Time

A/N: This was inspired by the Dixie Chick’s Travelin’ Soldier, but isn’t in direct accordance with it. Ha ha! This is my second fic written mostly through letters! I hope you like it. It’s a little one sided. Also, it isn't beta-read (I don't have one!!!) so please don't kill me if there are any mistakes. I tried really hard to get all of them.

Time

By VirtualFaerie

Ginny sat on the front steps of Hogwarts with a journal sitting open in her lap, a quill poised over the paper. She twirled the tip of it in her mouth, staring off into the distance, not really thinking of anything in particular.

“I’m leaving,” he said, stepping up behind her quietly.

“I know,” said Ginny, not turning around. “I hope you’re going to the right side.”

“The right one for me or for you?” Draco asked. She could hear the amusement in his voice. Why he would be amused about something like that was beyond her. His life depended on that decision. It wasn’t something to joke about and he knew it.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “The right side for anyone. Don’t kid about this.” She flipped her journal shut and set it down beside her, taking the quill out of her mouth and twisting in around in her fingers.

He sat down next to her, smoothing out the folds of his luxuriously dark robes. “I picked the right side for me,” he said evasively, looking over at her. She tightened her jaw and kept her eyes trained to the quill. He reached out and touched her shoulder. She stiffened, but his fingers just rubbed against the thin fabric of her shirt. “My parents won’t be pleased though,” he said morosely.

The corners of Ginny’s mouth turned up. “That’s an understatement,” she laughed.

He took his hand off of her shoulder and Ginny felt it grow cold where his fingers had been. He leaned back against the stairs, propping himself up on the next level with his elbows. “I won’t have anyone to write to,” he said.

Ginny frowned and looked back at him. “What about me?”

Draco smirked. “Oh, right, forgot about you.” She reached over and smacked his head playfully. “Hey! Hey! Watch the hair,” warned Draco, bringing his hands up to smooth his hair.

“You better write me. I might have to send you a howler if you don’t. I’m sure you’d just love getting one of those, wouldn’t you?” she said, grinning at him.

“Yeah?” he said, standing up. “I will. Just thought I’d…” He ran a hand through his hair. “I just thought I’d tell you I’d picked.”

Ginny smiled at him. “I’m glad you did.” She stood up and wrapped her arms around him quickly, then pulled away and looked up at him nervously. “Come back.”

His mouth tilted as he looked at her, his eyes softening. “I’ll try,” he said.

She blinked. “No, you’re coming back.”

He shrugged and started to walk away. “I can’t make any promises, you never know what’ll happen.” Ginny rubbed the back of her hand against her closed eyes, wiping away any tears that had welled up in her eyes.

*#*#*#*#*

Weasley,

I said I’d write you a letter, didn’t I? Yeah, maybe I didn’t exactly say it, but I’m writing you one anyways. No one else really cares that I’m here anyways. My mother won’t even talk to me anymore – my father threatened to kill me. Wonderful family, aren’t they?

I’ve been in training for the last two weeks. Everyone’s riding my ass and accusing me of being a spy. I’ve already been under a Veritaserum twice. I swear if they try to put me under it again I’m leaving. No one trusts me here.

- Draco Malfoy

~

Virginia (No way am I calling you Ginny.),

They’re moving me to some station in Wales tomorrow, after that I go through a little more training and then I’ll be sent right into the direct action. You’ve probably already heard a lot about that from Potter and your brother. It’s getting nasty, but I’m sure it would be a hell of a lot better than sitting in these hell holes of camps just going through stupid drills everyday – just waiting for them to send you off to die.

That’s right, we’re probably going to die. I know what you’re going to say, Virginia, and we’re fighting a losing battle. You don’t know how much power the Dark Lord has backing him.

Anyways, it was nice getting your letter and those cookies. The guys were so jealous.

- Draco

~

Virginia, (You shouldn’t have told me that. Maybe we can fix it next time I see you. Don’t look at me like that, I know you want me.)

I’m in Wales. It’s awful. But, it’s almost Christmas and they’ve decided that I can go home for a week, not that there’s really anywhere for me to go. I guess it’ll be a nice break from all the training though. It’s ridiculous how much you have to go through. Most of this stuff they’re teaching us I already knew.

You know your letters smell like you? You’re driving all the guys in my tent mad. Especially with that picture of you in that dress. That’s a very nice dress. I’m sure it would look better on the floor though… Just kidding! I can imagine the look on your face right now, and let me tell you, you look better smiling.

