First of all…………O…..M…………….G! The half blood prince! OK IF U HAVEN'T READ IT DON'T READ THIS NOTE! SNAPE! How cud you! He's like my idol! And you know what…I'm not feeling the Harry and Ginny thing so much any more! And Draco……barstard…that's all I can say! NE WAYS! On a brighter note! Here is chapter 4! Sorry its been so long but I've been on holiday and stuff! Here it is ne ways! Hope you like… there is going to be a funny twist later…see if u can guess wot it is… hehe ahem…… bai!
Draco pulled his coat close to his self as he squinted against the rain that was thrashing down! He peered out onto the open grounds but there was no sign of Ginny.
Walking forward he began to slide around on the wet mud. He fought to keep his balance but it was hard. He only just managed to grab onto a fence to stop him from slipping and landing very un-Malfoy like, on his bum.
He managed to make his way out onto one of the fields, which, thankfully wasn't too muddy. He wrapped his arms tightly around his body, the cold rain that began to trickle down his back making him shiver.
"Weasley!" He yelled. It was almost pointless. The wind swept his yells away, so even he couldn't hear himself properly.
He traipsed across one field, coming to a halt under a tree, hoping it would shelter him somewhat from the rain that still thundered down.
As Draco stood, he scouted the area. There really was no sign of Ginny. Where had she gone?
Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward to carry on with the search.
Fighting against the rain was hard. The winds were strong and he could barely see 3ft in front of him. Finding Ginny in this was going to be like trying to find the Snitch in the dessert.
It suddenly dawned on Draco that carrying on the way he was, wasn't going to help his condition let alone Ginny's. Making up his mind to go back to the house and call Hermione for help, he turned back in the direction of the house.
He walked for what seemed like 2 or 3 minutes, when he tripped over something on the wet ground. Picking himself up off the floor, he turned around and gasped at what he saw.
"Ginny!" He yelled. He rushed to her side. She was lying on her back on the floor, one of her legs was at a slightly odd angle and her arms were thrown out to the side. She seemed to be unconscious, but she was still breathing.
Draco threw off his coat and wrapped it around Ginny, though it wasn't really working the way he wanted it to. It was soaked through.
He suddenly whipped his wand out of his back pocket and muttered a drying spell. He then picked Ginny's limp body up and ran back to the house before they became soaked through yet again.
He kicked the door open, then kicked it shut again, before carrying the unconscious body up the stairs to the master bedroom.
Laying her down on the bed, he decided that he needed to get her wet clothes off.
Taking a deep breath, he told him self that she might die of cold other wise, he stripped her of her wet clothing.
Peeling off her wet night-gown, he blushed. Thankfully she was still wearing her underwear, but he still tried to keep his eyes on something else.
He then headed over to the wardrobe and found another, dry night-gown. He managed to get it on her, which was no easy task, and then he picked her up, pulled back the covers, and placed her in the bed.
He tucked her in, aswell as adding a few extra blankets that he found. He cast a spell to dry her wet hair, then another to warm the room.
Once he was sure that she would be warm enough, he stepped away from the bed, making for the door.
He nearly reached it, before he heard a whimpering coming form Ginny. Turning around, he saw her small frame moving around under all the blankets. He headed back over to her, just as she opened her eyes to look at him.
"D-draco?" she whispered.
Draco forced a smile and sat down on the bed next to her. He saw her trembling hand, and reached out to grab it, a move that shocked him.
Ginny didn't seem to notice however. She squinted at the light in the room, so Draco muttered a spell to dim them. "Where am I?" She asked.
"Erm… you're in bed. We erm…." Draco didn't know if reminding her that they had argued, and she had run out into the thunderstorm was a good idea. "You felt a bit ill so I put you to bed." He lied.
Ginny seemed to contemplate this for a while, before she said… "I don't feel too good. I feel cold" She said in a small voice.
Draco suddenly felt a pang of guilt. "I- I know." He then made to stand up, dropping her hand onto the bed. "Do you want me to get you anything." He made his way to the door.
Ginny shook her head. "N-no… but…"
Draco stopped in his tracks. "Yeah…?"
"C-could you maybe…stay with me?"
