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Ginny scribbled over the last of the punctuation from the ad with her quill before taking another bite of her toast. This ad had become the bane of her very existence. With tourism in the dumpster, the Ministry had taken (rather extreme) measures to stimulate the industry. Now, even with four years of Auror training under her belt, it was Ginny’s job to baby sit the rich and pampered as they played in the past. With a heavy sigh she rose to her feet and apparated to the Ministry. They checked her wand quickly before she just barely caught the lift. Standing uncomfortably, between two very tall men, she started when she heard a familiar voice from behind her.
“Another big day, huh, Gin?” A poke in the back caused her to whip her head around to glare at the offender.
“It’s Ginevra, Ernie. We’ve been through this.” Her statement was met with an exasperated sigh, and, thankfully, silence.
She hopped off the lift quickly when she heard the soothing voice announce level two. Stepping through the door to the Auror offices, she quickly checked her watch. She had a nasty habit of being late. Thanking Merlin that this wasn’t the case today, she headed straight for her desk. Her inbox, very predictably, had only one parchment. Grasping it disinterestedly she slit the seal and read the date. May 12, 1997. Just once she wished they’d assign her somewhere in winter. May had been uncomfortably hot that year, and under that cloak she always sweated like a pig. She crumpled the parchment hastily before throwing it back in the inbox and heading for the oaken cabinet on the opposite side of the room.
“Ginevra Weasley, Auror number fifty-eight,” she mumbled as her feet stopped just before the doors. They swung wide revealing a familiar gleaming silver chain. Ginny snatched the charm from its hook before turning on her heel and heading for the glass room in the corner. She pushed the door open just as her fingers closed around a silky cloak. After throwing the silver cloth over her shoulders and giving the time-turner a flip, she clenched her eyes shut. The tug at her navel and the vortex of colors that surrounded her never failed to make her feel decidedly queasy. Her first few times had resulted in getting sick all over the abandoned charms room she always arrived in. With a hiss of air she found herself in the familiar dusty room. Bringing two fingers to the bridge of her nose, she attempted to rub the black spots from her vision. Once they’d disappeared, and she’d checked her watch once more, she took a seat in the nearest chair.
The tattered diary slipped from her pocket quickly with the ease of practice. She propped her feet on the table before her and thumbed through the pages, looking for the date. Once on the proper page she began reading. It was amusing, always having to read her old journals. Sometimes she cursed herself for keeping such steadfast records of her adolescence; perhaps, if she hadn’t she would be on a more interesting assignment. But alas, she had, so she was stuck here, in this dusty school, reliving her adolescence day after day. She finished the page quickly. Today Harry would mistakenly cast ‘Sectumsempra’ at Malfoy and receive detention every Saturday for the rest of term. Who in Merlin’s name would want to come back to this day? Ginny shook her head half-heartedly. Probably another couple wanting to fool around in the school on the day they’d first snogged or something.
She rose to her feet slowly and tucked the little green book back in her pocket. After a yawn and a quick stretch she turned her feet toward the door. She wound her way through the familiar corridors and down to the first floor. Taking her usual perch on the grand staircase, she watched as the students ate breakfast. A smile teased her lips as her eyes focused on Harry. He had his gaze trained on her past self, who was talking to Neville, entirely oblivious to her admirer. She really enjoyed watching herself and Harry. He was a fond memory, one she would never tire of. There wasn’t even a slight sting as she remembered Harry and Luna’s wedding. Luna had looked so wonderful, yellow flowers woven into her straggly hair. A contented sigh escaped Ginny’s lips just as the students began to spill forth from the Great Hall. She rushed to her feet and into the small alcove next to the stairs before anyone had managed to trip over her. These moments of distraction were becoming more and more frequent the more time she spent in the past. She clenched her eyes shut tightly for a moment to collect herself before beginning her morning patrol.
It wasn’t until lunch time that she went out for another round. The visitor would be arriving within the hour, she would have to actually pay attention from here on out. She was sitting on a window sill on the seventh floor, watching the giant squid glide through the lake, when her wand vibrated, signaling the visitor’s arrival. Momentarily she considered getting up and searching for them, but after finding Lavender and Seamus coupling in the dungeons last week, she thought better of it. Best to give it a bit of time and keep her ears open. It wasn’t as if it really mattered. Only twice, throughout her four months of Hogwarts duty, had anyone actually successfully mucked anything up. First, Elveira Elkins had vehemently shaken a scowling Snape’s hand and thanked him for his bravery. Second, a young, pampered witch of fourteen had snuck away from Ginny’s side during the Yule Ball and asked a wide-eyed Dean Thomas to dance. Both instances had only taken a simple ‘Obliviate’ to fix, the only consequences a significant fine and a harsh chastising. Ginny giggled lightly at the memories.
Ginny was startled from her reverie by a young Draco Malfoy pacing in front of the wall opposite her. As she watched the door to the Room of Requirement open before him, she couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to him. After the war his family had been ridiculed, the Ministry had considered seizing all of their assets, and then suddenly they were gone. She watched curiously as Malfoy entered the room on wobbly legs. Wobble and Malfoy had never been in the same thought before, this caused Ginny to giggle silently. She knew, of course, what he was doing in the room; but she chose not to think of that. Dwelling too much on the events transpiring before her caused more pain than necessary.
It seemed as if the door to the Room of Requirement had barely disappeared when Ginny heard the sound of shuffling feet coming down the hallway. She snapped her head to the right and stared intently at the end of the hallway through the silvery haze of her cloak. Her head cocked to the side at the sight of a tall straggly blond man striding, no stumbling, down the hall toward her. Momentarily more surprised than she should have been, she rose quickly to her feet. Where the hell was his disillusionment charm? Who the hell did he think he was just walking through the place as if he belonged here? He certainly didn’t look as if he could afford a time-travel card; at this thought she halted the steps she had begun toward him and watched. Perhaps he was meant to be here and she hadn‘t noted it. Perhaps he had a meeting with one of the teachers and she‘d never been told. The man came ever closer to where she stood, an intent look in his eyes. He stopped only three paces from her and shifted his eyes nervously. He was nervous? This man was making Ginny more uncomfortable by the moment. She had the strange feeling that she recognized him.
