Trying desperately to call for help, she slammed her hands against the floor with as much strength as she could, all the while trying to figure out what was wrong with her. Tears started streaming down her face as she began to loose even more power, the pounding of her hands slowing down to a listless tap.
Her head began to feel heavy, her eyelids felt as they were being weighted with lead. With one last gasp for air, she heard the words, "Aw, fuck!" while two black shoes stopped in front of her eyes.
Draco was on his way out of Transfiguration, clutching his forehead for some semblance of calm against the raging storm brewing between his temples. His head hurt so bad, he couldn't even focus.
It came on suddenly, as he was trying to turn a porcupine into a pillow, it felt like a giant boulder was thrown at his head. Screaming in pain, he collapsed to the floor. McGonagall immediately sent him to the infirmary.
As he walked through a few halls, he heard a crash and then quiet pounding. Rounding the corner, his heart stopped when he saw a petite girl collapsed on the floor. Running forward, he noticed that it was the youngest Weasley,
Lifting the light red-head from the ground, he immediately started running towards the hospital wing. Suddenly, his pounding headache was gone and all he could think about was getting Ginny Weasley to the hospital wing.
As he cradled her in his arms, he saw that she was breathing again. "Your gonna be okay, Ginny. Don't worry." he muttered. Pushing open the big wooden door with his foot, he called for Madame Pomfrey.
The nurse came bubbling immediately in. "Oh my! What seems to have happened here!" Draco shrugged, looking down at the angelic face that was Ginny Weasley. "Well, put her on a bed, put her on a bed!"
Draco nodded, walking quickly over to the nearest cot. After placing Ginny on the mattress he stood straight, only to crumble to his knees as white hot pain seared behind his eyes. "Heaven's child! What's gotten into you!"
"My head" Draco wailed, clutching his forehead. At the same moment, Ginny started thrashing on the bed gasping for air. Madame Pomfrey's eyes grew with shock as she tried to figure out which problem she should approach first.
Choosing the student who was begging for air, tears streaming down her closed eyes. Draco slowly tried to rise to get out of the nurse's way, grasping the edge of Ginny's bed, his long fingertips brushing against Ginny's freckled arm.
Stopping suddenly with the sudden escape of his headache, he looked down at the pale girl with light freckles sprinkled across her face, who was breathing normally.
Experimentally lifting his hand, he immediately placed it back on her elbow as pain came whooshing back to his head. Madame Pomfrey watched the exchange in confusion, her eyebrows furrowing together.
"I'm going to get the Headmaster. Don't move, Mr. Malfoy." she mumbled, running quickly out of the room. Draco sighed, resting on his heels as he watched the pudgy woman bustle out of the infirmary.
Looking down at the scarlet-haired beauty whose hand he was holding, he sighed again. She was beautiful, he did have to admit, as he examined her delicate features. Freckles were sprinkled lightly across the ridge of her button nose and her rosy cheeks. She had full pink lips that were parted slightly from her previous efforts at the intake of oxygen. Her hair wasn't the bright orange of her brothers, but a deep red with copper and lighter orange highlights.
Draco desperately wanted to touch her pale cheeks, to brush the stray hair out of her face. After watching her for a moment more, he realized that he could if he wanted to. Ginny was asleep, Madame Pomfrey wasn't in the room, and he had to touch her if he wanted to ward off a headache and let her continue to breath.
Moving his right hand quickly to her slim waist, his left arm extended to her cheek, brushing across it delicately. Almost as if afraid to touch her, Draco gently pushed her hair back away from his face. He immediately noticed that she was even paler than he, her skin shining a porcelain white while his had a glow of sun-kissed days soaring above the clouds on his Nimbus 2001.
Smiling slightly as Ginny sighed deeply, turning into his hand, Draco whispered, "So beautiful," admiring her features once again. Jerking his hand back suddenly, after realizing what he said, Draco slammed his open palm against his forehead.
"What are you thinking! She's a Weasley" he hissed at himself, running a hand through his shaggy hair that he refused to gel anymore. Turning at the opening of the doors, he watched as Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape all walked into the classroom.