- Draco

~

Ginny, (I give up!)

I don’t know about staying at your parents’ house for Christmas. Won’t your brother and Potter be there? I don’t imagine they’d fancy the idea of me being there. I don’t want to ruin your Christmas by fighting with them. I know you wouldn’t like that. Not that I wouldn’t want to see you, I’m just sure your family wouldn’t want to see me. No one really does – but I’m getting used to it.

I picked up a Christmas present for you yesterday. I’m not going to send it to you just yet because I know you won’t be able to wait to open it. But I do know that you’ll like it.

Can I say something? You make the best damn ginger-snaps I’ve ever had. I only got one though. Guys in my tent stole the rest of them. Nasty buggers they are.

Yeah, yeah, I miss you too,

Draco

~

Ginny,

I admit it, I had a nice time with your family for Christmas. And I really enjoyed making those ginger-snaps with you – but don’t write about that!! If the guys get a hold of my letter’s they’ll tease me relentlessly. I’m a Malfoy – I shouldn’t get teased.

I’m glad I was right about that dress. It does look much better on the floor. Oh, don’t look like that, you know you enjoyed every minute of it, I can even see you smiling now. To tell you the truth, sometimes thinking of your smile is the only thing that keeps me from going insane out here. That and the fact that your letters always smell like you.

Miss you,

Draco

~

Ginny,

We’re off to the base just outside of the Dark Lord’s HQ tomorrow. I feel like everything we’ve learned at these stupid camps is going to be completely useless once we get out on the battlefield. Hopefully, thinking of you will keep me from going completely insane.

I’m not sure when I’m going to be able to write again, it seems like I’m going to be pretty busy from here on out, but I promise that I’ll try to write whenever I can.

I miss love you,

Draco

~

Ginny,

This has got to be short, I’ve got five minutes before we move in on Voldemort. Your smile has gotten me this far, let’s hope it’ll get me a little further. I can’t wait to get back to you and feel your kisses again.

Love you,

Draco

P.S. I’ve got the ribbon you sent tied ‘round my arm.

*#*#*#*#*

Ginny was sitting in the Great Hall, digging into her breakfast, her hand resting on the small bundle of letters in her pocket, smiling slightly. Colin was sitting next to her, shoving a few sausages in his mouth, glancing through a letter he’d gotten from his mother.

Dumbledore stood up from his chair at the front of the hall, gathering all the students’ attention. The chattering died down, as they turned their eyes up to him expectantly. He cleared his throat. “As you are all quite aware, a large portion of the Ministry’s troops moved into Voldemort’s Head Quarter’s last night.” He smiled, “And I’m pleased to report that they fought the best to their ability, with Mr. Harry Potter at their head, and took down Voldemort for the last time.”

He waited for the news to sink in, as the buzzing chatter started back up around the hall. Ginny grinned and looked over at Colin. “Can you believe it?!” she said excitedly, thinking about seeing Draco again. She’d been aching for him. “This means it’s over!”

“I know,” said Colin, beaming.

“But,” Dumbledore interrupted the talking. “Of course, with our victory came many casualties. Many of them were students here at our school.” He pulled out a piece of parchment from his robes and unrolled it slowly, fixing the perch of his glasses on his nose.

He started reading.

Ginny pulled her letters out of her pocket, and began re-reading them slowly, savoring every one of Draco’s words, tracing her fingers over his elegant handwriting.

“Draco Malfoy…Dana Morgan…”

Ginny stopped breathing and looked up at Dumbledore with wide eyes, his words echoing in her ears. “Draco Malfoy…” The letters fell from her limp fingers to the floor, and her heart ached. Tears pushed to her eyes, spilling out rapidly in a small torrent that ran down her cheeks.

“Draco Malfoy…”

Colin looked at her curiously, and picked the letters up for her, pushing them back into her pocket. “Ginny? What’s wrong?” he asked concernedly.

Ginny let out a choked breath and stood up from the table, rushing out of the hall quickly, sobbing quietly. She collapsed in a corner, and pulled her knees up to her chest, pressing her face into her knees, tears flowing from her eyes unyieldingly. Draco, her Draco, was gone. He had been killed. He told her that it would happen. She shouldn’t have…

I love you.

His words flashed in front of her eyes.

