Summary: In which Ginny starts falling for the enemy, Harry thinks he's turning out gay, Ron can't decide between Hermione and Lavender, Lavender keeps fainting, Hermione decides a new style, Snape starts caring, Moaning Myrtle starts acting like a shrink, Crabbe and Goyle are as stupid as ever, and Draco is on self-destruct mode. Hogwart's is turned upside down.

Warnings: Language, cutting, sucidie in later chapters, kissing, rape, and lots of flirting

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Heal Me

"Hu-my-ne, pash thuh bwead," Ron dribbled pudding down the front of his of shirt and his chin. Ginny's lip curled, crinkling her nose at her blood relation. She shifted her gaze to Hermione, who was just as repulsed.

"Honestly, Ronald, I think you need a run in with Emily Post," she scolded, but passed him the bread basket anyways. Ron paused in his eating only to swallow and query,

"What's Emily Post?"

At this point Hermione face palmed. Ginny rolled her eyes. It was just the same old same old routine. She felt as if she were stuck on a merry-go-round, her life going in a constant circle. Sighing, she allowed her eyes to shift around the Great Hall.

There was Cho Chang at the Ravenclaw table, her face set in a dead on stare at somewhere near Ginny's left shoulder. Ginny turned, making a soft "oh" when she saw the messy raven-haired boy with the disheveled glasses beside her. Letting out a soft snort, Ginny returned to her staring at other people. Further down the Ravenclaw table sat Luna Lovegood, her dreamy gaze fixed on…Draco Malfoy? Ginny spit out her pumpkin juice. What? Since when did that happen? Well, whatever that was, she wished them the best of luck…

Terry Boot caught her eye, and Ginny gave him a once over. Not bad, not bad, she thought to herself. Harry gave her a weird look, did she say that out loud? Based on the peculiar expression he was wearing, she was guessing so. Not bothering to explain herself, she turned back to the attractive Ravenclaw, who gave her a wink. A slight smile caught the corners of her lips before she looked away.

The Hufflepuffs were nothing to look at. The only one worth chasing after was Cedric Diggory, but since he was long gone, there weren't many options. A pang of sadness went through her for a moment at this thought.

Now, there were the Slytherins. Ginny nodded approvingly. Though cruel and rude, they were the real eye candy at Hogwarts. Everyone is that house was just too damn sexy for their own good. Ginny's eyes automatically searched for the platinum blonde head, as usual. Now that boy was easy on the eyes, as much as she hated to admit. However, Ginny would never breath a word to Harry, Hermione, nor Ron about her little attraction towards him. Not only because they hated him with a passion, but because she was dating Harry, and she was a loyal girlfriend. Ginny again snorted; here she was doing some eye flirting with a load of guys while her boyfriend sat oblivious beside her.

Now she felt like a terrible person.

Shaking off the feeling of betrayal, Ginny averted her gaze back to the Slytherin table, searching. When she finally found him, she was surprised to see Draco looking slightly put out. Okay, that was an understatement, he was looking miserable. Harry, who had been watching Ginny's trained eye the moment it settled on the Slytherin table, nudged her.

"Hey, what's up with Malfoy?"

Ginny frowned. "You noticed too," she said.

Hermione looked up at this point. "Now that you mention it, he does look awfully sad. I hope he's okay," Ah, the genuine, caring Hermione, Ginny thought.

"Actually, he's been acting off all week," Harry pointed out. "Have you seen him in classes? In DDA he looked really worried, and kept tapping his quill of the table. Then in Herbology he wouldn't stop biting his lip, and-" Harry stopped. "What?"

"Umm, Harry? Do you have something to tell us?" Hermione said kindly. Harry frowned.

"Your obsession with Malfoy has been getting a little…over the top…" Ron decided to bring up. Why did he have to join this conversation? Why couldn't he just go back to his pudding? Harry did a mental groan.

"It's not an obsession! I'm just worried that he's plotting something!" Harry covered quickly. Though not convinced, the others accepted it.

