His eyes followed hers, his expression unreadable. Ginny turned
quickly and tore out of the classroom and down the corridor to the portrait hole. Once through, she
sprinted through the common room avoiding the eyes of the other students and up the stairs to her
dorm room.

“Hey, where’s the fire?” called Ron laughing.

Ginny was grateful that none of her roommates were there. She threw herself onto her bed and
almost tore down the hangings in her haste to close them. Grabbing her pillow, she buried her face
and stifled the wail that had been sliding painfully up her throat.

Just then she heard a tentative, “Ginny?” Hermione’s steps came closer and in a low voice she
asked, “Ginny, what’s going on?”

Ginny pulled a curtain back and allowed Hermione to clamber in. Seeing Ginny’s tears, Hermione
reached in her pocket and handed over some tissues.

“Thanks,” muttered Ginny wiping her eyes.

“Ginny, what’s happened?” Hermione asked softly.

Ginny was silent for a moment trying to compose herself then began quietly, “Would you believe
it if I told you that five minutes ago,” she paused, drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her
arms around them, “I was in a dark classroom kissing Draco Malfoy like I have never kissed anyone
before?”

Hermione’s jaw dropped then she gasped. *“You what?”*

“Yeah,” said Ginny with a sardonic laugh. “Well, it’s the truth. And the worst part of it is,”
she lowered her eyes, resting her forehead on her knees, “I liked it...oh, what am I going to
*do*?”

“What…how did this happen?” Hermione asked faintly, her voice taking on a mixture of shock and
concern.

Lifting her head, Ginny told Hermione about leaving the library and being grabbed from the hall.
“It was horrible at first, all these visions of Tom Riddle running through my mind but then I saw
his face and he just hauled me to him and…we went from there.”

Hermione sighed heavily. “Ginny…this is *Draco Malfoy*. Remember what you heard him say at
dinner tonight? Remember who his father is—where he is…why he’s there?”

“*I know…I know..*.” Ginny moaned as she rested her head on her knees again for a bit then
looked up imploringly at Hermione. “I don’t know what to think right now.”

“*Please* be careful, Ginny,” Hermione looked very distressed. “Draco never does anything
that isn’t in his own interest.”

“I realize that, Hermione, and I know this looks like something I should run screaming from. But
there was something different about him this afternoon before he realized we had an audience. I’m
not ready to just dismiss it yet.”

“But, Ginny, even if he was different when he was by himself—and I really think it was an
aberration of some sort—his friends are with him most of the time. He’s hardly ever without Crabbe
and Goyle. You know that.”

“I know you’re right,” said Ginny miserably. “But I have to find out what’s really going on here
before I can just leave it.”

“But, Ginny, what about Harry? Do you still have feelings for him?” Hermione said, closely
watching Ginny’s eyes.

“No…I had the biggest crush on The Boy Who Lived for a long time before I even knew him…but I
don’t really feel the same way about ‘Harry, My Friend’. And certainly not like I felt with
Draco.”

“So what did you feel when you were with him?”

“Hmm…it felt like I had live wires draped over my body while standing in the rain.”

“Well…” sighed Hermione shaking her head. “Please just be *careful*, Ginny. I don’t like
this at all. His awful father almost caused your death and Draco seems cut from the same cloth
given all his previous behavior.”

“I will. And please don’t let Ron or Harry know about this—at least until I figure out what’s
really going on. Thanks, Hermione—I don’t know what I would’ve done without you today.”

“I’m not at all comfortable with this, Ginny—in fact I’m quite worried. But I’m here if you need
me and even if you don’t.” Hermione reached out and gave her a quick hug.

“Oh no!” Ginny gasped suddenly and jumped up breaking Hermione’s embrace. “I left my book bag
and my wand down in that classroom! I’ve got to go and get them—I hope Draco hasn’t taken
them!”

She jumped up, sprinted down the stairs and hurried out the portrait hole.

“Oi! Ginny! Training for a marathon?” called Ron to her disappearing back and shook his head.
“What is *with* her tonight?”

Ginny ran back to the classroom but her bag and wand weren’t there.

She walked dejectedly back to the common room. Ginny gave a tiny shake of her head at Hermione’s
questioning look. Hermione gave a tiny frown in response.

*‘Does Draco have my things? What’s he going to do with them? How will I get them from him
without people seeing?’* Ginny’s worried thoughts carried her upstairs and to bed.

*****

The next morning, Ginny awoke with a start at the sound of a tapping on the window near her bed.
Pulling back the hangings, she saw a large unfamiliar owl perched on the windowsill looking
expectantly at her. Ginny opened the window and the bird flew to her bed carrying a parcel. She
untied it and whispered, “Thank you!” to the owl, giving it a stroke on its head just before it
flew back out the window. Opening the package, she found her book bag and wand along with something
wrapped in brown paper. She opened the smaller package and found some willow bark and a note.
*Heard you needed this. - D*

Ginny sighed with relief hugging them to herself then smiled and shook her head wonderingly at
the bark. She didn’t know what to think and she suddenly shivered at the thought of another boy who
had been so nice to her in her first year. Nice at first, that was. Ginny’s heart began to pound
and her breathing came faster and faster as awful memories of his betrayal began to seep through
her mind. Her blood ran cold as the familiar dizziness started to build and she quickly wrapped the
paper back around the bark and shoved it into her trunk. She felt greasy tendrils of nausea
slipping up from her stomach and walked over to the still-open window to take some deep breaths of
chilly morning air.

She hated these episodes but she took solace in the fact that it hadn’t happened like this for a
long time. Speaking to Harry about being possessed at Grimmauld Place last Christmas was the first
time Ginny had spoken of her horrible experience in years—well, since it had happened, really. She
stood quietly for a while, calming herself by watching the sunlight creep over the mountains. After
a bit, she closed the window and dressed quietly trying not to wake the rest of the room then went
to breakfast. Finding a seat beside Neville, Ginny got a few pieces of toast and some pumpkin
juice.

“Good morning,” said Neville brightly.

“How are you?” inquired Ginny smiling back wanly.

“Pretty well—looks to be a nice day”

“It does, doesn’t it? That’ll be nice for Quidditch practice later.” Ginny wished she had chosen
a seat away from everyone else. She liked Neville just fine but she just wasn’t in the mood to chat
inanely about things at the moment.

“Yes, I’m going to the greenhouses later—want to come and see what I’ve been working on?”
Neville asked hesitantly, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Er, I’ve got a nasty potions essay I’ve got to finish before class tomorrow and with practice
this afternoon, I’ll probably have to come some other time.” Ginny responded, working hard not to
let her mood show. “But thanks for asking.”

“Yeah, too bad weekends aren’t three days instead of two,” said Neville a little
disappointedly.

“Hello,” said Ron as he plunked down in his seat. “I’m famished!” Ron heaped his plate with eggs
and bacon.

*‘Thank God for diversions!’* Ginny thought, relaxing a bit.

“Morning,” said Hermione.

Harry sat across from Ginny. “Sleep well?”

“Mmhmm, how about you?”

“Pretty well, thanks.”

“Ready for practice later?” Harry smiled as he helped himself to some kippers.

“More than,” Ginny returned his smile and thought, *‘Oh, well, so much for avoiding inane
chatter.’* At least she was beginning to feel a little better.

“Yeah,” said Ron, “And Slytherin’s our next match this coming Saturday. I’ve got some strategies
in mind that need practicing today. I hope this weather holds.”

“I thought they were playing Hufflepuff, not us, Captain,” Ginny raised her eyebrows as her
stomach fell. ‘*Oh, great…this is the last thing I need…’*

“They were, but the schedule has been changed as two of Hufflepuff’s chasers were injured in a
collision during practice last week.” Ron shrugged.

Just then a rather large and noisy group sat down at the Slytherin table.

“Speak of the devil…” Ron smirked, “There he is…he and his pet dog.” Draco had just walked in
with a simpering Pansy Parkinson hanging on his arm. His eyes met Ginny’s for a brief second and
his lips quirked into a knowing smile.

Ginny turned her attention back to her plate, her eyes narrowing.

“Everything all right, Ginny?” asked Harry looking from her to Malfoy and back.

“Yes,” she replied resolutely and straightened her shoulders. “Just imagining another Gryffindor
victory over Slytherin.”



4. Hidden
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**A/N:** I’ll be out of town ‘til Wednesday and won’t be able to post until then. See you in
a few days. Thanks for reading!

**Chapter 4 Hidden**

Saturday morning Ginny opened her eyes to rain steadily pelting the windows.

“Gah!” she said under her breath. “Bloody weather!”

Today was the day that Gryffindor would meet Slytherin on the pitch this year. In years past,
they had been able to scrap out wins most of the time, usually owing to Harry’s seeking ability.
Slytherin’s team had a stronger reputation this year and Ginny knew that it would require a full
team effort if they wanted to win this one. Hopefully, they could avoid any nasty scenes today like
the ones that had occurred in the past after matches with the Slytherins. She wasn’t looking
forward to playing against Draco. She had mostly managed to avoid him this past week after seeing
him with that foul Pansy Parkinson.

Realizing she had overslept a bit, Ginny got up and dressed quickly hoping to eat breakfast with
her teammates. She hurried down to the Great Hall and spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione along with
Lavender, Seamus, Dean and Colin.

“Sorry I’m a little late,” apologized Ginny.

“S‘alright. Sit down and get some breakfast,” Ron motioned with his hand. “I was just going over
the strategies we’ve been practicing for today’s match. I think we’re well set but let’s make sure
our plans are clear. Visualize yourselves flying the patterns and playing your best,” he directed
them.

Ginny smiled at him. Ron was doing really well as Gryffindor’s Quidditch captain. His ideas for
the team had been insightful and they were becoming an even stronger team under his guidance. Ron
had used colors to name their strategies so that their opposing teams wouldn’t have any idea what
to expect as he called plays for Gryffindor during matches.

“*What*?” Ron knitted his eyebrows at Ginny’s lingering smile.

“Nothing…just glad to be here,” she replied grinning at him.

Ron rolled his eyes. “Alright, then…we’ve got about ten minutes ‘til we need to head out.
Everyone relax for a bit more and then we’ll go.”

Ginny finished her food just as everyone was getting up from the table. Luna wandered over to
wish the Gryffindor Team good luck.

“Where’s your lion hat?” Ron asked with a smirk. Ginny shot him a quelling look and he pulled a
face back at her.

“Well, it was really too heavy and uncomfortable last time I wore it so I left it at home this
year,” she responded dreamily not seeming to notice Ron and Ginny’s exchange. “I’ll still be
cheering for Gryffindor, though. Good luck, Ronald.” And Luna drifted back to the Ravenclaw table
humming ‘Weasley Is Our King’.”

Ron shook his head at Luna’s retreating form. “She’s a nutter, that one is.”

“She is not!” Ginny responded hotly, banging down her fork.

“Yeah, right, and I suppose everyone else acts just like her,” Ron retorted as he kept
eating.

“Ron,” Harry interjected quietly, “there are things about Luna you don’t know. Yes, she’s
different but she sees things others don’t see.”

“Yeah, Thestrals!” Ron said but then blanched as he realized his mistake. “Sorry, Harry—I didn’t
mean it like that…”

Harry shook his head irritatedly. “Ron, did you ever wonder *why* Luna can see Thestrals?
You might want to look a little below the surface before you make up your mind about her.”

Ron nodded, subdued. “Sorry.”

“Look, Ron, neither of us is the most sensitive of guys. Just give Luna a chance, okay?” Harry
looked at his watch. “We need to get going really soon, Captain—I think the Slytherins have already
left.”

Ron looked across the hall and saw that the other team had indeed gone. He got up quickly. “All
right, Gryffindor, let’s go.” The team members got up and began to make their way out of the Great
Hall.

“Good luck, everyone!” said Hermione.

Ginny noted Hermione giving Harry’s hand a quick squeeze and exchanging a not-so-friends-only
look as they left. Ginny caught Hermione’s eye and smiled as she raised an eyebrow in silent
question. Hermione returned a small smile and headed back to Gryffindor’s tower to grab her
jacket.

‘*Hmm…Hermione has some explaining to do.’* Ginny smiled to herself.

Almost an hour later, the two teams slogged out onto the muddy pitch and waited for Madam
Hooch’s instructions. Fortunately, the rain clouds from earlier had broken and pale sunlight was
beginning to wash over the grounds. The teams faced each other. Draco fixed a mocking stare on
Ginny, which she met with disdain. Madam Hooch required the usual handshake of the captains and
then, “Mount your brooms!” A shrill whistle sounded and the teams soared upward following the four
balls that had just been released.

Ginny, Lavender and Colin raced after the Quaffle while Dean and Seamus kept watch for the
Bludgers. Lavender caught the Quaffle and raced toward the three Slytherin goal hoops. She had
almost made it when a Slytherin chaser blocked her. She quickly hurled the Quaffle to Ginny who
promptly launched it through the right hoop for a Gryffindor goal. The Slytherins hissed and booed
but the rest of the stadium erupted in cheers and clapping. *“Go, go Gryffindor! Go, go
Gryffindor!”*

“And the first goal goes to Gryffindor! That was Ginny Weasley earning those ten points!” yelled
Ernie MacMillan. He had taken over Lee Jordan’s announcing job as Lee had graduated last year.
Ernie was clearly enjoying his responsibilities in the limelight.

Ginny skidded her broom back around to catch up with the Slytherin chaser. She rolled over to
avoid a Bludger that Crabbe had smashed at her and tore down the field in hot pursuit.

