Missing Years

Looking at the clock in her office, Ginny noted the time and wished it would go by quicker. It had only been a few hours since they'd fought and she wished time would skip.It was always this way after she and Harry argued. Not that it had happened in a while, but she knew the pattern. He was probably out cold in their bed and tomorrow everything would be fine as if nothing happened at all.

On top of it all she couldn't get the girl out of her head. She looked exactly like Draco aside from those eyes. Ginny knew them well though. The honeyed orbs that filled with tears at bright lights and grew danrker when they sensed danger. Ginny pondered the young Malfoy for a moment. She was the right age, looked a bit the same, it certainly seemed possible. "But how," the words tickled her tongue as she sat there in thought. Getting out some paper and a pen she caught her reflection and met those honey colored eyes in a mirror. They were a carbon copy of the girl on t.v. The girl that nobody had a name for. Ginny however, already knew the name. There was very little doubt in her mind now, but the fact that there was any wouldn't do.


The question begged to be answered and she would do just that.