"Maybe he's found out he's gay or something," Ron muttered a minute later. All four Gryffindors turned to watch the Slytherin. He was currently pushing his food around on his plate, looking very put out. Pansy Parkinson was clucking about him like a mother-hen, and Ginny could catch the words "You need to eat!" exasperatedly coming out of her lips. Blaise Zabini, a dark Italian Pureblood, and also known as Draco Malfoy's best mate, sat on his other side, watching his friend worriedly. Huh, who thought Slytherins actually cared for each other, Ginny thought bitterly.

Suddenly a pair of deep brown eyes was staring at all four of the Gryffidnors. These eyes belonged to none other than Blaise Zabini himself. He frowned, turned to his friend, then back to the potential "stalkers". His eyes flitted back in forth for a bit before he poked Draco in the ribs. Draco brushed him off at first, but Blaise continued to poke him to the point of aggravation. Draco's head snapped up when Blaise leaned over and whispered something in his ear. The grey eyes flickered around the four lions, probably just noticing that they were all staring at him.

He looked terribly confused and a little freaked out.

Who can blame him?

"You think so? I mean, that he's gay?" Harry asked. Was it just Ginny or did he sound a tad bit hopeful? She shuddered at the thought. He was dating her. She was all set. Right?

Seamus Finnigan , who had only just heard the last part of their conversation, decided to join. "I reckon nobody can tell but Malfoy 'imself," he claimed. Ginny frowned.

"Why is that?" she asked. Seamus looked only too glad to explain.

"Well, you know, that boy doesn't have that nickname for no reason!" he hooted happily. Again, Ginny frowned.

"The Slytherin Prince?" she asked, confused. Seamus's eyebrows shot up. Ginny noted that one quarter of one had been singed off the other day in Charms. So he raised…an eyebrow and three-quarters?

"No, I'm talking about the other one," a smile crept onto his face.

When no one said anything, Seamus sighed. "Slytherin Sex God ring a bell?"

"Slytherin…Sex God?" Hermione asked for all of them. "Where have I been?"

"Apparently he has an amazing body. Abs, arms, broad chest, silky hair you can run your fingers through…." Seamus said. Was Ginny the only one that felt herself grow a little hot?

Seamus wiggled all 1 ¾ of his eyebrows.

Ginny was starting to suspect that Malfoy wasn't the gay one here.

"There is no apparently about it. His body is better than that," Lavender Brown piped up, and Padma Patil cooed in her sex fantasies.

"Wait, how do you know?" Ron spit out his mashed potatoes, turning to Lavender, wide-eyed, who burst into a fit of giggles.

"He's laid almost every girl in this school above fifth year, and has snogged twice as much," Seamus said. "Girls and boys alike,"

"Oh Seamus, don't be getting yourself excited. He is strictly straight. Trust me," Lavender said again, her lips curling into a smile at the memories Lord Voldomort couldn't begin to imagine.

Seamus frowned and shrunk back in his chair, returning to his dinner. "Slytherin Sex God…" Harry said thoughtfully. Ginny watched him, a little concerned.

But what really concerned her was why she was so bothered about everyone having their hands all over the Slytherin Sex God.

"Come on Drake, you need to eat," Pansy put a hand on his arm. No, she didn't note the muscle she could feel through his shirt. Nope, not at all.

Draco barely heard the kind words come out of his friend's mouth. Yes, they were strictly best friends, nothing more than that, despite the opinion of the public. It was just her, Blaise, and Draco, and Pansy liked it like that. She felt safe knowing that they would never leave her side.

The blonde didn't respond, and Blaise and Pansy exchanged a worried look. "Hey, at least Snape didn't give us a detention earlier," Blaise piped up, trying to lighten the mood. Draco's stormy grey eyes continued to stare down at his plate.

Pansy gave up on dancing around the subject. "Alright, what's wrong?" she inquired, tugging on his shirt sleeve. Draco snapped his wrist away from her, ignoring the surprised look on the curly blonde haired witch.