“And its Warrington with the Quaffle working his way to the Gryffindor goal!” shouted Ernie.

Ginny saw Ron set himself determinedly to defend the hoops. Just then, Lavender swerved directly
in front of Warrington and he dropped the Quaffle. Colin, who had proven to be a better chaser than
anyone expected, was right there to seize the red ball. He burst down the field dodging a Slytherin
chaser and heaved it through the center hoop.

“Another ten points for Gryffindor! Colin Creevy earning the goal that time!” The chants and
cheers from the stands grew louder.

“Way to go, Collin!” Ginny yelled to him as she punched the air.

Just then she heard another Bludger zoom by her head. She shot a look at Crabbe who was
maliciously grinning as he pointed at her. ‘*Fine!’* Thought Ginny. ‘*Let him try!’*
Sending a reproachful glare at Seamus (who mouthed “*Sorry!”)* she flew off down the field as
a Slytherin chaser was heading toward Gryffindor’s hoops. Just then she heard a gasp from the crowd
and wondered if Harry was diving after the snitch. A disappointed sigh from the crowd let her know
that the snitch was still loose.

“And Slytherin scores their first goal!”

Cheers and clapping were heard from the Slytherins and groans of dismay came most everyone
else.

“Come on!” shouted Ron to his team. “Gold!”

He hurled the Quaffle out to Ginny who nodded just before she spun round and rocketed down the
field with it. She saw Lavender swing fast out to the right as Colin soared up a bit and to the
left setting up for Ginny’s pass at the end. Warrington was flying too close to her, bumping her
and she tucked the Quaffle more securely in the crook of her arm. Ginny gathered herself to make
the pass to Colin. Just then she heard the crowd react excitedly and knew that the seekers were
probably pursuing the snitch again.

Ginny kept flying full out toward the Slytherin goals. Strangely, Warrington pulled away from
her suddenly at midfield as the crowd gasped. ‘*Why are they…?’’* To her right, Ginny saw a
green blur swoop down beside her and then *Crack!* The Slytherin player next to her was
leaning over his broom a look of intense pain on his face as he held on to his broom with his left
hand. She saw his right arm clutching his ribs and could hear the crowd making anxious noises.

“Draco!” Ginny dropped the Quaffle and reached out to him as they continued to fly.

“Don’t touch me!” he yelled back through gritted teeth.

“Draco Malfoy has just been on the receiving end of a Bludger sent by his own teammate! He looks
to be injured! I hope he can make it to the ground alright!” Ernie’s magnified voice gasped.

Ginny saw him aim his broom towards the pitch and rode down with him. She saw that he was going
too fast and watched helplessly as he hit the ground with a nasty thud and his body was thrown from
his broom to the turf. He laid completely still, his face white and his arm at an odd angle. Ginny
quickly landed and ran to him, throwing herself to the ground beside him.

“*Draco*—” she began but was then shoved roughly aside by some other Slytherins.

“Sod off, Weasley!” said Crabbe angrily.

Ginny backed up a few feet but continued to watch as Madam Hooch descended to the group of
Slytherins now surrounding Draco who appeared to be unconscious. Professor Snape was also hurriedly
making his way to the Slytherin team from the stands.

“Looks like he’s out cold and his arm is broken—compound fracture—broken ribs, too,” said Madam
Hooch shaking her head as she examined him. “At least the pitch was soft from all the rain or he’d
be even worse off!”

“Nice work, Crabbe!” Warrington flung at his beater with an ugly look.

“We need to get this boy to the hospital wing!” Madam Hooch said tersely. She conjured a
stretcher, which Draco was placed upon, and asked Snape to take accompany him to Madam Pomfrey.

Crabbe turned on Ginny furiously. “That Bludger was meant for you, weasel! Just wait. You’ll get
yours.” He stumped off angrily.

Ginny barely registered what Crabbe had said. She was standing watching miserably as Snape and
the stretcher bearing Draco made their way across the grounds to the castle.

“Come on, Ginny, let’s go back to the changing room,” Ron gently guided his sister.

“What do you mean?” Ginny looked confusedly at Ron. “The match isn’t over yet.”

“Well, Harry caught the snitch just before Malfoy got hit by the Bludger, so it is. Can’t figure
out what Malfoy was doing out of position like that…”

They reached the changing room where the rest of the team was removing their team robes and
putting them up for cleaning.

“It was the strangest thing,” Harry was recounting to Dean and Seamus, shaking his head, his
eyebrows knit. “We saw the snitch at the same time. He and I were neck and neck as usual, fighting
to reach the snitch and suddenly, *he just dove*. I was able to reach the snitch easily
seconds after that. What was he *thinking*?”

Ginny turned and rushed out the changing room door. She leaned against an outside wall, tears
streaming. Hermione was waiting for her. She put an arm around Ginny and they walked back to the
castle in silence.



5. Revealed
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**A/N:** I'm back but will be out of town again on Friday. Sorry this chapter is a bit
short but I hope you'll like it anyway. I will post again tomorrow and hopefully get back in
time to post Friday.

**Chapter 5 Revealed**

“Harry, would you mind if I borrowed your invisibility cloak?” Ginny whispered hesitantly as the
group sat in the common room after dinner.

“What d'you need it for?” Harry turned to her.

“I'd rather not say if you don't mind,” she replied not quite meeting his eyes.

“It's okay—just please take good care of it. It was my dad's and…well, you know.”

“Thanks, Harry.” Relieved, Ginny gave him a quick hug. “I promise I'll take care of it. I
know how important it is to you.”

Ginny gave Harry her book bag and he ran upstairs to put the cloak in it. He soon brought her
bag back down the stairs and handed it to her.

“Thanks, again!” Ginny whispered fervently. “I'll have it back to you in the morning.”

Hours later, Ginny stole out of her bed in the moonlight and retrieved the cloak from her bag.
She slipped quietly down the stairs. The common room was empty and Ginny stopped behind the
portrait hole to swirl the invisibility cloak around her. She pushed the portrait open as a
sleep-filled voice mumbled, “Who's there?”

Ginny quietly made her way through the opening and down the corridor. She climbed the steps
leading to the infirmary and stopped midway up to listen for any noise. All was quiet but then she
nearly jumped out of her skin as a clock loudly struck once. Ginny reached the infirmary door and
opened it slowly, grimacing as it squeaked a bit. She slipped through the narrow opening then stood
quietly and scanned the beds. In the last bed by the window, she glimpsed pale hair shining in the
moonlight. Ginny made her way softly down to the sleeping boy. Madam Pomfrey had mended Draco's
arm and ribs but his face was still pale and he still had a knot on his forehead where he had hit
the ground. For a long moment she gazed down at him then her hand reached out reflexively from
under the cloak to smooth back some strands of hair that had wandered across his cheek. The moment
she touched him, Draco's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, his silvery eyes now open and
narrowed.

“Who are you?” he demanded in a whisper his head rising off the pillow, his body tense. Then
grimacing, he let his head fall back on his pillow but still kept a firm hold on Ginny's
wrist.

Ginny silently removed the cloak and looked down apprehensively at Draco. “I didn't mean to
wake you. I'm so sorr—”

“What are you doing here and where did you get that *cloak*?” Draco interrupted.

“I borrowed it from a friend,” Ginny answered shakily in a low voice. She added hesitantly, “I
just wanted to…to see you.”

“What for?” Draco's eyes remained unreadable and he still gripped her wrist.

“Well, I…I think you took that Bludger for me this afternoon.”

“And why would I do that?”

“I…I don't know…” stammered Ginny locked in his gaze.

Draco searched her eyes in silence and then:

“*Don't you*?” he mocked gruffly and still holding her wrist, he suddenly pulled Ginny
down so that her face was barely inches above his. She saw the challenge in his gray eyes. And,
after a long moment, she met it by touching her lips to his tenderly. Draco seemed briefly stunned
by her gentleness but then returned her lips' caresses. Ginny felt his body relax a bit.
Draco's hand let go of her wrist and then both his hands cupped her face. Slowly his hands
roamed from her face through her hair and down her back pressing her hungrily to him. When their
kisses had ended, tentative smiles grew on both their faces.

Draco slid his body over on the sheets and Ginny eased in beside him then hovered over him
dipping her lips back to his. He returned her kisses softly, pulling her closer. Ginny felt
Draco's mouth open and his tongue stroked her lips, tasting her. One of his hands wound its way
into her hair again. She opened her mouth to him and reveled in the sensations this brought. They
finally pulled apart and both of them eased onto their sides facing each other. Ginny traced the
lines of his face with her fingers and looked hopefully into his eyes. Gone was the wariness. But
in its place was a look of sadness so deep that Ginny wove her arms around him and slid her face
close to his.

“Draco…what…” Ginny began to whisper her concerned eyes searching his.

Draco pulled her tightly to him and their legs tangled. “No questions…just stay with me for a
while… please.”

Ginny nodded and closed her eyes. So many thoughts were tearing through her head. Draco Malfoy.
She was with *Draco Malfoy*. But not the Draco Malfoy she was used to, at least she hoped not.
A little voice inside her head whispered, *`This isn't right…you're being used
again…'* Feeling her heart begin to pound, Ginny answered it, *`I know I might be, but
something feels differently about this…I have to know for sure. I may be sorry in the end but I
have to know.*' She opened her eyes and gazed into the ones looking at her that shone silver
in the moonlight and shivered.

“Cold?” He whispered running his hands up and down her back.

“No…this scares the hell out of me,” she whispered back after calming herself a bit.

“That's probably a very smart reaction,” Draco returned wryly looking over Ginny's head
and out the window at the moon. “We need to talk…but not tonight. Let's just be here…”

Ginny nodded and tried to relax in Draco's arms.

Draco turned his face tiredly to Ginny's and slowly kissed her forehead, then her eyes and
quietly rested his lips on hers as he closed his eyes.

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6. Fragile
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A/N: I've laughed as several people have expressed surprise that Crabbe could talk, knows
that many words, etc. Let's just say I've given him some extra I.Q. points as a gift…;)

**Chapter 6 Fragile**

Ginny awoke to a clock striking four times in the distance. `*Where am I?'* she thought
but then gave a small gasp as she saw Draco's face next to hers. Ginny smiled as she remembered
what had happened earlier. Knowing she had better get back before she was found, she reluctantly
slid from Draco's arms and heard him make a small noise of protest in his sleep. She sat up
gingerly then groped on the floor for the invisibility cloak and gathered it up. Wrapping it
partially around herself, Ginny took a quick look at Draco who was still sleeping. She pressed a
kiss to his cheek and he stirred but didn't wake. Covering herself fully with the cloak, Ginny
slipped out the door and made her way back down to the portrait hole. The Fat Lady was snoring
loudly. “Courage!” Ginny said as loudly as she dared.

“What? Who's that?” But the portrait hole swung open and Ginny stepped through quickly into
the common room as the entrance closed behind her.

Taking the cloak off, she folded it and carried it to her room. Quietly so as not to wake her
roommates, she put it carefully back in her book bag and climbed into her bed.

Sunday morning, Ginny awoke to Hermione gently shaking her shoulder.

“Its almost noon. Are you feeling alright?” Hermione's eyes were full of concern.

“I'm feeling very well, thank you,” smiled Ginny sleepily and she scooted over and patted
the side of the bed. Hermione plopped down eyeing the clothes that Ginny had slept in.

“Harry told me that you borrowed his cloak last night and were mysterious about why you needed
it. Want to `fess up about what you were doing?” Hermione teased.

“Hmm…maybe later,” hedged Ginny, not willing to share her night with anyone else yet.

Hermione quirked an eyebrow. “Well…whenever you're ready then. Get up and come with us to
lunch.”

“Okay, but you guys go on ahead. Would you mind taking the cloak back to Harry?” Ginny handed
Hermione her bag with the cloak in it. “I'll be there in a few ticks and I'll get my bag
back later, if that's okay.”

Ginny got out of bed, quickly changed her clothes and put her hair up. She sailed down the
stairs and to the Great Hall. Spotting her friends, Ginny waved as she headed toward a seat beside
Ron.

“Weasley!” Ginny froze then turned to look in the direction of the voice. Her eyes met
Crabbe's. “Don't forget!” He pointed at her and smiled maliciously.

The Slytherin table erupted in laughter. To Ginny's surprise, her gaze met Draco's
smirking eyes. Pansy's hand was joined with his and her other hand rubbed possessively up and
down his arm. Ginny's eyes flashed dangerously.

“What's going on here?” demanded Ron loudly as he and Harry came to stand on either side of
Ginny.

Ginny put a hand on each of their arms and, looking directly at Draco, and said in a steady
voice, “Nothing. Nothing at all.” Then, tugging on Ron and Harry' sleeves, she said quietly,
“Come on let's go sit down.”

Ginny had to tug Ron's arm a second time before he would follow her and he cast a nasty look
over his shoulder at the Slytherin table as the three walked to their places at the Gryffindor
table. Hermione caught Ginny's eye and sent a distressed look. Ginny gave a small shake of her
head and spooned a little food on her plate. Ron leaned over.

“Are you alright?” He asked in a low voice.

Ginny nodded. “Thanks.”

“What was that about?”

“Could we just…leave it for now?” Ginny's eyes pleaded with his.

“Sure…” Ron replied perplexedly. “Let me know if you need help with…whatever.”

Ginny nodded and smiled at him then changed the subject. “I really need to go to the library
this afternoon and catch up on some of my homework.”

“Me, too,” echoed Hermione and Harry.

