My computer seems to hate me too. Haha.
Rising quickly from the purple duvets, Ginny dragged Draco with her into the bathroom. Fleeing to the porcelain bowl while Draco tried to figure out what was going on, Ginny emptied out her insides completely until she was heaving dry-air.
Draco, finally coming to grips with what was going on, placed his hand on her lower back and gently pulled her long copper hair out of her face. Bunching it in his hand, he gently rubbed her back as Ginny continued to gag.
After a few long moments of Ginny's dry-heaving, blood began to spatter against her lips and the pure white of the toilet. After staring at the drastic difference between the red and white for a moment. Draco snapped himself out of shock and scooped Ginny up into his arms, cradling her to his naked chest.
"Shhh…it'll be okay Gin-bug." he whispered as she convulsed and coughed, curling into him. Small rivulets of dark red blood dripped down his muscular chest, but Draco didn't even notice. His only goal was to get Ginny to the Hospital Wing before something happened.
Pushing the doors quickly open, he called for Madame Pomfrey. The plump nurse came bustling in, her hair still up in a nightcap, her sleeping gown covered in large chickens.
Draco sat down on one of the beds, clutching Ginny to his chest as she started coughing and gagging again.
"I don't know what's going on. Please help--" he started, but was interrupted by the banging of the large wooden doors.
"Madame Pomfrey!" Pansy Parkinson screamed, running in front of Vincent Crabbe and Greg Goyle, who were supporting one Blaise Zambini between them. Blaise was currently coughing profusely, with a small trace of blood dripping down is chin.
Draco's mouth dropped open at his weak best friend. Never before had he seen Blaise so weak, his flipped brown hair wet and hanging in front of his face, his sparkling blue eyes without their sheen.
Blaise locked eyes with Draco for a moment, the only person in the room even noticing that he was there, then looked away again, quickly. Draco was stunned. Blaise was ashamed of himself for being sick.
Running his free hand through his hair quickly, he watched helplessly as his best friend and his girlfriend both coughed and coughed for what seems like forever. Then he suddenly rose from where he was sitting, picked Ginny up, and placed her onto the bed beside Blaise.
As Draco held Ginny's hand, he took Blaise's and placed it on Ginny's waist. Immediately after, they both stopped coughing and heaving, their breathing returning to normal.
Exhaling in a sigh of relief, Draco smiled softly at Ginny, then nudged Blaise awake.
Blaise's blue eyes looked up at him curiously, waiting for reason as to why he was attached to Ginny Weasley. Draco then nudged Ginny awake, and suggested that they all head back to their room leaving Pansy, Goyle, Crabbe, and a very confused Madame Pomfrey behind.
"Why me?" Ginny muttered, tears slowly making their way down her face. It was late into the night and both Draco and Blaise sat in silence as Ginny slowly unraveled.
Draco sighed, running his free hand over his face. "Ginny, everything will be okay. We'll figure this all out."
Blaise was silently tracing his long finger up and down Ginny's wrist, deep in thought as he stared at what he was doing. Grinning slightly, his cerulean eyes snapped up to Ginny's jade green. "You have a scar in the shape of a heart."
Blushing, Ginny nodded, biting her lower lip. "I don't remember getting it. It's just always been there…" Pulling her hand up to show Draco, Blaise quickly wrapped his arm around her waist.
Draco ran his finger lightly across the scar, then looked Ginny in the eyes. "You're going to have to talk to your brother again. And he's not going to like this…"
Ginny sighed, shaking her head, "I hate this!" she exclaimed, throwing her face into the plump purple pillow (A/N ah…the alliteration) and screamed out her frustrations.
Smirking, Draco kissed her on the top of her head, "Aw, Gin-bug. It's not that bad…at least we can all be together!"
Ginny sat up quickly, flipping over and folding herself Indian-style, "Huh?"
Blaise laughed at her reaction, "Little one, you're aware that Drake and I are best friends, correct?"
