Disclaimer: as usual, I own nothing to do with Harry Potter.

Chapter One

Ginevra left the Burrow quickly, eager to just get out of the stuffy atmosphere that Molly seemed intent on creating.

With Bill and Fleur's wedding finally over and the Trio gone, Molly had nothing to fuss over. She'd immediately set her sights on Ginny, not letting her out of sight for more than a minute. Ginevra was almost positive that her mother waited for her outside of the toilet...

Running down the yard, she listened out for her mother's voice, grateful when she didn't hear her name being called. So intent on not being found by Molly, Ginevra didn't notice the lump on the grass until she fell over it.

Quickly turning to see what she'd fallen over, Ginevra was shocked to see that it was a body. She was more than shocked when she realised that the body was none other than Draco Malfoy.

She brought out her wand quickly. Not really sure if she should hex him, Ginevra poked him slightly with the tip of her wand. He did nothing, but his limp body rolled slightly and she saw the blood staining the side of his body. His face was pale and his eyes were closed. He looked so ... vulnerable, as hard as it was to believe.

Ginevra sighed, knowing that she couldn't just leave him here. He'd probably die of blood loss, or worse, her family would find him... She looked around, making sure that her family wasn't in sight. Gently levitating Malfoy, she headed down to the shed.

She opened the door and quickly transfigured the workbench into a bed. Laying him on the bed, Ginevra carefully took off his torn and bloody shirt, then looked at his wound.

Even after the countless years of looking after the countless wounds her brothers managed to get, without feeling sick or queasy, Ginevra was almost sick when she saw the wound that Draco Malfoy had. She hadn't even felt this ill when she'd seen the stitches her father had put in!

After a few minutes of deep breathing, and trying to ignore the stench of dry and fresh blood, Ginevra took her wand and cast a silencing spell on the shed. She didn't want Malfoy to wake up and start screaming in pain.

Trying to hold off her nausea, Ginevra started to clean the blood from his body. She stitched up the wound carefully, checking that Malfoy was still unconscious every so often. Ginevra finished stitching, then cleaned the blood away again. Holding her wand to the skin and stitches, she began to fuse the skin together, the now-useless stitches dropping to the bed.

Ginevra looked at the end result, quite pleased with her work. Not quite up to Healer standards, but she'd done fairly well. There was a slight scar, but it wouldn't be noticed with a small Glamour in place.

She cleaned and repaired his shirt with a few simple spells - those she knew off by heart due to Molly's insistence when she was younger. Curiosity seemed to eat at Ginevra, and she wondered if Draco Malfoy was a Death Eater, as Harry, Ron and Hermione suspected...

"Ginny!" Molly called.

Ginevra cursed softly, then hurried out of the back of the shed, taking a different route to get back to the house. She didn't want anyone to get curious as to why she was in the shed...

"Sorry! I went into the forest for a bit," Ginevra said with a smile.

"You shouldn't go out for so long when Death Eaters are still on the loose," Molly admonished, leading her daughter inside quickly.

The next day found Ginevra stuck in her room, under house arrest by her family; all of them under strict instructions from her mother... Worried about her patient, Ginevra opened her window silently and grabbed her bag, preparing to leave. She had her foot out the window when her door opened, Fred and George standing there. They grinned at her, hurrying into the room and closing the door behind them.

"Running away, are you?" they asked her, still grinning.

"No. I just wanted to get out of the house for a bit without Mother telling me off," Ginevra muttered.

"She has been more attentive to you lately," George mused.

"Glad we're not living here anymore," Fred muttered in return.

"All right then. We'll help you," Fred and George said, winking at her.

Without another word, the twins left her room, going to their own. Within seconds, explosions were occuring in their room and Ginevra could hear Molly yelling at them from the lounge room. Not willing to lose the opportunity, Ginevra hurried out her room and climbed down the tree next to her window.

