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Summary: A conversation in French... A thestral's love... A confrontation... Will Ginevra Weasley pass them by untouched? Ginny felt as if she was caught in a trap. Two pairs of icy warm eyes glared at her from the doorway, and one pair of beseeching ice ones gazed at her from a chair. “It’s getting late Ginny,” growled Ron.

“It is only half past seven,” Draco said sharply. “We have a few things we need to discuss.”

“I don’t see why you need to discuss anything with Gin-” Ron began rudely.

“Actually Ron, I think it’s my choice. You guys go ahead, I’ll see you later.”

Reluctantly, the trio left with Draco looking on straight-faced. “This had better be important,” she snapped once she had closed the door.

“Ginny…” he stood up and crossed the floor to her, enveloping her hands in his for a moment.

“Draco,” she whimpered. “We agreed-”

“We didn’t agree anything Ginevra. You laid down the law, with me having no say in it. I’ll have my say now. I can’t be apart from you anymore, Gin. The prophecy is just a prophecy, and we don’t know that it’s true, but I’m dying with not being able to hold you.” He stroked her cheek gently and a shiver passed through her. “I need you. Please.”

“If it’s true…” she whispered.

“Then I’ll accept the consequences. Ginny, I don’t care much for life. I never have. At the beginning of this year, I was contemplating just ending it.” Ginny gasped, and flinched as if she had been hit. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. “But when I’m with you I couldn’t even think of dying. If the prophecy’s true Gin, then either way I’m going to die, but at least if I’m with you I get some time. Some good times. But if it’s not true…”

“Then it’s happily ever after,” Ginny finished for him, still crying.

“As much as a ‘happy ever after’ can be for a Malfoy anyway,” he replied wryly. “Ginny, please.”

She was still crying. She could see the sense in what he was saying, but so many things seemed to be telling her to just walk away. After a conflicting battle between her rationality and her heart, she managed to whisper one thing. “Okay.”

He leaned forward and kissed her and she felt a great rushing joy overwhelm her. It’s meant to be, we’re meant to be! The thought ran through her head again and again, in the privacy of her mind that she dwelt in when Draco was not there. She tasted him again, inhaled his scent, breathed in his essence with every gasp. It was if she was an amputee who had suddenly been given back her limb, better than before.

I wish this never ends.

It never will.
She jumped a little at his thought- she hadn’t been aware she was in his mind.

I have to go. She was very pleased with this way of communicating; it meant she could talk to him without breaking off from the kiss.

Why? His tongue darted into her mouth, and she let out a small moan.

My brother is expecting me to be having a quick chat about our dueling timetable. He’ll be furious if I don’t come for hours.

Do you care?

She bit gently on his lip, feeling him stiffen and shiver under her touch… She loved that she could do this to him. No.

They kissed for minutes- it was really hours. They kissed for hours- t’was only minutes. They lost all sense of time and space- there was only them. She spent time in his mind, him picking out memories he thought would please her or make her laugh, and then she did the same for him. Hesitantly, she showed him waking up in the Chamber of Secrets, images of her writing to Tom Riddle, scared and frightened memories of standing somewhere and not knowing how you got there. He held her close to him and simply listened.

Finally she broke away, lips tingling as the castle clock struck midnight. Wordlessly, she packed her bag and ran, stopping at the door to blow a kiss behind her. She only just caught the whispered thought in her mind: And so Cinderella runs from the Prince. But the Prince always finds her.

When she reached the common room, there was only Hermione, sitting and reading. The girl put her book aside though when Ginny entered and Ginny caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her lips were redder than usual and her hair was a mess. The top two buttons of her shirt were undone.

“Hello, Hermione,” she said somewhat awkwardly.

“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” Hermione replied simply. Ginny jolted back and was prepared to deny it all when she saw the kindness and sympathy in the older girl’s eyes. She sank to the floor and sat cross legged, chin resting on her hands.

“Please don’t tell Harry or Ron,” Ginny pleaded.

“I won’t. They’ll find out though, you know. They’re not going to be happy. Ron’s got the ‘older brother’ thing in full power and Harry still likes you.”

“I know. I just… I just don’t want things to be complicated in my life for once. I want to be able to go out with who I want and Ron not to care.” She looked down.

“I hardly think things are going to be simple when you’re going out with Draco Malfoy: son of your family’s worst enemy and your brother’s worst enemy. Draco Malfoy: hater of Muggles and Muggle borne. Draco Malfoy: school bully.” Ginny thought she detected a hint
of bitterness in Hermione’s voice.