"Seriously, Draco, you haven't been acting like yourself," Blaise added, frowning disapprovingly.

"We're really worried about you," Pansy said quietly.

"You shouldn't be. Stay the fuck out of my business," Draco said harshly. Blaise blinked, Draco had never snapped at them before. A hurt look filled Pansy's face and she sucked in a breath.

Draco's face softened. "Sorry, I'm just stressed right now. It's nothing, don't worry about it," he squeezed Pansy's hand, which she squeezed back.

Though still not convinced, both Slytherins knew that was all they would get for an answer. For now at least. "I'm leaving, I've got things to do," Draco prepared to stand up.

"But you need to eat!" Pansy cried exasperatedly. Draco shook his head.

"I'm fine," he said shortly. "Not hungry," he added. Pansy stopped him from standing by putting a clawed hand on his leg, digging her nails into his flesh.

Draco hissed. "Stay," she snapped at him, and he obeyed. Blaise, whose eyes had been wandering around the Great Hall, leaned in to Draco.

"Um, Drake?" he said, sounding uncertain.

"Shh, I'm trying to get him to eat," Pansy said, going mother-hen on both of them. Blaise shrank back a little, but he was still persistent.

"Draco? Seriously, I think you might want to know-"

"Shut up, Blaise," Pansy said again, slamming a pile of mashed potatoes mercilessly onto Draco's unwilling empty plate.

"The Gryffindors are staring at you again," he blurted out. Draco didn't even look up.

"They're always staring at me. They probably think I'm plotting something," he said nonchalantly.

Blaise shook his head uneasily. "No, I mean, like really staring at you," Draco sighed and looked up.

"Holy shit,"

Blaise couldn't agree with him more.

"Um, what exactly are they doing?"

"You know, I'm not going to lie. I'm feeling a bit self-conscious right about now," Draco said, watching the Gryffindors with wide grey eyes.

"Uh, ditto," Pansy said, putting on a steal glare. The Gryffindors didn't back down.

"Well this isn't weird at all," Blaise said.

"You'd think they'd take a hint," Draco said flatly.

Pansy pouted. "You know, I don't think I can eat anything now either, and that fudge other there was looking real good,"

Draco rolled his eyes, the first sign of a real emotion the entire day. "Come on, let's go back to the Common Room," Blaise stood up, but Draco shook his head.

"I have to meet Granger in the Head dorms for some sort of meeting,"

Disappointment crossed over both of his friends faces. "Oh, well, see you around then," Blaise pouted, and Pansy stuck out her bottom lip. Draco nodded.

"Yeah, see you," then he stood and strode swiftly out of the Great Hall. Pansy turned to Blaise.

"I guess we should get going too?" she asked. Blaise nodded, and the duo set off. Just as they reached the doors of the Great Hall, the Golden Trio and the littlest Weasley, was it Jenny? Did as well. The two Slytherins remained silent as they allowed the rambunctious group to pass them.

"Yes!" Weasley, the male one, was in the middle of saying.

"That's great, Hermione, how'd you manage?" Potter asked, looking pleased. The bushy haired bookworm, Granger, grinned toothily.

"I don't know, but I'm not going to complain! This is the first night that I have no Head duties at all in weeks!"

Pansy and Blaise stopped walking. "Did you just hear that?" Pansy ground her teeth together, looking murderous.

"I sure did," Blaise growled. He was more worried than mad, however.

Because what did Draco have to hide that he would lie to them for?

Hey guys! This came to me in a dream, and I just decided to go for it! I'm sorry for all of you who are waiting for updates on my other stories, I promise they will come soon, but I also am in the middle of Finals right now, so I don't have much time.

So, I bet some of you noticed the hints of Drarry in there, but sorry, this is a Draco/Ginny fic! You'll start to understand different character's motives as the chapters go on!

Anyways, I hoped you liked the first chapter! It's just a hint at what is to come!

Review :)