Months

It was September when he swallowed his infamous pride and winked at me.

It was November when he gained the courage to stare at me with a lustful look in his eyes

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It was December when he sealed his fate and went against everything he knew. He told me, a Weasley, that he loved me

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It was January when we finally went public and began to date. At Hogwarts there was no less than an uproar what with threats flying, murderous glances, and a general murmur of disapproval

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It was February when we both almost buckled under the pressure of our families. However, together we managed to hold strong. We also reaffirmed our relationship. We made love for the first time

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It was March when we dressed in green and decided to sneak into an Irish Pub to escape from our trials. There, things got very ... interesting, indeed.

It was April when the flowers started to bloom, and we would spend forbidden hours outside under the protective shadows of the trees.

It was May when the hype started to die down. We decided to test our pupils´ patience and went for swims in the lake. I´ll say we definitely made a spectacle of ourselves.

It was June when I caught him making out with Blaise, that bitch. He told me it was an accident. He told me it didn´t mean anything. He told me it was nothing. Did he really expect me to believe that?

Eight months crashed in my face.

Now it´s July, and I sit in the airport before leaving Egypt. I´m only thinking of him and, occasionally, my own stupidity.

Why didn´t I listen to Hermione, Ron, or Harry? Why didn´t I listen to any of my family or friends? Why didn´t I listen to the whole damned school?

They were all right, of course.

Mom, Dad, Fred, George, Ron, and my little niece, Mandy, have been asking me what´s wrong, but I´m not telling them. I´m not wasting another breath on him.

Flight 23 to London is now boarding.

"Ginny," says my mum, snapping me out of my thoughts, "Come on, its time to board the plane."

As I get into the plane, I feel like I am moving in slow motion. I am going back to hell, I realize. I don´t want to go back to England. All because of him.

I can smell his cologne even in the airplane. I can smell it on my clothes. He was always hugging and cuddling me so much that his smell stuck to me.

Please fasten your seat belts. We are about to depart.

I close my eyes as the plane takes off, only to remember that horrible day in June. The day I found him by the lake. The day I saw his lips locked with Blaise´s lips.

When he saw me staring at him in disbelief, he ran after me. I heard his footsteps falling heavily behind me. However, I never looked back. He tried to say he was sorry, but I wouldn´t let him touch me. I did my best to ignore him because he´s a bastard, a Slytherin, a Malfoy.

Mandy accidentally elbows me, and I open my eyes, ending the brief reverie. I try to amuse myself for a little while, but I fail miserably. I eventually fall asleep.

As I sleep, I only dream of him. It is the same dream that I had been having almost every night since that decisive day in June. In my dream, he´s holding me and kissing me. We look so happy together! Then, a dark cloud comes, and he disappears, leaving my heart and arms empty.

A voice coming from the speaker awakens me from my nightmare.

This is your pilot Dennis Perry speaking. We are now 40 miles off the coast of England. It´s 8:55 right now in England, and it is a beautiful 80 degrees outside.

I look out my window, and all I see is some shadowy land and a lake. In the water I see his reflection, and I curse my imagination. I turn away from the window and watch my cute 5-year-old niece, Mandy, who is sleeping like an angel. One can definitely tell that she is the daughter of Percy and Penelope. She looks so much like both of them. I smile to myself. She keeps me going.

Please fasten your seat belts. We are about to arrive.

I feel the airplane hit the ground in a somewhat bumpy landing. Next to me Mandy awakens, startled. My stomach feels as if it has butterflies in it.

"Ginny, hold Mandy´s hand," says Mum protectively.

After we show our passports, I go to pick up the luggage. Mandy stays next to me the whole time and brags about her perfect red curls. Once I have all the baggage, I return to the gate, where many people are waiting for their friends and family members.

Mandy quickly spots my brother, Percy, and my sister-in-law, Penelope.

"Mum! Dad!" screams Mandy as she runs to her parents.

The rest of the family also exchanges greetings and is talking excitedly about the trip. I am about to comment on Mandy´s good behavior when I smell something oddly familiar.

It is his cologne. I turn around, and there he is. He smiles at me, and I notice that he has red roses in his hands.

He comes up to me, looking better than ever. He is wearing low-waisted jeans with a black short sleeved T-shirt.

"Er... Hello, Ginny. I missed you."

I look up at him, and I feel like crying. His hair is perfect, as usual. He lets it grow just below his ear. For a 17-year-old, he looks like a man.

I look down at myself. I am wearing bright pink shorts and a white T-shirt that says `Bootylicious´. I had picked them up from a muggle store, so people at the airport wouldn´t stare. I hate them, and I suddenly long for my robes. The shorts make me feel like a slut. I strongly dislike revealing so much of my body in public.

"Hi, Malfoy," I managed to say nervously.

Malfoy looks very uncomfortable, a rarity for him. I know he is going to do something that he does not do very often. I know he is going to try to apologize.

"Ginny, I love you. Please forgive me. You know Blaise; she just wanted to make you jealous. When she saw you coming, she kissed me. I have nothing to do with her. I love you, Ginny."

And then, right there, in the center of the airport, in front of my parents, and in the middle of a bunch of strangers, he bends down and kisses me.

When I open my eyes, I see fireworks: white, blue, green, and red, all shooting into the sky at once. After the brief display, I come to my senses and push him away.

This is Malfoy. The same Malfoy who betrayed me a month ago and put me through so much pain.

However, he looks and sounds sincere. I also know that Blaise is quite capable of what she had just been accused of doing. I feel a twinge in my heart and know that Draco might be telling the truth.

I decide to give him a chance.

"Draco, I´m still very hurt. I don´t even know if I can ever look at you the same way, but maybe, some day, I could. Prove to me that you love me."

Draco hands me the roses he has in his hands.

"Thank you," I say, "That´s not a bad start."

Ron looks like as if he is going to murder Draco. He is still ... very unhappy about us having any kind of relationship. Fred and George, who have gotten over the fact that we are together, are laughing hysterically. My parents just look utterly shocked.

Mandy comes up to Draco and gives him her cutest smile.

"Hi, I´m Ginny´s niece, Mandy. I just came from Egypt because I went to see my Uncle Bill there. Now we´re back! Do you like my hair? Are you Ginny´s boyfriend? Is it true your filthy rich?" Mandy says all of this rather quickly.

"Mandy, stop it," I say.

Draco looks at Mandy with a confused expression on his face. Then, he turns back to me.

My mom approaches us apprehensively. "Er...Ginny, your dad is trying to find a cab so we can go home."

She eyes Draco from head to toe. My parents know about Draco and me, but they are a bit mad about it.

"Hello," Draco says to my mom, "It´s nice to see you again Mrs. Weasley."

My mom looks slightly less angry.

"Hi ... Draco, it´s so... nice of you to come see Ginny."

"So, what are you doing now?" I ask Draco.

"Well, I guess I´m going home," he replies.

"Do you ... need us to ... help you get there?"

"No, but I do need to know if I can drop by the Burrow tomorrow to give you a goodnight kiss."

"That can be arranged," I say mischievously.

He kisses me one more time before he leaves.

Now it´s August, and I feel better than ever. Draco most certainly did prove his love to me on that fateful night in July. Even though things are not exactly how they were earlier, our relationship is slowly regaining its strength every second that we´re together. We´ve also gained a new favorite place to be by ourselves. The airport!

Looking back on those eight months we previously shared, I realize that they were the best of my life.

The months will keep on coming with something new every time. Who are we to try to stop them?