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Ginny stood in front of the door that would, in a few seconds, lead her to Draco. Her brown eyes were sharply focused on the traditional oak door with brass handles and innate carvings. There was a strong smell of pineapple coming from the hall and Ginny almost smiled, realizing that it was Draco who usually smelt like that.

She raised her hand heavily and knocked on the door twice; the first time was faint and dull but the second resounded much louder.

“Come in.”

Ginny felt her ankles weaken at the sound of Draco’s voice. She took a deep breath and turned the brass handles. Slowly, a tiny creak was audible as the door swung open and Ginny stood face to face with him.

Ultimately, the entire moment it took for Draco to realize who was standing there, allowed Ginny to realize one thing – he still loved her. Draco was sitting at his desk when she had come in but now he was standing tall and looking as handsome as ever against the sunset visible through the window. Neither of them said a word for a few seconds until Draco, it seemed, got accustomed to the fact that he wasn’t actually hallucinating.

“Ginny…” he breathed in softly. His voice was warm and tender and Ginny could see that he was almost withholding tears.

“I don’t believe this…” he continued. “How…wh…are you really here?”

Ginny nodded deferentially as Draco walked over to her. “I knew you’d come,” he told her happily. “I told every single person that we’d be together.” He grabbed her into an embrace, his head resting on her shoulder.

A few tears escaped Ginny’s eyes. “Here I am,” she said soulfully as he let go.

“You have no….no idea how much I’ve missed you. Every day without you has been a knife in my chest.”

“I missed you too.”

“I…I just can’t believe you’re really here! I…I was just thinking about you and then…you knocked-”

“You’re still so surprised that I came,” Ginny remarked softly.

“I...I just didn’t think that after those possibly hundred owls I sent you with no reply, that you’d want to see me again.”

Ginny’s mind swept her back to the memory of Charlie hiding those letters. “I never got those letters” Ginny whispered, “until a few days ago.”

“You know what?” Draco said. “It doesn’t matter. You’re here…with me. After all this pain and anguish – it was worth waiting for this moment.”

“You really believe so?”

“Absolutely. I would have gone through years of that much pain to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Ginny tried to smile back but felt weak. She’d wanted to ask Draco a question for a very long time and before she could stop herself, she blurted it out.

“Why didn’t you ever come find me?” she asked him. At first, he was very taken aback but then his expression softened.

“I gave your father my word that I wouldn’t come back for you,” he said. “I still believe what I said to you that day I left – your parents want what’s best for you. I knew that if they didn’t approve of us then you wouldn’t have been happy.”

“They still aren’t exactly jumping for joy,” Ginny said, more to herself than to Draco.

“But they’ve gotten over it,” he added. “The fact that you’re here means that we can be together and that’s all that matters right now.”

Draco moved in closer and held Ginny’s hand as he sat her down beside him on his bed. “What’s wrong?” he asked her after a while. She looked a little weak and pale.

“It’s…it’s nothing,” Ginny said timidly. “I’m just overwhelmed right now – so much has happened.”

“What’s happened?”

Ginny looked at Draco and saw from his grey eyes that he had no idea what had happened in the last month or so. She smiled faintly and placed her hand on Draco’s a hand. “A lot of heartbreak,” she responded.

“Well, no more of that,” Draco said adamantly. “We’re here together and it will take more than a stupid letter to keep us apart.”

“I thought it was very brave what you did to Scrimgeour,” Ginny said sincerely to Draco. “I never told you that but I always believed it.”

“You didn’t have to,” Draco said gently. “Some things do not need words to be expressed – like that night we went flying on my broomstick.”

Ginny’s memory railed back to that beautiful, clear night when she and Draco had flown all over the city on his broomstick. The stars, the moon, the wind had all seemed to share in their joy and accommodated them in every possible way.

“What do you mean?” Ginny asked.

“We didn’t speak to each other most of that night and we probably ended up saying more than many people do on twenty dates.”

Ginny laughed slightly. “It was a very beautiful night, I remember.”

“Its beauty was nothing compared to you. You’re still as beautiful as you were the day I came to your house.”

“You’re just flattering me,” Ginny responded. “I’m not the same as I was.”

Draco looked into Ginny’s eyes and took a step forward. His excited grey eyes met her tired brown ones and he held her hand. “You do seem different,” he noted. “Not physically I mean- but…there’s just something about you.”

“What is it?”

“I…I can’t really tell,” Draco said faintly. “You just…you just look tired and older in some sense.”

Ginny broke the eye contact in fear that Draco would be able to figure some other things about her which she didn’t want him to.

“Well, times change people,” Ginny added.

Draco shook his head. “It’s never the times that change the people- it’s always the circumstances.”

“You know how it’s been with us,” Ginny said quietly. “We’ve had nothing but bad circumstances.”

Draco laughed a little. “True but that’s over with – we’re done talking about the past. Now all I care about is the present- and the future.”

“The past shouldn’t be dismissed so soon,” Ginny corrected. “It’s the past that makes us who we are in the present and in the future.”

“You have become more mature,” Draco agreed.

Ginny smiled very slightly. “That’s what everyone’s been saying; especially when I told them that I was coming here.”

“Did you come here all by yourself?”

Ginny paused a moment and then looked back up to those grey eyes to which she could never lie. “Does it matter how I got here?”

Draco smiled and shook his head. “Nothing matters expect the fact that you’re here…with me.”

