Harry Potter Fan Fiction-Draco & Ginny

[Raven thorn]

Okay I would like help on this and I'm thinking this may be a bit hard. My friend and I spend about a weekend 8 hours each day writing this and fixing it. So now that I'm alone I can't get it right...

[Raven thorn]

An auburn head bobbed up and down between the millions of wild flowers. The war between good and bad was advancing but the young woman of 18 somehow had found some free time. Ginny lay down between the tall sunflowers trying to forget all her worries, especially the fact that she had been chosen to join Harry in the next battle. Her auburn hair framed her face as she rested her head in the crook of her elbow which she used to cushion her head. A sigh left her lips as she closed her eyes and soaked in the sun.

Her last year at Hogwarts had just ended and she was taking her time to join the battles against Lord Voldemort. The war, which Harry had started a year ago, was now in its peak stage. The stage where any and every witch or wizard needed to help Harry. Yet, in the second year of the war, Ginny Weasley had somehow found the last of the sunny places left untouched by the Dark Magic of the Lord and his minions.

Quietly, after an hour or so of sleep under the sun, she stood up and brushed off her blue sundress which touched the tops of her knees. She smiled at the sun and blew it a kiss. A moment later, if anyone had seen this young woman would think that she was just a fraction of their imagination for she had apparated from the spot to somewhere millions of miles away already getting ready to join.

~2 months previously~

HARRY!" squealed a 21 year girl as she was lifted from behind and spun around in the air before being set down on the ground. She spun around to come face to face with her ex-boyfriend who was now one of her best friends.

What was that for?" the girl asked the black haired green eyed man in front of her. "Well I… dunno really. Want me to do it again?" A mischievous grin spread across the mans face as he advanced towards her.

You're going to have to catch me first!" yelled the woman as turned and sped across the oasis.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were spending their vacation in Egypt. The war had recently ended a mere 6 months ago with the defeat of the Dark Lord and his followers, all of which were dead along with their families except for one. Draco Malfoy had surrendered, but hadn't been killed, everyone knew that he had surrendered because of the murder of his parents by the Dark Lord so they took pity on him. He was to be released soon from Azkaban only to go back to living in that big empty manor of his.

I will catch you!" Harry yelled after Ginny but didn't go after her. He watched and smiled as she ran around the tents until she was out of view in the middle of what they called the maze of tents. Ginny looked behind her to find that Harry wasn't coming after her and didn't see the man standing in front of her and smacked right into him. The man caught her before she could fall.

Thank you." Ginny mumbled looking at the man. A small gasp escaped her lips as she looked up into the familiar cold grey eyes. She breath caught in her throat as she looked at her captor.

Sorry." She mumbled as she tried to release herself from his grasp but she was much weaker than him and still slightly stressed from the past-war effects.

Don't be." The man whispered as he lowered his blond head to be level with hers. "Don't be sorry at all." he mumbled again as his lips touched hers. She felt herself melt under his touch yet she didn't know why. Her eyes closed as her arms slithered out of his grasp, which had loosened, and up around his neck as his hands traveled down her back to wrap around her waist.

The kiss lasted forever until the blond man stepped away and disappeared into the air leaving Ginny to kneel on the oasis sand, her breathing heavy, her heart pounding and her thoughts all jumbled up. Once she had collected herself several minutes later she stared up at the moonlit sky where the man had been moments before.

~2 months later, Present day~

A dark figure advanced towards the inn. Her face was covered by a black veil, and her body by a black cloak. Nothing could be seen of hers not even her feet. As the figure came up to the inn's door she hesitated before opening it and advancing inside. She rented a room located on the second floor and went up the stairs trying not o notice all the stares that she got from the workers in the empty inn. She heard whispers as she opened her door. Apparently everyone had found out about the unknown person in black.

Once she was safely inside her room, Ginny Weasley shrugged off her cloak and hung it up on the coat hook on the back of her door along with the veil. She wiped off the dusty full length mirror and look at herself.