"What's going on!" he asked immediately, rising from the floor to sit on the side of Ginny's bed, now holding her hand in between his. Dumbledore smiled, pulling a chair over to where Draco was sitting, their knees brushing together.
"Could you wake Miss Weasley for me, please, Mister Malfoy?" Draco nodded quickly, turning to look at Ginny. "Weasley. Wake up!" he called, nudging her shoulder roughly.
Ginny shot up in the bed, her green eyes scanning the room quickly before landing on Draco. Staring at him in confusion for a moment, her gaze slowly lowered to their conjoined hands. Eyes growing the size of dinner plates, she immediately snatched her hand away.
Draco moaned in agony, rolling forward to clutch his head between his hands as Ginny gasped for breath. Draco's hand searched blindly for any part of Ginny to hold, finally resting on her upper thigh. After he took a moment to gather himself, he sat up, looking Ginny in the eyes. "We have to stay touching, Weasley, unless you want that to keep happening."
Ginny frowned, biting her lower lip, "Why?" she asked quietly, placing her hand over Draco's and pushing it down to her knee. Dumbledore smiled softly, patting her on the shoulder.
"I'm not exactly sure, but it seems like you two have been cursed. I'll look into it, but in the meantime, we need to do something about your schedules and your rooming." Draco smirked at this, while Ginny started panicking.
"Different rooms!" she whispered.
Dumbledore nodded, a small twinkle in his eyes, "Of course. You two are going to have to share everything, if you have to stay in contact. So until we find a counter curse, you'll have to share a room."
"I hardly think that's appropriate, Headmaster." Draco added.
Snape scoffed, "Would you rather suffer through and exploding headache while she dies from suffocation!" Draco sighed, "I thought not."
Ginny bit her lower lip, falling back on the bed and throwing her hands over her head. Draco immediately reached up, pulling one of her hands into his and lacing the fingers. "This is ridiculous." she muttered.
Dear Daddy and Mums,
I have some bad, bad news. Somehow, I've been magically bonded to Draco Malfoy.
It's a long confusing story actually…you see, I was in Charms with Professor Flitwick, and I started having trouble breathing. It wasn't that bad originally, just a small cough. Then as class wore on, my breathing became harder and harder. I fled the classroom, trying to get to The Infirmary, when I couldn't breath at all.
The last thing I remember before passing out is seeing a pair of feet in front of me. The next thing I know, I'm being awoken in the Hospital Wing with Draco holding my hand and Dumbledore in front of me. Of course, I didn't want to be touching a Malfoy so I took my hand back. As soon as I did, I couldn't breath again! It was absolutely terrible.
Apparently, Draco gets these tremendously terrible headaches where he can't even open his eyes it hurts so much. He is being very civil about this, actually, treating me kindly and not calling me names.
I haven't told Ron about this situation yet, I've spent my entire afternoon moving into my new dorm room and adjusting to Draco being with me. We have to share a room because we can't separate for even a moment, it hurts too much.
It's not as bad as it seems
though, just different. Dumbledore said he is doing everything he can
to help us, so I have complete faith that this will be solved very
soon. I love you!
Ginny
Father,
Due to some freak accident, I have been magically bonded to Virginia Weasley. I am in no way responsible for whatever happened. I have had to move rooms so we can live together. Unfortunately, I can't be separated from her for even a moment. Severus is currently looking for what possibly could have brought this upon me. I have faith that he'll find the solution.
Draco.
"Stop reading over my shoulder! Your making me nervous!" Ginny wailed, throwing her quill down and folding up her paper.
Draco scoffed, "What else do you expect me to do? You just spent forty-five minutes writing a letter to 'Daddy and Mums'. And I can't exactly go anywhere." His hand was on top of her left hand as she wrote with her right.
Ginny sighed, lifting her hands up in the air, (with Draco's right still interlocked with her left) arching her back and yawning with exhaustion. Draco smiled at the younger girl, standing up and pulling her with him.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he started walking her towards her closet on the right side of the room. She opened the wooden door, stepped inside, then plucked a modest pair of duck covered pajama pants and a yellow hoody. Looking back at Draco, she frowned.
