Save You, Save Me

By

Sannikex

For

Fearthainn

A/N: I hope all of you have enjoyed this because this is the final chapter...Well, THANK YOU, Camilla!

Disclaimer: Peculiar, when i woke up this morning I wasn't J.K Rowling anymore, I was a sixteen-year-old, Harry Potter obsessed girl from sweden. Really weird. That means I don't own the HP universe any longer...NOOOO!

He had never thought that a woman was going to be able to bring him to his knees. He had never experienced the Great Love, Merlin he didn't even believe in it and now in a whitepainted corridor in the ugly Ministry building he had come to the bitter conclusion that a woman finally had brought him to his knees. A Weasley had. Simply because...because, oh what was the use of trying to trick yourself? He had loved her since she first stood up for Potter in Flourish and Blotts so many years ago but he had denied it for eight years but when she had risen in the courtroom and defended him just like she had defended Potter he couldn't hide it from himself anymore. He heard the door open and Ginny emerged. Her eyes were clear and her steps steady as she faced him, even with heels on she had to crane her neck. She's woken up, she's going to regret her words, she's going to take them back, he thought and felt repulsed with himself that he didn't dare to look her in the eyes.

It was like breaking through water, suddenly everything was bright, clear and loud after the silence under water. When she had been little she'd loved to stay under water for as long as possible. It was so quiet and peaceful. Her parents had more than once been close to heartattacks when their daughter disappeared under the surface.

Waking up from the effects of Veritaserum was like coming up again. She rose and briefly wondered where Draco had gone off to. She tensed and stopped midstep, Draco? Like a cold tendril of water vague memories of what the potion had made her confess dawned on her. I love Draco Lucien Malfoy…Her own words rang in her ears as she swiftly went to the door. He had fled out of the room, he didn't want to hear that, he didn't feel the same. She made a move towards the door but stopped again. Someone was crying on the other side of the door. Quietly she slipped through the door and placed herself in front of him.

The man's blonde head was bent and his shoulders heaved as he couldn't get enough air.

"Why did you save me?" He could only see the toes of her shoes but he could imagine her brown eyes, deep and wondering.

"I could ask you the same, Weasley." His voice sounded rather normal at least, a bit weak maybe.

"Because you saved my life. I repaid my debt." She bit her lip, that didn't really describe the mass of feelings that had haunted her to step up in defence for a Death Eater. He looked up,

"I'm not innocent." He looked her straight in the eye and in the silver wells she saw that he was speaking the truth.

"I know." He pushed himself away from the wall and frustrated he ran his hand through his hair, "Weasley, why did you save me?"

"You heard me in there, Malfoy," she pointed at the door, "I don't think there's so much to add!" She glared at him and he realized that she hadn't known she loved him until the potion had made her see it. This was just as new to her as it was to him.

"Say it."

"What?"

"Tell me why you saved me." He had straightened up and stepped closer as she backed until she felt the opposite wall of the corridor against her back. He towered over her and she thought that his eyes were like magnets; they drew her gaze to them as she struggled to keep looking at the white wall over his shoulder. She surrendered and met his stare.

"Because I love you." Now it was her turn to keep his gaze. "Why did you save me?"

"Because I love you."

The ministry official stopped and blinked in surprise behind his thick glasses. A man and a woman in a tight embrace blocked the door to his office. His eyes weren't what they once had been but he could make out the violent red hair of the woman and the man's pale complexion. My, my so it's true what they said in the DMLE, a Malfoy and a Weasley! Assistant Jones smiled, he was old but he hadn't forgotten what it was like to be young and definitely not what it was like to love. He still loved his wife Rose so he backed away blinking like a delighted owl and left the couple alone. When he was out of earshot he chuckled, Arthur Weasley was never going to hear the end of this.

Epilogue

Ginny smiled in the darkness as she slid down in the bed. Damien had fallen asleep again after a nightly sonata about 'I want to sleep in your bed, Mum.' Or that was what she had interpreted it to, after all a three months old didn't speak a lot. She cuddled up to her husband and snuck some of his warmth and felt his arm sneak up around her waist. It had been a good day, she thought, and sent her new shoes a loving look where they stood together with Draco's boots. Sleepily she reminded herself that she would have to clean up the mess their clothes had made tomorrow. Draco had said that the house-elves didn't mind, they were discreet and so on, but really, she couldn't let them pick down her bra from the chandelier.

THE END