The 21 year old looked no different than she did from when she was fifteen except for the fact she was a little taller and that her beautiful red hair had grown waist length and was currently in bun at the crown of her head. Her skin was slightly tanned from her trip to Egypt with her brother Ron and his two friends Harry and Hermione two months ago. The tan tinge made the gold gown that hugged her body looked ravishing against her shocking hair. She smiled at herself. It was a spaghetti strapped ball gown that reached just up to her ankles.

Ginny sighed and sat down on the bed making dust rise out of it. She thought about what she had just done. She had basically just run away from her brothers wedding rehearsal. She didn't know why. Maybe because she heard that Harry was going to propose to her but any remaining thoughts of him had fled her mind and had been replaced by someone else. A someone she knew she couldn't have.

Letting another sigh escape her lips her lay down on the dusty bed and closed her eyes. She pictured that platinum coloured hair. Those beautiful blue eyes that had an eerily icy feeling. As she thought about those eyes she felt them. She had felt them all the way too the inn and up to her room. Now she felt them on her inside the locked door. She sat up looking around.

Wh-who's there?" she asked the dimly lit room. Her heart thudded fast against her ribs. "Who's there?!" she asked again looking around wildly. She didn't dare move from her perch on the bed. Not even to retrieve her wand from her cloak. She was scared now. And for no reason. "D-don't worry. There's no one t-there. It's just your imagination." She tried to reassure herself but she didn't even believe her own words.

She sat down on the bed looking around trying not to scream. Her brown eyes were glazed over with a scared look. Her whole body trembled from the fear she felt. She got up and moved to the chair across from her, she needed to sit in something more stable than the bed. She felt something like a cloak brush against her bare arms. She turned around to where the object touched her to find nothing.

She slumped down on the chair and closed her eyes. This time she knew she felt the swish of a cloak against her legs. She opened her eyes as her hand shot into the pocket of her cloak which hung on the door next to the chair pulling out her wand. "Who's there? Show yourself!" Her voice was more steady now and filled with anger instead of fear.

The figure pulled off their invisibility cloak but didn't show themselves fully. They wore a black cloak with the hood over their head. "Who are you?" Ginny asked standing up. The person didn't turn. "I said show yourself!" the person turned. The gray eyes she had just been thinking about were staring into her brown ones.

Too stunned to say anything Ginny moved backwards until the back of her legs touched the chair she had just vacated. She slumped down into it, her gaze never leaving the man's face. "What are you doing here?" she whispered loud enough for him to hear.

”I followed you." She gaped at him. "Well I know that! But why? And how did you know who you were following?" his answer stunned her "I didn't. I just followed." Her eyes narrowed into a death glare. Her wand was now pointed at his chest and she noticed he didn't have any wand in his hand. His head hung now looking at the floor covering his facial expression from Ginny's eyes..

”What do you want from me Malfoy? Because you're lying in know you are." Now she was really mad. Her voice cut like ice through the silent room and her brown eyes burned with anger and love for this man. He just wouldn't show his face to her, just wouldn't look up. He looked so innocent with his head hanging, his hands clutched in front of him, and just so defenseless.

Something came over the girl and she approached Draco slowly, but without lowering her wand. She held her breath as she stood less than a foot away from him. "Look at me." She whispered. "I know you are lying. Why are you in my room and what do you want from me?"

Draco still didn’t look up. He slowly twisted his hands together and then raised his head slowly. His face sad and cold looking, his eyes locking on hers and not moving. “You should know…don’t you know?” he asked softly then licked his lips pausing to think. “I need your help…” he said, not admitting everything. He couldn’t bring himself to say everything, not yet, not untill she was ready. She obviously wasn’t if she couldn’t figure it out yet. “You are needed” he said and moved closer so her wand was pressed to the middle of his chest right above his heart that was beating quickly.

“I don’t need to help you!” Ginny snapped coldly not daring to lower her wand to him. She knew how tricky he could be from the war, but being so close to him she felt almost breathless. She could also remember the kiss they shared and could taste his lips again.

[Bree]

”What do you want from me Malfoy? Because you're lying in know you are."

I dont get that sentence.

[Raven thorn]

Um....I'm not sure....*twitch twitch* I think Death took out a paragraph...I'll have to ask and get in touch with her...