“Oh, all right,” grumbled Ron rolling his eyes.

It had been a long afternoon and the four were sitting at a corner table in the library with
books stacked all around them. Hermione was almost hidden by her stack as she concentrated on
translating runes. Harry was studying Blocking Curses the Old-Fashioned Way and Ron was twirling
his quill in his fingers, looking longingly out the window at the nice day he was missing. Ginny
had some potions books open to various places around her as she wrote explaining the steps of the
physical changes that take place when Polyjuice Potion is used and what can go wrong when taken
improperly. Ron looked over at her paper and snickered.

“You ought to ask Hermione about that last part,” he teased and then was shushed by Madam
Pince.

Hermione scowled at him.

Ginny tilted her head and raised her eyebrows at Hermione then shrugged when she got no
response, trying not to be bothered by the fact that her brother and his friends had secrets that
she'd never know. Secrets that sometimes made her feel excluded.

The group heard a tapping noise and looked up to see an owl staring at them expectantly. Ron
ducked to the window and opened it. The owl held out his leg and Ron untied the attached note.
“Thanks,” he told the owl and it flew off.

Ron crept back to the table and handed the note to Ginny.

“This has your name on it,” he looked at her curiously.

Ginny took the note and unfolded it. *Astronomy Tower. Eight tonight.*

The others looked at her expectantly.

“Just a joke Luna and I are playing,” she said feebly.

“What does it say?” persisted Ron.

“Just silly girl stuff,” Ginny glanced at Hermione who met her eyes with awareness.

Hermione stretched. “I think we need a break and it's getting close to dinner time.”

Ron heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness, I was about to die—I mean, three and a half
hours!” Ginny silently thanked Hermione for diverting her brother's attention from the
note.

“I've just got another few lines and I'll be finished—can you hang on just a few
moments?” Harry said writing quickly.

They waited for Harry then went to Gryffindor Tower to drop off their homework and met back in
the Common Room for dinner.

When they walked into the Great Hall, they spotted Neville, Seamus and Dean already seated and
went over to join them.

“Hey, where have you guys been all day?” Dean greeted them.

“In the library—what a waste of a day,” moaned Ron.

“You'll live and be a better man for it,” teased Ginny, passing him the mash.

A certain gang of Slytherins walked in just then making their presence known. Ginny refused to
look. *Let him wonder whether he'll see me tonight after that little scene this morning.*
She went on eating and laughing with her friends.

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7. Resolute
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**Chapter 7 Resolute**

Ginny excused herself from the table before everyone was finished saying that she had some more
homework she needed to complete before classes tomorrow. She made her way back to her room and
began preparing for her meeting with Draco. Ginny chose a light blue jumper and pulled it on along
with some jeans. `*I'm lucky being the only Weasley girl,'* she thought. `*My
clothes may not be the best but at least they haven't been worn by six other
people.'*

Ginny brushed through her hair and added some gloss to her lips. She also sprayed a bit of
perfume into the air and walked through the scented mist. Ginny surveyed herself in the mirror and
thought, `*All right, then.'* She turned and went down to the portrait hole hoping not to
meet anyone on her way to the Astronomy Tower.

Luck was with her and she took the stairs up to the tower slowly. Ginny opened the door, which
creaked ever so slightly, then closed it behind her. In the far corner, she saw Draco silhouetted
against the night sky as he leaned on the wall looking over the grounds. Ginny stopped several feet
away from him.

“I didn't know if you would come or not.” Draco said with his back still to her.

“After what I saw at lunch, I was surprised you asked me here.”

“Really.”

“Yes, *really*,” Ginny tossed back at him. “What would *you* think if you saw me
taunting you with my friends while some other boy pawed my arm? Do you expect me to believe that
last night meant anything to you after what happened—what I saw at lunch?”

Draco turned his head slowly to look at her. Ginny couldn't make out his expression in the
darkness but suddenly wanted to step back.

“Ginny, have you ever thought what would happen if my friends found out about…us?” Draco's
voice was controlled for the moment and he slowly closed the gap between them. “I mean
*really* think about it. Do you remember the fight in the ministry last year? Have you
forgotten where my father takes his meals now and why?”

Ginny went with her instincts and took several steps back but Draco stalked even closer, his
eyes piercing hers.

“Have you forgotten the Chamber of Secrets?” Draco threw at her, his voice growing rough and
rising. “Have you forgotten who was responsible for you almost *dying* in that hole? What do
you think Lucius Malfoy's response would be to our relationship? `*Oh, lovely, my son has
found the girl of his dreams!'…*Please!*”*

Draco turned away and began to pace. “Do you know how much danger you're in if you're
seen with me like this?” he said almost desolately. “You don't know my `friends' and family
like I do. They'll sell you out with a wink if they think it'll increase their standing in
Voldemort's circle. My mother and I are just trying to survive in that world.”

Ginny couldn't stand it anymore. She walked forward tentatively and wrapped Draco in her
arms. “Draco…I'm sorry but I don't know how to trust you—”

“Good, because I won't promise you anything and there's nothing to trust.”

Ginny was silent, taken aback by the harshness of Draco's words.

“For years I've watched you…I never thought that there was *any* way…I've put your
life in danger because I showed my feelings to you,” Draco said brokenly. He shifted his hands to
Ginny's arms and pulled them from around him as he stepped back, his eyes not meeting
Ginny's. “This can't go any farther. I shouldn't have ever let it get to this
point—I'm sorry…please forgive me.”

“No.”

Draco's head snapped up. “What do you mean, `No'?”

“I mean, *No!*” Ginny tossed back. “I'll not allow you to make this decision on your
own. I *will* have a say in this and *I* don't want this to end.” After a moment,
Ginny added hesitantly, “I think I heard you say that you have feelings for me…is that true?”

“I shouldn't have said that.”

“I don't *care* what you should or shouldn't have said! Is it *true*?”

“Yes…” Draco whispered wretchedly. “Merlin help us…yes.”

Ginny wrapped her arms back around him and held on. Her world was spinning a little faster than
she could maintain a balance for. “How long have you…felt this way?”

“I don't really know when I realized it.” Draco pulled back a bit and sought her eyes with
his. “Can you possibly have feelings like that for me?”

After a long moment, Ginny answered, “I don't know…I'm sure that I want to be with you
but I'm not sure about anything beyond that right now. This has happened so quickly and,
frankly, I've been dangling between hating you and…wanting you.”

“I'm sorry I've had to put you through all the nasty behavior from my friends and me. I
know how it must have looked to you—especially Pansy.”

“So what about Pansy?” Ginny raised her eyebrows. “Next to Crabbe and Goyle, she's with you
the most.”

“Well…” Draco glanced away considering then sighed, “Pansy and I have been promised to each
other by our families…”

“What!” Ginny gaped.

“Its something most of Voldemort's circle do in secret… trying to keep the bloodlines
pure...and to maintain power. My mum was promised to my dad. It's an ongoing prison sentence
for her.”

Ginny continued to stare at Draco.

“Ginny, my feelings for Pansy mostly amount to disgust. But, unfortunately, she's aware of
the promise and sees me as…`hers'.”

Ginny shook her head as if to clear it then looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Is there
anything else I should know?”

“I just want you to fully realize the dangers of being with me. As you've already
experienced, my father wouldn't hesitate to have you killed if he thought it would serve his
purposes. My friends wouldn't have any qualms about exposing our relationship to the wrong
people if they thought it would improve their family's status with Voldemort while taking mine
down a peg or two. I'm not sure I could live with myself if anything happened to you because of
me…”

Ginny's eyes remained steadily on Draco's. “Do any of your friends know about us?”

“I don't think so, although sometimes I wonder if some don't suspect something after
what happened at the match yesterday. Crabbe has been goading me just a bit about it. Do any of
your friends know?”

“Hermione knows about the classroom and the Bludger, but nothing else. I think I can convince
her we were just a passing fancy.”

“What do you think your family and friends would do if they found out?”

Ginny took her time replying. “I don't really know the answer to that—well, I can guess how
Ron would react.” Ginny's mouth quirked into a strained smile. “But in my family, we've
always been there for each other no matter what…well, except Percy…so I hope that they would be
open to us, but I just don't know. I think my parents, especially my father, would go ballistic
at first but then hopefully calm down after we talked.”

“Well, that's something, then,” Draco responded half-heartedly. “I feel like saying,
`Welcome to my nightmare; glad you could make it'.”

At that, Ginny pressed her lips against his and felt his respond fiercely.

“Well, that didn't seem like too much of a nightmare,” Ginny smiled when the kiss had
ended.

“Are you sure…?”

“Yes.”

Draco's eyes were shaded with anxiety. “I'll do everything I can to protect you but
we're going to have to be very careful. I'll probably have to go on acting like I have been
with my friends and Pansy.”

“I understand.”

“Ginny, are you *sure*…”

“Yes, Draco, this is what I want. I'm frightened but this is worth that to me.”

“Thank you,” Draco breathed, resting his forehead on Ginny's.

Ginny responded by tenderly placing her lips on his. Draco pulled her close to him and drank her
in.

Just then, a streak of light sliced through darkness as the tower door creaked open.

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8. Defended
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**Chapter 8 Defended**

Draco shoved Ginny roughly aside and drew his wand as the narrow shaft of light beamed on them
through the opening. No one appeared to be in the doorway but then they heard a muffled gasp as a
voice yelled, “Get your filthy hands off her!”

“*No*, Harry!” Ginny heard Hermione's voice shrill at Harry as their invisibility cloak
dropped from around them. Harry had drawn his wand and Ginny quickly tried to step between Draco
and him. “No!” Draco hissed, shoving her roughly behind him.

“I'm sorry, Ginny!” Hermione said distraughtly. “Harry, *don't!*”

“Close the door,” Draco ordered in a low, menacing voice, his wand trained on Harry.

Hermione turned, quickly closed the door and pointing her wand said, “*Colloportus!”*

“Get away from her, Malfoy!” Harry growled; his wand still aimed at Draco.

Ginny tried once again to step in between Draco and Harry but Draco seemed to have anticipated
this and held her firmly in place behind him with his free hand. “I said, *no*…” Draco hissed
to Ginny through his gritted teeth but then turned his attention back to Harry.

“This isn't what you're thinking, Potter,” Draco said softly, his narrowed eyes on
Harry's.

“Both of you put your wands down now,” Ginny said firmly.

“Please, Harry,” pleaded Hermione.

Harry narrowed his eyes at Ginny as he lowered his wand to his side and Draco followed suit.
“What's going on here?”

Ginny took a deep breath and stepped forward to stand beside Draco. “Harry, I'm here because
I want to be,”

Harry's eyes widened as his jaw dropped. After a moment, he found his voice. “Ginny,” he
said horrified, “you and…*Malfoy*?” Harry seemed unable to finish the sentence.

“Yes.”

“But…*Draco Malfoy*…”

“I think she *knows* my name, Potter,” Draco said on a low growl.

Harry rounded on Hermione. “Did *you* know about this?”

“Some, but obviously not about their meeting at here tonight,” Hermione looked apologetically at
Ginny, “or I would have steered us to another place.”

“Hermione!” Harry glared at her.

“Well, well,” Draco snorted. “Looks like there are plenty of secrets coming out tonight.”

“And that's what this has to stay,” Ginny said leveling a look at Harry then Hermione. “A
secret. Can we trust you with this?”

“Ginny, do you realize the position you're putting yourself in?” Harry asked increduously.
“Don't you realize the danger you could be in if the wrong people found out about this?”

“Yes, I do and it's really not too different from the situation Hermione has chosen with
you, is it? I mean, at least people aren't actively trying to kill Draco.”

“With the exception of Potter and your brother…” Draco muttered.

Ginny swiftly elbowed him in the arm.

“Was that really necessary?” Draco said through his teeth surreptitiously rubbing his arm.

“Better that than the Bat-Bogey Hex though, eh, Malfoy?” Harry smirked and Draco's eyes
narrowed and Ginny had to stifle a smile.

Hermione joined her hand with Harry's and quickly returned to the subject. “You can trust
us. We won't speak of this to anyone.”

“What about *Ron*?” Harry looked at Hermione incredulously.

“Please don't tell Ron,” pleaded Ginny. “I think he should hear this from me and I'll
talk with him when the time is right.”

“Soon?” Harry wanted to know.

“As soon as possible,” acquiesced Ginny. Then with a tilt of her head, “Does Ron know about the
two of you?”

Harry and Hermione looked uncomfortable. “Er…not yet,” Harry muttered.

“Well, let's not have a double standard, then,” Ginny replied coolly. “We'll keep each
other's secret and we'll each tell Ron in our own time. Agreed?” Ginny looked at Harry.

“Agreed,” he muttered his eyes shooting daggers at Malfoy.

Ginny looked at Draco with narrowed eyes.

“Agreed,” Draco said though his teeth.

“All right, then,” said Ginny, just a little irritated. “Looks like we're all on the same
page about this.” Then to Draco, “We need to get going. I have some homework to finish before
tomorrow.” She walked him to the door and unsealed it. “I think it'd be best for us to leave
separately,” Ginny said quietly, giving Draco's hand a squeeze. “You go first.”

“You'll be alright?” Draco glanced back at Harry and Hermione.

“Don't worry…goodnight, Draco,”

Draco leaned down to briefly press his lips to Ginny's then stepped through the door and
closed it behind him.

Ginny took a calming breath and then turned to Harry and Hermione trying to ignore the shocked
look on Harry's face presumably from the kiss he had just witnessed. “So, how long have you
been together like this?” she asked, one eyebrow quirked.