“Draco Malfoy: boy who likes me more than anyone else ever has.”

“Yes, I think he does,” Hermione said softly.

“Hermione, how do you know?”

“It’s very obvious, Ginny,” she laughed gently. “He can’t keep his eyes off you- you can’t stop looking at him. You come back from a time with a lot of prolonged, private communication with him and you were just about glowing. You come the next morning broken hearted and Malfoy’s looking at you over breakfast like he’s going to die. Of course, seeing this afternoon’s exhibition was the clincher.”

“If it’s so damn obvious, how come Harry and Ron don’t know?” Ginny snapped. Hermione, luckily, did not take offense.

“Because Harry didn’t know that Cho was falling for him until I explicitly pointed it out. Because I’ve been trying to show your brother that I like him for two years and he still hasn’t caught on, even though-” she suddenly seemed to realise what she was saying and covered her mouth.

“I knew it!” exclaimed Ginny gleefully.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” Hermione murmured, blushing.

“He likes you Hermione,” Ginny said quietly.

“I think, Gin, that I’ll wait for him to say that. But I’m getting tired of waiting. After this year I’m going to spend some time in Europe. Relax for a while, you know? And- and it’ll be just me, by myself,” she said determinedly. “Unless… unless…”

Ginny nodded, understanding. “He doesn’t think you care,” she whispered.

“I know. I’ve said it before; I’ll say it again: Ron has the emotional span of a teaspoon.”

Ginny laughed. “You’re right there. I better go to bed.”

“Yes, I bet you’re right worn out from all that dueling practice,” Hermione said sarcastically.

Ginny giggled quietly, then stretched and yawned. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Ginny.”

She turned and began to walk up the stairs. On the top step she turned. “ ‘Mione?”


“Thank you.”

Hermione looked up and smiled warmly. “You’re welcome Gin. Just… be careful.”

Ginny nodded, and made her way up to bed. She lay on her mattress and her heart soared to the clouds. Sleep would just not come upon her, for every time she was about to drift off she’d remember something he’d said, something he’d done, some way that he had kissed her. She crossed to the window, and hung out of it for a while, feeling with pleasure the cool breeze on her face. Owls circled in the moonlight and somewhere, in the darkness of shadows that loomed under the castle a silver shape cantered. Ginny narrowed her eyes and with a sudden smile realised what it was; a Thestral.


Harry Potter could not sleep. He lay on the bed, wondering how it could have gotten to that stage under his very nose- how blind he had been! He knew now… and it all made sense, really. He had been a fool. What had he done, he wondered, to make her fall in love with their worst enemy? Was he that bad a boyfriend? She smelt so sweet, he remembered. Like honey and cream and cinnamon and the sweetest of brown sugar. And he had lost her.

“Ginny, what have you done?” he whispered.


Draco Malfoy lay wide awake on his bed. His eyes watched the ceiling thoughtfully, and he smiled slightly to himself. She was so beautiful, and her taste and scent drove him mad. He had taken a cold shower first thing when he got bad, and he had been shivering when he got out; not from the coldness of the shower but from her touch. He felt a terrible desire to laugh; Ginny Weasley, overlooked by so many was no longer scared- and all because he had found her.

On an impulse, he crossed to the window and sat on the sill, reminiscent of Ginevra Weasley. He reached for his wand, and cast a spell, one that was being watched by Ginny Weasley. It was not hard- all he had to do was remember this evening.


The next day, Ginny practically leapt out of bed. She went to the window and watched the rain pour down, smiling at the memory of last night. And another good thing; it was Saturday, which meant no lessons, which meant hours alone with him- finally. Grinning and humming slightly to herself, she leaned out the window and let the rain batter her face.

She detected a dark small shape battling its way to her through the downpour. As it got closer, she realised it was an owl, which was strange as it could easily have waited for the rain to ease off and deliver whatever the letter was at breakfast. She was even more surprised (and delighted) as with a final great effort it threw itself across the rushing wind and into her dormitory. The letter tied to its claw read: To Ginevra Weasley.

Smiling, she placed the letter on her bed then went to a corner, where the sixth year girls had constructed a magical coffee maker. Pouring a dish of warm milk, she handed it to the owl, which gratefully pecked at it. Soon the beautiful bird left and Ginny settled herself onto the bed to read her letter.

Dear Ginny,
I wanted to let this get to you before breakfast but I’m not sure if you are awake, so I’m sending this by owl rather than just mind speaking to you. Can you meet me straight after breakfast in the Astronomy Tower? I fancy a change of scene from the Room of Requirement and it is desolate enough. Reply if you can’t make it, but otherwise I presume I’ll see you there.

