Chapter 15
June 17th
Dear Diary,
I feel so weird. Draco and I made love for the first time. I know it's been months but I still feel a bit odd, in a good sort of way. I was so afraid when we were caught by the Death Eaters. I thought the both of us were in some serious trouble. Thankfully, Draco was able to get us out of it. I guess sometimes, there are some advantages to being the son of a Death Eater... I was so happy when Draco returned. I was so sure he would have gotten into trouble when they found out I had escaped. Of course, Draco wants me to stay out of the halls except when going to and from classes and meals. I'm not to be on my own. He seems really worried that they're going to come back. I guess something was said about capturing or killing me... He won't say, and I don't think I want to know. There is one thing that is bothering me about everything... Draco took the Mark.. Of course, he explained, he had no choice, and I believe him. With a father like Lucius Malfoy, I'm really not surprised that he had no choice in the matter. I certainly wish he did, and he seemed to wish so as well.
Ginny stopped writing for a moment to look down at the sleeping form beside her. They had made love after he returned from a Death Eater meeting and she had spent the night at his request.
He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. Almost like he doesn't have a care in the world, and if it weren't for that mark on his left forearm, I'd believe it. Harry always looked troubled when he slept. I had only seen him once or twice when I had snuck into the boys dorms to wake up Ron, or to borrow something of Ron's. He always looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. I suppose he does since he is supposed to be the savior of the Wizarding World.. Hopefully this war will be over as soon as possible. I couldn't bare it if anything were to happen to anyone I care about, anyone I love. My friends, my family, Draco.. I worry about them all. My relationship with Draco has been spiralling out of control since he saved me from the Death Eaters. I suppose I owe him my life. If it weren't for him, something really horrible could have happened, and then he risked his neck just to help me escape. I owe him so much and he owes me absolutely nothing. I think
Draco awoke from his slumber and grabbed Ginny around the waist, stopping her from writing. He checked the clock on the wall before he kissed her softly. As he pulled himself out of bed, she smiled softly. They had been together since he had returned and had managed to keep it a secret, or so they thought. Whoever knew didn't bother either of them. They were too consumed by the impending war to care about such trivial matters. Even Ron, if he had known, was too worried about the possibility of an upcoming battle to care about Malfoy and his sister.
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It wasn't until four days later that the attack on Hogwarts came. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had prepared Dumbledore's Army for the inevitable attack. The sky seemed to rain Death Eaters as what seemed like hundreds of black cloaked wizards arrived on the scene, set in the vast Hogwarts field. Ginny stared at them all, knowing that Draco was among them somewhere. Dumbledore's Army, which had grown in size since her fourth year, attacked the enemies along side professors and a few Slytherin students who chose to stand against Voldemort, rather than join him. Ginny ran through the throng of fighters, hoping to find Draco. She was standing in the middle of the battle, trying to decide where to look next, her wand at the ready, when she heard a familiar voice.
"Miss Weasley, we meet again." Ginny turned to see a cloaked man wearing a mask. The only indication as to who it was was the long blonde hair and the voice she would never forget.
"Malfoy." Ginny glared at Lucius as he stepped towards her, pulling his mask away from his face.
"If you surrender now, the Dark Lord may have pity only, since you are a pureblood, even if you are a disgrace to the name of wizard, just like the rest on your family. I may even allow Draco to keep you as a little pet, if the Dark Lord has no use for you." The thought of Lucius' words coming true were enough to make her sick.
"I'm afraid that offer is just not good enough for me. Harry will defeat Voldemort." Ginny smirked at Lucius as she paused for a moment, before continuing. "For someone who is so keen on blood status, I never would have figured you as someone who would grovel at the feet of a half blood. A half blood, being your ruler in a 'perfect' world of pureblood witches and wizards, when you have always considered half bloods to be beneath you."
It was obvious that Ginny's words had gotten to Lucius. He pointed his wand at Ginny and before she got the chance to defend herself, he cast his spell. "Crucio!" Ginny writhed in pain as the spell took affect. Her screams echoed through the battlefield as she was tortured. Just as Lucius was about to cast the spell again, a dark shadow loomed in front of her. "Get out of the way boy, or you will be next."
