What if tomorrow never comes?

What if tomorrow never comes?

Ginevra Molly Malfoy. I pen this name today, not as a name that is mine, but as a name that will never be mine.

What is tomorrow? Tomorrow is but an illusion that perhaps is real, but perhaps isn't.

Tomorrow may come or may not.

I learned this one year when my heart separated from my brain and wouldn't see reason. I learned this when, instead of walking to places, I would float. I learned this when the whole world was my playground, when I could go whichever way I wanted.

I learned this the day that I fell in love with Draco Malfoy.

That was the day that the whole world turned topsy turvy for me. My brain said that I loved Harry but my heart said it loved Draco.

I was surprised at what my heart was saying, but I couldn't help it. Not when so much had happened between us.

In the many months that Harry was away from school, practicing for the war, I spent thinking about him and wondering if he was all right. I would have dreams about him holding me in his arms, kissing me and touching me all over.

But Draco had also come back to Hogwarts, after abandoning the Death Eaters and seeking shelter from them at Hogwarts.

One night he caught me unawares, when most of the students were gone for holidays. I was lonely and he was lonely, since his mother was just killed by He-Who-Must-Not be named.

One thing led to another and when I woke up the next morning, I wasn't a virgin anymore. I changed, not just in terms of my virginity but in terms of who I was.

But I was confused. I had told Harry that I would wait for him and yet I couldn't bear to be apart from Draco. Even though, I had always thought Draco was evil, I realised that his circumstances were just evil.

He had a cocky charm about him that I found hard to resist and underneath his steel coat of armour, he was really caring...and he loved me.

When I told him these things, he laughed and said, "You're crazy, you know that?"

"I'm crazy about you," I answered. "But Draco, what do you like about me? I mean, what made you attracted to me?"

Draco looked at his watch. We were in the Room of Requirement, sitting on big cushions.

"It's late. I promise I'll tell you tomorrow," he said, helping me up. He then walked me to my dorm, without getting caught, and then kissed me good night.

I smiled sweetly as I lay down to sleep, eagerly anticipating tomorrow, when he would tell me.

He kept his promise and indeed told me all the things he loved about me. They were that I was a strong person, I was optimistic and that I didn't care what people thought about me. He also said that he loved how I had such a strong mind and spirit.

I guess one thing I loved being with him was that I felt different, stronger and more independent. There was a bit of excitement to him and I got to try so many new things that I had never done before and the thought of being with him made me shiver with anticipation because I never knew what would happen.

The day before my birthday, I kept bugging him to tell me what he got me for my birthday.

"Is it jewellery?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "You'll never guess."

We were at Hogsmeade, hiding in one of the teashops. I nudged him.

"Just tell me!" I begged.

"Ginny, when's your birthday?"

I frowned. "Tomorrow?"

"Exactly," he said, smirking. "So tomorrow is when you'll get it."

I grumbled and mumbled for a while, but the next day it was forgotten, because when he took his hands off my eyes I saw that his gift was a Firebolt 2006. I hugged him and kissed him right away and he took me for an exhilarating ride around the castle.

The last day of school, I told Draco that we should tell my family as well as Harry that we were going out before they saw us together and thought the worst.

We were sitting in the train compartment, ready to go home. He took my hand into his and said, "We'll tell them tomorrow, ok? I just want to be with you."

I smiled at him as he wrapped his hand around my waist. I wasn't worried that he wouldn't keep his promise, because he always did. But I was worried about what Harry and Mum and Dad would say.

The next day, we were having dinner with Harry and Hermione, as well as some people from the order. Draco was also there, because he had immediately joined the Order when he had run away from the Death Eaters.

So I walked up to Harry with Draco and told Harry about us. He was upset of course, but I think he understood.

Ron wouldn't get over it, because even though Draco was part of the Order, he still thought that he was secretly practicing Dark Arts.

After dinner, Draco and I walked outside to the garden.

"This is where Fred and George would wrestle me," I told him, pointing to a worn out patch on the grass. "They would even get on their brooms while I tried to beat them up and fly away with me yelling at them."

Draco laughed. "You never changed, Ginny."

"I think I changed," I said, taking his hand in mine, "when I met you. Well not really, when I met you...cause that was years ago and I hated you, but when we..."

He silenced me with a kiss and I kissed him back.

"Never stop being who you are, Ginny," he said, after we broke away.

The next few months were some of the toughest I ever faced. The war was about to start and I hardly saw Draco, because he was always on missions with the Order, doing his part.

The only times I saw him was when I was at the Headquarters with Mum and was cleaning out the house or cooking dinner and I would see Draco coming in with Harry and Ron, all of them splattered with rain and mud.

But even then he would bring me something back and still try to spend some time with me.

One day, when I was walking in Hogsmeade, I heard someone shouting my name. I turned and saw that it was Draco.

I stopped in my tracks and hugged him tightly when he came. He kissed me and handed me a dozen roses. I hadn't seen him in weeks and it was almost time to go back to school for my last year.

"We found a secret weapon to defeat the Dark Lord," he whispered in my ear.

My eyes widened. For months now they had been looking for something. "Really? What is it?"

He looked around at the people passing by. "I can't tell you here. Maybe at the Headquarters tomorrow? I promise I'll be there at six."

