The story of the picture
“Okay, Gin. I’ll meet you back home,” Harry said.
“That’s fine. I’ll see you there, Ginny replied.
“Love you,” Harry said, before kissing her goodbye. Whistling, Harry walked back to their apartment with his hands casually in his pockets. Ginny turned and locked eyes with a tall blond man. His fists were clenched.
“Draco?” Ginny whispered tentatively, a knot forming in her stomach. She felt naseous. Draco looked at her intensely before glancing at the distant figure that was Harry before he turned and started walking away.
“Draco! Stop!” Ginny implored, running after him, “I can explain!”
Draco whipped around, “Really? Can you? You can explain how you ended up with Harry bloody Potter after you told me that you loved me.”
“Draco, I’m sorry! After you showed me your…..after you showed me your Mark, Harry was there to help me cope.”
“So after I revealed the secret that you desperately wanted to know, you turned to that arse?”
“Don’t give me that, Draco Malfoy! After you showed me the Mark, I never saw you again! You ran away! You didn’t even try to talk to me or work it out. I waited for you. All this time….”
Draco looked at her coldly, “Malfoys don’t run away.”
“For Merlin’s sake, Draco! You’re too proud to even admit that you’re upset about seeing me with Harry.”
“You can be with whoever you damn want. I just thought you would have realized low your standards are. I mean, Potter?”
“Don’t you dare, Draco,” Ginny said, fighting back the tears.
“Don’t I dare what?”
“Don’t you dare blame me. You’re the one that left. You didn’t have to deal with being left alone.”
“So I leave you alone for a little bit and—”
“Five years, Draco! Five years! All this time I thought you were dead!”
Draco sat on a bench near the area they were standing and leaned forward so he was looking at the ground. Ginny approached him slowly until she stood directly in front of him.
“Draco…” she placed her hand on his arm, “I’m glad you’re alive…..Draco…I meant what I said about me waiting for you.”
Draco sharply looked over at her, “What do you mean?”
“That night…before you…we were going to,” Ginny swallowed, “I was going to…that is to say, I was planning on…”
“I wanted you to be my first.”
“Are you telling me that you’re—”
“Yes. I’ve waited.”
Draco looked at Ginny for a second, absorbing the new information he was given, before pulling her down onto his lap and pressing his lips against hers.
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