"How are we going to do this?" she whispered, "I have to go to the bathroom and shower and brush my teeth and stuff."
Draco frowned, grabbing Ginny's hand and pulling as far away as he could while still holding onto her hand. "We're just going to have to do things like this…I guess…"
Ginny sighed, reaching closer to Draco and tugging him towards the bathroom. "Turn around." she commanded, "And don't you dare look!"
"As if I'd want to look at you," he snorted as he span, staring at the purple and black tiled walls. He followed blindly as Ginny walked toward the shower, then sat down on the toilet seat while still reaching up as she turned on the water.
When the spray came on, Draco heard Ginny mutter, "To think. I might never be able to take a bath ever again." He frowned, rubbing a hand over his face before turning to the shower curtain.
Tinted gray. The shower curtain was just a light, tinted, gray. He could still see the outline of the Weaslette, the arch of her back, the curve of her legs. And it was at that exact moment he realized that she wasn't the Little Weaslette anymore. He wasn't so pissed about being attached to her anymore, either.
Lying on her back, staring up at the ceiling, Ginny thought over her day. All in all, it wasn't as bad as she thought being attached to Draco would be, but it was awkward.
Especially getting changed. After many attempts of sticking her head through the sleeves of her shirt while still touching him, she finally stepped on his left foot and stayed there until she was finished changing.
Turning on her side, one hand thrown above her head, her shoulder taking form of another pillow, she looked at Draco. He was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
"Stop squirming!" he snapped, flipping over so he was facing her. His mercury eyes traced her form, then he growled, trying to get comfortable while still holding onto her hand.
"I'm sorry okay! I'm just not used to sleeping like this!" she whined, shifting once again to find a more comfortable position.
Draco flipped onto his stomach, quickly switching hands, "This is going to be the longest night ever."
Sunlight streaming through the windows, Draco's eyelids fluttered open slowly. Yawning happily, he hugged his soft, curvy pillow closer to his chest. He had never slept as well as he did last night, he thought to himself with a smile.
And then he realized that a pillow couldn't possibly be curvy. And then he realized that his pillow was a red-headed Weasley. Looking over the intimate position they had gotten themselves into through out the night, he tried to figure out how to pry himself out from underneath her.
Ginny's head was resting daintily on his chest, her hair sprawled out around her. Her right leg was intertwined with his, and the only way you could tell where his ended and hers began was the deep contrast of her smooth pale leg against his tanned muscular thighs. One of his arms was wrapped around her back, holding her to him. His other was intertwined with her fingers, their connected palms resting on the deep purple pillow. Ginny's extra arm was lying against his bare chest, ((seeing as he only slept in pajama bottoms)) fingers splayed palm-down.
There was no way he was going to get out of this without her waking up first, so he stayed motionless, praying she would wake soon. It was early still, so he didn't have to worry about missing breakfast or any classes just yet.
Looking down again, he admired the delicate features of Virginia Weasley. Pushing her hair back from her face, he once again mulled over the situation he was faced with.
He was attached to a beautiful Weasley that didn't hate him as much as the rest of her family did. He didn't have many options, so far, but he did come across two very different ways to handle it.
He could always do what his father would want, treating her like the lower class muggle-lover that she is…or he could befriend the lovely girl, taking advantage of the closeness they are forced into and finally have the beautiful girl Potter rejected. Finally having something better, first.
Deciding on the latter, he began formulating a plan to make Ginny Weasley fall head-over-heels in love with him. It was the perfect revenge against Pot-head. Once the idiot realized what he was missing, Ginny would be too in love with him to even notice Potter. It would piss her smarmy brother off as well. Absolutely perfect, not to mention Ginny was drop dead gorgeous.
Ginny started to stir lightly, nuzzling her face further into his chest and sighing happily. Draco grinned, hugging Ginny closer, this was going to be the smartest thing he's ever done. In spite of her being a mudblood-loving Weasley, she was pretty god damn perfect.
