“I didn’t mean it.”
“Draco we have to go.”
“I didn’t mean it!”
Ginny bit her lip and turned to look at Draco, trying desperately to rein in her emotions. To hold on just a little longer until she could be alone, “Dray I know and we will deal with it later. But right now we need to get out of here before they come back and you lose the chance to ever make it up to him.”
“He just gets so irritating and I can’t filter myself and words I don’t mean just fall out and-“
“Malfoy! We need to leave!” Ginny breathed in harshly and closed her eyes before counting to three and opening them again, “Please.”
Silently the pair began to walk. Ginny could feel Draco's emotions seeping into her skin like he was a puddle and she was the towel. Luna had been trying to train Ginny to cope with her empathy in a healthy way and according to her girlfriend, she had been doing really well but right now Ginny could feel her walls crumbling at the overwhelming pressure of Draco’s guilt.
They continued to walk silently. The two friends had been split from their group hours ago. They paused in their tracks to find shelter and safety so Harry and Draco could have another screaming match about how Harry is too reckless and Draco is too protective and they both hated each other and oh then loved each other and Harry wished Draco would stop criticizing who he was and Draco wished Harry would “fix his damn flaws so Draco didn’t have to sit awake at night wondering If tomorrow would be the day and god why were they even together if Draco couldn’t trust Harry’s safety, they might as well break up”. That was when the Death Eaters had shown up to try and kill them again. After all that the group was forced to split up to ensure they weren’t captured. Ginny couldn’t stop thinking of the look on Luna’s face as Hermione pulled her away.
It had been about two hours of walking since the separation when Draco sank to the ground and began to sob. Thick tears fell down his dirt cover covered face mixing with snot and the remaining blood from the battle. Thick heavy cries ripped out of his throat and Ginny winced in sympathy with the knowledge of how ruined his voice would be. She sunk down beside him.
“Draco you need to breathe. It’s going to be okay, I promise but you need to breathe.”
“I told him I hated him!”
“I know.”
“I said we shouldn’t be together.”
“I know,” Ginny sucked in a breath and held it, her hand resting on Draco’s shoulder in a desperate attempt to ground him back to reality long enough to find somewhere to sleep for the night.
“I didn’t mean it, Ginny. I just can’t live without him,” Draco gagged on his own words and continued to sob, his demeanor lost from it once was. The Draco who had control of the situation had vanished when his Harry had.
“I know.”