She felt his fingers, his hands, all over her skin. She felt his breath against her neck. She felt his skin under her fingertips. She could see his eyes, looking at her softly. She could hear his voice. She could smell his scent. She could feel his soft hair in her hands. She could see his letters. She could see her name written in his script. She could hear his voice reading the letters to her at Christmas. She could feel his lips on hers.

She let out a hoarse cry and slumped up against the wall, still crying. “Why?” she murmured. “Why…? We didn’t have enough time…”

I love you.

“I love you too,” she whispered. “I love you too.”

A/N: This would be the part where Draco goes to the Burrow to visit Ginny during Christmas. Yes, the dress ends up on the floor. Be nice. My first smut. Why I wrote it… I have no idea… I’m insane like that. *wibbles* Please don’t hurt me!

Time

By VirtualFaerie

Draco stood leaning against the doorway of the kitchen, watching Ginny bustle around. Her hair was supremely messy, strands falling out of the rubber band that had been holding them away from her face. The ginger-red tendrils brushed against the back of her neck and her cheeks gently, begging to be smoothed back by Draco’s fingers.

“What are you cooking?” asked Draco, pushing himself off of the doorjamb, coming to stand behind Ginny.

She whipped her head around and looked up at him with wide eyes. “You scared me. What are you doing sneaking up behind people, eh?” She poked him in the chest with a sugar coated finger.

He raised an eyebrow. “Did you just get sugar on my shirt?”

She frowned and looked down at his black shirt; there was a small sprinkling of sugar where she had poked. “I did. You going to do something about it?”

“Not now, just wait,” he said, looking past her to the counter. “So what’s it that you’re cooking?”

She grinned and stepped back so that he could see all of her ingredients sitting out on the counter. “I was getting ready to make ginger-snaps. I wanted to make you some more before you had to go back to camp since you liked them so much before.”

“You know, no one’s ever baked me anything. Only you.”

“Really? Not even your mother?” said Ginny, turning back to the counter and opening a bag of flour.

“No. She didn’t go near the kitchens.”

“Oh, well, baking is really comforting. It always helps me.” She looked over her shoulder at him. She pushed some hair out of her face, smearing flour across her cheek. “Would you like to help me?”

Draco blinked. “You want me to help you bake?”

She smiled. “Come on, it’s not so bad. You’ll like it, I promise.”

“Ahuh, sure,” said Draco, stepping up next to her, not really sure if he was liking what he was getting into. “We’ll see.”

-

Ginny pulled the pan of ginger-snaps from the oven and set them on a couple of pot holders. Draco watched her and reached over to grab one of them from the pan. “No!” said Ginny, reaching out to smack his hand with her spatula. “They’re hot, you’ll burn your hands.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “And I’m really going to care.”

“You’d burn your tongue too. Then you wouldn’t be able to enjoy any other Christmas treats,” patronized Ginny, spreading a cookie sheet on the counter.

Draco raised his eyebrows and smirked. “What would these other Christmas treats be?”

“Sweets,” said Ginny obliviously, sliding her spatula under some of the ginger-snaps, moving them to the cookie sheet before they stuck to the pan.

Draco came up behind her and snaked his arms around her waist. She tensed slightly, then went back to getting the ginger-snaps off of the pan. Draco pressed his lips to the side of her neck, sliding his tongue out against her skin. “You taste sweet to me,” he said huskily.

The spatula fell out of Ginny’s hand and clattered to the floor. Draco tightened his hold around her waist and pressed light kisses to her neck. “Draco...” Ginny said quietly. “Not in the kitchen.”

“Shh,” Draco murmured, not taking his lips off of her skin. He shifted her around in his arms so that she was facing him, and lifted her up slightly, setting her on the counter.

“My parents are in the next room.”

“Hush, Ginny, they won’t know,” said Draco, kissing the freckles on her cheeks gently. He rubbed his thumb down the side of her neck and kissed all across her cheeks, and down her nose to her pink lips. Ginny tried to scoot back, and put her left hand down, right on top of the hot cookie pan.

“Ouch,” she hissed, jerking her hand off of the pan.

“You know, if you’d just relaxed, that wouldn’t have happened,” Draco said softly, picking her hand up in his, turning it over so her palm faced up. He lowered his lips down to her hand and pressed them against it lightly, touching the tip of his tongue to the center of her palm.

Ginny sucked in a low breath, but didn’t draw her hand away. Draco kissed to her wrist slowly, and up the tender skin of her inner arm to her shoulder, where the strap of her dress had slid off of her shoulder slightly. He kissed her milky white skin dusted in light freckles, then moved his lips up her neck and back to her lips.