Draco wasn't expecting that. Not really knowing what to do, he simply just nodded his head, then round the bed to the other side, and lay down next to Ginny, making sure to leave a reasonable gap between them both.
Ginny sighed and smiled at him, before her eyes slipped shut and she feel asleep.
Draco didn't really know what to do. He fidgeted for a while, surprised that by doing so didn't wake Ginny. A few hours passed in which Draco was starting to feel cold and shivery himself. He stood up and stripped of his own clothing, leaving himself in only his boxers. He then pulled back the duvet and slipped under. The warmth of the bed was very welcoming, and sleep was soon upon him.
However, Draco was woken not 2 hours later, by Ginny, tossing and turning, and whimpering. She had a beam of sweat rolling down her face. Draco inched closer to feel her forehead. It was ice cold. Panicking, Draco jumped out of bed to retrieve yet another blanket.
He threw it over Ginny, but it didn't do much to help. She still felt cold, and the whimpering hadn't subsided.
Despite his better judgement, Draco jumped back into his side of the bed, then wrapped his arms around the shivering body, pulling her back towards his chest. He held her tight, and rubbed her ice cold arms, causing a friction. He stroked her hair, hoping that by doing so, would calm her down a Little.
Suddenly, Draco noticed, the whimpering began to lessen, and he felt Ginny relax into his embrace. Soon, Draco felt the effects of the evening catching up on him again, and, still holding tight to Ginny, his breathing became steadier, and he fell into slumber.
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Draco cracked an eye open the next morning. The sun was out, drying away all the rain for the night before. With his arms still wrapped around the sleeping form of Ginny, Draco sighed, reliving the night before in his head.
Ginny was still fast asleep. Draco peered at her face, which seemed to be quite peaceful. Trying not to wake the sleeping girl, Draco released his hold on her, and climbed out of the bed.
He shivered as the sudden cold from the room hit his body. Grabbing a T-shirt lying on the bedroom floor, he opened the door, and left the room.
He made his way down the stairs and into the living room. The curtains were pulled back, and the sun was cascading into the room. Draco walked across the room and into the adjoining kitchen. Opening up cupboards, and pulling out pot and pans, he decided to throw together some breakfast, thinking Ginny would be hungry when she finally woke up.
He rubbed his eyes sleepily as he began to heat up the oven. Last night was …well he didn't really know what it was… nor how things were going to be between both he and Ginny today.
As he was just about to pop the bread down into the toaster, he heard a thump from up stairs.
Forgetting the bread, he rushed towards the stairs, taking two at a time. He threw open the door to the master bedroom, to find that the bed was no longer occupied. Wondering where she was, as if on queue, he heard a violent retching sound coming from the en suit bathroom.
He winced slightly at the awful sound, and gradually made his way over to the slightly open door. Peering inside, there was Ginny, crouched over the toilet, throwing up all of last nights dinner.
Draco tried hard not to gag himself at the sight before him. Taking a few deep breaths, he stepped forward into the room, and crouched down next to Ginny.
She jumped when she noticed him for the first time, but was suddenly over ridden with another bout of vomit. Draco, not really having any experience in this area, just rubbed her back in what he thought would be a soothing manner.
Eventually, after another 5 minutes, the vomiting seemed to subside, and Ginny leaned back on her haunches and looked at the floor. Draco stopped rubbing her back, and instead watched her for any signs of being angry at him for the night before. But instead, he got…
"Thank you for last night"
Draco, shocked, forced a laugh. "Why?"
Ginny smiled and finally looked at him. "For coming after me. For bringing me in form the cold. For…. For staying with me last night. Pick one."
Draco laughed again, not before his face began to turn into a frown. "But… but what about what I said to you last night. The reason you ran out into the rain in the first place."
Ginny turned her gaze away form him and looked out of the bathroom window. "I guess I deserved it really. I mean, this is all my fault after all. If I hadn't been so bad at potions, we wouldn't be In the mess right now" Ginny finished.
Draco was still looking at her, even though he gaze was some where out side.
"Wea- Ginny. Look it may have been your stupid potion that got us here, but believe it or not, the is our future, so weather we chose to deal with it no or later, we have to face it." Ginny still wasn't looking at him, so Draco reached at and placed a hand on her cheek. She turned to him finally and he smiled. "I'm sorry for what I said. I was in the wrong."
