Some things are forbidden. Sleeping with Draco Malfoy, the currently primary suspect in a high profile murder case, which I'm the primary investigator for is definitely one of them. But like a moth to a flame I can't help but to return.

She showed up at his door soaking wet, bruised, and covered in glitter. He stared at her in amusement and slight disbelief. Her showing up in various forms of dishevelment was quickly becoming a habit more than an occasional occurrence. He was more surprised that she rang the bell after all she had a key. It was her home as well.

I love you." "It's been years, Harry." A sob choked in her throat when he grabbed her hand. In a swift movement, he was kneeling before her. "I am a coward." He kissed her palms and held them over her heart.

She caught his eye, and froze. It could not be. She would know those blue eyes anywhere. No, there was no way it was him. "George?" "Hello Hermione."

Ginny's body ached. Groaning, she turned onto her side. Her head was pounding and her mouth felt like she had eaten a bag of sand. Slowly, she lifted her swollen eyelids only to shut them quickly. The light was too bright. Where was she?