Nodding, Ginny's eyes flickered from Blaise's dazzling bright blue to Draco's hypnotizing mercury. Blaise smiled reassuringly at her, "Well…Draco and I have both…noticed…you for the longest time. And because we're so close, we have no problem sharing you between us."
Ginny nodded slowly, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Oh…okay…I guess that's alright. I guess…" she paused for a moment, "I mean, I really can't help being attracted to you both…"
"Ron! I'm sorry! I can't help it!" Ginny cried helplessly, "But can you please just not be so mean! I need your help getting through this!"
Ron spun on his heel, glaring at his little sister, "How could you get yourself into this, Ginny! You know better than to get involved with Slytherins! What kind of Weasley are you!"
"Ron, please. You're not being fair!" she screamed indignantly, "Can't you just try and help me? I'm your sister!" she wailed.
Ron's brown eyes turned black with anger, "No sister of mine dates Slytherins." he growled.
Ginny gasped, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion, "Ron…what are you-" she started only to be cut off by her furious brother.
"YOU'RE NOT MY SISTER!" he screamed, turning his back to his sister.
As Ginny's green eyes filled with tears, she spun around and buried her head in Blaise's chest, "I can't help it!" she whispered, "I'm sorry."
Draco, who was holding Ginny's hand, glared at 'The Golden Trio'. He then turned into the embracing pair, circling his own arms around Ginny.
Blaise also glared at the three shaking his head, "For someone who professes loyalty twenty-four seven, you sure don't practice it." he then started leading Ginny out of the Gryffindor Common Room, whispering sweet nothings in Ginny's ear.
"Ron, you're a prat," Hermione snapped, twirling quickly and stomping up to her dormitory.
Ron's eyes grew in shock and he turned to Harry, hoping for some reassurance. Harry just shook his head with a sigh, turning back to his homework without a word.
"Ginny it'll be okay," Draco whispered, kissing the top of her head. Ginny shook her head slowly, squeezing her eyes shut.
"No, no it won't." she whispered quietly, "I don't know what I can do without my family…they're everything to me."
Blaise turned her softly, holding her by the shoulders while Draco held her around the waist. He gently nudged her chin with his finger until her sparkling green eyes locked with his blue, "You don't need them Ginny. We're your family now." he said firmly, holding her gaze.
Ginny sniffled softly, looking down at her feet. Blaise smiled, his teeth sparkling, "Listen to me, little one. You don't need them. You never will."
Draco then began kissing her neck softly, while gently massaging her hips. "You're ours now Ginny. No one can take you from us." he growled in her ear, "And if your family tries to stop us--" he stopped, kissing just below her earlobe.
Ginny gulped, slowly nodding. She was distracted enough by Draco's ministrations, but when Blaise started working down her collarbone, she completely lost concentration. She didn't even mind that they were in the middle of the corridor, standing right in front of the Fat Lady, who happened to be glaring at them. All she could focus on were the two men who had just claimed her their own.
"You really don't need them do you, Ginny?" Blaise whispered in her ear, nibbling on the cuff.
Draco followed Blaise's example, kissing up her neck to her ear, "Not when you're ours. Right, little one?" he muttered.
Ginny's head was a blur. She couldn't see, she couldn't hear…all she could do was feel. And all she could feel at the moment were Draco and Blaise's soft bites on the tip of her ears.
"You're right," she mumbled quietly, wanting the men to continue, "I'm yours."
Draco and Blaise's eyes locked on each other automatically and they smirked in unison before immediately attacking her neck. After a few minutes of…work…they came up and kissed Ginny on the cheek simultaneously.
"All ours," they whispered, looking at the deep red hickeys that were now apparent on her pale neck. Identical smirks appeared on their handsome faces before they wrapped their arms around her waist and lead her to their room.
So uhm. Ergh. Didn't like this like at all.
But it was important for me to finish it because I have a certain red-headed friend who is trying to kill me…
Hahaha. So Macks. If you hate this….sorry.
Sorry it's so short too...
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