Quickly checking to make sure no one was looking, Ginevra ran down to the shed. She locked the shed door behind her, then looked over to the bed. Draco Malfoy was still sleeping there, his face pale and sweaty. Hurrying over, Ginevra conjured up a bowl of warm water and a cloth. She started to clean his face, talking to him in soft tones.

As she cleaned his face, she looked over his body to check that her healing was still doing what it was supposed to do. Seeing the large blood stain on his shirt, Ginevra touched it lightly and pulled away with red-stained fingers.

Taking his shirt off, she saw that one of the wounds had reopened, presumably while he was turning in his sleep. Ginevra held the split skin together and again began to stitch and fuse as best as she could.

Just as she finished healing and cleaning the blood, a large explosion from the house startled her. Quickly putting the blanket back on Draco, Ginevra ran up to the Burrow to see what had happened. Forgetting that she was still supposed to be in her room, Ginevra almost ran in through the kitchen. Remembering at the last instant, she cursed and scrambled up the tree, jumping into her room just before the door opened to reveal her mother.

"What ever are the twins doing to cause so much noise?" Ginevra asked innocently.

"They just put a hole in their bedroom floor! A hole, I tell you! This is coming out of their profits from their blasted shop! They have a workroom there, why can't they use it?" Molly yelled down at the twin's room.

"We'll pay to get it fixed, don't worry," Fred and George said.

They wandered down to Molly, both covered in soot from head to toe, and kissed her cheeks, winking at Ginevra.

"You're putting soot everywhere! You're cleaning it up right now!" Molly yelled.

"I thought you said we had to shower first?" Fred asked with a frown.

"We can't clean when we're this dirty!" George said.

The twins ran down the corridor to the bathroom before Molly could get the wooden spoon from the kitchen. Just because they were older, it didn't mean she couldn't still spank them...

"Oh... They're in big trouble when they get out of there," Molly muttered, then turned to her daughter with a sigh. "I suppose you can go out until all of this is cleaned up," she said.

"Thank you!" Ginevra said, hurrying outside before Molly decided that she should help clean too.

Ginevra made her way down to the shed, opening the door slightly to check that Malfoy was still there before walking in and shutting the door behind her.

She walked over to him, seeing how laboured each breath he took was. Looking down at him, she was amazed to see how small and child-like he seemed. Malfoy looked as scared as a child after a nightmare, or during a storm. Brushing a few strands of hair from his face, Ginevra was surprised to feel the need to comfort him. On this realisation, she turned away abruptly, shaking her head.

Don't be protective of him... He's Malfoy, for the gods' sakes! He almost killed Dumbledore... He's a Death Eater. You're just going to heal him, then turn him over to the proper authorities... That is all, she told herself sternly.

She turned back, then checked his wounds to make sure they were healing properly. Seeing that it had opened slightly, Ginevra turned Malfoy on his good side and healed him again, rewrapping the wound in a bandage. Taking the clean clothes out of her bag, she sat him up gently and dressed him, trying not to get flustered in the process.

Once he was clean and dressed, Ginevra lay him back down and watched him sleep a not-so-peaceful sleep. She watched as he tossed slightly, flinging his arm up and stretching the delicate stiches she'd just finished re-sewing. With a sigh, she headed up to the house to find a Calming Draught. She was trying to heal him, the least he could do is not thrash about in his sleep!

Ginevra stopped in the kitchen, trying to block out her mother's raised voice.

Still yelling at Fred and George. Must be all of the pent up energy from not having anyone else in the house, Ginevra mused silently.

She looked in a few cupboards to find a Calming Draught and failed to hear her father enter the kitchen.

"Are you all right, Ginny?" Arthur asked, trying to raise his voice over Molly's yells.

"I'm just looking for a Calming Draught. I was going to put some into Mother's tea," Ginevra said quietly.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that, shall I?" Arthur asked, his eyebrow raised slightly. "There are a few vials in the cupboard above the stove," he added as he left the kitchen quickly.

