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Ginny's thoughts are in italics

Chapter 2:

(Ginny's POV)

Over the next few weeks Malfoy's mood seemed to take a turn for the worst. He didn't even speak to me now, and he barely came to the Great Hall to eat. One morning I asked him nicely to pass the rolls; he just mumbled something and left the Great Hall. I didn't know what I did wrong. He was also yelling at kids in the hallways for no reason. Including yelling at my niece, Annabelle, which made her come crying to me. Though I must say that I was still grateful to him, because whatever he did to Zach, it worked, and he no longer made fun of me or mocked me in class at all. Life at Hogwarts was going fine although I was really beginning to get annoyed with Malfoy's attitude.

"Malfoy...Malfoy!" I called as I was knocking on his door. I heard no response so I went in.

"Malfoy, are you in here?" I asked one final time.

No answer. I opened the door and went into the room. I began looking around the classroom, noticing that there were a few cauldrons bubbling here and there. Out of the corner of my eye I saw another door. Being the curios person that I am, I went through that door. Soon after I realized that I must be in his private quarters because I saw a bed and a dresser. The room itself was quite beautiful though I must admit. The walls were all in a deep green color. While the bed sheets and blankets were also a rich green color but with a light silver lining to it. There were no windows, only some candles that were attached to the wall. His room was perfectly clean, compared to my room where one could not even see the floor. As I was about to leave the room, I heard a noise coming from outside the other door leading to the classroom. I went and hid behind the dresser. After a few moments I peeked around the corner a bit and saw Malfoy sitting on his bed. His eyes were closed tightly as if he were in deep pain. I looked him over and saw that he was trembling also. It only took me a second to decide if I should help him. I then quickly ran over to him.

"Mal--Draco, are you alright?" I asked him quietly. He didn't say anything so I lifted up his head so I could see his eyes. I looked into his eyes, and for a moment, I swear I thought he looked like a lost, innocent little boy. As quick as the look came it was gone.

"What are you doing here?" He hissed at me. I didn't know what to say so I stayed silent.

"Please, just leave me..." He said to me.

"I can't do that...you need help; I am going to take you to Madam Pomfrey." I told him. I tried helping him off the bed. He pushed me away roughly and pointed at the door.

"Leave. Now!" He yelled at me angrily. I took a deep breath and counted to ten. Of course I couldn't just leave him here in pain. Right when I was about to insist on him seeing some medical attention, he said.

"I thought I asked you to leave. I don't need you…"

"Fine!" I yelled just as angry as he was and stomped out of the room. I was only trying to help him after all. He didn't want nor apparently need my help, so he was not going to get it.

The next few days passed without any incidents. Malfoy didn't even come out of his private quarters now except to teach his classes. When I passed his room one day I glanced in, he looked horrible. He had big baggy 'rings' surrounding his eyes. He obviously hasn't been sleeping well. He hadn't been coming to the Great Hall to eat at all either which would explain why he looked skinnier. He just looked terrible. No matter how bad of a person he may be, he still needed help. I went to talk to Dumbledore.

"Dumble-Albus...I'm worried about Mal--Draco...he isn't eating normally nor sleeping normally at all anymore. He is always snapping at people including me and even Serverus sir." I told him.

"Well...he will not listen to me, and Serverus has already tried to speak with him...perhaps you could try?" He said to me after a few moments of silence. There was something about that twinkle in his eyes that just made me think he was up to no good.

"Alright sir, I will..." I said and left. First though, I decided to go sit by the lake and read for a while. Reading always seemed to calm my nerves and anger.

I finally tore my eyes away from my book. I was reading "Wuthering Heights", I loved romance classics. I noticed that I was quite cold and I glanced up into the sky and was amazed to see that it was already dark outside. I must have been reading for an awfully long time then. I grabbed my things and as I was about to head back up towards the castle, I saw a figure approaching me from behind. I pulled out my wand and muttered "Lumos" as quietly as I could. I crept up towards the figure and saw that it was only Malfoy. As I was about to just walk away I suddenly saw him fall. I tried to help him last time and he just pushed me away... I thought to myself. I had to help him though; I could only hope that he would let me. Deciding this, I ran over towards him.

"Draco..." I whispered when I finally reached him. He looked much worse than he did this morning. His robes were tattered and I could see bruises and gashes everywhere on his body. As I was about to take him up to Madam Pomfrey, he grabbed my arm and said, "Please...my rooms...no Pomfrey..."

Going against my better judgment I took him to his own rooms. Once I laid him on his bed I ripped off his already tattered clothes and began to inspect some of his many cuts. He definitely needed some medical attention. I had to get Madam Pomfrey no matter what he wanted.

"I'll be right back..." I said and tried to walk away again.

"No!" He yelled at me and grabbed my arm again. I looked down and noticed that his nails left gouge marks in my skin. I'd deal with that later though. I turned around and I almost wanted to cry, he looked like a lost little vulnerable boy again. Fine...no Pomfrey...I thought and walked over to him. I continued to check his body for any big cuts or gashes. About an hour later I had given him a sleep potion and all of his cuts were healed.

"Draco…" I whispered while wetting his forehead with a wet cloth. He really did look like an angel in his sleep; with his blonde hair and gray eyes. I was not going to lie to myself, he was quite handsome. I would eventually have to ask him what happened to put him in this bad of shape. This would obviously occur every once in a while. If he wanted my help again, he would have to tell me I decided.

After a few minutes of thinking to myself, I decided to just stay in his rooms for the night incase he woke up. I looked around, and since I couldn't find anything else to sleep on, and I was too tired to transfigure anything, I laid down on the other side of his bed. The moment my head hit the pillow I was dead asleep.

AN: Please Review! I'd also like to thank: AmyL, Tasha, Fobyfoblover, and Angelbaby7sat for reviewing, I'm glad you guys like my story so far. Chapter 3 should be posted soon. :) :)

AN2: This chapter was revised as of 9/8/05