“Just a few weeks,” Hermione answered hesitantly.

“Why are you hiding this from Ron?”

“Hang on,” interrupted Harry shaking his head. “I think we have other things to discuss.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Harry, Ginny and I have already talked. This isn't helping.”

“But how do you know that Draco doesn't have ulterior motives in all this…”

“Harry! That's insulting to Ginny!”

“No, Hermione, it's alright. You asked the same thing remember? To be honest, I've
wondered it myself and I'm still wondering, unfortunately.” Ginny slowly wrung her hands then
sighed and let them fall wearily back to her sides. “I know Harry's worried because he's my
friend and wants to protect me. I'll try to answer his questions…but please know that I still
have some of my own.”

Ginny turned to Harry. “Do you remember about the graphorn chasing after me last week?” Harry
nodded. “Well, you didn't hear the whole story. I didn't escape it by myself.” Ginny
proceeded to tell him the entire account of what had happened that afternoon.

“Well, hopefully any human being would try to help another in that situation…” Harry responded
dismissively.

“Harry do you remember what you saw Draco do yesterday? You and he were fighting to get to the
snitch and then he just left it for you.”

“Stupid git got caught by the Bludger…”

“Harry, he *intercepted* a Bludger that was meant for me…Crabbe had been swinging them at
me the whole game. He had bragged to Draco before the game that he was going to and Draco was
trying to watch out for that. I was able to avoid all the Bludgers before but I wasn't even
aware of that last one coming at me. I would have been the one with a broken arm and ribs lying
unconscious on the pitch or worse if he hadn't taken it for me.”

Harry was quiet, but looking at Ginny with skeptical eyes and clenched jaw.

“Please, Harry, I know you hate each other—trust me, I know why you do. But there are things
about Draco that you don't know.”

“What load of *bull* has Draco fed you?” Harry flung at her incredulously.

“That's between Draco and me,” Ginny's eye's flashed.

“How do you know it's the truth?” Harry tossed back at her.

“Can't you just trust my judgment on this? Maybe I'm wrong, but I need to find out for
myself.”

Harry kept his eyes on Ginny but did not answer.

“Please,” Ginny almost whispered.

“*Gah*…all right—for now, I guess,” Harry said resignedly. “But I want you to know that
I'll be watching him and if he puts one toe out of line where you're concerned, that's
it. I *will* tell Ron and maybe even send an owl to your *father*.”

“Harry!” Hermione looked at him askance.

Ginny mustered a smile. “Thanks, Harry. I hope you realize that Draco will have to go on acting
like the `Draco' we've always known with the Slytherins and that includes Pansy…as sick as
that makes me thinking about it.”

“I hope it's only acting on his part, Ginny.” Harry sighed.

They stood in silence for a moment then Ginny met their eyes. “I'd better go. Are we all
right, then?”

“For now, I guess,” replied Harry shoving his hands in his pockets and kicking at the floor.

Hermione hugged Ginny. “Yes.”

“Alright, then, see you later.” Ginny walked out the tower door.

After the door closed, Hermione once again pointed her wand at the door and said,
“*Colloportus!*”

Harry turned to her. “I don't like this—the whole thing feels really wrong,” he said shaking
his head.

Hermione wrapped her arms around him laying her head against his chest and replied quietly, “I
know. I'm worried about this, too. Ginny and I've talked some about this relationship but I
think it's gone deeper than I knew.”

“Well, hopefully she'll continue to confide in you so we can help her if she needs it.”
Harry pulled his hands from his pockets and wrapped them around Hermione as he looked out over the
tower wall and into the darkness.

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9. Disclosed
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**A/N:** Thanks for all the encouragement! Hope you enjoy this one…

**Chapter 9 Disclosed**

The next several weeks went by quickly. Hermione tried to engage Ginny in conversation, aiming
to talk about Draco, but Ginny sidestepped those discussions. She and Draco weren't able to
spend a lot of time alone together in these past weeks, but there had been a few wonderful stolen
moments in the Owlery and one of the Dungeon classrooms. Ginny made sure she always sealed the
doors after their encounter with Harry and Hermione.

Ginny and Draco had so far managed to keep what they were to each other a secret from the rest
of the school. Tonight, she was supposed to meet Draco in the classroom where they had shared their
first kiss. Ginny was hugging that thought to herself as she walked down the corridor to
Transfiguration. As she neared the room, she began to hear raised voices, one of which she was able
to identify as Ron's. She hurried to see what was happening.

“Damn!” Ginny said under her breath as she saw Ron send a jet of red light at Draco in front of
a crowd of onlookers and send him flying against the castle wall. The impact resounded with a
*thud* as Draco's body slid down the wall. Harry was keeping his wand trained on
Warrington, Crabbe, and Goyle. Ron looked as though he was about to send another curse Draco's
way to finish the job.

“No!” Ginny cried out, running to place herself between Draco and Ron with her wand drawn at her
brother.

“Ginny!” Hermione shook her head quickly with worried eyes.

“What the…” Ron started, his eyes widening. “Move, Ginny! That git sent a hex that just missed
me!”

“No! Stop it, Ron! He's already hurt enough.” Thinking quickly, she said, “I don't want
you to get detention, he's not worth it!”

Draco was starting to stir. Without realizing what she was doing, Ginny turned and kneeled down
beside him. “Are you okay?”

“What…where's the Weasel?” Draco scrambled up as quickly as he could manage and drew his
wand at Ron. Ginny grabbed his arm. “No, Draco!” she pleaded.

“Ginny WHAT are you DOING?” bellowed Ron. Move your arse out of the way!”

“Yes, and get your filthy hands off me!” Draco flung at Ginny his eyes narrowed. Her eyes filled
with tears.

“You watch how you talk to my sister, slimeball!”

Ginny backed away, tears streaming down her face.

“*What* is going on here?” Professor McGonagall's voice pierced the noise like
lightning. “Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter! Put your wands down immediately! Mr. Malfoy, that goes for
you, too. Ten points from Gryffindor and ten points from Slytherin for dueling in the corridors. I
keep hoping that you boys will outgrow this silliness, but I see that has yet to occur!” She turned
and addressed the crowd of students. “Don't you have classes to attend?” she said, her eyebrows
raised. The crowd quickly dispersed.

“I do *not* want to see anything like this again or I will give you each a week's
detention,” McGonagall addressed the three boys then swept into her classroom oblivious to their
angry huffs.

Ginny tried to follow the Professor into the room but Ron took her arm and pulled her aside.
“What was that all about?” he said, his eyes scrutinizing Ginny's then glancing toward
Draco's departing back.

“What?”

“Don't give me `what'”, Ron tossed back at her. “You…defending Malfoy, that's
*what*!”

“I just didn't want you to get into trouble,” Ginny said not meeting Ron's eyes.

“Come on, Ron! We're going to be late to Potions,” Hermione tugged his other arm.

Ron allowed himself to be pulled away but said to Ginny, “We'll talk about this later,” as
he turned to follow Harry and Hermione.

Hermione chanced a distressed look at Ginny. Ginny gave a small shake of her head then turned
and entered the Transfiguration classroom.

“Have a seat, please, Miss Weasley.” Professor McGonagall said, but not unkindly. “As I was
saying, there will be a Christmas Dance the second Friday night of December followed by a Hogsmeade
day that Saturday. Fourth years and up may attend the dance. Please make sure to take care of your
studies during the bustle of the upcoming holiday season.”

Ginny had a difficult time keeping her mind on Transfiguration. Her hedgehog kept getting almost
to the edge of her table before she rounded it up again.

“Concentrate!” McGonagall said to the entire class as she stood by Ginny's chair.

Ginny forced her mind to obey her and succeeded in turning her hedgehog into a pretty floral
patterned teacup.

“You are quite capable when your mind is on your task, Miss Weasley,” McGonagall smiled a small
smile at Ginny.

Ginny's cheeks flushed. “Sorry, Professor.”

The class ended and Ginny made her way slowly back to the Gryffindor Common Room. She climbed
through the portrait hole to find Harry, Hermione and Ron waiting for her in the chairs by the
fire. She walked over and sat in a chair beside Ron.

“We need to talk, Ginny,” Ron said in a low voice.

Ginny looked at all three of them. “Why don't we have a walk by the lake?” she requested
softly. “Let me put my books in my room and I'll be ready.”

She came back down in her cloak and found the others ready to go. They all made their way down
to the lake not saying much of anything. The group found some large rocks and had a seat by the
water's edge.

Ron was the first to speak. “So what was that about today?” he asked Ginny.

Ginny hesitated. “I need to tell you something and I need you to hear me out before you say
anything.”

Hermione moved to Ginny's side and put her arm around her.

Ron watched this warily.

Ginny began, “I need to tell you about a relationship that's been going on for awhile now,”
she took a big breath and let it out. “Ron, I've been seeing Draco Malfoy in secret for several
weeks.”

There was a moment of silence, as Ron comprehended what Ginny had said to him then he roared,
“WHAT! Dra…” Harry clamped his hand over Ron's mouth.

“Quiet, Ron!” Harry hissed looking around furtively. Ron's eyes were bulging over
Harry's hand. “Can you control yourself?” Ron nodded.

“All right, then,” Harry took his hand down.

“Ginny, what are you *thinking*? Ron said as he got up to pace. He ran his hand through his
hair. “How did this *happen*?” Ginny wrapped her arms around herself and proceeded to tell Ron
about Draco and the graphorn rescue as well as the Bludger incident. Tears began to course down her
face as she disclosed without detail her clandestine meetings with Draco.

“But Ginny, this is *Draco Malfoy*…” Ron said, still in shock.

“I know who he is to *you*, Ron,” Ginny said her tears building. “I think I've seen
someone different from the person I thought Draco was. I need to find out if it's the truth and
I hope you'll understand that.” Ginny lifted her watery eyes to Ron's for the first time
since beginning her story.

Ron let out a big breath of air as he stood up and paced for a bit but then walked over to Ginny
and knelt down in front of her. “Ginny, I *don't* understand. This is the son of the man
who almost caused your death. Remember where Lucius Malfoy is right now? Remember who we fought in
the Ministry last June? Remember *Sirius*?”

“Ron, we've already talked with her about tha—” Harry started.

Ron turned on Harry, “What do y'mean you've *already* talked with her about that?
How long have *you two* known about this?”

Harry looked at Hermione. She nodded her head almost imperceptibly. Harry took in a breath.
“Ever since we…accidentally walked in on them in the Astronomy Tower one night a few weeks
ago.”

“And you were keeping this a secret from me?” Ron looked accusingly at Hermione and Harry. Both
of them nodded and cast their eyes to the ground. Ron's eyes narrowed. “Wait a minute…what were
the pair of you doing up there?” Then Ron's jaw dropped as Harry and Hermione tentatively met
his eyes. “Merlin's beard…I realized the both of you were disappearing at times but…” he
whispered and he looked at them incredulously before his expression became stony.

“Ron, this isn't the way we wanted you to find out,” Harry said dismally.

“Please, Ron, try to understand…” Hermione pleaded.

Ron held up his hand as though he had had enough and Hermione lapsed into silence. “Just shut
it!” he growled at the two and turned back to Ginny, his expression softening slightly. “You know
I'll always be here for you even when I don't agree with what you're doing. Right now,
I really hate what you've chosen but I love you and I'm for you no matter what.”

Ginny flung herself into his arms, sobbing. Ron looked helpless, worry overflowing in his
eyes.

“Ginny, promise me you will be careful…promise me that you will guard your heart. Please talk to
us and let us know what's happening so that we can help you if you need it.” Ron implored
her.

Ginny nodded, not able to speak.

“Ron,” Hermione said softly, “Its very important that Ginny's relationship with Draco remain
a secret. Both of them could be in danger if their relationship were exposed.”

“I think *I* can be trusted,” Ron replied harshly.

“Please don't be angry with them,” Ginny whispered. “I made them promise…”

Ron closed his eyes briefly and sighed taking Ginny's hand in his. “I need some time with
all this, Gin. I'll see you later—please remember what I said.”

Ron gave Ginny's hand a final squeeze before releasing it and strode off toward the castle
without a backwards look.

Ginny and Hermione looked at each other, tears flowing freely, as Harry put his head in his
hands.

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10. Naive
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**A/N:** My apologies for the long, long time since the last update. As I said at the
beginning of this story, this was my first fiction ever, and I kept thinking I was going to revamp
it a bit. I haven't had time to do that, as I'm devoting my writing time to the other fics
that I have in the works. Thanks for your patience!! Hope you enjoy.

**Chapter 10 Naïve**

Ginny walked tentatively into the darkened classroom. “Draco?” she whispered. She heard a noise,
and then Draco's voice say softly, “Lumos!”

Draco was standing in the far corner, a small smile curving his lips. “So, we're back to
where it all began.”

Ginny walked slowly toward him. “Ron knows.”

The smile slid off Draco's face, and he opened his arms to her. Ginny buried her face in his
chest and he sighed. “I wondered if he would suspect after your little rescue attempt this
afternoon. How did he take it?”

“Not well…”

Draco laid his head on top of Ginny's. “No surprise there.”

“He's also angry with Harry and Hermione for keeping our secret from him. And, to top it
off, Ron found out about Harry and Hermione's relationship at the same time. He was so
staggered by everything we laid at his feet today…so hurt by the deceptions…”

Draco silently stroked Ginny's hair.