As Ginny's eyes began fluttering open, he held onto her tightly so she wouldn't immediately jump out of his embrace, causing them both pain that he'd rather not endure at 6 in the morning. He didn't mind holding her in his arms that much, either.
After she took a minute to wake up and realize what exactly she was sleeping on, she gasped in shock, tensing up. He smiled reassuringly, whispering, "Morning beautiful. Are you feeling okay?"
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she nodded slowly. "It's still early. We have about an hour until breakfast. If your still tired, you can sleep some more." Ginny shook her head, sitting up.
"No, I'm not really tired." she muttered, pulling her arms away as Draco wrapped his hands around her waist.
Pulling her hair off to the side, he placed his chin on her shoulder. "What do you normally do in the mornings, Gin?" She bit her lower lip, shaking her head.
"Well…I usually just read for a little then get ready…but if you do something else…like go running or something…we can. I really, really don't mind." Draco just smiled shaking his head.
"No, no I don't do anything important. What book are you reading now, Gin?" Ginny blushed, grabbing her wand from her bedside table.
"Accio book!" she summoned. A ratty blue book came soaring through the air and into Ginny's hands. "The Phantom Of The Opera. I've read it a million times, but I just can't get enough of it…do you have something to read?" She added as an after thought.
Draco shook his head, leaning against the headboard and pulling Ginny back so she was leaning against his chest. "No…but I can just read over your shoulder." he smiled softly at her once again, tracing a circle against her stomach.
Ginny's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Draco held her like a porcelain doll. Closing the book lightly, she turned to look at him, leaning against one of the legs she was seated between. "Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked.
Draco frowned, then reached forward to push a lock of hair out of her face. His slate eyes locked with her emerald green, "Because us fighting would be the stupidest thing we could ever do."
Ginny bit her lower lip, "But…I'm a Weasley. You're a Malfoy…we don't…it's not like we're…We can't just be…friends."
"Why not, Ginny? We're stuck together, for heaven knows how long, so why not be friends. We have no reason to hate each other, Ginny. We've never personally faulted each other, so why not make the best of the situation we're in?" After Draco realized he was ranting, he ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
Ginny reached out, pulling Draco's hand into hers, then taking another moment to lace their fingers. "Your right Draco…this whole…thing…would be better if we were friends. But my brother…"
"I'm not going to be nice to him or Pot-head or Granger. But you, Gin-Bug," He paused, smiling and lightly nudging her chin, "I could see us becoming the best of friends. I've always noticed you, little one, you're special. I can tell."
Blushing, Ginny leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. Draco beamed, hugging her waist and pulling her tight against him. "It will all be okay, Ginny. Don't worry."
"Thank you, Draco. I didn't expect you to be this wonderful." she whispered turning her head so it was buried in his neck.
Draco smiled to himself as he held her, realizing how perfect she felt in his arms. Things were falling into place even faster than he expected, she already trusted him. So innocent, so beautiful…so perfect, he thought, kissing the top of her head lightly.
"I don't think I can do this." Ginny said quickly, her breathing coming in short, sudden gasps.
Draco turned to her, taking her other hand in his as well. "Ginny, calm down." he said. Her eyes grew even wider and her breathing became even more sporadic. Draco pulled her close to him, hugging her tightly.
"Gin-bug, you'll be fine. I'm always beside you. If worse comes to worse, Dumbledore can intervene. We're friends Gin, we can handle this."
She nodded slowly, her eyes still locked on his. "Okay…I think I can do this." she murmured, turning to the giant wooden doors. Pushing them open at the same time, the entire Great Hall was moved to silence as they stared at the hand-holding pair in the threshold.
"I lied. I can't do this." she cried softly, trying to turn around.
"Come on Ginny, be strong. We'll sit at your table today, okay?" Draco whispered softly, tugging her slowly to the Gryffindor table.
As they reached the table, Draco was tackled to the ground by one Ron Weasley as Ginny was pulled away from him by Harry.
Screaming in pain, Draco pushed Ron off and rushed toward Ginny who's chest was heaving in the effort to breath.
