A/N: Here is the next chapter. I hope you enjoy! Sorry

Disclaimer: I forgot this in the other chapters. I own nothing, J.K. Rowling owns everything. Except, Owen McKinney and she possibly won't make Colin Creevey gay.

Chapter three: Of Torture and Tulips

Ginny opened the door to her now familiar ward with a sigh. Her head felt slightly heavy from all the crying but she was determined to get through the day. After Owen had left she told the nurse to cast a simple memory charm on Draco and then let him rest. She had not stepped into his room again for fear of flying into hysterics once more. So with a heavy heart she had climbed back to the Unliftable Jinxes, hexes, and incorrectly applied charms' floor.

"Dr. Weasley. Mrs. Longbottom's been askin' about ya." A nurse said upon seeing here enter ward 49, Ginny just nodded and grabbed her clip board.

"Hi, Alice, I am so sorry I had to leave." Ginny gave the older woman an apologetic look and then took in her appearance. Her wispy gray hair, which surrounded her friendly round face, made her look older than she was and her dark brown eyes were not for lack of luster though the heavy bags under them did no wonder for her face. Ginny knew she must have been a beauty when she was younger and felt pity for the woman who never got a chance to fight for her loveliness.

"It's all right. You are a doctor; I am not your only patient." Alice's voice brought Ginny to the present.

"What did you remember?" Ginny sat at the foot of the bed as Alice closed her eyes and sighed, as if trying to control her emotions.

"I remember when they came." She breathed. "I remember the pain I felt. The immeasurable pain that seemed to tear away my very soul, it was everywhere, all at once. Every Part of my body felt pain, not one part was excluded. I remember screaming. I heard Frank screaming. I remember thinking that Neville was safe and that they would not get him. I remember the hatred. The hatred that boiled within me at the men who so heartlessly tortured us, the Death Eaters. I remember exclaiming that I thought it was over. I thought we were free of the Dark Lord and them, those Death Eaters. It had only been two days. Two days! Two days since Lilly and James Potter had been murdered and their infant son, one who had played with mine so often, had rid wizard kind of that…that…monster! Then I remember Frank's laughter. His high pitched psychotic laughter…that's when I knew it was over. He had gone over the edge; my strong, powerful husband had slipped into insanity. I only lasted a few minutes longer." Alice's body was overcome by sobs then and she turned towards the bed her husband was in. "He was always stronger then me. I don't know why…why he went first or why he won't get better. I have nothing left to remember except for days of nothing, but he does not even remember how to think. Frank was my reason to breathe."

"Alice." Ginny felt a tear break free and skate down her cheek. "You have Neville."

"I do, but he does not even know me. I mean for the last twenty-five years I have done nothing except give him gum wrappers!"

"You know he would love to get to know you. He asked about you the other day, at my birthday party. He wanted to know when he can see you. Alice, you should let him come see you. I mean, he did spend twenty-five years living with his Gran."

"I know. I just, I want to make sure I am ready." Alice nodded as more tears flooded out of her eyes. "Next week. You tell him, next week he can come visit."

"Alice, this is good." Ginny hugged her tightly. "Neville will be so happy to here that."

"I hope he is." Alice smiled. She sighed, obviously wanting to change the subject. "Well, I think I would like to go for my walk now."

"Of course. Have a nice time." Ginny helped her up and watched her exit the ward. Closing her eyes she sat in the closest chair and placed her head in her hands and thought of her own problems.

Draco was in this very hospital. He probably had no memory what so ever and then there was her, Ginny Weasley, his former lover and most likely soon to be doctor. How would she handle the situation? She could act as if she knows no facts of his life except his name and basic information or she could tell him of the things he loved or the things he didn't. She could tell him that he loved her and that she loved him. She could hide their breakup. Pretend that he just went away for a while on business and then came back with his injuries.

She could-

"Gin?" Colin's voice seemed muffled by all of her thoughts. "Gin?"

"Sorry, Colin, what?" she breathed and then realized she had started crying again.

"Your shift was over twenty minuets ago. What is wrong?"

Ginny just shook her head. "I'll tell you on the way out. Let me change out of these robes."

Four stories below them Draco Malfoy gasped awake. A nurse was over him in seconds, her face smiling down at him. Where was he? Who was that?

"Who are you?" he tried to bring his breath back under control.

"My name is Lizzie. I'm a nurse at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Do you remember who you are?" Lizzie looked down at him expectantly.

"Yes, I am- who am I?" He gasped again and then blankness engulfed his nameless self.

"Draco is here!" Colin gasped as soon as they apparated into The Leaky Cauldron.

"No, not here, at St. Mungo's." She gave Tom a half hearted smile when he offered her a Fire Whiskey. "Actually, I'll take a butterbeer tonight, Tom."