She smiled again, and immediately took a shower. She washed her hair with a new shampoo that was scented- it made her smell lovely. She dressed in a pair of jeans and a long sleeved dark green silk top; guessing and hoping that he would like the color. She placed a simple charm on her hair that dried it, waves bouncing upon her shoulders.

She looked into the mirror and studied her face. She was not a beauty, she decided. But she would do, for now.

Breakfast seemed to take forever. Her eyes were bright with excitement and she kept looking up and finding his eyes resting upon her. As if by mutual agreement they did not speak mind to mind, instead just letting the powers of sight do all the work. She did not notice Hermione’s knowing grins, nor Harry’s paleness. A smile danced upon her lips and she almost laughed with the pure joy of knowing she was going to see him.

It had never been like this with Harry. It never could have, she realised. She had discovered that there was so much more to be had in a relationship, and Harry could never have given any of it to her, much as he tried.

After finishing her breakfast she looked to the Slytherin table and realised he had left while she was wasn’t looking. Slipping out of her chair and exchanging a sly glance with Hermione, Ginny snuck out of the Great Hall and made her way to the Astronomy Tower.
He was already there, waiting for her. She suddenly blushed a little, shyness coming over her. What would she say now? “Um, hello,” she managed in a tiny voice. In answer, he crossed the meter between them swiftly and kissed her on the lips. She immediately snuck her hands around his neck while he let his hands get lost in her mane of hair. They intensified the kiss, and he was just creeping his tongue in when…

“What the hell is going on here?”

They sprang apart like startled rabbits and Ginny met with the unpleasant sight of seeing Pansy Parkinson glaring at her.

“Parkinson,” Draco said his voice a little husky. He cleared his throat impatiently. “Look, I can explain…”

“Bullshit! Do the words your father mean anything to you? What about Slytherin and Gryffindor? Ring a bell? Draco, what d’you think you’re doing?” She repeated, her voice slightly panicked.

“Nothing. I swear, Parkinson, there’s nothing happening. It was just a kiss!” Ginny backed away a little.

“She’s a Weasley!”

“And you’re a Slytherin,” Ginny butted in, voice cold. “Rude, uncultured, uncouth. You wouldn’t know about anything further then your own nose, let alone anything about me.”

“C'est tout que vous savez!” Pansy muttered under her breath. Ginny did not hear.

“The whole bunch of you are mean, evil bastards and I hope the lot of you rot in hell! I-”

Pansy Parkinson interrupted her. “Tu ne sais rien de serpents,” she hissed. Ginny stared at her, uncomprehending.

“Ne faites pas l'amusement d'elle.” Draco’s voice came in suddenly.

“Et pourquoi pas?”

He did not speak for a long time, but when he did his voice was very, very quiet. “Because…” he looked over at Ginny, but then very quietly answered in what Ginny guessed was French. “Je l’aime.”

“Vous êtes un traiteur!” Pansy yelled.

“Non.” his reply sounded almost afraid.

“Oui, vous êtes!”

“Je ne sais qui je sais,” he said quietly, and Ginny’s
heart almost broke at the terrible sadness in his voice.

Pansy Parkinson spat at his feet then turned on her heel and strode out.

Draco leaned back against the wall and seemed to be thinking deeply. When he spoke finally, his voice was smooth and nonchalant as ever. “I’m sorry you had to see that. This will have some impact on us. The whole school should know about us before the end of the day.”

“As if I care,” Ginny said bitterly.
Of all the reactions Draco had expected from her, this definitely was not one. “Ginny?” he said a little uncertainly. “What- what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she snapped. “That’s exactly it, isn’t it? Nothing. Just a kiss, after all.” She turned away, afraid that she mightn’t be able to keep the tears back for much longer.

“Oh fuck Ginny,” he retorted. “You know that I couldn’t possibly explain anything about us. It’s too complicated.”

“Does she know about the prophecy too then?” she said softly, back still turned.

“No.” he hesitated. “I never told anyone else but you.”

“Oh. Why me?”

“Do I really need to explain that to you?” He said gently, walking towards her. She shivered a little at his closeness to her, and shook her head. He kissed her neck gently, inhaling her scent. “You’re wearing perfume,” he said abruptly.

“No,” she murmured breathing in hard as he did delicious things to her skin. “It’s a scented shampoo.

D’you like it?”

“It’s very nice, I suppose.”