Her hand immediately went to her wand as she scrutinized him further. Blond hair, shoulder length; aquiline nose; pallid skin, bordering on translucence; dirty blond stubble on his chin and neck; if it wasn’t for his dirty appearance, she would say he almost looked like a Malfoy. At this thought her heart skipped a beat. He looked exactly as she imagined Lucius Malfoy to look after he had been released from Azkaban. The nervous beat in her chest wound her nerves tighter with every thud. She clenched her eyes shut for only a moment; there was no way Lucius Malfoy could be in Hogwarts. He was most definitely still in Azkaban on this day. Who then? Who was this man? Her eyes opened again just as he took another step. He was pacing on the spot, hands raking through his tangled hair in obvious anxiety. Ginny watched curiously as the man stopped once again and turned to face the wall opposite her. A gasp escaped her lips as his fingers closed around the reformed handle of the door to the Room of Requirement.
She lunged before she could think and before he could stop her, she locked his elbows behind him and used all her might to drag him away from the door. A sigh of relief couldn’t be contained as she realized he hadn’t succeeded in turning the door knob completely. He was grumbling incoherently, casting his eyes wildly about the hallway, before he finally wrestled free of her grasp.
"Petrificus Totalus,” she muttered before he had time to protest. The cloak slipped from her form as she took a step to stand over the man. She still couldn’t place where she’d seen him before. With a mental shrug she dropped the thought and silently levitated him into the nearest unused classroom. She placed herself in front of the door before throwing the counter-curse in his general direction.
“Stay where you are and produce your time-card.” The words carried a conviction that would bring most to their knees. This man, however, just stared at her with his unnerving slate eyes.
“Bloody hell I will.”
Ginny felt her jaw drop open, she’d know that drawl anywhere. Her temper instantly flared at the realization. “What in Merlin’s name did you think you were doing, Malfoy? Do you want to go to Azkaban? Is that it?” her shouts of fury seemed to have no affect on him.
“What business is it of yours if I do, Weasley?” The sneer that came over his face on the last word was much less menacing than she remembered it. Everything about him seemed less menacing. If he hadn’t spoken she would never have believed this man to be Draco Malfoy. For once in her life Ginny wished that he had remembered his hair gel that day.
“Just give me your time-card, Draco. If it’s Azkaban you want, then I can certainly arrange that, but you won’t go mucking things up for me.” She took a step forward as she spoke. He was busy rubbing his obviously sore elbows.
“I paid good money for that card. There’s no way I’ll be giving it back just yet.” He glared at her before mimicking her steps forward. Soon he was towering over her, a cool glare in his eyes.
“What are you going to do, Malfoy? You don’t have a wand. Are you going to hit me?” She met his glare easily with one of her own. He couldn’t intimidate her, not looking like that at least.
“Would you like me to, Ginny?” He practically purred her name as he cocked an eyebrow at her. Her eyes widened in shock as realization of what he had said washed over her. She had just opened her mouth to sputter indignantly when he gracefully sidestepped around her and leaped toward the door. Rooted to the spot with her mouth hanging open and her cheeks flaming, she could only watch as he disappeared from sight. It was just like Malfoy to leave her with nothing to say.
It was only seconds before she had raced from the room to chase after him. Her progress was slowed, however, as she tripped over the abandoned invisibility cloak and fell face first on the stone floor. After scrambling to her feet and snatching the cloak she was on her way again. She caught sight of him as he turned onto the staircase at the end of the hall and she rushed onward. Small stones threatened to send her tumbling every other step, but miraculously she managed to stay upright long enough to reach the landing of the sixth floor. Her eyes scanned the corridor wildly, searching for the telltale mane of scraggly platinum hair. She found it quickly; he was luckily the only other inhabitant. Heels clicking ominously, she strode toward him purposefully. He was standing, as if frozen to the spot, with his hand on the brass handle of the boys’ washroom.
“Freeze, Malfoy!” she hissed with as much venom as she could muster. His eyes flew to her immediately, and without response, he turned the handle and shoved the door open silently. Curses escaped her lips before she could stop them as she flew forward. She nearly barreled into him again as she finally reached the washroom door. About to scream very rude things at his unshaven face she stopped short. He seemed frozen again, his eyes staring straight forward. Curiously she turned her gaze in the direction of his and was met with an extremely peculiar sight. The young Draco Malfoy was standing before a very grimy mirror, hands posed on either side of a porcelain sink, with tears streaming down his face. Ginny’s heart sank slightly at the image before Moaning Myrtle found her way to the miserable boy.
Ginny was still staring, awestruck, when she heard the first hint of approaching footsteps. Without thinking she threw the cloak over herself and the still frozen Malfoy before shoving him directly into the broom closet behind them. She barely caught sight of young Harry making his way toward the bathroom door before she silently clicked the lock home. Almost completely facing Malfoy, she muttered a curse, before quickly wheeling around and warding the doors. She cast a quick silencing charm for good measure before whispering ‘Lumos.’ Now facing him head on, with barely a meter between them, she set her jaw and gave him a fierce glare.
“I am only going to ask you this once more before I hex you into next week, Malfoy. What in the name of Merlin’s sagging left knee do you think you are doing?” No answer left his lips. Instead he looked straight at her, a haunted look buried deep within his grey eyes, and his mouth hanging agape. This Malfoy unnerved Ginny in the most unpleasant way. What she wouldn’t give for the miserable, sneering git she’d known in school. “Just give me your bloody card,” she said as she held out her hand expectantly. Her words finally seemed to have registered. His eyes turned down to her palm and he shook his head slowly. His mouth formed the word ‘No’ but no sound came out. “Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. I have a time-turner. You should know that if I’m forced to use that then you’ll definitely be in loads of trouble.” An anguished look flittered across his face before he attempted to straighten his shoulders. This was made difficult by the slanting ceiling of the broom closet.
“I won’t be going back yet.” The attempt at his normal drawl was pathetic, especially as Ginny took notice of his shaking hands. She let out an exasperated sigh before reaching beneath her cloak and grasping the familiar silver pendant. His eyes focused on it immediately. He attempted to take a step backward, a feat that was met with the clattering of several buckets, as he shook his head silently.