Draco leaned in closer to Ginny and kissed her. The kiss was probably the coldest thing he had ever experienced in his life – not a drop of emotion or passion. Before they broke apart, tears began to run down Ginny’s eyes.

“Wh…what’s wrong?” Draco mumbled, his mind confused and dazed. “That was…look at me for a second.”

Ginny didn’t respond but kept silently crying. “Ginny, look at me.”

Draco placed his hand under Ginny’s chin and lifted it up so that his eyes met hers. The lack of emotion and the pure pain in her eyes told him everything.

“You…y…you don’t love me?” Draco breathed in. “There’s nothing but…there’s nothing in your eyes.”

Ginny didn’t respond as Draco continued. “All that fire and excitement from your eyes is…gone,” he said, sounding shocked and pained.

“You said it yourself,” Ginny said finally. “People change.”

“I…I don’t understand.”

“Draco,” Ginny said gently. “I crossed…” she stifled a sob and continued. “When I left London, I had every intention of finding you because I loved you. I would have crossed the seven seas for you then, but now…these seven steps between us- I can’t cross these seven steps between us.”

Draco stood up but didn’t say anything.

“You taught me how to love,” she said slowly. “You taught me the joys of love and the romance and the flirting but-”

“But what?”

“But it was someone else who taught me how to abide by love.”

Draco looked back at Ginny who unclenched the fist in her hand. Sitting in the middle of her hand was a tiny, intricately carved diamond ring with emeralds encrusted around it.

“I’m engaged.”

Draco took a deep breath but didn’t take his eyes off the ring. Ginny continued.

“He taught me that love was not all about late night romances and dates and fun – it’s about the promises you make and how you follow through with them. It’s about ensuring your partner’s happiness even if it means compensating yours – it’s about understanding that love is not all about fun but a responsibility.”

Draco couldn’t take the news and leaned back against the wall, his eyes watering slowly. “Promises?” he said in a barely audible tone.

“He promised me all the happiness in the world and when he found out about you, he brought me here himself.”

“So you didn’t come alone?”

Ginny shook her head slowly. “He was with me every step of the way and now I need to be with him every step of the way. Draco…I need to go back.”
Ron re-entered the room with cartons of food practically falling out of his hands.

“Harry?” he called.

Harry came out of the room with his suitcases packed and his forehead sweating. Ron looked at him with a confused expression.

“Why are you packed?” he asked incredulously.

“I’m done here.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I’ve finished what I came here to do. Now I just want to go back and spend some time at home and with you guys. I’m done with this city.”

“Well, lucky for you I didn’t bring anything.” Ron held up a tiny plastic bag stuffed with clothes. “Let’s go, mate.”

Ron took a second and looked at Harry carefully. “But you know what this means right?” he asked Harry.


“Once you leave…you’re not coming back and she isn’t leaving.”

Harry sighed and nodded. “I know.”

“This is it, mate,” Ron said as he pat Harry on the back. “Let’s go home.”
Draco opened his eyes and saw the pleading, red-headed he was in love with, telling him that she wanted to go with someone else.

“Why did you come here then if you knew you wanted to go back to him?” Draco asked, his voice fluctuating.

“You’re an important person in my life, Draco,” Ginny said softly. “I wouldn’t have left you here without telling you anything. I need your permission to go.”


“You showed me the best time of my life when we were together and I owe it to you and to our love that you allow me to go. I don’t want to run away from you.”

Draco looked at the sincerity in Ginny’s watering eyes and gave her a weak smile. “Go,” he said gently. “You have my permission.”

Ginny’s face broke out into the biggest smile he’d ever seen as she walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. The tears were still present but the mood in the room had changed.

“This guy’s really lucky,” Draco said gently.

“Do you want to know who he is?”

Draco smiled amiably and then shook his head. “No.”

Ginny looked confused but didn’t question Draco further. “Promise me you’ll be okay,” she said. “Please, Draco.”

Draco didn’t say anything to her but instead resorted to looking out the window. He reached his hand into his pocket and drew out a beautiful necklace that Ginny instantly recognized.

“Do you remember that I gave this to you the night of the Ministry Ball?” Draco asked.

Ginny felt tears coming on again and nodded. “When you were leaving, I told you to give this to me when we met again.”

Draco held it out for Ginny to take but she just looked at it. “It’s not mine,” she said softly. She slowly began to approach Draco and put her hand on his cheeks.

“You will always be a part of me,” she whispered. “But I can never accept something filled with love that I don’t deserve. You will give this to the woman you fall in love with and marry – a woman deserving of you.”

“I found such a woman,” Draco said sadly looking at Ginny. “But she just wanted to leave.”

“She has to leave,” Ginny corrected. With that, she gave Draco’s shoulder a slight squeeze and headed out the door. Draco didn’t look at her but the clanking of a brass handle told him that she’d left.

Two more chapters!

EDIT: Alright guys, I'm going to lay this out straight. This was my first story on HPFF and I do hold it close to my heart. It was always meant to be H/G and if you don't like that, get over it. I dont need you all to be telling me that what I did was wrong, becuase it wasn't. All you d/g fans out there, there's a reason Harry's on the banner and there's a reason my story summary says "love triangle".
Please. It's just a story. It's almost over and I just want this to be done. If you are going to stop reading becuase it's now H/G, that's fine. You're missing out on two more chapters so it doesn't really matter and I dont need you to be telling me that you've stopped reading. Sorry if I seem snappy but I honestly love all my readers/reviewers and for you guys to get annoyed at me for writing this how I wanted it, well, that's just dumb.

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