“It blocks out your own scent,” he whispered in her ear.

“Oh? What do I smell like, Draco?” She turned around and he pushed her against the wall, tongue exploring her mouth. She moaned slightly under his touch.

“Like… cinnamon and fire.” She closed her eyes.

“Draco,” she whispered.


“I don’t speak French.”

“No, I didn’t think so.”

“But my father does.”

“Oh?” she noticed a slight nervousness about him and he pulled away a little. She leaned against the wall, eyes holding his, and his elbow leaned only centimeters from hers, facing her full on.

“Yes. He used to sing a little song to me every night in French when I was little. And it was about pure love. I know it still.” She paused, and then sang in a lovely lilting voice.

“Elle est belle,
avec ses cheveux ardents,
vert d'yeux comme bijoux,
elle ne sera jamais la mienne,
mais je l'aime,
je l'aime.”

“That’s lovely,” he said, trying to act as if he didn’t particularly care.

“Isn’t it? I don’t know what most of it means, save the last line.”


“Yes. Did I- did I mishear you, Draco?” He looked down and she gently placed her small fingers under his chin, pulling his head up to look at her.

“I- I don’t know what I think.”

“Okay,” she looked away and let her hand fall from his face. “I guess you just said it to- to get rid of Parkinson. I just- just thought, you know…hoped…”

“I can’t go against everything I stand for,” he said hoarsely.

“No, of course not.”

“My family, the prophecy, your family, your friends, our houses… there is so much that stands between us.”

“But there is always a way,” she whispered, tears pricking at her eyes.

“Is there?” his voice cracked, and a little piece of her died. “I grew up thinking there was only one way- my fathers. And then I found there was another, one that my father called the fools’ way. How can we travel down both together? They fork off from another.”

“Can’t you come with me?” she pleaded, tears falling down her cheeks.

“I want to. But what I want has never entered into my life and come true.”

“I did.”

“I didn’t want you,” he told her, and as she stiffened he rubbed his hands up and down her shoulders. “I didn’t want… to fall in love with you.”

She looked up, and wiped away her tears. A smile broke through the tearstained face. “Do you- do you mean that?”

He looked straight into her eyes. “I mean it more than anything else I’ve ever said,” he said honestly. She started crying. “What’s wrong now?” he asked, a little distressed.

“I never thought I’d hear someone say that to me,” she sniffed, half laughing through her tears.

“I never thought I’d say that,” he told her, wiping away her new tears with the pad of his thumb.

“Kiss me, please.” He complied and she felt that everything was so right. They only broke apart when the castle clock struck eleven. She laughed, from the incredible wonder of what he had said.

“Malfoy?” she giggled.


“Ferret boy?”

He scowled mockingly at her. “Yes?”

“Muggle hater?”

“Is this a joke?”

“Draco,” she whispered huskily and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.


“I love you.”

He pulled her to him ferociously and kissed her passionately, so passionately that she thought she would faint. He bit on her lip gently and she cried aloud, but not from pain. When he finally let her go she felt as if she was no longer herself, just a part that could be pulled off and reattached to Draco Malfoy at will. It was a glorious feeling. She breathed in and out hard and he studied her with a small smile tugging at the right hand corner of his mouth.

“Draco. Hermione knows. Parkinson knows. I think my friend, Tara, may know. We have to tell everyone.”

“It’s not going to be pleasant, Ginny.”

“That will be as it may. But I can’t live life as a lie anymore.”

He smiled sadly. “I know. Okay then. Oh there’s one other thing, Ginevra.” She made a face at her real name but he continued regardless. “Did you read the notice in your common room?” She shook her head. “There’s a ball coming up. A dance, that is. To quote, Dumbledore believes that it will ‘bring light in dark times’. Will you come with me?”

She smiled. “A ball! How wonderful. Of course I’ll come with you… Can you dance Malfoy?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Ginevra, I’m a Malfoy. I was forced to attend dancing lessons from the age of four.” He lifted her at the waist and effortlessly held her into the air, spinning her around. She laughed and he set her down gently.

“Goodbye,” she smiled and he pulled her towards him and kissed her.

“Goodbye,” he answered letting her go. She smiled and left the staircase at a slow walk. Silver gray eyes watched the doorway, long after she had gone.


The trio was in the common room of course, and they looked up in amusement as Ginny practically waltzed into the room.

“What’s made you so happy?” laughed Hermione, knowing something along the lines of what it must have been. Ginny did not notice Harry look down.

“Because,” she began.