“You haven’t a choice at this point. Grab my hand, Malfoy.” She held out her hand impatiently, hoping he’d take it willingly. A gasp of shock left her lips as something cold and wet made contact with the tip of her index finger. Jerking her hand back and inspecting it she found it was just water. Her eyes searched out his face once more and she was met with a shock. Draco Malfoy was crying; the tears leaving trails on his grimy cheeks.
“I can’t go back yet. I can’t fail again,” he was muttering almost inaudibly. Her heart clenched again in the most curious way. She instantly felt awkward. Having six older brothers hadn’t exactly led her to grow up as the leaky type. With no idea of what she should do she reached forward and patted his elbow awkwardly.
“Erm, it’s okay, Malfoy. You--uh--you won’t get in trouble, okay?” she was stumbling over her words as the tears continued to trail down his cheeks. “Let’s just go back. What do you say?” He was shaking his head and sniveling incoherently as he sank to sit on the nearest bucket. Ginny shifted awkwardly from foot to foot with no idea of what to do. She could just grab his arm and take them both back, but that seemed wrong with the state he was in. She was sure demanding his time-card again would wield no results, and she didn’t have the heart to summon it; instead she dropped to her knees and met his eyes as best she could.
“Do you--erm--do you want to talk?” she asked in a voice that she was sure sounded just as unsure as she felt. He raised his glistening eyes to hers and wiped his eyes hastily. A sneer was formed on his face within seconds.
“I don’t need your pity,” he snarled in a most unconvincing way. She couldn’t help but smile at his half-hearted attempt at malice.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I’m the one who gets to decide if you go to Azkaban.” A chuckle escaped her lips as she spoke, it only increased as a bewildered expression broke through his cold front.
“What’s it to you, Weasley? You’ll send me there regardless, I’m sure.” His Adam’s apple bobbed visibly.
“You don’t know that; maybe if you have a good reason I’ll reconsider.” He eyed her warily for a moment before pursing his lips. A chuckle escaped her again at the sight. The chuckle was cut short by a shout from behind her.
“MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER!”
Ginny’s heart leapt into her throat at the sound. The tension in the room skyrocketed and Ginny turned only to see the tears falling down Draco’s face again.
“You’ve ruined it,” he mumbled so low Ginny hardly heard him. The clenching feeling was around her heart once more, it almost made her nauseous.
“Ruined what?” she asked gently as she placed her hand uncomfortably over his. To her surprise, he didn’t jerk his away.
“You’ve ruined it. I can’t fix it now.”
“Fix what, Malfoy?” His eyes found hers as the question left her lips. She gave him her best encouraging smile, silently urging him to go on. The anguish in his eyes quickly turned to disgust as he pulled his hand away. His lip curled in a perfect imitation of his past-self.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t know what just happened out there! Don’t pretend like you don’t know Potter nearly just killed me!” His shout caught her off guard and she knocked a mop over as she stumbled backward. It took her a moment to catch her breath before she could respond.
“Don’t act so self-righteous. He barely hurt you! It’s not as if he used an unforgivable.” The moment the words left her lips she wished she could retract them. He didn’t seem to need reminding of his indiscretions. Tears flowed down his face even as the angry expression remained set.
“Barely hurt me did he?” As he spat the words at her his fingers fumbled with the buttons of his tattered shirt. Ginny’s brow furrowed as he peeled the cloth apart, revealing a grey-tinged plane of skin. Her eyes focused immediately on a ragged silver scar that intersected the flesh diagonally. A small gasp escaped her lips at the sight. “A touch worse than a 'Cruciatus' if you ask me.” She had no doubt then that he’d caught the meaning of her words. It wasn’t the first time in her life that Malfoy had rendered her speechless. Her eyes remained fix on the silver scar until the last of it had been covered by cloth once again. “Saint Potter doesn’t look so saintly now, does he?” The drawl was there, but Ginny couldn’t hear any fervour behind it.
“What were you trying to do?” her voice was barely above a whisper, but in the small cupboard, she was sure he heard.
“What business is it of yours?” he asked as he cast his eyes to the floor.
“If you don’t tell me I’m going to send us both back. Don’t toy with me, Malfoy.” He tensed visibly at the mention of cutting his trip short. Ginny waited a moment before losing her patience. “Accio--”
“Wait!” he shouted raising his eyes to meet hers. There was a moment of silence before his shoulders slouched in obvious defeat. “I just--I just wanted to tell him-me something.” His eyes seemed to be watering yet again.
“And what did you want to tell you?” she asked with an arched eyebrow. He swiped furiously at his face before responding.
“It doesn’t matter now, anyway. You’ve ruined it.”
“Stop being a tease and spill it, Malfoy. While we have all the time in the world, I really don’t have the patience.”
“It was just a warning, okay? It doesn’t matter now, anyway! Just grab your little time-turner and take us back and you can ship me off to Azkaban just like you did my father!” His fury was drowned in the tears that were making their way down his face again, and she couldn’t find it within herself to be spiteful any longer.
“What was the warning?” she asked with sincere curiosity. He only stared as she settled herself into a more comfortable position.
“To take the help I was offered.” He covertly wiped the tears from his cheeks then, obviously hoping she hadn’t noticed.
“And you had to do it when death was imminent, hmm?” Pity obviously wasn’t helpful when dealing with a Malfoy, so she was taking a more natural route.
“It had to be before Potter tried to off me. It would have been earlier if you hadn’t interrupted.” A glare made its way through his broken features.
“Why before?” She stretched back to lean against the door behind her.
“Because I lost faith that there was a good side after this,” he motioned to the corridor behind him at his statement. She nodded her understanding. Ginny felt the familiar heart wrench as another tear found its way down his face. If anyone had told her five years ago that watching Malfoy cry would be anything less than satisfying she would have checked them for the 'Imperious.'
“Who offered you help?” her voice cracked as she asked. The emotions that were so obvious in his usually cold eyes threw her off. She found it hard to talk to him when he was like this.
“Dumbledore. Look, just drop it, let’s go back.”
Ginny shook her head, she was too curious now. “Not yet. You mean when he offered to hide you and your mother?”
His jaw clenched at her words. “Don’t speak about my mother.” A frown settled upon his face as the tears rolled with a new ferocity.
“I didn’t mean to…”
“Don’t apologize either. She’s dead. Not like it’s your fault.”
