This is my first story so I apologize if it's not very good. The main pairing is Draco/Ginny with some Blaise/OC. I apologize in advance if I take forever to upload new chapters.

Chapter 1

GINNY

Ginny couldn't believe the war had ended only yesterday, especially from the looks of St. Mungos Hospital. Witches and wizards were frantically roaming the halls for their loved ones, pacing in the reception area, and crying over the losses. The healers weren't any better. There weren't enough healers for the amount of injured, hence the reason Ginny was at St. Mungos. She wasn't a healer exactly, but she had apprenticed enough under Madam Pomfrey to be of great value at the hospital. During her time at Hogwarts she had become quite close to Madam Pomfrey from all the time she, Harry, and all of her brothers had spent in the hospital wing. Plus, being the only sister of so many older brothers she found the art of healing completely necessary. After the battle yesterday she had spent some of her time at the hospital wing of Hogwarts helping out as best she could, but that had proved to be quite difficult. Being in Hogwarts only triggered memories, both the good and the bad. She couldn't stop seeing images of the battle, of her brothers and Harry at Hogwarts, her time with her friends; it was all just too much for her. Luckily today she could help out at St. Mungos.

The fourth floor of the hospital was packed; it was the spell damage floor. At the moment she was helping tend to a boy not much younger than herself, a boy who shouldn't have even been involved in the battle. She thought he was a Hufflepuff, maybe a year or two younger than herself. He was hit by a dark curse, one of many she'd seen today. She wasn't trained for this and it was infuriating. She was running off no sleep and hadn't even had time to grieve for her own losses, which were quite a few. Fred, Lupin, Tonks, Colin, these were only just a handful of her own personal losses. It was better this way though, she didn't want to grieve and she didn't want it to be real. She had just finished doing everything she could for the boy; at the moment he was stable. Now she could think. Not about the war or about her family. No, her first thought was her lack of sleep and how much she needed some food and coffee. She figured a small break wouldn't hurt.

She was heading to the fifth floor to get herself a drink and to find the parents of her patient downstairs. The fifth floor was where most of the visitors and families waited or relaxed when not with their family member. She was almost to the elevator when something strange happened. First was the loud explosion of noise to the right of her. Out of instinct she automatically ducked and grabbed her wand. She sighed, seems someone only tried to break into the potions supply closet. There had been quite a few attempts at that today from witches and wizards who thought they could fix themselves. The battle and lack of sleep were getting to her. But then she saw it out of the corner of her eye, only too late. Before she had time to react she was grabbed and apparated out of the hospital.

DRACO

Draco didn't know what to do. The war had officially ended yesterday and his life was in chaos. For one, his family was under investigation by the Ministry due to siding with Voldemort. But that wasn't his main concern right now. He was confident his family could get out of it alive, partially due to his family's wealth and then mainly due to his mother rescuing Harry from Voldemort. No, his main concern would be his younger cousin. She had come back to England for the war, and that obviously didn't turn out well. She was supposed to be going to school in Scandinavia at the Durmstrang Institute. Not the best school for someone whose family was already super into the dark arts, but at least she was away from her family. He had told her that war was on the verge and the final battle was approaching, again probably not the smartest idea. The information had only been given to her though in hopes that she'd stay away. But of course, knowing her she'd have to come straight away and fight.

She had gone to Hogwarts the other day to fight in the battle, stupid decision really. She wasn't necessarily with Dumbledore but she wasn't with Voldemort either, just her family was. That was her problem. Everyone in their family was either a Death Eater or training to be a Death Eater. That was his problem as well really. Though unlike him, she had decided to go against her family and that was the decision that was nearly killing her. Her family had found her out and they were definitely unhappy with her choices. Their families didn't take traitors well.

At the moment she was in his friend Blaise Zabini's house, practically dying. They had all been good friends since childhood so they had figured it was safe to keep her there. The final battle was anarchy, but in the midst of everything Blaise had managed to find her just in time. She had been hit with several dark spells. Blaise had been able to get her to his manor but neither him nor Draco had an idea how to help her. They couldn't take her to St. Mungos since the Malfoys were under investigation and once they figured out who she was, she would be in worse shape. This was how they found themselves in the situation at hand. They needed a mediwitch and they needed one soon. So their only choice was to get themselves a mediwitch and what a plan they had come up with.