Grinning, Ginevra boiled the kettle and looked in the cupboard above the stove. Just as he'd said, there were three vials of Calming Draught sitting there. Taking one, Ginevra poured half into a teacup, stopped the vial and put it in her pocket carefully.

The kettle finished boiling soon enough, yelling to everyone that it was ready and had to be taken off the stovetop. She poured the hot water in with the Calming Draught and added a tea bag, hoping that would be enough to take away the scent of the Draught.

"Mother!" Ginevra called sweetly. "I've made you a cup of tea. Would you like me to bring it up to you?" she asked, knowing that Molly hated it when they carried hot things up the rickety staircase.

"I'll come down!" Molly called back, sounding reluctant.

Ginevra held the cup and saucer carefully, and waited for her mother to come downstairs. After a few more bouts of yelling at the twins, Molly made her way downstairs.

"Thank you, Ginny dear. My throat was starting to tire too," Molly said, taking the teacup from her.

"You're welcome, I had a feeling it would," Ginevra said with a smile. She waited until Molly had sat down in her armchair before continuing. "I might go out and enjoy the sunshine before it gets darker," she said, leaving before her mother could protest.

Hurrying down to the shed, Ginevra hoped that Malfoy hadn't hurt himself already. She entered the shed and was relieved to see that his wounds weren't bleeding and were still stiched up. Malfoy, however, was still in the midst of his nightmare and moving about.

Sighing to herself, Ginevra wondered how and why she'd gotten herself into this predicament, before going over to the bed. She held Malfoy down with her shoulder and arm, as she had seen her mother do with the twins often enough. Holding his nose, she waited until Malfoy gasped for air to remove the stopper with her teeth and let a few drops of the Draught to fall into his open mouth. Shutting his mouth gently, she held it there until she saw him swallow before letting go of him.

Watching as he relaxed slightly, Ginevra sat by the makeshift bed to ensure that he didn't move about again. A time or two he opened his eyes, but only for a second and he didn't seem to realise where he was or what he was doing, that much she could tell instantly. He cried out in pain more than a few times, startling Ginevra with the soul piercing scream he emitted each time. She was extremely glad that the silencing spell she'd performed before was still there, as his screams would have got everyone's attention in seconds.

She soothed him as best as she could, then cursed softly when she heard her mother calling for her. Ginevra left the shed quickly, going around the back, and through the woods to come out in a completely different direction to where the shed was.

"It's getting dark now, come inside dear," Molly said with a small smile.

"Yes, Mother. Would you like help with dinner?" Ginevra asked dutifully as she followed her into the house.

"It's all right. You can look after your brothers though," she added.

"Yes, Mother," Ginevra said, going up to the twins room.

Their door was no longer there, and a large scorch mark had imprinted itself along the corridor. The room was filled with soot, yet Fred and George were grinning at each other broadly, their beds imaculate due to Molly's exasperation at their inability to clean properly.

"You two really did a good job," Ginevra drawled, surveying everything.

"Since we did it for you, you can help us clean!" they said immediately, dragging her into the room.

"Oh, I couldn't possibly do that when I'm underage!" Ginevra protested, looking at them innocently.

"Nonsense, dear sister!" George exclaimed cheerfully.

"We have Mum's wand for you to use," Fred said with a grin, handing it to her.

"Mother's going to be annoyed with you again," Ginevra said with a sigh, cleaning all of the soot with a few spells.

"Then we'd better clean everything before she notices that her wand is gone," Fred and George said cheerfully, setting about their room and tidying up faster than they ever had before.

In about fifteen minutes, the room was clean and tidy, not even the scorch mark visible on the wooden floor. Fred and George took the wand from Ginevra, then quietly made their way downstairs to retrieve the chicken wand they'd replaced it with. They hurried upstairs before Molly could come out of the kitchen and scold them again.