Ginny looked up to see a Death Eater standing in front of her. His mask had been tossed aside and his hood pulled down. He held a sword in his hand, ready to do battle. The setting sun seemed to gleem off of his pale blonde hair. Lucius drew his sword and glared at his defiant son. She watched as father and son clashed, swords clanging together. Some people had stopped fighting to watch the display. Draco lunged at his father one last time, his sword striking it's target and running him through the gut. Cheers broke out the light side of the war as Harry, in turn, defeated Voldemort once and for all.
Draco turned to face Ginny, a look of joy and relief on his face. It was over. Voldemort was dead and they had their whole lives to look forward to, together. As he started to walk towards her, neither noticed the movement behind him until it was too late. With his last bit of life and strength, Lucius Malfoy stood behind his son with a dark, triumphant look. He didn't care if he died now, because he had his revenge. Ginny screamed as Lucius fell to the ground one last time, his sword slipping from where he had embedded it, in the middle of Draco's back. He'd been completely run through, just as he had done to his father.
Ginny ran to him as he fell to his knees, beaten and dying. She held Draco against her as she cried. She knew it was the end for him. "Draco... Oh, Draco, please, don't leave me. I need you. Please don't leave me. I love you." She whispered softly in his ear as she cried.
With the little strength he had left, Draco cupped her cheek with a sad half smile on his lips. "I love you, my Ginger, but it's time for me to go. Just remember, I always loved you, through everything, and I always will."
His hand fell from her cheek, limp and lifeless. The grey pools that had once held a certain flame had been extinguished. There was no life left in him. Ginny's delicate fingers flittered across his cheek as a tear slid from her cheek and landed on his. A single sob escaped her lips as she held him close to her, willing his heart to start beating again. She was asking for a miracle which would never come. She gently laid Draco's body on the ground in front of her, choking back silent sobs as the tears continued to flow. She felt two strong arms pull her into a comforting embrace, but she wasn't sure who it was, nor did she even take notice. All she felt was the pain of her heart breaking, and knowing that Draco would never come back.
Harry softly stroked her hair as he held her close, letting her sob into his dirty robes. Somehow, Harry had just known how Malfoy had felt about her, and how she had felt about him. He wanted to comfort her in the best way that he could in her time of need and sorrow. Hermione and Ron walked slowly over to the couple, wrapping their arms around the two of them, before breaking away and holding each other. The Wizarding World was now at peace, but not without the greatest cost of all...
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"This year has been a tragic one indeed. We have lost many students, professors, friends, family, and loved ones. Though things may seem dismal now, a new life is on the horizon. We should not mourn their deaths, but celebrate their lives. They will always be sorely missed, but their memories will always live on in the hearts of each and every one of you. Loved ones never truly leave us, and you can always find them in your hearts. And while we remember them, we should give them our thanks. Their sacrifices have helped form a brighter future for all of us. Voldemort is dead, never to return. Our departed friends would want you all to enjoy your live, free from the fear of war and death. Go forth and live, because to live is to be a part of the greatest adventure." Dumbledore looked over his remaining students as he spoke. The tables were no longer occupied by each house, but rather a mixture. Slytherins seated with Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws seated with Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs seated with Ravenclaws, and even some Gryffindors seated with Slytherins. No one was separated from anyone because of house or blood status and unity was finally forged between the students at Hogwarts. The students ran out of the Great Hall into the morning rays of sunlight. It was a new day, a new beginning. All evidence of a battle was gone and the future looked bright.
As Ginny watched everyone from a distance, standing on the front steps to the school, she felt an arm wrap around her shoulders. "He would want you to be happy Gin. I promise, it will get easier. You'll learn to let go, but you'll never forget." She leaned against Harry as he offered his comfort. He was imparting the knowledge that he had gained from Sirius' death onto her, and he hoped that she would understand. "Life isn't always fair, I know, but the best we can do is deal with the cards we've been dealt."
"Thank you Harry.." Ginny turned and hugged him softly before the two of them went to catch up to Ron and Hermione. She knew it would take some time, but eventually, the pain would go away, and all she would be left with were happy memories of the only man who she would ever love with all of her heart.