Her hand flew to her mouth as her stomach sank to her knees. “What happened?”
His lips parted, but he didn’t speak. His eyes had taken on a lost look and it took all her willpower not to reach for him. “She couldn’t handle the way we had to live. Refused to eat, got sick…” he trailed off then, but she didn’t press him further. Both took a moment of silence before Ginny spoke again.
“Where did you go then? After it was over?”
“Somewhere unpleasant, where there wasn’t enough food and we both had to do things we weren’t proud of. Now stop this stupid game, Weasley. I’m not some puppet, okay? Take us both back.”
A weak smile touched her lips as she looked at him. “You have your time-card. You can go whenever you’d like.”
His mouth dropped open as he stared at her. She couldn’t help but shake her head, an amused smile on her lips. “You think I’m stupid? I grab your cloak and try to go back, you wrestle free the last minute and stay here only to rush to the hospital wing and try to knock some sense into your past self. I’m not an Auror for nothing.”
He glared at her as she spoke. Neither said anything for a long time. The hush between them wound the tension in Ginny’s spine until she felt she might snap. She spoke when she couldn’t stand it any longer. “So go.” It was a simple command but he met it with a look of utter contempt regardless.
“Go? Go back to where most would just as soon kill me as shake my hand? Yes, I’m sure I want to get back to that as soon as possible.”
“I’m sure you’re exaggerating.” She knew the world had been harsh to him, but surely there were still some that wouldn’t care.
“Ha! I’ve had to live in filth! I’ve had to do things you wouldn’t imagine for those filthy Muggles! All because no one will believe that I’m sorry for what I did! They won’t believe that I lowered my wand! They refuse to believe I couldn’t do it, that I didn’t even want to do it! I‘m not my father! I didn‘t want any of that, I didn‘t want to follow him, but I had to. I had to!” He rose to his feet as he spoke, kicking a bucket and sending it clanging against the opposite wall. “What would they have done in my place? What would you have done in my place?” He turned toward her as he roared the last question. Her lips parted in puzzlement as she stared up at his raging figure. What would she have done? If her mother were threatened, if she had no choice, her heart stuck in her throat as she realized.
“The same thing.” Her statement seemed to calm him as he took his perch on the bucket once more. “Harry told me you lowered your wand,” she whispered as she rose to her knees before him. Within moments he was sobbing before her, tears pooling on the worn cloth of his trousers as his fingers tangled in his hair. With his elbows on his knees Ginny couldn’t get a good look at his face, but she could feel the anguish resonating from him. She understood, he was crying for his mother, he was crying for his past, he was crying for the wrong decisions, he was crying for what could have been, but mostly he was crying for what she’d just stopped. “What’s happened, happened, Draco. You can’t change it.” Her words were a whisper as she leaned forward to awkwardly pat his back.
She wracked her brain for any soothing words she could think of. “It’s not as if it would change much, Dumbledore would have died regardless, the war would have ended the same way, it would all probably be the same.” His sobs only grew in intensity at this. She pursed her lips anxiously as she rubbed circles on the rough cotton of his shirt. Without thinking she threw her arms around his shoulders and pulled him to her. She couldn’t stand sitting there and just watching while he was so miserable. He felt strange in her arms, and his weight was uncomfortable as his tears spilled onto her thin shirt, but she could honestly say she didn’t mind. They stayed like that for what seemed like an hour until he finally quieted. Ginny’s knees ached, and she shifted uncomfortably under the burden of him leaning on her, but she waited patiently nonetheless.
He finally took his weight from her shoulders slowly. He pulled back only enough to look her in the eye and take a rattling breath before leaning in and claiming her lips with his. Her eyes widened with shock, and she sat rigidly for a moment before her eyes fluttered closed against her will. She deeply inhaled the spicy scent that surrounded him as his tongue traced her bottom lip. Her senses snapped back to her with the force of a ton of bricks as she tasted his tears. With a muffled cry she placed both hands on his shoulders and pushed back lightly. Both only stared at the other for a moment, jaws hanging open, before Ginny rose slowly to her feet and took a step back. She hesitated only a moment before she offered her hand to help him up. He took it reluctantly and only opened his mouth to speak when he was towering over her once more.
“I--erm---”
“Let’s get back,” she cut him off firmly, but gently.
“Right. Lets.” He fumbled in his robes for a moment before producing the Ministry issued time-card and displaying it to Ginny. She tapped it once with her wand before grabbing his hand and flipping her own time-turner.
Within seconds they were both standing inside the glass room in the Auror department of the Ministry. Draco dropped her hand as soon as their feet were planted firmly on the floor. She gave him a weak smile before turning on her heel and heading for the door. Holding it open for him he was met by Williamson, who greeted him with a smile and led him into his office on the far side of the room. Draco cast her one glance over his shoulder before the door shut behind him.
Ginny breathed a deep sigh of relief before throwing her cloak on its usual hook and heading for the cabinet at the far side of the room.
“Ginevra Weasley, Auror number fifty-eight,” she said before the doors swung open, revealing an empty hook. She placed the time turner there quickly before striding to her desk and placing the paper from that morning into her outbox and leaving the office.
***
It was finally Saturday; she was in definite need of a Saturday after her Friday at the office. She turned her face upward to let the sun warm her winter-nipped skin. If only there was someone to thank for the wonder that was a Saturday in Diagon Alley, she thought happily. After a deep sigh she opened her eyes again and started toward the Leaky Cauldron.
“Hey! Weasley!” Her head whipped around at the noise. A strange flutter behind her heart started as she recognized the shouter. “Erm--Ginny.” The Draco Malfoy that stood before her was nothing like the one she had seen the day before. His hair was short and sleek, his face shaven, and his clothes, though still tattered, weren’t quite as grimy as she remembered. She attempted to smile at the man before her, who was rubbing his neck anxiously.
“Hi, Malfoy--Draco.” The name sounded weird as it left her mouth.
“Look, about what happened yesterday…” he started, but she cut him off short.
“Don’t worry about it, Malfoy. That was years ago.” She gave him a broad smile before continuing. “Now I believe you owe me dinner. I’m not the type of girl who kisses on the first date you see…”
He smiled broadly down at her. He was kind of attractive when he smiled.