Ginny just nodded, then, with out warning, she launched herself at the toilet, and was sick…again.
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Draco was sat at the kitchen table eating the breakfast he had cooked. Ginny had finally stopped throwing up, so Draco had put her back to bed, telling her it was probably a result of the cold and that she should rest. He had checked on her once and she was fast asleep, although he was sure he had heard- from the creaking floor boards- that she had made her way over to the bathroom again to be sick.
While eating, he was reading a local newspaper, catching up with the local news. There were some things that shocked him. Others that were simply stupid and annoyed him. Such as Gilderoy Lochart, who had finally been released from St Mungos had opened his own beauty shop in Diagon Alley this week. There was also a photo of him cutting the ribbon, with hundreds of screaming girls around him.
He even read the obituary and found out that Mr Olivander had died. 'finally, he must have been well into his 90's atleast' he thought. And in the 'just married section' there was a picture of Luna Lovegood, the strange little blond girl from Ginny's year who's dad ran the Quibbler. She was standing next to her husband, a tall proud looking man, who, after reading the print, turned out to be Justin Finch-Fletchly.
In the back section, the sport section, there was a picture of Harry playing Quidditch while at Hogwarts and a write up about how the Chuddley Cannons were still trying to persuade him to join their team.
Just as Draco popped the last fork full of scrambled egg into his mouth, he heard Ginny call his name from the top of the stairs. He put his plate in the sink and gulped down a large glass of milk, wiping away the moustache on the back of his hand, and made his way up stairs. He entered the master bedroom, to see a lump under the duvet- a Ginny shaped lump.
"Yes" He asked. "You called."
Ginny popped her head up from under the duvet and looked at him, before throwing herself back under the covers and groaning. "Is there any way you could contact Hermione for me?" She asked in a small voice.
Draco raised an eyebrow, a gesture that went unnoticed to Ginny, who still hid under the covers of the bed. "Why?"
Ginny suddenly kicked the covers off of her body and jumped out of the bed. Pushing past Draco, she ran into the bathroom, where she began to throw up again.
Draco sighed, and went to sit down on the bed until she stopped.
When she finally did, Draco called to her. "Why do you need me to contact Gran- I mean Hermione?"
Ginny came out of the bathroom with a toothbrush hanging out her mouth. "Why do you think1" She hissed then headed back into the bathroom.
"Ok ok. I'll go call her." Draco glared at the bathroom door. "Must be that time of the month" he muttered.
"I heard that you barstard!" Ginny yelled.
He got up and stomped out of the room and down the stairs, into the lounge, and grabbed the phone.
Ofcourse, Draco, being a wizard, didn't know how to use the phone. He huffed to himself, cursing himself for not having a clue how to use this contraption, and resulted in heading to the fire place. He grabbed some floo powder from an ornate vase next to it, and threw it into the fire, then, sticking his head into the fire place, he yelled, "The Weasley house"
He felt the usual jolt of being flooed, then it stopped, and he found him self staring into a cosy little living area, filled with knitting utensils and other bits and bobs. The room gave a very warm, lived in feeling, but it was nothing like the living room he was used to at Malfoy Manor.
"Hermione!" He yelled into the empty room. "Hermione I need your help!"
There was a pause, then a loud thud from upstairs and then Draco could hear some one descending the stairs.
Expecting to see Hermione… or Ron for that matter, he was shocked to see….
"Oh Draco dear. How wonderful to see you" Squealed Molly Weasley. She rushed over to the fire place, knelt down and kissed Draco hard on the cheek.
'Oh God' Draco thought.
Molly Weasley, a small plump women dressed in what looked very much like one of the silly jumpers all the Weasley boys and Harry used to wear at Christmas at Hogwarts wore a large comforting smile. This showed Draco that she had infact warmed to him like Hermione, Ron and Harry.
Molly took a step back and looked at him. "Oh Draco how are you. How is Ginny. Arthur and I meant to call round but… oh never mind. You're here now. Well…sort of."
Draco forced a smile. 'This is my mother in-law.'
"Are you ok dear. You look a bit…pale."
