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The days that followed were as if I had been living in a dream. After two days we finally decided to leave our bed and I took her around the house. It was a Victorian style two storey house with three bedrooms and of course, a library. Books were a very welcome escape for me, I loved to read with a passion and I knew Ginny felt the same for literature. Truth is, when I was designing this house, I had her in mind. I imagined taking her here whenever we wanted a recluse if things get too busy and stressful in England and maybe… just maybe, in the future even take our children here.

The days seemed to blend in together, every moment with her precious. We took long walks on the beach, hand in hand and the sex… I don't think I can ever get enough of the sex. The feeling of being with her was just so beautiful, so addicting and so… natural; like it was meant to be, our bodies made for each other. At this point, all thought of other women was impossible and I was just filled with all things Ginny Weasley. She was enveloping me, each one of my senses, my thoughts and my feelings and I loved it.

I never left her even for a moment. I was scared and this fear was brought about by a deeply upsetting encounter one afternoon. We were watching television in the living room, some romantic comedy that was on one of the channels. I was bored out of my wits from it but Ginny seemed to be enjoying it so I didn't mind too much. After a while I decided I could do with a glass of whisky and got up to get one from the kitchen. The sight I came back to crushed my heart and made my lungs constrict.

She was in the same huddled position as she was on the couch, her knees to her chest and the film was still on but it was her expression that struck me. I couldn't find a trace of the smile or her laughter of a few minutes ago. She was just staring at the screen, her face straight and her eyes… her rich, amber eyes were a murky brown with sadness. I couldn't understand it. I thought she was happy. Then I realized that I could never leave her side even for a moment or else thoughts of him would come and haunt her in this way and I could never bear to see her like this again.

I cleared my throat and she startled and an automatic smile spread across her features. I decided I did not like that smile; it was so mechanic and so strained. I nestled back with her and soon, she was laughing again and the tight feeling in my chest began to relax.

The sand was smooth beneath us, the sound of the waves crashing into the shore was calming and the breeze was soft and cool against our skin. The dark purple sky above us was dotted with stars and the scent of Ginny's hair relaxed my mind as she sat there in my arms.

It was a while before she broke the pleasant silence. "Draco, why do you love me?" she asked. I smiled because this was an easy question to answer but then when I wracked my brain for something to say I found that it was actually quite difficult.

Why did I love her? Well, I was attracted to her at first because of her strong and fiery spirit. She was beautiful and passionate about quidditch and although she took care of her appearance and was always well dressed, she wasn't as superficial as many of the other girls were. Ginny took importance in more substantial things like reading, quidditch, her family and her friends and in the war, she fought strong and hard for what was right. My father would have never approved of her but I suppose that problem has already been solved since he died in the war. My mother would object at first but I am certain that once she gets to know Ginny, she would at least tolerate our relationship. After all, they are a bit alike when it comes to their temper and spirit. They would never take shit from anybody, whoever they are.

But those are the traits that I love about her. The most real reason that I can come up with is how she loves me for who I am; how she accepted me despite my mistakes and my background; how she knew me when I didn't even know myself and I loved that. I feel worthy when I'm with her, like I matter and am important. I need her and that's why I love her. Am I being selfish? No, because she loves me back.

So I told her, "I love you, Gin, because you complete me."

I waited for a reply but after a few moments, I felt like it wasn't going to come. It was these times when she was silent and deep in contemplation that I feared most. I hugged her tighter.

"What are you thinking about, Ginny?"

She turned to look me in the eye. Then, she gave me a small peck on the cheek and another one on the corner of my lips before finally taking them into hers. I was confused but then again; she was here in my arms, kissing me and not trying to get away so I banished the doubts from my mind.

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