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Ginny scribbled over the last of the punctuation from the ad with her quill before taking another bite of her toast. This ad had become the bane of her very existence. With tourism in the dumpster, the Ministry had taken (rather extreme) measures to stimulate the industry. Now, even with four years of Auror training under her belt, it was Ginny’s job to baby sit the rich and pampered as they played in the past. With a heavy sigh she rose to her feet and apparated to the Ministry. They checked her wand quickly before she just barely caught the lift. Standing uncomfortably, between two very tall men, she started when she heard a familiar voice from behind her.
“Another big day, huh, Gin?” A poke in the back caused her to whip her head around to glare at the offender.
“It’s Ginevra, Ernie. We’ve been through this.” Her statement was met with an exasperated sigh, and, thankfully, silence.
She hopped off the lift quickly when she heard the soothing voice announce level two. Stepping through the door to the Auror offices, she quickly checked her watch. She had a nasty habit of being late. Thanking Merlin that this wasn’t the case today, she headed straight for her desk. Her inbox, very predictably, had only one parchment. Grasping it disinterestedly she slit the seal and read the date. May 12, 1997. Just once she wished they’d assign her somewhere in winter. May had been uncomfortably hot that year, and under that cloak she always sweated like a pig. She crumpled the parchment hastily before throwing it back in the inbox and heading for the oaken cabinet on the opposite side of the room.
“Ginevra Weasley, Auror number fifty-eight,” she mumbled as her feet stopped just before the doors. They swung wide revealing a familiar gleaming silver chain. Ginny snatched the charm from its hook before turning on her heel and heading for the glass room in the corner. She pushed the door open just as her fingers closed around a silky cloak. After throwing the silver cloth over her shoulders and giving the time-turner a flip, she clenched her eyes shut. The tug at her navel and the vortex of colors that surrounded her never failed to make her feel decidedly queasy. Her first few times had resulted in getting sick all over the abandoned charms room she always arrived in. With a hiss of air she found herself in the familiar dusty room. Bringing two fingers to the bridge of her nose, she attempted to rub the black spots from her vision. Once they’d disappeared, and she’d checked her watch once more, she took a seat in the nearest chair.
The tattered diary slipped from her pocket quickly with the ease of practice. She propped her feet on the table before her and thumbed through the pages, looking for the date. Once on the proper page she began reading. It was amusing, always having to read her old journals. Sometimes she cursed herself for keeping such steadfast records of her adolescence; perhaps, if she hadn’t she would be on a more interesting assignment. But alas, she had, so she was stuck here, in this dusty school, reliving her adolescence day after day. She finished the page quickly. Today Harry would mistakenly cast ‘Sectumsempra’ at Malfoy and receive detention every Saturday for the rest of term. Who in Merlin’s name would want to come back to this day? Ginny shook her head half-heartedly. Probably another couple wanting to fool around in the school on the day they’d first snogged or something.
She rose to her feet slowly and tucked the little green book back in her pocket. After a yawn and a quick stretch she turned her feet toward the door. She wound her way through the familiar corridors and down to the first floor. Taking her usual perch on the grand staircase, she watched as the students ate breakfast. A smile teased her lips as her eyes focused on Harry. He had his gaze trained on her past self, who was talking to Neville, entirely oblivious to her admirer. She really enjoyed watching herself and Harry. He was a fond memory, one she would never tire of. There wasn’t even a slight sting as she remembered Harry and Luna’s wedding. Luna had looked so wonderful, yellow flowers woven into her straggly hair. A contented sigh escaped Ginny’s lips just as the students began to spill forth from the Great Hall. She rushed to her feet and into the small alcove next to the stairs before anyone had managed to trip over her. These moments of distraction were becoming more and more frequent the more time she spent in the past. She clenched her eyes shut tightly for a moment to collect herself before beginning her morning patrol.
It wasn’t until lunch time that she went out for another round. The visitor would be arriving within the hour, she would have to actually pay attention from here on out. She was sitting on a window sill on the seventh floor, watching the giant squid glide through the lake, when her wand vibrated, signaling the visitor’s arrival. Momentarily she considered getting up and searching for them, but after finding Lavender and Seamus coupling in the dungeons last week, she thought better of it. Best to give it a bit of time and keep her ears open. It wasn’t as if it really mattered. Only twice, throughout her four months of Hogwarts duty, had anyone actually successfully mucked anything up. First, Elveira Elkins had vehemently shaken a scowling Snape’s hand and thanked him for his bravery. Second, a young, pampered witch of fourteen had snuck away from Ginny’s side during the Yule Ball and asked a wide-eyed Dean Thomas to dance. Both instances had only taken a simple ‘Obliviate’ to fix, the only consequences a significant fine and a harsh chastising. Ginny giggled lightly at the memories.
Ginny was startled from her reverie by a young Draco Malfoy pacing in front of the wall opposite her. As she watched the door to the Room of Requirement open before him, she couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to him. After the war his family had been ridiculed, the Ministry had considered seizing all of their assets, and then suddenly they were gone. She watched curiously as Malfoy entered the room on wobbly legs. Wobble and Malfoy had never been in the same thought before, this caused Ginny to giggle silently. She knew, of course, what he was doing in the room; but she chose not to think of that. Dwelling too much on the events transpiring before her caused more pain than necessary.
It seemed as if the door to the Room of Requirement had barely disappeared when Ginny heard the sound of shuffling feet coming down the hallway. She snapped her head to the right and stared intently at the end of the hallway through the silvery haze of her cloak. Her head cocked to the side at the sight of a tall straggly blond man striding, no stumbling, down the hall toward her. Momentarily more surprised than she should have been, she rose quickly to her feet. Where the hell was his disillusionment charm? Who the hell did he think he was just walking through the place as if he belonged here? He certainly didn’t look as if he could afford a time-travel card; at this thought she halted the steps she had begun toward him and watched. Perhaps he was meant to be here and she hadn‘t noted it. Perhaps he had a meeting with one of the teachers and she‘d never been told. The man came ever closer to where she stood, an intent look in his eyes. He stopped only three paces from her and shifted his eyes nervously. He was nervous? This man was making Ginny more uncomfortable by the moment. She had the strange feeling that she recognized him.