“Ginny,” Harry interrupted. “Have you heard about the dance?”

“Yes!” Ginny laughed, feeling light headed.

“Will you go with me?” he blurted out. Ginny stared at him, sinking back to earth with what she imagined as a sickening thud.


“As a friend,” he explained quickly, only one thought on his mind: I have to get in first, I have to get in first!

“I can’t Harry.” she said awkwardly.

Ron looked up, raising his eyebrows. “He said as a friend, Ginny,” he reminded her.

Ginny blushed. “Yes, I know. But- I can’t…”

“Why not?” asked Harry quietly.

“Because- because I’m going with someone else already.”

Ron looked like he was going to explode. “What?” he said roughly. “You’re not going with Neville again, are you?”

Ginny looked like she was going to cry. She shook her head slowly. Hermione looked sympathetic.

“Well who are you going with?” asked Harry.

“I don’t think she needs to tell you-” Hermione began, but Ginny shook her head.

“No Hermione. They want to know- so I guess I’ll tell them.” She swallowed hard. “I’m going with Draco Malfoy.”

WHAT?” Harry and Ron jumped up as one. Hermione shook her head sadly.

“You’re joking, right?” Harry said bluntly.

Ginny shook her head determinedly. “No. And that’s- that’s not all.”

Please don’t let me be right, Harry thought desperately. Please, please don’t let me be right!

“I’m not going with him as a friend.”

Her voice had sounded rather clear over the whole common room, where many people had been eavesdropping on the conversation, and now there was complete silence. Finally, Harry managed to croak out a few words. “How long?”

“Since- since the day the Death Eaters cast the darkness spell over the castle.”

Ron dropped his quill. “Are you mad, Ginevra?”



“Ronald!” shrieked Hermione suddenly. “Nobody chooses who they fall in love with! Can’t you see how happy he’s made her? She came in here on a cloud!” Her voice softened a little. “Did you not notice him at the dueling practice? All the tripping over each other, the smiles, the way he looked at her? Nobody chooses who they fall in love with,” she repeated. “God knows if they could, I wouldn’t be standing around waiting!” With that final cryptic sentence, she stormed to the Girls Dormitory.

Her speech was again met with complete silence. Then Ron, managed in a small, squeaky voice. “What did she say?”

“She said,” Harry said bitterly. “That Malfoy-the-git has made Ginny happy and that-”

“No, not that,” Ron interrupted. “About her waiting or something.”

A small smile crept across Ginny’s face. Harry was looking at her strangely; and then he too began to grin. “I think it means,” Harry said slowly. “That you’ve still got a chance over dear Vicky.”

Ron began to grin. “I think I understand what she means!” he laughed. “Ginny, I don’t like it, but hell, I couldn’t really care at the moment! All I’m saying is, watch it. I think he sleeps with a lot of girls- you could just be another conquest.” Ginny narrowed her eyes, but then smiled reluctantly. Ron was too happy to get angry at right now.

“Harry?” she said gently.

His eyes were sad. “I don’t like it Gin.”

She smiled just as sadly back at him. “You have to let me go, Harry.”

He nodded, a lump climbing into his throat. And thus the confrontation passed, with rather better results then she had expected.


Lunch time was nearing and Ginny and the trio made their way to the Great Hall, where they were quite early so the teachers had not yet arrived and there were only a few students already seated and talking amongst themselves. They entered at the same time as Draco and a bunch of Slytherin followers (including Pansy Parkinson who glowered at Ginny) came in from the opposite door. Ginny and Draco’s eyes met, and with a slight smile, Draco quickly crossed the floor to her, and pulled her into a long kiss. She laughed as well as she could with his mouth covering hers and was happily unaware of the wolf whistles coming from the Slytherin table and the titters and hisses of surprise from the other houses.

“You two- get apart, now!” snapped the cold voice of Professor Snape, and for the second time that day Ginny and Draco sprang apart. The teachers were just seating themselves at the High Table, some amused, some bewildered, some disgusted and some just plain bored. “While you two may be enjoying that, the rest of us are attempting to eat our lunch. Next time it’s detentions- separate detentions- for the both of you!”

Snape was very disgruntled as Ginny was killing herself laughing and Draco looked like he was about to, but the two went to their opposite tables and Ginny sat next to Tara who was looking on bemused, and Draco next to a furious Parkinson and a Blaise Zabini who looked like he was going to make some extremely disgusting jokes.

Ginevra Weasley, I love you.

A/N Well, there you have it. Apologies for the long wait- I know it was a cliffie!

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