June 17th
Dear Diary,
I feel so weird. Draco and I made love for the first time. I know it's been months but I still feel a bit odd, in a good sort of way. I was so afraid when we were caught by the Death Eaters. I thought the both of us were in some serious trouble. Thankfully, Draco was able to get us out of it. I guess sometimes, there are some advantages to being the son of a Death Eater... I was so happy when Draco returned. I was so sure he would have gotten into trouble when they found out I had escaped. Of course, Draco wants me to stay out of the halls except when going to and from classes and meals. I'm not to be on my own. He seems really worried that they're going to come back. I guess something was said about capturing or killing me... He won't say, and I don't think I want to know. There is one thing that is bothering me about everything... Draco took the Mark.. Of course, he explained, he had no choice, and I believe him. With a father like Lucius Malfoy, I'm really not surprised that he had no choice in the matter. I certainly wish he did, and he seemed to wish so as well.
Ginny stopped writing for a moment to look down at the sleeping form beside her. They had made love after he returned from a Death Eater meeting and she had spent the night at his request.
He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. Almost like he doesn't have a care in the world, and if it weren't for that mark on his left forearm, I'd believe it. Harry always looked troubled when he slept. I had only seen him once or twice when I had snuck into the boys dorms to wake up Ron, or to borrow something of Ron's. He always looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. I suppose he does since he is supposed to be the savior of the Wizarding World.. Hopefully this war will be over as soon as possible. I couldn't bare it if anything were to happen to anyone I care about, anyone I love. My friends, my family, Draco.. I worry about them all. My relationship with Draco has been spiralling out of control since he saved me from the Death Eaters. I suppose I owe him my life. If it weren't for him, something really horrible could have happened, and then he risked his neck just to help me escape. I owe him so much and he owes me absolutely nothing. I think
Draco awoke from his slumber and grabbed Ginny around the waist, stopping her from writing. He checked the clock on the wall before he kissed her softly. As he pulled himself out of bed, she smiled softly. They had been together since he had returned and had managed to keep it a secret, or so they thought. Whoever knew didn't bother either of them. They were too consumed by the impending war to care about such trivial matters. Even Ron, if he had known, was too worried about the possibility of an upcoming battle to care about Malfoy and his sister.
It wasn't until four days later that the attack on Hogwarts came. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had prepared Dumbledore's Army for the inevitable attack. The sky seemed to rain Death Eaters as what seemed like hundreds of black cloaked wizards arrived on the scene, set in the vast Hogwarts field. Ginny stared at them all, knowing that Draco was among them somewhere. Dumbledore's Army, which had grown in size since her fourth year, attacked the enemies along side professors and a few Slytherin students who chose to stand against Voldemort, rather than join him. Ginny ran through the throng of fighters, hoping to find Draco. She was standing in the middle of the battle, trying to decide where to look next, her wand at the ready, when she heard a familiar voice.
"Miss Weasley, we meet again." Ginny turned to see a cloaked man wearing a mask. The only indication as to who it was was the long blonde hair and the voice she would never forget.
"Malfoy." Ginny glared at Lucius as he stepped towards her, pulling his mask away from his face.
"If you surrender now, the Dark Lord may have pity only, since you are a pureblood, even if you are a disgrace to the name of wizard, just like the rest on your family. I may even allow Draco to keep you as a little pet, if the Dark Lord has no use for you." The thought of Lucius' words coming true were enough to make her sick.
"I'm afraid that offer is just not good enough for me. Harry will defeat Voldemort." Ginny smirked at Lucius as she paused for a moment, before continuing. "For someone who is so keen on blood status, I never would have figured you as someone who would grovel at the feet of a half blood. A half blood, being your ruler in a 'perfect' world of pureblood witches and wizards, when you have always considered half bloods to be beneath you."
It was obvious that Ginny's words had gotten to Lucius. He pointed his wand at Ginny and before she got the chance to defend herself, he cast his spell. "Crucio!" Ginny writhed in pain as the spell took affect. Her screams echoed through the battlefield as she was tortured. Just as Lucius was about to cast the spell again, a dark shadow loomed in front of her. "Get out of the way boy, or you will be next."