Her hand immediately went to her wand as she scrutinized him further. Blond hair, shoulder length; aquiline nose; pallid skin, bordering on translucence; dirty blond stubble on his chin and neck; if it wasn’t for his dirty appearance, she would say he almost looked like a Malfoy. At this thought her heart skipped a beat. He looked exactly as she imagined Lucius Malfoy to look after he had been released from Azkaban. The nervous beat in her chest wound her nerves tighter with every thud. She clenched her eyes shut for only a moment; there was no way Lucius Malfoy could be in Hogwarts. He was most definitely still in Azkaban on this day. Who then? Who was this man? Her eyes opened again just as he took another step. He was pacing on the spot, hands raking through his tangled hair in obvious anxiety. Ginny watched curiously as the man stopped once again and turned to face the wall opposite her. A gasp escaped her lips as his fingers closed around the reformed handle of the door to the Room of Requirement.
She lunged before she could think and before he could stop her, she locked his elbows behind him and used all her might to drag him away from the door. A sigh of relief couldn’t be contained as she realized he hadn’t succeeded in turning the door knob completely. He was grumbling incoherently, casting his eyes wildly about the hallway, before he finally wrestled free of her grasp.
"Petrificus Totalus,” she muttered before he had time to protest. The cloak slipped from her form as she took a step to stand over the man. She still couldn’t place where she’d seen him before. With a mental shrug she dropped the thought and silently levitated him into the nearest unused classroom. She placed herself in front of the door before throwing the counter-curse in his general direction.
“Stay where you are and produce your time-card.” The words carried a conviction that would bring most to their knees. This man, however, just stared at her with his unnerving slate eyes.
“Bloody hell I will.”
Ginny felt her jaw drop open, she’d know that drawl anywhere. Her temper instantly flared at the realization. “What in Merlin’s name did you think you were doing, Malfoy? Do you want to go to Azkaban? Is that it?” her shouts of fury seemed to have no affect on him.
“What business is it of yours if I do, Weasley?” The sneer that came over his face on the last word was much less menacing than she remembered it. Everything about him seemed less menacing. If he hadn’t spoken she would never have believed this man to be Draco Malfoy. For once in her life Ginny wished that he had remembered his hair gel that day.
“Just give me your time-card, Draco. If it’s Azkaban you want, then I can certainly arrange that, but you won’t go mucking things up for me.” She took a step forward as she spoke. He was busy rubbing his obviously sore elbows.
“I paid good money for that card. There’s no way I’ll be giving it back just yet.” He glared at her before mimicking her steps forward. Soon he was towering over her, a cool glare in his eyes.
“What are you going to do, Malfoy? You don’t have a wand. Are you going to hit me?” She met his glare easily with one of her own. He couldn’t intimidate her, not looking like that at least.
“Would you like me to, Ginny?” He practically purred her name as he cocked an eyebrow at her. Her eyes widened in shock as realization of what he had said washed over her. She had just opened her mouth to sputter indignantly when he gracefully sidestepped around her and leaped toward the door. Rooted to the spot with her mouth hanging open and her cheeks flaming, she could only watch as he disappeared from sight. It was just like Malfoy to leave her with nothing to say.
It was only seconds before she had raced from the room to chase after him. Her progress was slowed, however, as she tripped over the abandoned invisibility cloak and fell face first on the stone floor. After scrambling to her feet and snatching the cloak she was on her way again. She caught sight of him as he turned onto the staircase at the end of the hall and she rushed onward. Small stones threatened to send her tumbling every other step, but miraculously she managed to stay upright long enough to reach the landing of the sixth floor. Her eyes scanned the corridor wildly, searching for the telltale mane of scraggly platinum hair. She found it quickly; he was luckily the only other inhabitant. Heels clicking ominously, she strode toward him purposefully. He was standing, as if frozen to the spot, with his hand on the brass handle of the boys’ washroom.
“Freeze, Malfoy!” she hissed with as much venom as she could muster. His eyes flew to her immediately, and without response, he turned the handle and shoved the door open silently. Curses escaped her lips before she could stop them as she flew forward. She nearly barreled into him again as she finally reached the washroom door. About to scream very rude things at his unshaven face she stopped short. He seemed frozen again, his eyes staring straight forward. Curiously she turned her gaze in the direction of his and was met with an extremely peculiar sight. The young Draco Malfoy was standing before a very grimy mirror, hands posed on either side of a porcelain sink, with tears streaming down his face. Ginny’s heart sank slightly at the image before Moaning Myrtle found her way to the miserable boy.
Ginny was still staring, awestruck, when she heard the first hint of approaching footsteps. Without thinking she threw the cloak over herself and the still frozen Malfoy before shoving him directly into the broom closet behind them. She barely caught sight of young Harry making his way toward the bathroom door before she silently clicked the lock home. Almost completely facing Malfoy, she muttered a curse, before quickly wheeling around and warding the doors. She cast a quick silencing charm for good measure before whispering ‘Lumos.’ Now facing him head on, with barely a meter between them, she set her jaw and gave him a fierce glare.
“I am only going to ask you this once more before I hex you into next week, Malfoy. What in the name of Merlin’s sagging left knee do you think you are doing?” No answer left his lips. Instead he looked straight at her, a haunted look buried deep within his grey eyes, and his mouth hanging agape. This Malfoy unnerved Ginny in the most unpleasant way. What she wouldn’t give for the miserable, sneering git she’d known in school. “Just give me your bloody card,” she said as she held out her hand expectantly. Her words finally seemed to have registered. His eyes turned down to her palm and he shook his head slowly. His mouth formed the word ‘No’ but no sound came out. “Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. I have a time-turner. You should know that if I’m forced to use that then you’ll definitely be in loads of trouble.” An anguished look flittered across his face before he attempted to straighten his shoulders. This was made difficult by the slanting ceiling of the broom closet.
“I won’t be going back yet.” The attempt at his normal drawl was pathetic, especially as Ginny took notice of his shaking hands. She let out an exasperated sigh before reaching beneath her cloak and grasping the familiar silver pendant. His eyes focused on it immediately. He attempted to take a step backward, a feat that was met with the clattering of several buckets, as he shook his head silently.