Harry immediately stepped in front of Ginny, spreading both arms to keep her behind him, even though she was struggling to get to Draco. "I don't know what he's done to you Gin, but he's evil!" Harry called, glaring at Malfoy.
One of Ginny's hands were at her throat with the other extended toward Draco, who was on his knees, his head clutched in his hands. Ron leaped onto his back at that moment, slamming his hands into Draco's back.
"You keep your bloody hands off of my sister you slimy git!" he screamed. Draco just crumpled over in agony, trying to slowly crawl over to where Ginny was collapsed, tears streaming down her face as she tried to get oxygen into her lungs.
Hermione was leaning over Ginny, trying to do something to help her, all the while glaring at Draco. Harry was looking between the two, trying to figure out if he should help Ginny or fight Ron.
"MISTER WEASLEY! What on EARTH do you think your doing? Fifty points from Gryffindor! EACH! Now let Mister Malfoy go and let him get to Miss Weasley!" Snape bellowed.
The Dream Team froze, Ron falling off of Draco's back. Draco quickly made his way over to Ginny, gathering her in his arms and burying his face into her hair as she cried on his shoulder.
The only sound in the Great Hall were Ginny's deep breaths and Draco's mutters of, "It'll be okay.--That won't happen again.--The worst is over, Ginny." over and over. Everyone was stunned and confused, still watching as Dumbledore swept down from his post, gathering the five students and leading them out of the Great Hall.
Ginny and Draco were still wrapped around each other, Draco kissing Ginny repeatedly on the head and whispering in her ear while she sobbed into his shoulder.
"VIRGINIA MARGUERITE WEASLEY YOU TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON THIS INSTANT!" Ron bellowed as soon as they were in Dumbledore's office.
The connected pair were sitting on a love seat, Draco's arm around her shoulder, his other hand stroking her face as she bawled. "Shhh…it's okay. It's all over now." He was whispering.
"Mister Weasley, take a seat." Dumbledore said calmly. Ron whirled on him, throwing his hands up into the air.
"Take a seat? TAKE A SEAT! You want me to take a seat while my little sister is BAWLING in the arms of a MALFOY! Are you MAD!" he screamed. Hermione gasped, as Harry stood up, placing an arm on Ron's shoulder.
"Ron. Sit down. Now." he commanded, squeezing his shoulder tightly and leading him to the couch. "Deep breaths man, deep breaths." (((A/N Ahaha. I just had to. I'm sorry))
Ron's purple face slowly dulled to a red as he breathed in and out, then finally it was back to it's regular shade of freckled white. "Now that your calm, Mister Weasley, I'll try to explain what's going on."
Ron nodded, glaring once at Malfoy, who was now hugging Ginny, his head resting on hers. Her face was buried deep into his shoulder, as he rubbed her back, still whispering soothing words into her ear.
"You see, Mister Weasley, your sister has somehow been bonded to Mister Malfoy. When you tore them apart in the Great Hall this morning, you sent them both into excruciating agony." Dumbledore explained calmly.
Hermione bit her lip, "Bonded? What do you mean?" she asked quietly, pulling Ron's hand into her own to calm him down.
"I'm not exactly sure, Miss Granger, but when they are not touching physically, Miss Weasley cannot breath and Mister Malfoy can't see straight from such painful aches of the head." he answered.
Harry frowned, shaking his head, "So their stuck together! And there is nothing you can do about it?"
"We're trying to figure out what could have connected them together like this, but so far we haven't found anything." he continued to explain calmly.
"This is ridiculous." Ron grumbled, glaring again at Malfoy, "Gin. Are you alright?" he then asked quietly.
Ginny said nothing, her head still deep in Draco's chest. "That was the worse it's been so far…she's in shock." Draco said quietly, "My head has never hurt so much…so I can only imagine how awful it must have been for Gin…" he trailed off at the end, looking down at the crying girl.
Dumbledore rose from his chair, walking towards the door. "Mister Weasley, Miss Granger, Mister Potter…you are excused to go to classes now. I need to have a word with Mister Malfoy and Miss Weasley."