I hugged him. "I know you will." But I wasn't so sure if he would come, because so many people lately were disappearing and being found dead as the silent war started. By silent I mean it wasn't full fledged yet, but preparations were being made.

The next day, he kept his promise and showed up at the headquarters and told me all about the secret weapon.

When I saw him, I hugged him tightly and kissed him several times. I was so happy to see him that I couldn't do anything but kiss him again and again.

The day that I had to go back to Hogwarts came and I stood with tears in my eyes as he kissed me good-bye and told me to watch out for myself.

"I'm not going to see you for months now," I said. "I haven't even seen you since August 1^st. We haven't talked in ages."

He wiped a tear from my eye and pushed my bangs behind my ear. "I know, but I'll come see you tomorrow all right?"

"How?" I asked him.

"I'll figure something out, don't worry," he said, looking thoughtful. "But I'll be there. And Ginny, take care of yourself. If anything happens tell professor McGonagall and I'll be there in two minutes, okay?"

I couldn't believe that he cared about me this much, that tears were flowing out of eyes like a river. I hugged him tightly and didn't let go for several minutes, until the train whistled and he said, "I love you, Ginny. Don't forget that. I'll always love you."

Then he kissed me and helped me onto the train, just as it started to pull away. I waved to him just as a wall blocked my view of him.

All the way to Hogwarts and the whole first day of classes, I couldn't help but have morbid thoughts of how if he died and left me that the last time I would have seen him would have been on the platform. And our goodbye seemed perfect as well. As if we were saying goodbye.

I was in a right state by the time classes ended and I went to Gryffindor tower. But just as I sat down, Colin came running to me and told me that professor McGonagall was calling me to her office.

I made my way to her office, my heart hammering, preparing myself for the bad news.

But my heart leaped as soon as I stepped into her office, because standing there, looking more handsome and manly than ever was Draco himself.

I ran to him and hugged him, crying, telling him that I thought he wouldn't make it.

He came with me to the Room of Requirement, just like last year and we talked and talked and did a bit more than that too.

He kissed me good night like he had gone last year, and then was gone.

For the next few months, I heard no word for him. He couldn't send me any Owls either, in case they were intercepted.

I got the odd letter from Mum who always reassured me that 'the dragon was fine.' That was her way of saying that Draco was fine.

But then one fateful night, on the 21^st of December, we received word that the war had officially begun. Giants, trolls, Death Eaters, warlocks, wizards, witches, fairies of every kind were streaming in to fight in the war.

I begged Professor McGonagall if I could visit my family, my brothers and father before they left for the war and she agreed.

I Floo-ed to my home and found Mum in a right state. Dad, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, and Ron were all getting ready for the war.

"We have to go to the headquarters," she said. "That's where everyone is. It's just to make sure everyone is ready."

So we all Floo-ed to the headquarters and found the Order standing solemnly waiting for instructions on when to charge out.

Draco found me and I hugged him tight.

"Please don't go," I begged him, crying.

"I have to," he said, looking serious and solemn. "Otherwise no one will know the difference between good and evil. I have to."

I couldn't let go of him. "Please, Draco. Don't leave me. You'll never come back."

"That's a risk I'm willing to take," he said. "But Ginny, I have to ask you something."

He then took a ring out of his pocket. "Will you marry me?"

I couldn't stop crying, amidst everything else I was feeling; now I was happy. "Yes!"

H slipped the ring on my finger and kissed my forehead. The signal had come for them to go now, but he lingered a few seconds longer.

"Ginny, never forget me and never forget yourself. Don't ever change." He was crying now too, although not as much as me. "And don't ever forget that I loved you yesterday, I love you today and I'll love you tomorrow."

"Draco, let's go!" came Dad's voice as he was leaving out the door.

Draco kissed me on the lips and then let go of me. "I'm going to marry you tomorrow, Ginny. I promise."

I let his fingers slip through my hand, the flow of tears not stopping. He looked at me one last time and then he was gone.

The war raged for many days and we got daily updates about who was winning and what was happening.

On the last day, our side was declared victorious and Lord Voldemort was vanquished.

When we learned the result of the war, Mum, Fleur, Hermione and me ran to the battlefield to look for everyone.

In the end Harry had beaten Lord Voldemort with a simple, but powerful spell and lived to tell the tale. But Professor McGonagall died, as did Moody, Lupin, Cornelius Fudge and many others.

My whole family was alive and well, but I couldn't find Draco anymore.

I search the battlefield when I saw something at the edge of the field. People were crowding around it and at that second I knew.

When I saw Draco's body, it was as if a damn had broken inside of me. I wept and cried until there wasn't a single tear left in me, while Mum and Hermione held me and consoled me.

They said that Lord Voldemort had killed Draco himself right before being killed by Harry, after shouting, "Betrayer!"

But I still remember the promise that I gave him. I never forgot him or who I am or even the love that he gave me, because it's that love that shapes who I am today.

During the whole ceremony of his funeral, I couldn't help remembering during that last few months whenever he said he would talk to me tomorrow or see me tomorrow, I couldn't help but think 'what if tomorrow never comes?'

I never got to be his wife. I never got to have his children. I never got to tell him that loved him, ever again. I never got to be Ginevra Molly Malfoy, because in the end, tomorrow never came...