A/N : I in no way own any rights to the wondrous characters or world that J.K created. Also i know there arent things like ipod's and stuff but there will be in this story so if that bothers you...sorry.

-Avril Lavigne Slipped Away - song

"What do you mean he's going to die?" George demanded. His face was red with anger, and pain. Ron was off with Hermione and Harry in the corner of St. Mungo's waiting room. Arthur was still up with Fred's doctors.

"You can go see him if you want." Molly replied. She looked worn, and broken. Everyone but Ginny stood up and started to walk to his room. Molly looked over at her daughter, she wasnt a little girl anymore. She was a woman, her once shoulder length hair was now longer down her back, her eyes hardened refusing to cry, her body had grown and she wasn't insanely skinny but she wasn't anywhere near plump. She was the perfect size, her face was years older though. The war had ended months ago, and Ginny hadn't slept barely since then, the losses were to much for her to bear and when she did sleep she woke up gasping for breath or screaming and crying.

"Gin? Aren't you gonna go?" Molly asked. Ginny hadn't let go of her wand since the war, and she barely talked to anyone.

"Why does he have to die?" Ginny asked. "Why cant they do something?"

"We..we don't have enough money to keep him on life support until they can make the cure for whatever curse was used against him." Molly admitted to her daughter. She looks so defeated, Ginny thought when she glanced at her mom.

"Molly..." Narcissa Malfoy's voice snapped them out of their private conversation. Narcissa was the poster woman for pure blood families. Her sleek black hair, her regal features sharp and angular commanded attention, her clothes were refined but not over exuberant. There was something different in her eyes though, something defeated. Draco stood beside her, there wasn't a sadness in his eyes like most people who were in the hospital, and his deameanor wasn't the normal I'm Draco Malfoy, I'm so much better than you. It was simply stay the fuck away.

"Can I speak to you please. Privatley." Narcissa requested.

"Of course." Molly said. She stood up and looked to Ginny. Ginny nodded to her mom that she would be fine.

"Draco take Ginevra to the gift shop if that's all right with you dear?" Narcissa asked.

Ginny stood up and started walking to the gift shop, she walked up the stairs to the fifth floor. She could hear Draco silently following her. The gift shop disgusted her. There were happy stuffed animals, and candy and balloons everywhere.

Ginny felt a hand on her shoulder and whirled around, wand up and ready to curse whoever had touched her. It was Draco.

"I said your name about six times Weaselette." Draco said eying her wand. She lowered her arm and returned to looking at the books on the shelf. Some were muggle books, while others were from the wizard world.

"What Draco" Ginny asked. She ran her fingers along one of the books. Love and Lost. It seemed pretty accurate to her life.

"I just want- Did you just call me Draco?" He asked. No one called him Draco but his mother. Not Blaise, or Crabbe or Goyle, or any of the other slytherins.

"Thats your name." Ginny replied simply.

"Well yeah." Draco said.

"Draco?" Narcissa called from outside the entrance. "Time to go. We have to make arrangements, for your father. See you soon Ginevera dear."

Ginny walked back down to the waiting room that she left her mom in. She grabbed her Ipod, and headphones from the pocket of her jeans and slipped the headphones in.

I had my wake up
Won't you wake up
I keep asking why
And I can't take it
It wasn't fake
It happened, you passed by

Now you are gone, now you are gone
There you go, there you go
Somewhere I can't bring youback
Now you are gone, now you are gone
There you go, there you go,
Somewhere you're not coming back

"Can I go home?" Ginny asked.

"Sure lets go I have to talk to you about something anyways." Molly replied looking at her daughter. "We'll apparate." Ginny waited, and followed when her mother went first.

Ginny walked around in the newly remodled Burrow, except it looked the same. It was an exact replica. It wasnt the first time she had been back since the war but it was the first she had an oppurtunity to feel at home. The problem was that she didn't feel at home. The minute she stepped in she felt empty, and light headed.

"Ginny?" Her mother called from the kitchen. Ginny walked in and saw her mom sitting at the table drinking tea with a cup across from her. Ginny sat down and looked at her mom. "We might be able to save Fred."

"I thought we didn't have enough money." Ginny replied. She refused to let herself gain hope, she didn't believe in hope anymore. It was to painful.

"Well Narcissa gave me an option. She just lost Lucius and decided that they needed someone around so that...problems wouldn't arise for her and Draco." Molly replied simply.

"What was the option?" Ginny asked confused as to why any of this mattered and what it had to do with Fred.

"She'll pay, for the best healers, best curse breakers best everything." Molly said.

"But?" Ginny asked

"But she wants you to live with them, she wants to get to know you, and help our family. There was a time when me and her were very close back in Hogwarts." Molly replied. "She just wants to help. Lucius is dead and she feels as if you being there will help eradicate the fact that they were aligned with death eaters, she did save Harry as you remember and she always wanted a daughter."

"You want to sell me to the Malfoy family?" Ginny asked.

"Ginevera Weasely! I am not selling you as you so eloquently put it. Its the only way to save Fred and its not as if there gonna make you a slave. She wants to help!" Molly said. Even she didn't know Narcissa's true reasoning but she wanted to keep her son alive.

"Well, I guess I should go pack then." Ginny declared. "Are you gonna tell the rest of them or should I?"

"I will" Molly replied. Ginny put her headphones back in and walked up to her room. She couldn't believe that her parents could sell her. To save Fred though, she would do it. The look on George's face...that was enough to make her do anything to save him.

She didn't have much, in fact nothing was really important as long as she had her brothers old quidditch jersey and her music. She packed what mattered into a duffel bag and was ready.