The three rose from their seat, Ron stopping at Ginny and kissing her quickly whispering an, "I love you, baby sister," in her ear. She then nodded into Draco's shoulder, signifying that she heard him, and the dream team left Dumbledore's office.
"Miss Weasley, can you please come out now?" Dumbledore said softly, touching her shoulder. Ginny sat up slowly, cuddling into Draco's shoulder. He placed an arm around her shoulder, pulling her as close to him as possible.
Dumbledore smiled at the two, his blue eyes now twinkling. "You say that was the worst you've ever felt it?" he inquired. Ginny nodded slowly, "So it's getting progressively worse when you separate?" Again, Ginny nodded.
Dumbledore made a small 'hmm' sound, then waved his hand in a gesture that they could leave. When the pair reached the door, he spoke. "You can excuse yourselves from class today, you've been through enough. I'll have the house elves deliver your food at lunch. I would pray that you will talk to your friends before dinner so you can attend, hmm?"
Draco rolled his eyes with a nod and Ginny muttered a quiet "Yes, Headmaster." Then Draco pulled her out of the ornamented office.
"You know, it's really weird." Ginny said, her head on Draco's chest as she watched him play with her hands, entwining the fingers and tracing circles on her palms.
Draco looked down at her with a smile, "What is, Gin-Bug?" he asked. They were lying on the purple bed in their dorm, just talking calmly and getting to know each other better.
"I don't normally trust people this fast…after my first year…I just haven't been able to open up to anybody. But with you…I feel like I can tell you anything. Kinda like what I just told you…cause I've never told anyone that…" Taking a deep breath, her cheeks turned pink and she bit her lower lip.
Draco smirked, pulling them up into a sitting position. Looking Ginny straight in the eyes, he cupped her cheeks and ran the palm of his thumb over the pinkish tint. "I know exactly what you mean. Before this…I despised you. Now…being attached to doesn't seem like enough…you know what I mean? I think it's the curse."
Ginny nodded, "Yeah. It's definitely the curse…but I'm beginning to think that the curse isn't that bad. You're the best friend I've ever had, Draco. And I've only really known you for about 9 hours."
"I feel the same way, Gin. There's just something about you…" he said, leaning forward slightly, "Merlin your beautiful," he then murmured.
Ginny blush ran deeper and she turned her face from his intense gaze. Draco sighed, reaching up and pushing her chin back up. "Don't hide from me Ginny…" he whispered.
Her jade green eyes locked with his mercury and she bit her lower lip. Draco smiled, "There's my princess." Ginny smiled up at him, "You don't know how good you are for me, Gin-bug." he said, pulling both her hands to his heart.
"Draco, I think…I think I might…" lowering her gaze, she bit her inner cheek. Draco brought her knuckles to his lips, kissing them softly.
"I want to be with you, Gin-bug. And not just as friends." Then he leaned forward and kissed her full on the lips.
It was sweet, innocent…everything Ginny imagined her first kiss to be like. Just the light brushing of lips, romantic and chaste. After Draco pulled away, he immediately tugged Ginny to him, hugging her tightly. As she inhaled the scent that was Draco Malfoy, soap, some rich cologne, and the essence of rain, she smiled.
Yesterday she woke up hating him, as he hated her. He was everything she didn't know or want to know. Rude, condescending, the son of a known death eater…most likely going to be a death eater. She was everything he looked down on, poor, friendly, weak, and friends with the muggle-bloods. They were never meant to even associate with friendly terms.
And then they were somehow bonded together. Hours later, they're friends…and following that, they are kissing on their shared bed, beginning a relationship with each other. Beginning a relationship with a person they don't know at all. Beginning a relationship with someone who is absolutely everything they are fighting against.
Beginning a relationship with another human, that they cannot live without. A relationship with an enemy, who became closer than a best friend could ever be…in 24 hours.
Becoming lovers with the soul mate who is destined to be ripped away from them as soon as physically possible.
They were starting to fall. Hard, fast, and completely out of control.
And they wanted nothing more for the roller coaster ride to begin.
This was a weird idea I got when I was...uhm...I don't remember. But I had a really trippy inspiration I promise. LoL.
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