“You haven’t a choice at this point. Grab my hand, Malfoy.” She held out her hand impatiently, hoping he’d take it willingly. A gasp of shock left her lips as something cold and wet made contact with the tip of her index finger. Jerking her hand back and inspecting it she found it was just water. Her eyes searched out his face once more and she was met with a shock. Draco Malfoy was crying; the tears leaving trails on his grimy cheeks.
“I can’t go back yet. I can’t fail again,” he was muttering almost inaudibly. Her heart clenched again in the most curious way. She instantly felt awkward. Having six older brothers hadn’t exactly led her to grow up as the leaky type. With no idea of what she should do she reached forward and patted his elbow awkwardly.
“Erm, it’s okay, Malfoy. You--uh--you won’t get in trouble, okay?” she was stumbling over her words as the tears continued to trail down his cheeks. “Let’s just go back. What do you say?” He was shaking his head and sniveling incoherently as he sank to sit on the nearest bucket. Ginny shifted awkwardly from foot to foot with no idea of what to do. She could just grab his arm and take them both back, but that seemed wrong with the state he was in. She was sure demanding his time-card again would wield no results, and she didn’t have the heart to summon it; instead she dropped to her knees and met his eyes as best she could.
“Do you--erm--do you want to talk?” she asked in a voice that she was sure sounded just as unsure as she felt. He raised his glistening eyes to hers and wiped his eyes hastily. A sneer was formed on his face within seconds.
“I don’t need your pity,” he snarled in a most unconvincing way. She couldn’t help but smile at his half-hearted attempt at malice.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I’m the one who gets to decide if you go to Azkaban.” A chuckle escaped her lips as she spoke, it only increased as a bewildered expression broke through his cold front.
“What’s it to you, Weasley? You’ll send me there regardless, I’m sure.” His Adam’s apple bobbed visibly.
“You don’t know that; maybe if you have a good reason I’ll reconsider.” He eyed her warily for a moment before pursing his lips. A chuckle escaped her again at the sight. The chuckle was cut short by a shout from behind her.
“MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER!”
Ginny’s heart leapt into her throat at the sound. The tension in the room skyrocketed and Ginny turned only to see the tears falling down Draco’s face again.
“You’ve ruined it,” he mumbled so low Ginny hardly heard him. The clenching feeling was around her heart once more, it almost made her nauseous.
“Ruined what?” she asked gently as she placed her hand uncomfortably over his. To her surprise, he didn’t jerk his away.
“You’ve ruined it. I can’t fix it now.”
“Fix what, Malfoy?” His eyes found hers as the question left her lips. She gave him her best encouraging smile, silently urging him to go on. The anguish in his eyes quickly turned to disgust as he pulled his hand away. His lip curled in a perfect imitation of his past-self.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t know what just happened out there! Don’t pretend like you don’t know Potter nearly just killed me!” His shout caught her off guard and she knocked a mop over as she stumbled backward. It took her a moment to catch her breath before she could respond.
“Don’t act so self-righteous. He barely hurt you! It’s not as if he used an unforgivable.” The moment the words left her lips she wished she could retract them. He didn’t seem to need reminding of his indiscretions. Tears flowed down his face even as the angry expression remained set.
“Barely hurt me did he?” As he spat the words at her his fingers fumbled with the buttons of his tattered shirt. Ginny’s brow furrowed as he peeled the cloth apart, revealing a grey-tinged plane of skin. Her eyes focused immediately on a ragged silver scar that intersected the flesh diagonally. A small gasp escaped her lips at the sight. “A touch worse than a 'Cruciatus' if you ask me.” She had no doubt then that he’d caught the meaning of her words. It wasn’t the first time in her life that Malfoy had rendered her speechless. Her eyes remained fix on the silver scar until the last of it had been covered by cloth once again. “Saint Potter doesn’t look so saintly now, does he?” The drawl was there, but Ginny couldn’t hear any fervour behind it.
“What were you trying to do?” her voice was barely above a whisper, but in the small cupboard, she was sure he heard.
“What business is it of yours?” he asked as he cast his eyes to the floor.
“If you don’t tell me I’m going to send us both back. Don’t toy with me, Malfoy.” He tensed visibly at the mention of cutting his trip short. Ginny waited a moment before losing her patience. “Accio--”
“Wait!” he shouted raising his eyes to meet hers. There was a moment of silence before his shoulders slouched in obvious defeat. “I just--I just wanted to tell him-me something.” His eyes seemed to be watering yet again.
“And what did you want to tell you?” she asked with an arched eyebrow. He swiped furiously at his face before responding.
“It doesn’t matter now, anyway. You’ve ruined it.”
“Stop being a tease and spill it, Malfoy. While we have all the time in the world, I really don’t have the patience.”
“It was just a warning, okay? It doesn’t matter now, anyway! Just grab your little time-turner and take us back and you can ship me off to Azkaban just like you did my father!” His fury was drowned in the tears that were making their way down his face again, and she couldn’t find it within herself to be spiteful any longer.
“What was the warning?” she asked with sincere curiosity. He only stared as she settled herself into a more comfortable position.
“To take the help I was offered.” He covertly wiped the tears from his cheeks then, obviously hoping she hadn’t noticed.
“And you had to do it when death was imminent, hmm?” Pity obviously wasn’t helpful when dealing with a Malfoy, so she was taking a more natural route.
“It had to be before Potter tried to off me. It would have been earlier if you hadn’t interrupted.” A glare made its way through his broken features.
“Why before?” She stretched back to lean against the door behind her.
“Because I lost faith that there was a good side after this,” he motioned to the corridor behind him at his statement. She nodded her understanding. Ginny felt the familiar heart wrench as another tear found its way down his face. If anyone had told her five years ago that watching Malfoy cry would be anything less than satisfying she would have checked them for the 'Imperious.'
“Who offered you help?” her voice cracked as she asked. The emotions that were so obvious in his usually cold eyes threw her off. She found it hard to talk to him when he was like this.
“Dumbledore. Look, just drop it, let’s go back.”
Ginny shook her head, she was too curious now. “Not yet. You mean when he offered to hide you and your mother?”
His jaw clenched at her words. “Don’t speak about my mother.” A frown settled upon his face as the tears rolled with a new ferocity.
“I didn’t mean to…”
“Don’t apologize either. She’s dead. Not like it’s your fault.”
Her hand flew to her mouth as her stomach sank to her knees. “What happened?”
