All Coming Back To Me

It's All Coming Back to Me

"You'll never guess who I just ran into on my way back," Ron said, sitting down. "Malfoy."

Ginny looked up. Surely it couldn't be true? "What?" She searched for a face, over the room that suddenly seemed to grow in size. It was a while before she caught sight of him and there he was, silvery blonde hair sitting just tables away with a group of people.

"Apparently he's with clients," Ron said with disgust, looking over his shoulder.

"Well that could only mean one thing can't it?" Harry said. "He definitely works for them now." Ginny's face went three colours of white.

It couldn't be true. She began breathing heavily and placed her hand oh her chest. She was hyperventilating, shallow breaths escaped her and her head went blank. Just breathe.

"Gin? Are you okay?" Harry and Hermione asked. Hermione's hand went onto her back rubbing it.

In response she just nodded. "I just need some air." She waved away their hands and got up walking rapidly to the restaurant's terrace, grabbing hold of one of the frames she stood looking out. The terrace overlooked the gardens. She was unaware of a certain pair of gray eyes that were watching her as she remembered everything he had put her through.

There were nights when the wind was so cold
That my body froze in bed
If I just listened to it
Right outside the window

He got up and walked silently toward the balcony of the terrace, careful not to be seen by Potter incorporated. He needed to see her alone.

There were days when the sun was so cruel
That all the tears turned to dust
And I just knew my eyes were
Drying up forever

When he reached outside she was leaning over the balcony, her head in her hands. Her shoulders were shaking as irrepressible, quiet sobs escaped her. Was she crying? He could remember only once when he had ever seen her cry, a long time ago when they were all at school.

"Ginny?" She turned quickly as he approached her; her eyes were glistening with tears. "Hi." It seemed pathetic to approach her with that but it was all he could think of.

Her face turned from sadness to extreme anger, with one movement her hand came up and slapped him square across his face. "Bastard." Her tone only measured the look in her eyes by a degree. The hurt and the hatred emanated more from her eyes than she could ever express with her voice.

I finished crying in the instant that you left
And I can't remember where or when or how
And I banished every memory you and I had ever made

Just then Harry came outside to look for her. Draco must have sensed him as he had held her and moved her gently to the corner of the terrace where they wouldn't be seen. It had taken her by surprise that he could even attempt to touch her the way she was feeling right now. Ginny looked down to where his hand lay just above her hip, where his hands always seemed to find even though he didn't intend on putting them there. It reminded her of when they were in school. How he had been with her and only her. How his attitude towards everything changed. How they would meet in secret places, deserted classrooms, the lake and the astronomy tower. His hands were always his best feature as she had always said.

But when you touch me like this
And you hold me like that
I just have to admit
That it's all coming back to me

She put her hand on his arm, scanning it along the expensive fabric remembering his robes. As she moved upwards all she saw was his face as a seventeen year old, his smirkish-smile almost warming her insides. He had always made her feel special in a way nobody else could. And seeing him as he was, a preserved memory from her past had become a way to encourage herself when she could believe anyone else. After all, the bad things are always easier to believe.

When I touch you like this
And I hold you like that
It's so hard to believe but
It's all coming back to me

She smiled into his boyish face as he came down to kiss her intently, as if she was a part of him that had been empty and he was using her to fill that void, a void that had been missing for too long. The memories flooded her mind, midnight walks under the moon, all of her secrets that she had told him. Making love by the lake after curfew. How he had held her afterwards telling her everything would be okay.

(It's all coming back; it's all coming back to me now)

There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light

But with those memories of her past came the bad ones, flooding through her senses and engulfing her in pain. That night when she had seen him with her, the night she had run away and never spoken to him again. Her birthday.

There were things I'd never do again
But then they'd always seemed right

She pushed him off of her, seeing the twenty three year old he was now, a maturity of the young boy she had known possibly, but that didn't erase what he had done to her. He had not seen Ginny that night when she had walked into the empty classroom and caught him. He was too busy with Pansy Parkinson. She would have stayed and yelled at him or whichever of them was too blame and given him the benefit of the doubt. At least she would have if she hadn't received a letter in rushed handwriting telling her that there was something she needed to see.

She ran again.

There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than any laws allow
Baby, Baby

But this time he followed her, intent on not letting history repeat itself. He was not going to give up on this without her al least listening to him..

If I kiss you like this
And if you whisper like that
It was lost long ago
But it's all coming back to me

She had been aware of him behind her, following her for miles until she reached her home in London, but she didn't care. Once she was on home ground she could deal with him then, throw him out if need be. But he wouldn't get to her again, wouldn't shoot out her heart and strap it to the hood of the Hogwarts train. Not this time.

If you want me like this
And if you need me like that
It was dead long ago
But it's all coming back to me

She landed and ran up the stairs to her apartment on the fifth floor, opening the door and running inside. It was a while before the door actually slammed. She was in the bedroom at the time; she knew he was in her home.

Now only one of two things would happen.

It's so hard to resist
And it's all coming back to me
I can barely recall
But it's all coming back to me now

She stormed into the living room; intent on throwing him out, if she wasn't she knew another part of her would try to convince him to stay.

"Get out; get out of my house now I don't want you here! How dare you after what you've done. Leave!" She threw a vase at him, which he deftly avoided resulting in it smashing against the door.

What I've done? I don't even know. "Fine I'll leave if that's what you really want, but I just wanted to give you something."

"What? Besides a very unwanted trip down memory lane."

