Prologue

What if you saw something that you weren't suppose to see? How far would someone go to keep you quiet? But by chance, what if this was the beginning to something wonderful?

Chapter One: Wounded Dragon

The night was like any other night, the students were asleep, the halls were clear...for all except Ginny Weasley, she'd heard someone humming softly in her dorm, the noise had drifted down the stairs, and across the Common Room, so she knew it was a person-it was a boy. She knew that much but she could not tell which students it was. She reached the library, and stopped, opening the door a crack, the humming grew louder.

"Hello?" She called. "Is anyone there?"

Silence...Then, "Who's that?"

She gasped, she knew the voice. "D-Draco? What're you doing here?"

He stepped out from the shadows, his silk green shirt on as always but his cloak was wrapped in his arms, much like a blanket. He was the one who was humming, "I-why is your cloak in your arm like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like a blanket."

"It's not a blanket Weasel! I cut my hand, all right?"

She stared at him, his pale pointed face, covered in shadows. His silvery-blond hair, swaying silently in the faint breeze that flowed through the room. She studied his face, his face that always so expressionless. Her hair blew slowly around her neck, her eyes went from his arm to his face, as he winced and she saw his knees give out she reached out...

"I can stand on my own." He growled, and shook her off him, but sank slowly to the ground, she held him, and put her arm around his waist and put his arm over her neck and walked toward the door.

"No you can't...You're hurt worse then your arm, now, what's going on?"

"It's my leg...it's been acting funny, like I get a limp sometimes and I have to hobble to class."

He groaned slowly, as she quickened her pace to the hospital wing.

"Maybe it's broken." She said quietly. He snorted, "Malfoys never get broken bones...we're strong, Weasley...Remember?" He smirked.

"Why were you humming?"

"Humming...me?"

She nodded,

"I don't very well remember it-oh, mother use to hum to me when I got sick. It helped me forget the pain. Was it loud?"

She nodded again.

"Sounded quite like it was in my dorm, then traveled down the stairs across the Common Room and out of the portrait...leading me here."

He observed her slowly. She'd gotten up to find the source of the noise, at midnight no less.

"You didn't have to come here...I didn't mean to wake you." He muttered, and for the first time he felt something inside him squirm, even if he was next to her, he felt something for her...

"You needed help, I wasn't very well going to let you stay in the library all night. I'm not that mean." She smiled gently, as he indicated to be placed by the wall for support, so she did so. She looked at him, her eyes flickering warmly over his body; lean and muscular with his shoulders hunched slightly. He raised himself to meet her eyes, his looked soft and warm, and she's never seen them like that.

She smiled slowly, taking off her robe, and letting her hair down, her hair is down to her elbows and she's wearing a blood red halter top and black pants with a belt made of chain and the buckle is a dragon and her nails are painted black. Draco's lips parted slightly, almost amazed that this feeble girl had grown up to be what he always wanted.