“He's scared for me, and you can't blame him with the history between all of us.
Speaking of which, what started your fight with him today?”

Draco shook his head. “It wasn't me that sent that hex. Warrington did it before I could
stop him. But Ron turned around, saw me, put two and two together, and came up with five. I guess
you know the rest.”

Ginny shook her head. “I can't believe I acted the way I did in front of everyone—I
couldn't stop myself.”

“Yeah, that worried me. Sorry for what I said to you, but I couldn't look like I was glad
you cared—even though I was…” Draco tilted Ginny's head back with his hand and lowered his lips
to hers. “My hero,” he said lips quirked into a small smile.

Ginny buried her hands in Draco's hair returning his kiss, and then leaned back to look at
him.

“Will we ever be able to quit meeting in secret?” Ginny whispered, wrapping her arms around
him.

“I don't know,” Draco said quietly.

“I wish we didn't have to keep things this way,” Ginny looked into his eyes. “I hate all
this sneaking around.”

Draco looked over Ginny's head. “You know the dangers—I'm not sure what the answer
is…”

“You'll never know until you…”

His eyes snapped back to hers. “No.”

Ginny took a big breath. “Draco, will you go to the Christmas Dance with me? And I mean
*with* me?”

“Ginny don't do this…”

“I don't want to force you, but I do want to have a real relationship with you and not this
`sneaking around' business. I know your father and I know the Death Eaters. I know how
dangerous they are—I've fought them. I am willing to go through this for you. Are you willing
to go through it for me?”

“Ginny…” Draco turned from her and began to prowl back and forth in the space between the wall
and the desks.

“Are you going to live the rest of your life this way—hiding what you are?” Ginny said shaking
her head. “I think you're better than that…prove me right.”

Draco stopped in his tracks and turned on her. “It's just so *easy* for you, isn't
it,” he snapped. “You've always known what it is to be loved and accepted for who you are. You
have people willing to risk their lives for you. I, on the other hand, have people willing to risk
my life for theirs.” Draco was shaking in anger now. “I'm so *sick* of living this way;
hiding, questioning, suspicious…scared…” he broke off and raised his face to the ceiling.

Ginny closed the gap between them and wrapped her arms around him. Draco didn't respond.

“I'm sorry Draco,” Ginny whispered tearfully. “I don't know how it's been for you
all these years. I do want for it to get better…”

Draco broke her embrace, shaking his head. “What you want isn't possible.”

“How do you know if you don't try?” Ginny persisted. “What would make it `worth it' to
you?”

Draco looked grimly into her eyes for a long moment, and then said quietly, “Alright, Ginny,
I'll go to the dance with you…Merlin help us.”

Ginny reached for Draco's hand. “Are you sure?”

“No…but I'm going to do it.” He pulled her to himself and kissed her fiercely. When they had
broken apart, Draco sat in the nearest seat and pulled Ginny into his lap. Her hair curtained his
face as she looked down at him. Ginny's eyes locked onto Draco's. She bent her lips to his
and kissed him softly as her hands ran along his jaw and into his hair. She felt him shiver and she
tasted his lips with her tongue. He wound his hands in her hair, and sighed softly as he returned
her caresses.

*********

The next morning was Saturday and Ginny was up early and on her way to the Owlery. She had
stayed up late composing a letter to Fred and George, hoping they'd be willing to help her.

*Dear Fred and George,*

*I hope you're well. I need a favor, please. There `s going to be a Christmas Dance at
Hogwarts in two weeks and I need some new dress robes. If you'd buy them, I'd pay you back
by working for free in your shop this summer. Also, would you please loan me 15 Galleons? I'd
also work this off for you this summer in your shop. Please let me know soon if you're willing
to do this for me.*

*Love,*

*Ginny*

Ginny coaxed a large barn owl down from the rafters and tying her letter to its leg said, “Would
you please take this to Fred and George Weasley, number 93, Diagon Alley in London.” The owl took
flight, and Ginny watched until it became a speck in the sky. She turned and headed to the Great
Hall, hoping to get some breakfast in before Quidditch practice.

*********

It was a very long Quidditch practice. Ron would only refer to Harry as “the Seeker”, and when
Harry asked a question, Ron answered, but wouldn't make eye contact. Ron finally blew the
whistle, and the team made its way tiredly to the changing room. They hung up their robes and put
away their gear quickly, wanting to make it to lunch. Harry, Ginny and Ron put their things away
slowly letting the others leave first. The last one finally made his way out. Harry and Ginny
exchanged a glance, and Ginny gave a slight nod.

“Ron,” Harry began tentatively, “I just want to…”

“Save it,” Ron interrupted in a low voice. “I'm not ready to talk with you yet.”

He turned to walk out the door, but Ginny grabbed his arm. “Please talk to us,” she pleaded with
her heart in her eyes. “We hate that we've hurt you. We love you, and we know we showed it
poorly by not trusting you.”

Ron sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I know you didn't mean to hurt me. I know why
you both kept your secrets. But do you understand that I feel like I'm on the outside of your
circle looking in? Things have changed with us all, and I don't…I'm feeling like a misfit
now.”

Harry stepped forward and said earnestly, “Ron, you're my best friend and you always will
be—Hermione's too. We can't get along without you—you're *no* misfit!” Harry put a
hand on Ron's shoulder. “Please at least come to lunch with us. We can talk some more
later.”

Ron looked at Harry for a long moment, and then sighed. “Alright,” he answered quietly, and they
walked together up to the Great Hall.

*********

The next day at dinner, Ginny was startled to see the Hogwarts barn owl that she had sent to
Fred and George back so soon. She loosed the small parcel he carried, offered him some juice, and
thanked him as he flew back to the Owlery for some well-deserved rest.

Ginny opened the parcel and saw twenty shiny gold Galleons along with a piece of parchment.

*Dear Ginny,*

*We will, of course, be glad to have you as our slave this summer! (Just kidding—s**ort
of). What sort* *of dress robes do you want?*

*Your BEST Brothers (and don't forget it!),*

*Gred and Forge*

The next morning, Ginny sent another owl with her reply.

*Dear Fred and George,*

*You guys ARE the best! I trust you to pick out my robes for me—whatever you think would look
prettiest. I must tell you, though, that this is a very special occasion for me**,* *so
choose well….*

*Many Thanks and Much Love,*

*Ginny*

She included a P.S. with her size and sent the message on its way with a smile in her heart.

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11. Threatened
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**Chapter 11 Threatened**

The next morning, Ginny saw Draco ahead of her, walking up the corridor to the Great Hall. She
hurried to catch up with him.

“Morning,” Ginny said.

“Morning,” Draco replied. He cast a wary glance around.

“On your way to breakfast?”

“Yeah, Crabbe and Goyle are waiting for me.”

They reached the doors of the Great Hall and stopped.

“Want to make a go of this, then?” Draco asked, his eyebrows raised.

She nodded.

“You understand what's going to happen?”

“Yes.”

“Well, here we go…” Draco glanced at Ginny, his eyes guarded, and joined his hand with hers.

Ginny swallowed, nodded and they walked through the doors together. Draco walked Ginny over to
the Gryffindor table and then waited until she had sat down.

“Well, see you later,” Ginny smiled up at Draco.

“Later,” Draco nodded as went over to sit at the Slytherin table.

As Ginny began to glance around, she noticed that many pairs of eyes were shifting between her
and Draco with open curiosity. She fixed a smile on her face, and saw Hermione, Ron and Harry
coming to join her. Ginny could see Draco sitting down next to Crabbe, whose eyebrow was furrowed.
Warrington was casting a speculative eye at Draco. Whispering could be heard throughout the
Hall.

“Are you mad?” Ron hissed incredulously as the three sat down around her.

Ginny shook her head. “We…we've decided not to be so secret anymore.”

“But Ginny…” Ron's eyes went wide. “What if Malfoy's—”

“Draco,” Ginny interrupted quietly. “His *name* is *Draco*.”

Ron rolled his eyes. “What if *Draco's* father finds out?”

“Then he finds out.”

Ron looked imploringly at Hermione who seemed, for once, to be at a loss for words.

“Ginny—” Hermione tried worriedly.

“All right, look,” Ginny interjected heatedly. “Draco and I have talked, and this is what we
want. We know we're putting ourselves in danger, but both of us think this relationship is
worth it.” She paused looking at each of them in turn. “We're going to the Christmas Dance
together. End of story.”

The other three goggled at Ginny in disbelief.

“You're what?” Ron said loudly, his ears turning red.

“Be quiet, Ron!” Harry said quietly, as people turned to look in their direction.

Ginny glanced at the Slytherin table. She could see Draco concentrating on his plate as
Warrington spoke intensely to him. Crabbe and Goyle looked on, and nodded every now and then.
Draco's eyes lifted briefly to hers and then lowered again. Warrington caught the look, and
turned slightly to lock his eyes onto Ginny's. Ginny met his gaze defiantly, but then had to
suppress an icy shudder as she saw his lips quirk into a maliciously calculating smile. She felt
the blood drain from her face and turned away.

Ron was talking to her again, but she couldn't focus through the whine of fear in her
head.

*`What have I done?'* Tendrils of dread were beginning to worm their way through her
mind. Ginny rose slowly out of her seat and began to make her way blindly through the other
students.

“Ginny…” Hermione was by her side. “Come with me.” She guided Ginny out of the Great Hall.

“What have I done?” Ginny said aloud, tears now welling and spilling over.

“Shh, keep walking…we're almost to the portrait.”

“I was the one who wanted this…not Draco,” Ginny said, choking as she climbed into the common
room, which was mercifully empty.

Hermione put an arm around Ginny, and got her to sit down on the couch. Ginny put her head in
her hands, trying to calm herself. Just then, Ron and Harry made their way in through the portrait
hole bringing Hermione and Ginny's books with them.

“Ginny, are you alright?” Ron knelt in front of Ginny as Harry sat on the couch beside her.

“I don't know...” Ginny told the others what she had seen Warrington do. “I just thought we
could…overcome this somehow,” she finished miserably.

The others exchanged worried glances over Ginny's head.

“Ginny,” Ron said determinedly, “I want for you to be with at least one of us at all times, or
at least as much as possible.”

Ginny nodded.

“I'll walk you to class. Here's your books—we need to go—we're already late.”

Ginny stood up and followed Ron out of the common room, with Harry and Hermione right behind
them.

*********

Later that day, Ginny walked out of Transfiguration to find Draco waiting for her. She looked
around for Ron but didn't see him.

“What are you…” she began.

“Walk with me.”

“I saw what happened this morning. If you want to forget…”

Draco turned steely eyes to hers. “I don't.”

“I think you're in danger…”

“I thought we expected that.”

“But what are we going to do?”

“I'll worry about that.”

“Draco…”

“Enough!” Draco stopped and turned to her. “This is what I tried to warn you about. Either
we're together, or we're not. Which is it, Ginny?”

After a long moment, she reached out and placed her hand in his.

“So *that's* how it is,” a voice smirked from behind them.

Draco and Ginny turned quickly to find Warrington, Crabbe and Goyle standing in the corridor
behind them with nasty grins on their faces.

Draco stepped in front of Ginny. “Yeah, that's how it is.”

“What does your father think about this, Malfoy?” Goyle leered.

“I don't know,” replied Draco softly, eyes narrowed.

“Y'mean he's not been…informed…about this relationship?” Crabbe tilted his head.

“I really don't see how it's anyone's business.” Draco said shortly.

“Oh, really…well, we'll see about that,” Warrington slowly looked around Draco to Ginny and
grinned nastily. “She *is* a nice piece of…”

“Watch it, Warrington!” Draco said dangerously. He drew his wand from his robes, and held it
ready.

“Yeah, right, take us all on!” The three boys walked away laughing. “Later, Malfoy!” Warrington
called back menacingly.

Draco and Ginny stood in silence for a while, waiting for their footsteps to fade.

“Draco, I'm so sorry…” Ginny was shaking with sobs behind him. “I didn't want this
to…”

Draco turned to her, gripping her arms almost painfully and pulled her into the nearest empty
room. “Ginny, stop! This was my choice, too, and I knew what I would be dealing with when I made
it.”

Ginny flung her arms around him. “I just want you to be safe…”

Draco pulled her arms down, and fixed his eyes on hers. “You see now what we're up
against…are you willing to go on with it?”

Ginny placed her hand back in Draco's.

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12. Troubled
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**Chapter 12 Troubled**

For the last week and a half, Ginny had endured suspicious looks from normally friendly people,
and outright nastiness from the Slytherins. She longed to be able to spend more time with Draco,
but this was increasingly difficult with the Slytherins dogging him much of the time.

When a tawny owl flew into the Great Hall with a large parcel yesterday morning, Ginny knew
immediately that her dress robes had arrived from Fred and George. She hurried delightedly with the
box up to her dorm room. Placing the package on her bed, she eagerly unwrapped it, and gave a small
gasp as she folded back the tissue paper.

Ginny lifted out a sleeveless velvet robe, the color of sage. Also in the box, made of the same
material, was a pair of long gloves, and a wrapper with a satin lining of the same sage color. A
chain of leaves and vines embroidered with gold thread wove its way around the neckline and hem of
the robe as well as the edges of the wrapper. A dainty hairpiece of the same golden leaves and
vines pattern was nestled in the material. Underneath everything, Ginny found some silk stockings
and a pair of golden shoes, the same color as the embroidery.

“Oh…” she breathed as tears sprung to her eyes. She hugged the robes gently to herself, and
danced a few steps as the material flowed around her.

