The story begins

"Not together?" Ron asked, confused. "But both of you disappeared at the same time and when you come back you do it together, and not only that, but married!

"Leaving was my own decision, right then I hated him as much as you still do!"

"Ginny," Hermione said roughly, "so the two of you just ran into each other? Stop lying!"

"What about the photo?" Ron exclaimed at the same time as the door slammed shut. Two male voices were heard from the hall, growing stronger and stronger.

Draco Malfoy stopped the second he laid eyes on Harry Potter. But he would never let them see his weaknesses. He let a smirk grew on his lips as Blaise came up besides him. "Talking about your failure, are you, dear?" he asked Ginny, glad he'd heard Ron's last sentence as he turned towards the others. "Maybe she should start from the beginning." His voice dripped of

snide.

"You shut up Malfoy!" Ron exclaimed, and now the redness began to climb upwards from the neck. "You have nothing to do with this!"

Ginny frowned. "That's funny Ron, I thought he had everything to do with this. I mean, apparently he ran away with me, or was it a kidnap? Yes, we've read the papers. And sorry if I'm wrong, but didn't you just confirm the fact that I married him?"

"Stop being a ditz!" Ron shouted as an answer, but before he could continue, Arthur rose to his feet.

"No Ron," he said with all his authority, making even Draco impressed. "I think Draco's right. We should listen to what Ginny has to say."

A moment of silence came up. But then a solemn expression reached Harry as he nodded and sat down, pulling both Ron and Hermione with him. Draco smirked and leaned himself negligent towards the doorpost. He was glad he hadn't missed this circus. The dream team was obviously crashed.

"There's tea in the kitchen Draco," Ginny said tiredly as she stood up and walked to the window. "If you want."

He could feel it by every movement she did, this was so hard for her. "Just begin with the photo, Ginny." He said trustingly.

She turned her head towards Draco. He smirked at her, making her want to punch him in the face. It gave her the strength to begin. She took a deep breath. "I thought Hermione would figure it out. The photo I... I couldn't leave everything behind like I wanted to, so I charmed the photo to show that I was safe. I didn't know it also would show who I was with. That's

my so-called failure."

"But why," Arthur asked. "Why did you leave in the first place?"

"And where does Malfoy enter?" Hermione asked critically. She obviously didn't believe Ginny's story.

"I left because, even though you thought not, I knew what worried all of you the most: my security." She paused and looked in their faces. Yes, she had been right. "Voldemort. Didn't he go after those who Harry loved the most? His parents, Sirius, Dumbledore. You all feared that I was next, not only because of our relationship, but also because my death could destroy

the Golden Trio. I didn't want to be hidden away somewhere, so I left."

"Sweet, isn't it?" Blaise commented as he came out of the kitchen with two butterbeers, one for himself and one for Draco. Only a few weeks and he'd already made himself at home in their rooms. "And you haven't even heard the best part yet."

Ginny gave a small smile. He was just like Draco, building up a wall of defense around him so that no one would be able to attack. Blaise didn't know anything about the story she was telling, and yet he'd already provoked Ron and the others to believe he had knew it all along.

She decided to continue. "It was a Thursday, early in the morning when I left. I packed my things in a bag and climbed out the window. It was easy. I found my way in to London, and to Kings Cross Station, where I bought a ticket to Scotland."

"What about Malfoy?" Harry said slowly, glancing towards Hermione. Ginny didn't know if he asked for her or his own sake.

"I was just about to find the way to the platform, number 6 it was I think, when..."

"Number six, number six.."1 she mumbled to herself, without noticing the person clad in a cloak creeping up behind her until he'd pressed a hand against her mouth and pulled her with him into a dark corner.

He pinned her up against the wall, still with one hand covering her mouth, and stared at her. "What are you doing here Weasley?" he hissed. But Ginny saw something she'd never seen in his eyes before: worry.

Slowly he let go of her mouth, as if he was trying her, would she scream or not? She took a deep breath. "What does it look like Malfoy?" she answered in a hoarse voice. "I'm not going to Hogwarts at least. Are you?"

He stared at her, realizing they were in the same situation. "Where are you going?"

"And why should I tell you?" she snapped. "So that you and your deatheater friends can capture me?"

"Hey Weasley, when did you stop thinking? The Order isn't after me, are they?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Yesterday!" he exclaimed, making people around them turn their heads towards the couple. "I fled from the deathquarters."

It was now Ginny's turn to stare. "Bloody Merlin. I'm leaving too."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Yea, I figured. Where are you going?"

She hesitated. "Scotland."

He smirked, and from his pocket he pulled out a ticket, exactly as the one Ginny'd bought ten minutes earlier. "Looks as if you'll get company, Weasley."

"Forget it!1 Ginny said and pushed him away from her. "I'm not going anywhere with you, you... you murderer!"

She made a move to leave, but he grabbed her arm forcefully to stop her. "Do you think I want to do this with you either? You're a Weasley, a blood-traitor!"

"Then why?"

"You have no idea who's after me Weasley, and as soon they'll find out I met you here, and when they do, you'll be their next target."

Ginny snorted. "Isn't that what you want? If you capture me, it won't be hard to get to Harry!"

"No!" Draco exclaimed and looked her straight in the eyes. "I've left them Weasley. I'm not working for him anymore. I'm not going to let them have another victory because of me. You're going with me, whether you like it or not."

"...and, well, that's how it began."

Ginny closed her mouth and watched her audience take in the story she'd just told them. Somehow she realized this was going to be a long evening.

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