He threw a velvet pouch at her, which she caught easily. "Like I said at school. I always keep to my word."
He turned angrily and slammed the door.

The tremble from the door went through the room and a photo album fell to the floor, opening on a page with wizarding photos moving and waving frantically. Except for one. This caught her eye.

Thought you were history with the slamming of the door
And I made myself so strong again somehow
And I never wasted any of my time on you since then

She bent down to pick it up; it was of the grounds of Hogwarts. Harry had taken it and given it to her because it wasn't of anything in particular that interested him. 'Just grass,' he had said.

But then something caught her attention, a flash of red hair behind one of the trees. She cast a magnifying spell on it and gasped at what she saw. It was her and Draco on the day he had made that same promise. She felt the tears brimming again as she pulled on the silk ribbon that tied it and opened the black velvet.

But if I touch you like this
And if you kiss me like that
It was so long ago
But it's all coming back to me

It was her necklace, the same one she was putting around his neck in the photograph which she had given to him for luck. It was meant to help him against his father. She had told him not to give it back to her until he didn't need it anymore and had kissed him to seal his promise. Not until the official end of 'The Deatheater's choice,' the time period that deatheaters can convince you or force you to join. As she touched the picture she remembered something else about his promise. Something she had said to him as he had walked away to go home for the final time.

"...and only if you don't become one of them."

He turned when she had said this, seeing the tears in her eyes. "I promise." Then he left the school.

If you touch me like this
And if I kiss you like that
It was gone with the wind
But it's all coming back to me

She got up as quickly as she could and bolted through the door. Maybe he hadn't gone that far and she could still catch him.

(It's all coming back; it's all coming back to me now)

She flew down the stairs where she almost slipped twice and out onto the street, searching. Somewhere between now and the top of the stairs it had started to rain. She could not believe her bad luck.

There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light

She was about to turn back thinking that maybe they just weren't meant to be when she saw him, walking slowly about a block away broomstick in hand.

"Draco!" she yelled. The road was quiet, but it was too late he had already apparated. Her spirits died as she saw him go, and she turned back to the building sure that tonight like so many others she would cry herself to sleep once more. But she just stood on the concrete steps to the building thinking, where could he go? Then she remembered after his parents died Malfoy manor was left to him after the war. It was the only place he could be. She apparated hoping the faith he must have had was still there.

There were things we'd never do again
But then they'd always seemed right

Draco walked up the stairs to his room, after all that waiting all that hope, all his faith that she would understand or at least try to listen. It was all gone. There was nothing anymore, she had gotten him through all the pain and the torture and when he came back to say thank you she just didn't want to know. He let his broomstick fall on the stairs it slid down silently and cracked loudly.

Wait, my broom broke? That's all I need.

He turned expecting to see his broom in two pieces, but instead Ginny stood soaked to the bone panting as if she had run a long way, she dripped on the carpet that stretched from the stairs to the front door. His eyes followed the water as it fell from her finger tips and... the necklace in her hand. They stood in silence for a while, until she spoke first.

"Is it true?" He looked at her and the way she gripped the necklace, her fingers were going white. That question only needed one answer.

"No," he said. She looked down to the ground. "I'm not one of them," he finished.

She looked up quickly and he saw the glistening tears in her eyes threatening to fall. She smiled and ran up stairs. Her heart felt like it would explode by the time she reached him. She jumped on him with a kiss that almost knocked him over. When she pulled away she realised he was bone dry, and she was soaked to the bone.

"You didn't become one of them, why?" she asked, pleading for what she had thought was true.

"I already had plans; they just took a while to get into action." He smiled and she kissed him again.

There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than all your laws allow
Baby, Baby, Baby

When you touch me like this

And when you hold me like that
It was gone with the wind
But it's all coming back to me

They kissed all the way to his bedroom and they parted long enough to allow her dress to fall to the floor. She was everything he wanted, he was everything she'd ever need, he held her as if he'd never let go. She had believed in him once and made him see all the things his heart needed to know. And now he could prove to her he could give her all she needed. He would be the one she would love forever. And he proved it with every part of her body that he touched every part he traced, leaving hot trails that marked her made her as his. And she accepted it willingly; she had felt the exact same way. As she unbuttoned his shirt and the silky material slid off his shoulders.

When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
Then we see what we want to see
All coming back to me

Her face flushed red with the heat they created and her fingernails raked along his back as they moved in unison to each other. He watched her recording every movement of her face, every reaction of her body against his.

The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barely recall
But it's all coming back to me now

The sun shone on her face as he watched her, loving that he was here again with her in his arms. He had missed her all these years. She had left him at a time when he really needed her, especially with that escapade Pansy had pulled. He had worked it out afterwards though, after all he wasn't stupid. Somehow the Slytherins had caught on about him and Ginny and decided to make him pay for his treachery. He had to admit, he had taught them a little too well if anything. The only remnant of their relationship was a necklace. The only thing that kept him going against his father was the faith that she had believed in him, and the hope that she could once more. Even if she would never listen.

If you forgive me all this
If I forgive you all that
We forgive and forget
And it's all coming back to me now

She awoke and opened her eyes with him looking at her; maybe she could sense his attention he didn't know. She smiled warmly at him and kissed him lightly.

(It's all coming back to me now)
And when I touch you like that
(It's all coming back to me now)
If you do it like this

Ginny pulled herself closer to him and smiled. "I love you." Her eyes closed in satisfaction.

(It's all coming back to me now)
And if we,

"I love you too." They held each other tight promising never to leave each other again.