Once Upon a Broken Heart

A/N- hey everyone! I know, I know I'm supposed to be writing Forever Yours but I had a few hours spare time so I decided to write this. The idea was circulating my head all day so I decided to just sit down and do it. Don't worry- I haven't given up on FY, I just need a larger chunk of time for that one since each thing has implications in future chapters. Anyways I hope you like the sequel! But please- read the first one Chemicals React first!

p.s- I got inspiration for this from a Ella Enchanted song, called of course: Once Upon A Broken Heart.

Once Upon A Broken Heart

I couldn't sleep, so I walked out of my flat. I began to walk on the London streets, using only the moon as my guide.

It was late now, but not too late to be out. But my thoughts wouldn't rest and the silence of my apartment was too loud to think.

I walked aimlessly on the street, watching the few people that are out at this hour, walking to their cars and driving away.

Seeing Draco Malfoy after four years was a strange thing. I had only started to breathe properly when I got out of the office. My heart had only slowed down when I Apparated into my flat.

Seeing him again brought back too many memories. They flooded over me, taking me and plunging me into a sea of grief.

Malfoy represented so many feelings about myself. I had wanted to be strong, but in the end I was weak.

He had once told me that I was strong for believing in my side and for fighting in what I believed in.

But after Harry's death, I was strong no more. I have given up. Surrendered to the world that wanted to hold me prisoner.

Love was a thing of the past and my goal became my job. I worked day and night, night and day to become an Auror. Now seeing whom my boss was, made the victory bittersweet.

I locked myself up in my flat, defeated once and for all. Mum visited me, told me to come to this wedding and that function, and I attended, but only as a ghost.

I felt as if life was moving on without me, and I was getting run over by it.

Ron and Hermione had their first child a year ago and seeing them happy made me happy. Bill and Fleur had two children now and Charlie had settled down in Romania and Fred and George had just gotten married.

I was just left alone. I was loveless and friendless. Since I had thrown myself into my career and training, whatever friends I had had from Hogwarts left me, claiming I was a workaholic.

Alone. The word doesn't even seem to encompass the pain of the feeling. It can't even begin to describe the silence that drowns me, the feeling that I am dying bit by bit every day.

Seeing Draco again shows me a different Ginny. One that was strong, one that had values, emotions, feelings, belief and hope for the world.

Looking at her makes me realize what a coward I am. Instead of facing Draco after that night of passionate love, I ran. I ran far away because I was afraid of what it could be.

I was also ashamed of myself for betraying Harry, the one I truly loved. So I turned my back on Draco, thinking I would always have Harry. But I took love for granted and that's when life turned nasty. It took Harry away from me. In one instant I went from a girl with two loves into a woman with none.

All day today, I ignored Draco. Seeing him made me feel as if I was underwater, the way I felt that time before I kissed him for the first time, daring to be bold and try something new.

His overcast eyes questioned me all day, wondering what had happened. But I refused to meet his eyes, because I didn't know myself.

I still don't know. I don't know who I am or what I've become.

The sky becomes cloud filled as I walk further down the road. The clouds threaten to rain on me and this is when I realize I don't have an umbrella or jacket to keep my dry.

The Ginny he loved is no longer there. Or did he love her? I don't even know anymore. I don't think I do know then either.

But the girl that used to be there has been gone for so long that even I have forgotten what she looked like. She's been buried and will never be revived.

But the pains and grief she left behind, I have to deal with.

I walk into a wizarding bar, which is disguised as a hidden alley and order a butterbeer. I'm not supposed to drink them because I have an allergy, but today I need to drown my sorrows in something.

I broke Draco's heart when I turned on him that day. Because now life has turned on me and I have to nurse my broken heart.

So many hopes and dreams I had built around a future with Harry. And then when Harry left, the future became bleak and black.

Tears fall from my eyes now, big, fat immeasurable tears. The times I have cried for this reason is countless. As I walk back outside, the clouds bang, there is a roaring clap of thunder and the sky lights up with lightning.

Within seconds, the sky is crying with me, the claps of thunder synonymous to the deep throbs of pain in my heart.

Soon I can't take it anymore. I crumple onto the ground, crying silently.

I want another chance, I really do. I thought I didn't. I thought I had admitted defeat, but there had always been a slim thread of hope that I had overlooked.

I want to start again, I want to be loved, I want to love, I want to live, says my broken heart.

But I've messed up. Again and again, I keep running away, from people that matter to me: Mum, Ron, Hermione, the twins, Bill, Charlie, Harry at one point, Draco and of course...me.

I want to live again. I want to feel the sunshine warm on my face, want to smell the roses so sweet, want to hear the melody of the birds singing, taste my favourite fruit and see the world as it blooms in spring and hibernates in winter.