“Wow…” breathed Hermione, who was standing in the doorway.

Ginny looked at her, smiling. “Fred and George picked this out for me for the Christmas
Dance.”

“I think I'll take them shopping with me next time I need something,” Hermione smiled,
reaching out to touch the fine material. “It's lovely and you'll look absolutely
beautiful.”

“Thanks,” Ginny blushed. “I'd better hang this up before it wrinkles.”

Ginny turned back to Hermione, hesitating. “Can I show you something else?”

“Of course.”

Ginny reached in her trunk, and retrieved a small box.

“This is what I got for Draco for Christmas.” Ginny opened the box, and pulled out a silver
chain with a flat shiny part in the middle of it and handed it to Hermione. “I owled an order to
that little jewelry shop in Hogsmeade.”

“ `My Heart' ” read Hermione from the shiny part. She looked up at Ginny and after a long
moment, asked softly, “Do you love him?”

Ginny nodded.

Hermione, trying to hide her anxious feelings, hugged her. “I know he'll love it.”

“Thanks, Hermione. Thanks for everything…”

“Of course.” Hermione smiled, hoping inwardly for Ginny's happiness to continue.

vvvvvvvvv

Thursday afternoon, Ginny was waiting in the cold at the Astronomy Tower for Draco. She had sent
a note that morning asking him to meet her. She heard the door creak slowly open and turned to see
Draco striding toward her, his hair streaming in the wind. He reached in his robes and pulled out
his wand. His eyes never left hers as he aimed his wand back over his shoulder and sealed the
door.

Draco reached Ginny and hauled her to himself crushing her lips with his. Ginny wound her arms
around him pressing into his embrace, molding herself against him, wanting to be even closer. She
felt Draco reciprocate and wondered if they could ever be close enough.

“Ginny…” Draco said raggedly, after their kisses ended. “I've been waiting for this...”

“Me, too,” she breathed.

Draco cupped her face in his hands, and Ginny covered his hands with hers. He leaned his
forehead on hers, their eyes locked, as they drank each other in. Ginny thought she could have
slipped into those gray pools and drowned without ever once wanting to be rescued.

“I have something for you…” Ginny said, breaking the silence, as she reached into her cloak and
brought out the small box that she had wrapped in silver paper with a scarlet bow. “Merry
Christmas,” she smiled shyly at him.

“Here's a coincidence,” Draco smiled back. “I have something for you, too.”

He pulled a small box from the folds of his cloak that was wrapped in gold paper with a dark
green bow and handed it to Ginny. “You first.”

Ginny handed him her gift and took his in her hands. She gently unwrapped the paper and opened
the box. “Draco…it's lovely!” Ginny breathed as she pulled out a fine gold chain with a heart
pendant dangling from it. “Always,” she read the inscription. Ginny gazed at Draco, tears in her
eyes.

“Do you like it?” Draco asked uncertainly.

Ginny threw her arms around his neck. “It's beautiful…thank you so much!” She turned around
and handed the necklace to Draco. “Put it on me?”

He smiled as he fumbled with the clasp finally getting it through the loop. He lifted her hair
over the chain. “There,” he said softly, turning her. “Let me see.”

Ginny turned around to him smiling. “What do you think?”

“Beautiful,” Draco said lowering his lips to hers.

“Okay, now you,” Ginny said, eagerly bouncing just a bit.

Draco pulled the bow and paper from his box and lifted the lid. He drew out the chain and read
the inscription. Draco's eyes met Ginny's in wonder. “Really?” he whispered.

“Yes…I love you, Draco,” Ginny said softly.

The look in Draco's eyes transformed from hopeful doubt to joy. “That's the best present
of all.” He breathed, as he gathered her to him, and kissed her tenderly. “I love you, too.”

“Put it on me?” He handed her his necklace, and stooped down to allow her to reach more
easily.

“Do you like it?” Ginny asked hopefully.

“More than anything else you could have given me. I'll never take it off.” Draco folded her
in his arms, and she leaned her head into his chest.

Ginny smiled. “I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night.”

“Can't wait. I'll be with the most beautiful girl.” Draco's voice didn't betray
the cloud that passed over his eyes.

Ginny looked out over the tower wall and gave a small gasp. “Look, Draco, it's starting to
snow!”

They stood wrapped in each other's arms for a while, watching the grounds transform as the
large flakes formed a sparkling blanket around them.

vvvvvv

The next day, the girls awoke giggling with excitement for the dance that night. As Ginny lazed
in bed trying to talk herself into getting up, her fingers found the heart around her neck and she
smiled. Ginny dressed quickly and headed down to breakfast hoping to see Draco there. She was about
halfway down to the Great Hall when she heard, “Weasley!”

Turning, Ginny saw Pansy Parkinson sauntering up to her.

“What do you want?” Ginny returned shortly.

Pansy smiled slyly. “I hear you and Draco are…close these days.”

“And if we are?”

Pansy looked amused. “You aren't the first, you know.”

“I don't see what you're getting at Pansy.”

“Draco has…shall we say…a great appreciation for,” Pansy looked at her appraisingly,
“girls.”

Pansy went on. “He can be very sweet when he wants something.”

Ginny was silent.

“I suppose he's told you he loves you.”

“That's really none of your business.”

“It doesn't really matter anyway. He may be enjoying his…time with you right now, but
he'll come back to me eventually. Always does.” Pansy smirked. “Nice necklace. See you at the
dance.” And she strolled away.

Ginny turned back toward the Great Hall, seething inside. *`That cow!'* Ginny
straightened her back and walked into breakfast. She saw Harry and Ron eating and went to join them
at the Gryffindor table.

“Where's Hermione?” Ginny asked.

“She's already eaten and gone back to the dorm for her books.” Harry replied.

“So, I'm assuming you and Hermione are going to the dance together?” Ginny asked.

Harry nodded, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

“Did you ask someone, Ron?” Ginny turned to see his ears going a shade redder.

“Er…I asked Luna and she said `yes',” Ron replied hesitantly.

“That's great! We'll have a good time, then.”

“You're still going with Draco?” Ron asked.

“Yes. I can't wait for you to see the dress robes Fred and George sent me…I sold my soul to
them for the summer to pay them back.”

“Do they know who you're going with?” Harry looked at Ginny.

“Erm…no. They didn't ask, and I didn't think it was a good idea to tell them.” Ginny
felt a little guilty. “What they don't know won't hurt them.”

“Speaking of that,” Ron began, “I overheard some of the Slytherins talking this morning…it
wasn't nice.” Ron's gaze was sharp. “They seemed to think that Draco's…well, that
Draco's just winding you up. So please, just be careful…”

Ginny's hand went to her throat and felt the golden heart. “Don't worry, Ron. I am.”
Ginny stood up. “I need to get going to class. Thank goodness they cancelled the afternoon ones for
today. See you later.”

vvvvvvvvvv

Ginny didn't see Draco for the rest of the day, but the Slytherins she met in her classes
and in the halls seemed even nastier than usual, if that was possible. She endured many smirks and
leers from the males, as well as whispers and malicious giggles from the Slytherin girls. Some had
even bumped into her on purpose, and she was feeling a little bruised and battered by the time she
got back to Gryffindor Tower.

When she got to her room, the headache that she had felt building all day was a thorny thing in
her head. She lay down to take a quick nap.

Ginny awoke an hour later feeling a little better and got up to take a bath. She scented the
water with spicy rose, and slipped into the warm pink bubbles with a sigh of pleasure. She soaked,
feeling her muscles loosen and the worry of the day begin to slide away. *`Cheer up!'* she
chided herself. *`You've been looking forward to this**,* *and you're going to
have lovely time.'*

Ginny finally talked herself into getting out of the wonderful water. She dried off and,
wrapping the towel around her, began to dry and arrange her hair. She curled it and pulled it the
curls mostly up on her head with a few tendrils falling softly to frame her face. Ginny applied a
little make up for color, and stood back to observe the effect. She smiled at herself, pleased.

Ginny made her way back to her room, and began to carefully change into her dress robes. She
smoothed her hands over the lovely material, and surveyed herself in the mirror.
*`Ready?'* she asked herself and nodded in reply.

She was due to meet Draco outside the portrait hole in a few minutes, so she made her way
downstairs to the common room. She spotted Harry waiting with Ron for Hermione. They both saw her
at the same time and gaped.

“Wow,” said Ron standing up to greet her, “Fred and George really outdid themselves. You look
fantastic!”

“Brilliant,” Harry smiled at her as he too, got to his feet.

“Thanks,” Ginny said, blushing. “Where's Hermione?”

Harry's eyes lifted toward the girl's stairway, and breathed, “Here she comes now.”

Ginny turned as Hermione descended the steps in lovely satin robes the color of Harry's
eyes, with small crystal sparkles twinkling from the folds. Hermione's hair was also pulled up
for the event, sparkling with small crystal combs.

Ginny saw Harry's eyes shine, as he said almost shyly, “You're beautiful, Hermione.” He
handed her some rose buds surrounded by baby's breath.

Hermione's cheeks blossomed, and she replied, “Thanks, Harry. You look really handsome,
yourself.”

The four made their way out of the portrait hole, and found Draco waiting for Ginny.

Ron and Harry nodded at Draco, and he inclined his head to them slightly, as they headed toward
the Ravenclaw dorm to get Luna.

Draco's eyes found Ginny's and he reached for her hand. “You look absolutely beautiful,”
he said softly, as he presented Ginny with a single red rose.

“Thanks,” she smiled at him. “You look very handsome, too.”

Draco smiled in return, but Ginny noticed that his smile didn't seem to reach his eyes. She
mentally shook it off and chalked it up to nervousness.

“Ready?” He asked her, offering his arm.

She nodded, and slipped her hand into the warm crook of his elbow.

*************

“Oh!” Ginny gasped, as she saw the lovely Christmas decorations in the Great Hall.

Snowflakes were drifting from the enchanted ceiling, sparkling in the candlelight. Twelve
Christmas trees, adorned with gold and silver ribbon, lined each wall and were lighted by waltzing
fairies.

Ginny looked to the front of the Great Hall and saw the band set up where the professor's
table usually sat. To one side was a table with refreshments.

“Wow,” Ginny said smiling up at Draco. “It's beautiful!”

He nodded, seeming a bit preoccupied as he glanced around.

Just then, Ginny saw Ron and Luna enter followed by Hermione and Harry. She was pleased to see
Ron's quick smile, as he responded to Luna's obvious delight with the decorations. Luna
glowed in dress robes of shimmering silver. She had left her long blond hair to flow down her back
in spiraling curls. Tiny silver sparkles in her hair caught the candlelight when she moved.

Ginny saw Ron ask Luna to dance, and she nodded shyly. Harry and Hermione followed them to the
dance floor in the middle of the Hall.

“Draco, would you like to dance?” Ginny looked up hopefully.

Draco nodded, took Ginny's hand and led her to the dance floor.

She put her arms around him. “I'm glad to be here with you.”

“Me, too,” Draco responded with a smile that again didn't seem to reach his eyes, which she
noticed were scanning the room.

Ginny glanced around to see a few stares aimed in their direction, along with some not so
friendly grins. She saw Pansy look their way, then whisper to Warrington. He turned, caught
Ginny's eye and smirked. Ginny turned, and spotted Crabbe and Goyle seated close to the
refreshment table. They were also watching Ginny and Draco intently. Ginny felt as though something
was skittering up her spine.

“Is everything alright, Draco?” The song was coming to a close.

“Yeah,” he said distractedly, apparently scanning the room. “Would you like something to drink?”
His eyes flickered back to hers.

“Yes, please. I'm going over there and speak to Ron,” Ginny tilted her head towards her
brother. “See you in a minute.”

Ginny could see Ron and Luna standing to the side and talking. Luna was gazing at Ron with a
dreamy expression and nodding her head in response, while Ron talked, gesturing animatedly with his
hands.

“Ron!” Ginny hailed him.

He looked up, smiled, and motioned her over.

“You're gown is beautiful, Luna!” Ginny said giving her a quick hug. “Are you guys having a
good time?”

Both nodded, Ron's ears going pink.

“Where's Draco?” Ron asked, looking behind Ginny.

“He went to get us something to drink.”

Harry and Hermione joined them, carrying cups of pumpkin juice.

“Hi,” smiled Ginny. “Enjoying yourselves?”

Hermione nodded. “I love the way they decorated the hall, and the snow is a lovely touch.
Where's Draco?”

“Well, he was getting some pumpkin juice for us…you didn't happen to see him when you got
yours, did you?” Ginny turned to scan the room. “I'd better go and find him. See you
later!”

Ginny began to walk toward the refreshment table, which had a small crowd gathered round it.

*“Weasley!”* a female voice trilled.

Ginny turned in the direction of the dance floor, where the voice had come from. Her footsteps
stilled. Ginny's eyes spotted Draco not far away…with his arms around Pansy, smiling coldly at
her.

“See, he knows where he belongs,” Pansy smirked as she leaned into Draco's embrace.

“Draco?” Ginny began in confusion, but his eyes were flinty as he returned her gaze.

Pansy widened her eyes at Ginny in mock pity. “Weasley…you didn't think…aww, you *did!*
How sweet…” Pansy smiled maliciously as she turned back to Draco and said in a sickly sweet voice.
“She thought you *loved* her. You know…forever and always,” she turned glittering eyes back to
Ginny. “Right, Weasley?”

“I—” Ginny gaped at Draco, gasping, as her mind tried to take this in through the dizziness that
was beginning to overtake her.