Ginny’s lips pressed up against his softly, placing a hand on his shoulder, pulling him closer to her. Her other hand wandered down to the cookie sheet and picked up a ginger-snap. She brought it up and moved back away from him slowly. He parted his lips and she put some of the soft cookie into his mouth. Draco pulled her crumb laden fingers up to his mouth and closed his lips around them, licking the crumbs off slowly. Ginny let out a small mewling sound and took her fingers away, leaning forward to kiss him hungrily, dipping her tongue into his mouth to taste the sweet and tanginess the ginger-snap had left behind.

Groaning into her mouth, Draco scooped her up against him and carried her up the stairs, keeping his lips firmly attached to hers.

He nudged the door of her room open with his foot and walked inside quickly, lowering Ginny to her stuffed animal crowded bed. He raised an eyebrow on site of them, and Ginny giggled, pushing them to the floor.

Draco sank down to the bed beside her, planting soft kisses along her neck. Ginny pulled him up to her and pressed feverish kisses to his lips. He slid his hands up her arms and pushed the straps of her dress off of her shoulders. Ginny reached up and pulled Draco’s shirt over his head, taking her lips off of his only for a brief moment before touching to them again heatedly.

Winding an arm around her waist, Draco lifted Ginny up against him, and his fingers found the zipper to the back of her dress and slid it down quickly. He gripped the bottom of her dress and pulled it off of her slowly, savoring the sight of every bit of creamy skin that was uncovered.

The dress came all the way off and was dropped to the ground. Draco leaned forward to brush his lips against Ginny’s roughly, murmuring, “Much better on the floor.”

Ginny’s hands fluttered down Draco’s stomach and rested at the waistband of his pants, taking the button between her fingers and slipping it out deftly. Draco closed his eyes and moved his hands down to cover Ginny’s, helping her press down his zipper and pull his pants off.

Ginny moaned into his mouth as he dropped back down to her, swirling his tongue around hers slowly, treasuring her sugary taste.

Draco kissed his way down her neck, to her shoulders. His lips touched the edge of her bra as he worked his way down, stopping to reach behind her and undo the clasp of her bra, lifting it away from her. He continued kissing downward slowly, his lips grazing her hardening nipples. She gasped and arched her back to him slightly, bringing her hands down to weave her fingers through his hair.

He kissed her breast gently, flicking his tongue out against her nipple. His other hand was tracing up her side lightly before it rested on her other breast, kneading it into his hand slowly. He circled his tongue around her nipple leisurely, tugging its twin inbetween his fingers gently. She moaned and placed her hands on his shoulders, pulling him back up to kiss him ravenously.

Draco brought one hand up to cup the back of her head, to press her lips to his harder, and let the other wander down her stomach, fingers sliding into her panties. Ginny squirmed a little under his touch, but his fingers pushed their way through her soft curls and rubbed at her gently, making her purr into his mouth. Draco grinned against her lips and slipped a finger inside of her.

“Mmm,” she sighed against his lips, pressing her hips down harder on his hand. Draco took his hand away and she cried out softly. She opened her eyes and looked at him hazily. Her look was complaintive. The corner of her mouth turned up and she ran her hand down his stomach, and felt him hard in her hand through his boxers.

She hooked her fingers around the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down; he helped her get them off and tossed them to the side. He went back up and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “You sure you want to do this?” he asked quietly, gazing at her lustfully.

Ginny looked back at him for a moment. “Yes.”

Draco pulled off her panties and settled himself on top of her gently, pressing into her slowly. She moaned loudly as he slid into her, relishing the feel of him inside of her. He pulled back again slowly, and his thrusts became quicker, pushing deep inside of her. She cried out and gripped his arms tightly, bucking her hips up against his.

Groaning harshly, Draco dove into her again, roughly, feeling her tense around him, his own climax beginning to pulse through him. Ginny moaned and pressed her head back up against her pillows, her breathing labored, then she shuddered against him and let out a small scream, that was silenced quickly by Draco kissing her fiercely.

Draco collapsed down beside her, and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her hot sweaty skin stuck to his delightfully. He placed small butterfly kisses along the back of her shoulders.

“That was...” Ginny said softly, turning to face him.

“Shhh,” said Draco, kissing her eyelids. Draco looked over her and saw her dress lying in a discarded heap. “You know, that dress looks fabulous on the floor.”