"Now, are you going to tell us what you're hiding in the shed?" they asked quietly, sitting across from Ginevra and looking at her seriously.

"Nothing," Ginevra lied, not looking them in the eyes.

"Don't lie to us, Ginevra. We know you better than that..." Fred said.

"We can't help you hide whatever is in there if you don't tell us what it is," Geogre said.

Ginevra sighed and nodded.

"It might be better if you see for yourselves. It'll take too long to explain," she muttered, rubbing her face with her hands. "I'll convince Mother, you two stay here," Ginevra said, going downstairs.

Making her way downstairs quietly, Ginevra found Molly in the kitchen, working busily.

"Mother?"

Molly looked up and nodded for her to talk, too intent on cutting the meat to talk.

"Do you mind if I go outside with Fred and George?" she asked.

Molly looked out of the window with a frown.

"It's getting rather late. It would be better if you stayed inside," she said.

"But we won't be leaving the backyard! Please, Mother? It will get the twins out of the house," Ginevra cajoled. "We'll be back in time for tea, I promise," she added, pleading with Molly.

Sighing, Molly shook her head.

"Fine. I want you all back by seven on the dot," Molly warned, pointing the knife at Ginevra.

"Thank you!" Ginevra said, then hurried up to get Fred and George. "Hurry up before she changes her mind," she muttered, the three of them hurrying out the back door.

"How'd you do it?" Fred and George asked, incredulous. "We can't even get a glass of water from her anymore!" they muttered.

"I begged and promised to be back in by seven," Ginevra said, opening the shed door and ushering them inside.

Fred and George stopped short when they saw who was at the other end of the shed, sleeping.

"Ginevra, you do realise that's Draco Malfoy, don't you?" they asked her, their eyes not leaving his form.

"Yes, I know," Ginevra said crossly, pushing past them and going over to Draco.

She checked his stitches, repairing another one that had split.

"Did you do that yourself?" Fred asked, George peering at the wound curiously.

"Yes. He was hurt when he got here, and I've healed it as best as I could, but he's still not waking up," Ginevra said, cooling his forehead with a damp cloth.

"I doubt he did something like that to himself, Gin," George said.

"Most likely Voldemort's wrath for failing him," Fred said.

They had all heard of Malfoy's reluctance to kill Dumbledore from Harry, and knew that Voldemort would not be happy with him, even if Dumbledore had been killed in the end.

"If he isn't waking up, then his mind is probably trying to heal itself," Fred and George said, their knowledge of curses outweighing even Bill and Hermione's due to their curiosity and joking nature.

"Does he have any friends you can owl?" George asked.

"They might be able to help him further," Fred added, seeing Ginevra's reluctance.

"I don't want to risk sending out our owls; they're too recognisable. And I'm not sure he even has friends," Ginevra murmured.

"What about that Parkinson girl?" they asked.

"I don't know who to trust. Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Goyle and Crabbe... Any one of them could turn him over in an instant sooner than help him," Ginevra said.

"Well, think about this. We know that Nott is no good; his father's a Death Eater. So that means Goyle and Crabbe are out too. That leaves Parkinson and Zabini. We know that Zabini isn't a Death Eater, because his mother wouldn't allow him to ruin her reputation like that," Fred and George said, snickering softly at the thought of Madam Zabini's seven deceased husbands.

"I think that Pansy Parkinson is betrothed to Draco, but that doesn't mean she wouldn't hand him over. If it means she gets the Malfoy fortune, she'll do anything... Blaise Zabini wouldn't do that because he already has his own fortune to inherit," Ginevra mused.

"Then you know what to do," Fred and George said decisively. "We'll take you to Diagon Alley tomorrow for school supplies and you can owl him with a normal owl from the Owl Post. We doubt it will be stopped," they murmured.

Ginevra nodded, hugging them and thanking them profusely.

"It's fine, Ginevra. We had better get back, it's almost seven," Fred and George said, seeing their pocket watches.

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End of chapter one