“Let's just say, I've enjoyed you, Red, but it's gotten old. Time to move on.” Draco
smiled derisively and turned his gaze back to Pansy.

Ginny took an unsteady step backwards, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene before her.
“*No*…” She whispered, as she heard some of the other Slytherins begin to laugh.

The Great Hall's floor began to spin slowly as a roaring noise began to build in Ginny's
head. The room began to fade in front of her, and she thought she heard Ron's voice calling her
name. Her legs began to feel wobbly, and then came blessed darkness.

*********

Ginny could hear voices whispering around her.

“Poor thing…that *evil* git!”

“Do you think she hit her head?”

“She would have, if Neville hadn't reached her before she reached the ground.”

She realized she was being carried, and opened her eyes slightly. *`What's going on? Why
is Ron carrying me?'* Then a memory, a terrible vision, sprang up in her mind.
*`No!'* Ginny began to cry.

“Shhh,” Ron whispered softly. “I've got you now. We're almost to the portrait hole.”

Ginny heard Harry say the password, and felt Ron step through with help from Harry. She felt
herself being carried to a far corner of the room before Ron sat down with her on a couch. Ginny
felt the couch cushions give again, and assumed Harry and Hermione were there, too.

Ginny turned her face into her brother's chest, and unleashed the wail that had been sliding
mercilessly up her throat. Sobs wracked her body, and Ron rocked her in his lap.

“I-I *loved* him…” she couldn't continue.

“I know…I'm sorry, Gin,” Ron's voice broke.

Ginny could hear sniffling, and looked around to see Hermione's tear streaked face and
Harry's bright eyes.

“H-How could I have been so w-wrong?” Ginny sobbed to Hermione.

Hermione shook her head sadly and reached to hold Ginny's hand.

Ron held her awhile longer, until her sobs quieted. Ginny heard him say, “Can you hold on to her
a moment? I need to take care of something.”

Ginny made a protesting noise, as she felt him slide her off his lap and get up. She felt arms
come comfortingly around her, and her head rested on Hermione's shoulder. In her anguish, Ginny
had the sensation of feeling oddly disconnected from the physical world around her, and her mind
drifting dazedly. She heard the fire blaze up, and to her confusion heard Fred's voice as she
glided out of consciousness.

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13. Broken
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**A/N:** Hi everybody! Just to let you know, this is the next to last installment of this
fic. Hope you enjoy!

**Chapter 13 Broken**

Ginny woke the next morning and opened one swollen eye at a time. The images she saw were hazy
in the dawning light, and she felt as though her head was going to split open. She could feel
something covering her from head to toe. *`What…?'* As Ginny became more aware of her
surroundings, she realized that she was lying on a couch in the Gryffindor Common Room covered by
Harry's Invisibility Cloak. Ron was dozing on the couch with his arm across her feet and her
head was in Hermione's lap.

*`Why am I…?'* It was as though a movie began to run in her head replaying the painful
scenes from the previous night. A wave of sadness washed over her and she felt new tears coursing
down the sides of her face. Ginny heard the portrait open and close. She saw Harry walk over to
Hermione with several slices of toast in his hands. Harry nudged Hermione softly with his
elbow.

“Hermione,” Harry whispered.

Hermione stirred and opened her eyes.

“Shhh,” Harry cautioned, holding a finger to his mouth.

“Thanks,” Hermione mouthed, taking a slice of toast.

Harry walked around to Ron, who was starting to stir, and gave him some toast. Ron whispered,
“Do y'think we should check on her?”

Hermione nodded and lifted her end of the cloak slightly to see Ginny's anguished eyes.

“Gin…” Hermione began but couldn't find anything to say, as tears also began to well in her
eyes.

Ginny sat up hesitantly, and the other three enveloped her. After Ginny's tears had
subsided, Hermione asked quietly, “Would you like to go up to your room and get a bath? No
one's up yet.”

Ginny nodded and stood up slowly. She turned quietly to her brother. “Thank you for taking care
of me last night, Ron.” And turning to Harry and Hermione, “Thanks to all of you…I can't tell
you what you mean to me.”

Harry nodded, and Ron gave her one last hug, before Hermione put her arm around Ginny and guided
her up the girl's stairs.

*********

Ginny felt a little better soaking in the warm and fragrant water that Hermione had readied for
her. Her feelings were beginning to vacillate between sadness and deep anger as she remembered
Draco's mocking eyes.

As Ginny was pulling her hair up so that she could sink deeper into the water, her fingers found
Draco's necklace. She yanked it off, breaking the chain, and flung it to the floor.

A small knock sounded on the bathroom door. “Ginny, can I come in a minute?” Hermione's
voice called softly.

“Sure.”

Hermione closed the door behind her, and leaned on the bathroom counter. “I didn't know
whether or not you remembered, but today is one last Hogsmeade day before everyone goes home for
Christmas tomorrow.”

“Yes, McGonagall told us that when she announced the Christmas Dance.”

“Do you still want to go? You're welcome to come with us or I'll stay here with you, if
you want.”

Ginny quickly said, “No, I'll stay here, but you go on and go—I'll be fine.”

“Are you sure? I'll be glad to stay—it's no big deal. I've got all my Christmas
shopping done.”

Ginny thought for a moment, and then said, “Y'know what, I think I will go. It'll show
Draco and everyone else that I'm not going to be done in by this.”

Hermione smiled. “Good thinking. We'll have some fun and, hopefully, you can take your mind
off this for a little while. I'll let you get dressed—come to my room when you're ready. We
don't need to leave for another hour.”

“Thanks.”

Hermione turned to leave and noticing the necklace on the floor bent to pick it up. “This
yours?” She held it the heart and chain out.

“Not anymore.”

*********

Ginny gently hung up her now wrinkled dress robes, and ran her hand softly over them with a
sigh. She pulled on some jeans, and a soft cream-colored turtle neck sweater, along with some small
brown boots. Ginny brushed her hair and left it to flow down her back. She put a tiny bit of cherry
lip-gloss on, and smiled tentatively at her reflection. The red puffiness was gone, but not the
sadness. Ginny sighed, grabbed her cloak, gloves, and pocketbook, and then headed to Hermione's
room.

Hermione was almost ready to go, dressed in jeans and a thick pink sweater, with her bushy hair
somewhat subdued into a low ponytail. A few tendrils still rioted around her face as she dabbed on
some pink lip-gloss.

“Ready?” Hermione asked gently.

Ginny nodded. “As I'll ever be…”

Hermione led the way down the stairs to the common room where they found Ron and Harry just
standing up from in front of the fire place.

“Is it time, yet?” Ron asked. Then seeing Ginny, he walked to her and asked quietly, “Are you
feeling better?”

Ginny nodded. “Some.”

“Are you sure you're up to going?” Ron exchanged a glance with Harry who gave a slight shake
of his head.

“I think so…” Ginny responded.

“We'd better get going if we need to get Luna.” Hermione reminded Ron.

“She's going to meet us at the front entrance,” Ron turned a little pink and glanced at
Ginny.

Ginny gave him a small encouraging smile.

“I hope you don't mind, Ginny. I asked her last night before…” Ron broke off, not sure how
to go on.

“I'm glad for you, Ron and I don't mind at all.” Ginny patted him softly on the arm.

The group made their way to the front entrance where they found Luna and queued up to leave for
Hogsmeade. Ginny was aware that she was a topic of interest among the whispers of the other
students. Just as they were beginning to leave, she heard a familiar noisy group of Slytherins
joining the end of the line.

Before she could stop herself, she turned and almost immediately locked eyes with Draco, who was
obviously escorting Pansy. For an instant, surprise widened his eyes but just as quickly they
narrowed. Ginny's eyes were icy as she held his gaze, tilting her head slightly. She had to
consciously unclench her hands as she turned to leave with her friends.

*********

The group shopped, picking up the odd last minute Christmas gift as they went. They ended up at
the Three Broomsticks around noon, hungry and cold. Harry ordered a round of butterbeer for
everyone and they placed their orders for lunch.

Ginny was glad that she had changed her mind about coming to Hogsmeade. It had definitely lifted
her spirits, and taken her mind off Draco. Watching Ron with Luna was bittersweet. Ginny hadn't
seen him act this way with a girl…ever. She was happy for her brother, but had to fight the pangs
of once-lovely memories jumping uninvited into her thoughts.

Ron looked at his watch and then at Harry. “We need to, er…run an errand. We'll meet you at
Honeyduke's in an hour, alright?”

“All right, then,” Hermione said with a surprised look. “I guess we'll meet you later.” She
squeezed Harry's hand as he got up with Ron.

As the boys opened the door, a faint *crack* sounded in the distance. “I hope the limbs
aren't breaking from the trees,”

Luna said with concern, as she bent to pick up her glove that had fallen to the floor. In a
muffled voice from under the table, “Several years ago, some people were killed just walking along
when a large branch broke and fell on them. Some people blamed it on Bowtruckles, but dad and I
thought sure it was caused by Egnims.”

Hermione and Ginny exchanged quick amused glances just before Luna sat back up with the errant
glove in her hand. “Well, let's hope that doesn't happen today.” Hermione replied
kindly.

“Where would you like to go next?” Ginny asked them. “We haven't been to that little gift
shop next door yet.”

“That's a good idea, especially since we won't have to deal with the boy's
long-suffering sighs about “girly” shops.” Hermione grinned.

“I'll be finished with my lunch in a couple of minutes, how `bout you Luna?” Ginny
asked.

“I'll be done in just a bit, too,” she replied.

Ginny heard the door open, and looked to see Ernie MacMillan walk in. Spotting them, he walked
over. “Hi,” he looked around the table. “Just visiting with Fred and George outside. They said they
were thinking of starting a joke shop right here in Hogsmeade. Give Zonko's some competition,
eh?”

“What d'you mean, just visiting with them?” Ginny looked confusedly at Ernie.

“Well, haven't you seen them? They were right outside a few minutes ago, talking with Ron
and Harry.”

“Are they still there?” Ginny began to get out of her chair.

“I don't think so. After our chat, I ran into the gift shop to pick up something, and when I
came out, I saw the lot of them walking up the road toward the Shrieking Shack. Come to think of
it, I wonder what Draco Malfoy was doing with them—that's an unlikely group, especially
after...” Ernie stopped suddenly, and looked uncomfortable. “Oh, there's Hannah!” He suddenly
gazed over their shoulders, and seemed relieved. “See you later, then.”

Ginny turned her eyes on Hermione. “They wouldn't…”

“Yes, they would,” Hermione looked deadly serious. “You didn't see how angry Ron and Harry
were last night. Luna and I only stopped them from attacking Draco by getting Ron to see to you
first.”

Luna nodded. “Ron was almost frightening,” she said dreamily gazing just over Ginny's head.
“I think he would have taken Draco apart right then, but we convinced him that he needed to get you
out of there quickly.”

Hermione went on, “I saw Ron talking with Fred in the fire last night, but I couldn't hear
what they were saying. I bet he and Harry were speaking to him again this morning, just before we
got down to the common room.”

Ginny vaguely remembered hearing Fred's voice last night. She hissed, “I can't believe
they would do this without talking to me first.”

Ginny grabbed her cloak and gloves and hurried out the door. She began to make her way quickly
as she could through the snow and up the road toward the Shrieking Shack. Soon, she was past the
shops and the crowds thinned.

Ginny saw several sets of tracks, in the otherwise unbroken snow, leading up a hill and away
from the road. *`I bet they're heading for that cave that Sirius hid in when he was still on
the run.'* She followed the tracks, and soon saw the almost hidden opening in the rocks.

Ginny stepped quietly inside and, as her eyes adjusted to the low light, she could see her
brothers and Harry facing Draco with their wands pointed menacingly at him. Draco was already
looking quite disheveled, and his cloak was askew.

“Alright, Draco,” growled Fred. “If you won't talk, then go ahead and draw your wand.”

Draco caught sight of Ginny, the look on his face unreadable, as his gray eyes locked onto hers.
He reached inside his cloak and pulled out his wand. The four facing him tensed. But to Ginny's
surprise, Draco held his wand out to his side and opened his hand. She gasped as the wand clattered
to the rocks by his feet and he kicked it away.

Harry and her brothers heard her and glanced quickly in her direction, then back to Draco.

“Stay out of this, Ginny!” Fred said fiercely. George, Ron, and Harry were all looking warily at
Draco, whose eyes remained on Ginny.

“What do you mean, `stay out of this'? *This* is about me…”

“Right now, this is between Draco and us, so stay back!” George said through his teeth.

Ginny clenched her fists, but stepped back. She heard a rustle as her foot connected with a
piece of parchment lying on the ground. Glancing down, she bent to pick it up and unfolded it.
Tilting it toward the light from the cave opening, she read:

*Draco,*

*I have been informed that you have not heeded my earlier warning. Although you do not appear
to care for your own safety, maybe you will consider the safety of the girl. Do not embarrass me
further in this matter**,* *or she will suffer.*

*Lucius Malfoy*

Ginny heard Fred say to Draco, “Alright, if that's the way you want it!” Her head snapped up
to see her brothers and Harry sprint at Draco who stood still, but then was knocked to the
ground.

“No, stop!” Ginny yelled, but to no avail. Her brothers and Harry were pummeling Draco, but
Ginny could see he was not fighting back.