His lips parted, but he didn’t speak. His eyes had taken on a lost look and it took all her willpower not to reach for him. “She couldn’t handle the way we had to live. Refused to eat, got sick…” he trailed off then, but she didn’t press him further. Both took a moment of silence before Ginny spoke again.
“Where did you go then? After it was over?”
“Somewhere unpleasant, where there wasn’t enough food and we both had to do things we weren’t proud of. Now stop this stupid game, Weasley. I’m not some puppet, okay? Take us both back.”
A weak smile touched her lips as she looked at him. “You have your time-card. You can go whenever you’d like.”
His mouth dropped open as he stared at her. She couldn’t help but shake her head, an amused smile on her lips. “You think I’m stupid? I grab your cloak and try to go back, you wrestle free the last minute and stay here only to rush to the hospital wing and try to knock some sense into your past self. I’m not an Auror for nothing.”
He glared at her as she spoke. Neither said anything for a long time. The hush between them wound the tension in Ginny’s spine until she felt she might snap. She spoke when she couldn’t stand it any longer. “So go.” It was a simple command but he met it with a look of utter contempt regardless.
“Go? Go back to where most would just as soon kill me as shake my hand? Yes, I’m sure I want to get back to that as soon as possible.”
“I’m sure you’re exaggerating.” She knew the world had been harsh to him, but surely there were still some that wouldn’t care.
“Ha! I’ve had to live in filth! I’ve had to do things you wouldn’t imagine for those filthy Muggles! All because no one will believe that I’m sorry for what I did! They won’t believe that I lowered my wand! They refuse to believe I couldn’t do it, that I didn’t even want to do it! I‘m not my father! I didn‘t want any of that, I didn‘t want to follow him, but I had to. I had to!” He rose to his feet as he spoke, kicking a bucket and sending it clanging against the opposite wall. “What would they have done in my place? What would you have done in my place?” He turned toward her as he roared the last question. Her lips parted in puzzlement as she stared up at his raging figure. What would she have done? If her mother were threatened, if she had no choice, her heart stuck in her throat as she realized.
“The same thing.” Her statement seemed to calm him as he took his perch on the bucket once more. “Harry told me you lowered your wand,” she whispered as she rose to her knees before him. Within moments he was sobbing before her, tears pooling on the worn cloth of his trousers as his fingers tangled in his hair. With his elbows on his knees Ginny couldn’t get a good look at his face, but she could feel the anguish resonating from him. She understood, he was crying for his mother, he was crying for his past, he was crying for the wrong decisions, he was crying for what could have been, but mostly he was crying for what she’d just stopped. “What’s happened, happened, Draco. You can’t change it.” Her words were a whisper as she leaned forward to awkwardly pat his back.
She wracked her brain for any soothing words she could think of. “It’s not as if it would change much, Dumbledore would have died regardless, the war would have ended the same way, it would all probably be the same.” His sobs only grew in intensity at this. She pursed her lips anxiously as she rubbed circles on the rough cotton of his shirt. Without thinking she threw her arms around his shoulders and pulled him to her. She couldn’t stand sitting there and just watching while he was so miserable. He felt strange in her arms, and his weight was uncomfortable as his tears spilled onto her thin shirt, but she could honestly say she didn’t mind. They stayed like that for what seemed like an hour until he finally quieted. Ginny’s knees ached, and she shifted uncomfortably under the burden of him leaning on her, but she waited patiently nonetheless.
He finally took his weight from her shoulders slowly. He pulled back only enough to look her in the eye and take a rattling breath before leaning in and claiming her lips with his. Her eyes widened with shock, and she sat rigidly for a moment before her eyes fluttered closed against her will. She deeply inhaled the spicy scent that surrounded him as his tongue traced her bottom lip. Her senses snapped back to her with the force of a ton of bricks as she tasted his tears. With a muffled cry she placed both hands on his shoulders and pushed back lightly. Both only stared at the other for a moment, jaws hanging open, before Ginny rose slowly to her feet and took a step back. She hesitated only a moment before she offered her hand to help him up. He took it reluctantly and only opened his mouth to speak when he was towering over her once more.
“I--erm---”
“Let’s get back,” she cut him off firmly, but gently.
“Right. Lets.” He fumbled in his robes for a moment before producing the Ministry issued time-card and displaying it to Ginny. She tapped it once with her wand before grabbing his hand and flipping her own time-turner.
Within seconds they were both standing inside the glass room in the Auror department of the Ministry. Draco dropped her hand as soon as their feet were planted firmly on the floor. She gave him a weak smile before turning on her heel and heading for the door. Holding it open for him he was met by Williamson, who greeted him with a smile and led him into his office on the far side of the room. Draco cast her one glance over his shoulder before the door shut behind him.
Ginny breathed a deep sigh of relief before throwing her cloak on its usual hook and heading for the cabinet at the far side of the room.
“Ginevra Weasley, Auror number fifty-eight,” she said before the doors swung open, revealing an empty hook. She placed the time turner there quickly before striding to her desk and placing the paper from that morning into her outbox and leaving the office.
***
It was finally Saturday; she was in definite need of a Saturday after her Friday at the office. She turned her face upward to let the sun warm her winter-nipped skin. If only there was someone to thank for the wonder that was a Saturday in Diagon Alley, she thought happily. After a deep sigh she opened her eyes again and started toward the Leaky Cauldron.
“Hey! Weasley!” Her head whipped around at the noise. A strange flutter behind her heart started as she recognized the shouter. “Erm--Ginny.” The Draco Malfoy that stood before her was nothing like the one she had seen the day before. His hair was short and sleek, his face shaven, and his clothes, though still tattered, weren’t quite as grimy as she remembered. She attempted to smile at the man before her, who was rubbing his neck anxiously.
“Hi, Malfoy--Draco.” The name sounded weird as it left her mouth.
“Look, about what happened yesterday…” he started, but she cut him off short.
“Don’t worry about it, Malfoy. That was years ago.” She gave him a broad smile before continuing. “Now I believe you owe me dinner. I’m not the type of girl who kisses on the first date you see…”
He smiled broadly down at her. He was kind of attractive when he smiled.
Author notes: Thank you to Eclectic Jello for the beta, she's a lifesaver <3
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