"Okay so he is at St. Mungo's. Are you guys back together?" Colin gave the butterbeer Tom handed her a quizzical glance." And why the butterbeer?"

"No, we are not back together. In case you were distracted by the arse of some healer, Draco lost his memory. And if you were so jealous that it drove to deny the fact that I have a date tonight with a certain Healer named Owen McKinney, let me remind you. I do."

"Wait, Draco comes back and you still keep a date with McKinney? Why?"

"Because. I will not let myself fall back in love with Draco bleeding Malfoy." She snapped. "I told you this morning, I am over him. I don't want to talk about anymore tonight. How was your date last night?"

Ginny smiled at her openly gay best friend as his eyes widened at the mention of his prior date.

"It was Blaise Zabini!" Colin gushed.

"What! Blaise Zabini!" Ginny gasped. Blaise Zabini was the famous face of Madame Malkin's menswear line.

"Yes! I know I was in shock. And, he wants to see me again!" Colin squealed.

Ginny squealed along with Colin trying desperately to push the thought of Draco from her mind. She had to stop thinking about him. Tomorrow she could worry about him all she liked tonight though, tonight she had a date. After about a half hour of gossiping with Colin, Ginny smiled at Colin and said goodbye.

Her townhouse was on a pretty, secluded lane off Charing Cross Road, only a short walk from the Leaky Cauldron, it was in fact, a prime residence for witches and wizards who did not wish to live in Diagon Alley. As Ginny passed the book shops and cafes that lined Charing Cross she recalled her first reaction to the medium sized home.

"Draco?"

"Isn't it perfect?" Draco spread his arms and nodded before he ran over to the living room. "And look at this fireplace? I mean it's the perfect size for Flooing!"

"Draco?" Ginny looked around the main room and gave Draco a quizzical look.

"What is it? You don't like it? I thought you'd find this perfect." Draco's face fell, he had been searching for the perfect townhouse for them and he had been sure this was it.

"Draco, it's in Muggle London!" Ginny had been shocked when her boyfriend had led her outside of Diagon Alley, where the two of them had been relentlessly searching for a townhouse.

"Yes. But, Diagon Alley is not the place I want to live. I don't want to see a bunch of Hogwarts students running amuck come August. I want this. So do you, so what's the problem?"

"Nothing, just the fact that you would live in Muggle London, but besides that, I love it!" Ginny squealed when he picked her up and swung her around in a circle before kissing her, hard. "And I love you."

"I love you more." Was all he said.

Now, as she clicked up the steps and pushed open her bright red front door, she had to heave a sigh and thrust the thought away. Why is everything so complicated? Really, this morning I had finally had the nerve to talk about him and be ready to move and then…and then he shows up and ruins it! Bloody prat probably did it on purpose! She thought savagely as she slipped off her shoes and headed up the stairs to her bedroom. I don't need this, she thought as she unbuttoned her blouse. Tonight I will go out with Owen and he will be perfect and I will have to force myself not to put out on the first date, because that's how perfect it will be. Ginny grinned as she stepped into the shower.

This would be a completely different relationship then hers had been with Draco. Or, at least a different start. She had put out for Draco before there even was a first date. She was much more controlled now, though. Or at least that's what she told herself as she slipped on her favorite little black dress. Glancing at the clock she picked up her wand and cast a few charms and watched her hair and makeup magically do itself. With a smile and a nod she headed back down stairs to feed her Siamese cat, Kasha.

"Hi, Kasha." She only pet the cat once for fear of getting cat hair all over the dress. The sound of the doorbell made her pet the cat once more. "Wish me luck, kitty." The cat just meowed and Ginny hurried to get the door.

"Owen, I am so-" Ginny broke off with a sneeze. She blushed when he gave her a quizzical look.

"Bless you. Do you have a cold?" Owen asked, concerned.

"No, I don't why I sneezed." She let a girlish giggle escape her. It unfortunately, was ruined by another not so lady-like sneeze.

"It's okay. I brought you these." Owen's blue eyes twinkled as he handed her a bouquet of yellow tulips. Ginny frowned and sneezed again.

"I'm sorry, I am" she broke off to sneeze again. "allergic to tulips."

"Oh. Well, no more tulips." Owen said, throwing the Tulips on the walk in front of a neighboring townhouse. Ginny just hoped that this would be the only unfortunate part of the date. Smiling she sniffed once more and then took his offered arm. Tonight there was no Draco Malfoy.

The next morning

Ginny felt as if someone had shoved her in a blender. Her body ached, her eyes would barely open, and her stomach was rolling. Sighing she pulled the sheet that covered her up and hid her face in it. That's when it hit her.

These sheets were scratchy. Her sheets were smooth. She opened her eyes and was able to focus in on the dark red sheet. She gulped. Her sheets were a light green. Oh shite, Gin, you slept with him!