“*Stop!*” Ginny screamed, as she ran and fought her way between Ron and George. Ginny threw
herself on Draco, covering him as best she could, taking some of the blows raining down on him.
Fred shouted, “Stop! Stop! *Ginny, what the hell are you doing?*”

Ginny raised her head and handed Fred the letter she had found. She heard Draco groan, and she
slid off him to sit by his side. His left eye was red and swelling, his lip was cut and bleeding,
and his nose was bloody. Draco rolled over to his side, wrapping his arms around his middle, and
drew his knees up in pain.

“Draco…” Ginny said brokenly, as she scrambled to take off her cloak and put it under his head.
“Someone get me some snow!” Ginny looked tearfully up at her brothers and Harry, who had apparently
just finished reading the letter, and were standing, staring at Draco with incredulous looks on
their faces. Harry rushed out and brought Ginny the snow she requested. She quickly formed it, and
held it on Draco's swollen eye. He flinched but remained silent.

“Draco, how badly are you hurt?” asked Ginny fearfully, stroking his hair from his face with her
other hand.

With difficulty, Draco ground out, “Don't think anything important's broken.”

Fred walked over shaking his head. “Draco, my apologies,” he said stiffly, handing the letter
back to Ginny. “We seemed to have misjudged your actions last night toward our sister.”

“Well, that was the plan,” Draco managed.

The other boys walked tentatively over to Draco, still befuddled by this new perception of him.
Ron asked quietly, “Why didn't you just *tell* her?”

Draco let out a harsh laugh, then grimaced and held his side. “Right. Do you think Ginny would
have just accepted ending our relationship like that? I wanted her safe, and last night seemed the
best way.” Draco looked up painfully at Ginny. “I'm sorry…I know I put you through hell.”

Ginny looked up at her brothers and Harry. “Would you please leave us?”

They hesitated, briefly looking at each other, but then they all nodded resignedly, and turned
to go through the cave opening. Ron turned, and added, “Remember, we have about two hours before we
have to go back to Hogwarts. We'll be back here in about an hour.”

Fred was the last to leave, and he turned and pulled what looked like a purple sweet from his
cloak. “Give this to Draco, and it will help stop some of the bleeding.” Ginny took the sweet and
nodded. “I'll see you in a bit.”

After Fred had walked away, Ginny charmed an invisible barrier over the cave opening. She could
see out, but anyone looking into the cave would see just rocks, and wouldn't be able to pass
the shield. Ginny turned to face Draco and saw him watching her. Their eyes met for a long moment,
and then she walked to him.

“Here, eat this; it'll help with the bleeding.” Ginny handed the purple sweet to Draco.

“Are you sure…?” Draco eyed the sweet. Ginny nodded and he slowly bit into it.

Ginny conjured a small fire for warmth, sat down, and reached for Draco's hand. “I'm so
sorry they hurt you…”

Draco shook his head. “They did what they thought they had to do concerning you…you're lucky
to have people that care about you that way. I'm not hurting so badly now as I was.”

“Why didn't you just tell me…we could have staged that little scene at the dance, and then
gone back to meeting secretly…”

“You still don't get it, do you?” Draco said roughly. “You saw what my bastard of a father
wrote, and you think we can just sneak around like it's some game of Hide and Seek that
we're going to win? This has to end…now.”

“I can't just stop my feelings for you…”

“And do you think I can for you? That's not what this is about, Ginny. If we stay together,
you'll be hurt or killed. I can't say it more plainly than that…and I can't allow it to
happen.” Draco sat up gingerly and took her face in his hands. “We have what's left of this
time together. Let's not spend it arguing.”

Draco pulled Ginny's face to his, and gently touched his lips to each tear that was coursing
down Ginny's face. He tasted her eyes and cheeks, and then his lips found hers and slowly
caressed them. “Your touch reaches right through me.” Draco breathed against her mouth. Ginny wound
her arms around him, as his hands traveled gently though her hair. “Your hair shames the fire.”
Draco's mouth traveled down Ginny's jaw line to her neck, and back up to capture her lips
again. “I crave the feeling of your lips on mine every second of every day.” He slid closer to her,
and pulled her nearer, easing her down to the cave floor with him. “You're beautiful, Ginny.”
Draco stroked Ginny's lips with his tongue, and she opened hers to him. Their tongues tangled
slowly, and Draco savored her like a man taking his last meal. After a long while, their kisses
ended. Draco entwined his legs with Ginny's, and pulled her closer to him, whispering, “I love
you, Ginny. Never forget that no matter what happens.”

“I belong to you, Draco…all of me,” Ginny said brokenly, as tears began to course down her
cheeks again. “I feel I've just gotten you back only to lose you again. What are we going to
do…?” She buried her face in his neck.

“I don't know, Ginny…” Ginny heard Draco's voice break roughly and looked up to see
tears welling in his eyes.

As they clung to each other, there was a knock on the cave's barrier. Ginny started to get
up but, Draco pulled her back for one last tender kiss. “Never forget…” Ginny choked back a sob,
wiped her eyes, and went to remove the ward. Fred, George and Ron walked in tentatively. Draco had
stood up but had turned his back to the cave's entrance.

Fred stood quietly for a moment, his eyes going from Ginny to Draco, and said, “Ron, would you
please take Ginny outside for a minute?” He bent, picked up Ginny's cloak and tossed it to Ron
who nodded, helping Ginny put it on. He guided Ginny from the cave, and she closed her eyes against
the harsh glare of the snow.

Ron put his arm around her in the cold, and she leaned into him. She wasn't sure her legs
would support her much longer.

“I don't know what to say to you…I'm so sorry, Gin...”

Ginny gasped as her legs began to collapse, and then felt Ron lifting her in his arms. She
buried her head in his chest and wept.

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A/N: Thanks so much to all my reviewers! I really appreciate your kinds words and hope you enjoy
this last part.

**Epilogue**

*Crack!*

“Hello, darling sister! You're here early I see.”

Ginny punched George playfully in the arm, fully used to how he entered the store every day.
“I'm always here before you, you lazy lie-about!”

Ginny looked around the now orderly Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes shop with satisfaction.
Since she had begun working there a week and a half ago, the shop's appearance had improved
dramatically. She had organized the shelves and paperwork, making it much easier to fill orders
quickly, and keep track of inventory. Ginny was paying off her debt to her twin brothers, and was
making sure they got their money's worth.

George went to join Fred in the larger back room that they had converted into a laboratory/stock
room. Every now and then, Ginny would hear a *Bang!**,* and Fred or George would call
out, “We're all right!”, before Ginny had to come back to check on them.

A smaller room to the side was their break room, complete with a couch, refrigerator, sink, and
table. Ginny was getting used to the muggle telly on the table that Fred and George had charmed to
pick up a few BBC channels and a Sky Sports Channel. They had gotten hooked on muggle football, as
evidenced by the Arsenal scarves and posters that hung on the wall.

Ginny resumed her straightening. She usually flooed over to Diagon Alley from the Burrow every
morning at eight to prepare the store for opening. Fred and George typically apparated down from
their apartment above the store a good hour or two later. Ginny got onto them good-naturedly, and
she was having fun working with the twins.

It had been a long time since she had enjoyed herself this much. As she continued to arrange the
stock, Ginny allowed her mind to drift over the past school year that had proven so difficult. She
had decided to spend Christmas at Hogwarts with Ron, Hermione and Harry. Harry had thought about
inviting them to spend it at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, which Sirius had left to him, but decided
he wasn't ready for that yet. The Order was still meeting there, and the four of them did visit
for dinner twice during the holidays. Ginny enjoyed seeing her parents during those visits, but
wasn't ready to talk with them about Draco quite yet. Her mother noticed that she had lost
weight, but Ginny was able to pass that off as O.W.L. year stress.

Ron, Hermione, and Harry had tried to keep Ginny busy with snowball fights, sledding, and visits
to Hagrid's. In the evenings after dinner, they would sit by the fire and drink hot chocolate,
kindly provided by Dobby. Or, sometimes, they would practice spells and work on homework. After
Christmas break, Hermione made it her project to help Ginny and Luna study for their O.W.L.s by
setting up study schedules and practice questions, which Hermione checked and returned. Much of
their time was spent in the library, to Ron and Harry's dismay.

Valentine's Day had rolled around. Ginny had been dreading it, and hadn't wanted to get
out of bed that day. It was difficult enough watching Harry and Hermione, as well as Ron and Luna,
on normal days. Hermione coaxed her to breakfast, and while Ginny was nibbling on her toast, a
school owl flew in and dropped a single red rose in front of her. She picked it up and buried her
face in it, drinking in the spicy fragrance. The stem speared through a small piece of parchment
that read, *`Never forget.'* Ginny knew better than to turn around. Instead, she hugged
Ron, who whispered back, “I didn't send that…”

“I know.” Ginny responded with a quiet smile.

“Oh, right…” comprehension dawned on Ron's face.

Ginny thought she had done rather well on her O.W.L. exams, but was quite glad they were over.
There was, of course, the expected uprising of Voldemort after the Death Eaters escaped Azkaban
again in March. But thanks to Dumbledore and the Order, Voldemort was held back once again from
ascending to power, and they were thankful not one of the Order was lost in the battle this time.
The Daily Prophet had announced the next day that the Death Eaters were back in Azkaban, but for
how long was anybody's guess.

Although the months had slightly dulled her pain, she still found herself grieving for Draco,
often when her mind was otherwise unoccupied. Her fingers went to her collar where Draco's
necklace rested. Hermione had kept the necklace from that day in the bathroom, repaired it, and
gave it back to Ginny the next day. She hadn't taken it off since then. They had been so
careful trying not to even look at each other, but once, Ginny fancied that she saw a glint of
silver around Draco's neck as he leaned over to retrieve a dropped book from the floor of the
corridor.

Ginny mentally shook off her thoughts and continued her work. The store was due to open in ten
minutes. Already, she saw two young boys peering through the window at her. Smiling, Ginny pointed
her wand at the front door. *“Alohomora!”* The boys heard the lock click and, grinning, opened
the door, which caused a firework-like noise to resound through the shop.

“Wow! Hi, Ginny!” the first boy said as the other grinned at her.

Ginny rolled her eyes at this new sound Fred and George had charmed the door to produce to
announce customers. This one would have to stop, or she'd have a headache by noon.

“Hello, boys. What'll it be today?”

“We'll just have a look for a bit, all right?”

“Please do.”

Ginny hummed a bit as she finished arranging a display. Fred walked in from the back. “Open
already?”

“Can't disappoint our two best customers.” Ginny tilted her head towards the boys.

Fred smiled and headed over to them. George was standing in the lab's doorway looking at his
watch. “Hmm, Ginny, why don't you go ahead and take a break. We can handle the front for a
while.”

“Are you sure? Well, thanks, then. I think I will before we get too busy.” Ginny headed toward
the break room and closed the door behind her. She crossed over and got some bottled water from the
fridge—another muggle item she was growing used to. She had just sat down to watch the telly when
she was startled to the floor by a *crack!*

“Honestly Fred, can't you just…” Ginny said in annoyance, as she picked herself up and came
face to face with…Draco.

Ginny gasped and leaped into his arms with a squeal of delight. Draco's arms enfolded her
and his lips sought hers hungrily. Ginny finally pulled back, and asked breathlessly, “What are you
doing here!?”

Draco's lips quirked, “What do you think?”

“Yes, but how…?”

“Fred and George.”

“What d'you mean, `Fred and George'?”

“Remember at the cave, when Fred asked Ron to take you out while he and George stayed? After
giving me their version of the Spanish Inquisition about my relationship with you, they advised me
to learn to Apparate.”

Ginny smiled and shook her head. “They never said what they talked about with you, and I never
asked.”

“It wasn't easy, but I learned. I passed the test yesterday morning and owled them. Fred and
George sent me the information I needed to be able to Apparate to this room, and what time to be
here. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this…”

“Oh yes, I do. I could kill Fred and George for not telling me the plan.” Ginny said.

“I guess they wanted to keep quiet `til they knew I was serious, and able to pull this off. I
asked them in my letter yesterday to let this morning be a surprise.”

Draco grinned as he pulled Ginny down on the couch with him and held her in his lap. He ran his
hands from her face into her hair, gazing into her shining eyes, and then crushed his lips to hers.
His tongue gained entrance to her mouth, and he pulled her closer. Draco's hands moved from her
hair down her back and she could feel his muscles working as he shifted her around to lie beneath
him on the couch. “I've dreamed of this for months and now…” Draco said, breathing raggedly as
he gazed into Ginny's eyes.

“Now you've got the real thing.” Ginny ran her fingers around his neck, and played with the
silver chain that rested there.

“I've never taken it off.”

Ginny wrapped her arms around Draco and pulled him down to her. She kissed him passionately,
enjoying the feel of his body on top of hers. Finally, Draco lifted his lips from Ginny's,
“We'd better stop …your brother's shop isn't exactly where I want to…”

Ginny ran her hands through his hair and nodded. “Draco I'm so happy to be with you but…what
about your father…?”

“He's still our problem…but you and the twins are the only ones that know that I can
Apparate. I kind-of modified the examiner's memory after he handed my license to me.” The
corners of Draco's mouth lifted slightly. “I think I'm safe to come here, but obviously
this won't work at school next year.”

“Well,” began Ginny slowly, “there's Hogsmeade. Could you Apparate to the cave from
Hogsmeade on those days, and we could meet there?”

“That might work…” Draco replied, considering. “I'm trying to learn to Apparate
quietly.”

Draco leaned down to Ginny and pressed his lips softly against hers. “I do know I don't want
to be without you. I can't do that again…I just have to find a way to keep you safe.”

Ginny nodded. “We'll find a way…”

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