But I can't. I've forgotten how to live. I've become...

"Ginny?"

Through my thick tears and with the rain washing down my face, I blink trying to focus the dark shape into something I know.

I can't see who or what it is, just a dark shape standing in front of me.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes. I'm imagining things now.

"Who...who's there?" my voice cracks as I ask.

The shape steps forward and I see Draco standing in front of me. "Are you okay?" he asks me.

No. This can't be happening. He can't see me like this, so vulnerable. I'm dreaming. I have to be.

I close my eyes. Maybe if I can't see it, then it'll go away.

I take deep gasps of air, trying to breathe and calm down, but I can't seem to calm down my racing heart.

"Ginny?" The voice is more urgent now. "Are you all right?"

I feel an arm around my shoulders, which makes me realize- it's real. I'm not dreaming.

My eyes flicker open and I see Draco's face floating right above my right shoulder. His arm tightens around my shoulders.

Again I question myself- am I dreaming? Is this really happening?

In so long, no one's asked me if I was all right. No one's held me like this for a long time. No one's said my name like they care about me.

This makes me sob more, feeling as if my heart will break into a thousand pieces with the pain. The sky roars and ground shakes. It's as if the world feels my pain and cries out with me.

"Ginny, I don't think you're well," comes Draco's voice from somewhere above my right ear, but it sounds so far away to me.

My eyes are flickering and closing, my head's getting heavier and then everything's black...

***

My head throbs as my eyes open. I'm in an unfamiliar place, an unknown bed.

The bed I'm in is large and wooden and very comfortable.

Its still night, but it's later now as the room is dark. It lights up occasionally from the lightning outside.

Oh my god. Draco. This is Draco's room. Draco's house. I'm in Draco's house, in his room, in his bed.

Immediately I get up from the bed, stumbling in the dark.

I open the door to the bedroom and walk out into the hall.

Draco is sitting on a chair facing the fireplace. The fire is alight and the logs are burning, casting the room with merry light.

Draco's blond hair shines in the light as he sits and stares at the fire. His back is stiff as if he's worried about something and is in deep thought.

As I watch him, my head begins to clear up just a bit.

Then I make that fateful step out of the room, shivering in my damp clothes.

But instead of walking out gracefully, I trip on the leg of a chair and fall flat on my head.

Draco turns around, with an eyebrow up looking at me. His mirth disappears right away when he sees me on the ground, with me moaning that my head has hit the table and my foot is sprained.

"Can you get up?" he asks me, putting one arm around my shoulder to help me up.

I try to wobble, but I can't walk without experiencing too much pain. So he picks me up and carries me back into the bedroom.

He lays me down gently on the bed and takes out his wand. He pushes my foot one way and another as I whimper when it hurts. He then mutteres a bit spells to make it heal and then bandages it up.

Then he sits down on the side of the bed, near my head to see what the damage is there. I hit my head pretty hard and as a result there is a bump.

I shiver as he touches the bump, cleaning up the blood. His hands are soft and warm on my cool skin.

His eyes meet mine and my breath catches in my throat.

I'm sorry, I try to convey with my eyes. I'm sorry I'm not as strong as you thought I was.

His eyes bore into mine as he fixes the bump. I don't even realize that it's healed and his hands still on my forehead.

"I'm sorry," I whisper. I try to fill as much emotion into my words so he knows what I'm sorry for. For disappointing him, for running away, for not being strong, for everything.

"Don't be sorry," he says, his voice not much louder than mine. His hand has left my forehead and is now wiping away the one tear that dares to fall now. "You've spent four years being sorry."

I bit my lip, feeling his body close to mine. "Do you forgive me?"

He's closer now. His chest is gently pressing mine. "I already did, long ago."

And then his lips meet mine, in such emotion that could only have been pent-up desire.

I kiss him back, feeling the world around me burst into life as I am born again.

Our bodies mix together in state of passion, desire and love. Even though he spoke only a few words to me since we last met, the meaning of his kisses speak louder.

He has forgiven me; I know that. He forgave me long ago and tried to forget me, knowing I was someone else's.

The passion of his kisses tells me that he's been waiting for me all this time. Waiting for the day that we would meet so that he could love me again.

The desire his kisses convey tell me that he has wanted this for four years, in all the time he waited for me.

The love his kisses show can only mean one thing. That he loves me, more and more with every kiss. More than he did that one night we made love. That this is the real thing, real love and not lust that he was saving for me all this time.

With every kiss, my heart swells and heals. Soon my heart is whole and happy as the pieces fly up and connect with one another; no longer broken.

Once upon a broken heart...

A/N- tell me what you think! And please don't berate my about not updating...I feel guilty!