Ginny looked up to see a Death Eater standing in front of her. His mask had been tossed aside and his hood pulled down. He held a sword in his hand, ready to do battle. The setting sun seemed to gleem off of his pale blonde hair. Lucius drew his sword and glared at his defiant son. She watched as father and son clashed, swords clanging together. Some people had stopped fighting to watch the display. Draco lunged at his father one last time, his sword striking it's target and running him through the gut. Cheers broke out the light side of the war as Harry, in turn, defeated Voldemort once and for all.
Draco turned to face Ginny, a look of joy and relief on his face. It was over. Voldemort was dead and they had their whole lives to look forward to, together. As he started to walk towards her, neither noticed the movement behind him until it was too late. With his last bit of life and strength, Lucius Malfoy stood behind his son with a dark, triumphant look. He didn't care if he died now, because he had his revenge. Ginny screamed as Lucius fell to the ground one last time, his sword slipping from where he had embedded it, in the middle of Draco's back. He'd been completely run through, just as he had done to his father.
Ginny ran to him as he fell to his knees, beaten and dying. She held Draco against her as she cried. She knew it was the end for him. "Draco... Oh, Draco, please, don't leave me. I need you. Please don't leave me. I love you." She whispered softly in his ear as she cried.
With the little strength he had left, Draco cupped her cheek with a sad half smile on his lips. "I love you, my Ginger, but it's time for me to go. Just remember, I always loved you, through everything, and I always will."
His hand fell from her cheek, limp and lifeless. The grey pools that had once held a certain flame had been extinguished. There was no life left in him. Ginny's delicate fingers flittered across his cheek as a tear slid from her cheek and landed on his. A single sob escaped her lips as she held him close to her, willing his heart to start beating again. She was asking for a miracle which would never come. She gently laid Draco's body on the ground in front of her, choking back silent sobs as the tears continued to flow. She felt two strong arms pull her into a comforting embrace, but she wasn't sure who it was, nor did she even take notice. All she felt was the pain of her heart breaking, and knowing that Draco would never come back.
Harry softly stroked her hair as he held her close, letting her sob into his dirty robes. Somehow, Harry had just known how Malfoy had felt about her, and how she had felt about him. He wanted to comfort her in the best way that he could in her time of need and sorrow. Hermione and Ron walked slowly over to the couple, wrapping their arms around the two of them, before breaking away and holding each other. The Wizarding World was now at peace, but not without the greatest cost of all...
"This year has been a tragic one indeed. We have lost many students, professors, friends, family, and loved ones. Though things may seem dismal now, a new life is on the horizon. We should not mourn their deaths, but celebrate their lives. They will always be sorely missed, but their memories will always live on in the hearts of each and every one of you. Loved ones never truly leave us, and you can always find them in your hearts. And while we remember them, we should give them our thanks. Their sacrifices have helped form a brighter future for all of us. Voldemort is dead, never to return. Our departed friends would want you all to enjoy your live, free from the fear of war and death. Go forth and live, because to live is to be a part of the greatest adventure." Dumbledore looked over his remaining students as he spoke. The tables were no longer occupied by each house, but rather a mixture. Slytherins seated with Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws seated with Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs seated with Ravenclaws, and even some Gryffindors seated with Slytherins. No one was separated from anyone because of house or blood status and unity was finally forged between the students at Hogwarts. The students ran out of the Great Hall into the morning rays of sunlight. It was a new day, a new beginning. All evidence of a battle was gone and the future looked bright.
As Ginny watched everyone from a distance, standing on the front steps to the school, she felt an arm wrap around her shoulders. "He would want you to be happy Gin. I promise, it will get easier. You'll learn to let go, but you'll never forget." She leaned against Harry as he offered his comfort. He was imparting the knowledge that he had gained from Sirius' death onto her, and he hoped that she would understand. "Life isn't always fair, I know, but the best we can do is deal with the cards we've been dealt."
"Thank you Harry.." Ginny turned and hugged him softly before the two of them went to catch up to Ron and Hermione. She knew it would take some time, but eventually, the pain would go away, and all she would be left with were happy memories of the only man who she would ever love with all of her heart.
The End.
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