Draco nodded. "Y-yes. I'm fine. Is erm… Is Hermione here?"
Molly laughed. "Oh dear. You have the wrong 'Weasley house'. Honestly people must be more specific when they floo nowadays. There is more than one Weasley house now, now that all my boys have moved away and have their own houses."
'Duh' Draco mentally kicked himself.
"Its ok Dear" Molly carried on as she saw the confused look on Draco's face. "Its not like this is the first time you've done it is it?"
Draco laughed. "Ofcourse not"
Suddenly there was the sound of a door being opened and closed and then, from around the corner, a ruffled looking man, with a woolly bobble hat and cloves came into the room.
"Oh Arthur look who has come to say hello."
The somewhat older Arthur Weasley, different to the one Draco had seen all those years ago in Borgin and Burkes looked in the direction of the fire place. "Ah Draco my boy. Good to see you" he took off his hat gloves and coat and threw them over a chair, where Molly instantly picked them up and went to hang them on the coat rack in the kitchen. "How was the trip. I must say I've always been interested in…oh what do you call those things again…. Pilans….?"
"Plains dear" Molly voiced as she came back into the room.
"Ah yes yes plains" Arthur smiled and wrapped an arm around his wife. "Well Draco. What can we do for you?"
"He was looking for Hermione dear. He got the wrong house again"
Arthur tutted. "Oh dear. We really must do something about that. You know Draco, we get so many of Fred and George's old school friends and work colleagues turning up here out of the blue I've lost count."
Draco smiled, not really listening, to what was being said, but more the way in which Arthur and Molly acted. The way the fitted together. The likeness they had to Ginny. Draco wondered if he and Ginny were ever like that…or would they ever be.
"Any way, I suppose you'll want to be finding Hermione. She'll be at home I'm sure with Abigail." Arthur voiced.
Draco nodded, bid them both farewell and left.
When he was standing back infront of his own fire place, he threw more floo powder into the fire, but this time yelled, "Ron Weasleys house!"
When he opened his eyes, he was met with a very different living area. It was equally cozy, but the floor was cluttered with toys, obviously belonging to Abigail. He knew he was in the right house.
The walls were a cream colour, with pale yellow curtains. There was a sofa, a coffee table a big black box with a screen which, Draco didn't know what it was, but Ginny had told him it was called a TV.
"Hermione… Hermione…" He yelled.
There was some noise from and adjoining room and then a scream as a young girl with red ringlets ran into the room.
"Uncle Dwaco!" Screamed Abigail.
"Oh no!" Draco muttered. The small child ran across the room and started to smother Draco's face with wet kisses.
"Oh dear. I'm sorry Draco. She's been a little madam all morning." Came the voice of Hermione as she strode across the room and picked up a now screaming girl.
"I want to play with Dwaco" She yelled.
Hermione shook her head and pulled out her wand. With a flick of the wrist, a play pen appeared, to which Hermione placed Abigail, so she had no means of escape.
"Now you stay there young lady while I talk to Uncle Draco. "
Abigail immediately began to cry, but Hermione just cast a silencing charm, so she couldn't be heard.
"The wonders of being a witch" Hermione joked. "God knows how mothers cope with out magic. Any way. How are you Draco, holding up ok?"
Draco nodded, watching in awe the screaming girl who started to make her toys blow up just by staring at them. "I'm ok. But Ginny's a bit un well. She was wondering if you could come over and take a look at her."
Hermione looked sceptical. "Oh I'm not sure Draco. As you can see…" she pointed to Abigail, who was holding a teddy bear with singed ears. "I've got my hands full"
"It wont take long… it's just…well we had an argument last night, and well…Ginny ran out into the storm-"
"Oh no." Hermione gasped.
"…and well now she wont stop being sick. I feel a bit responsible"
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Oh really. Why is that Draco?"
Draco looked at the floor, feeling suddenly guilty, which was so not in his nature. All this spending time with Ginny was rubbing off on him.
"Well after you left, she remembered how we got here in the first place. It was one of her potions that blew up. Any way, I yelled at her and that's why she ran off. I went looking for her and brought her home, but I feel like this is all my fault. Her being sick and all."
Draco looked at Hermione hopefully. "Well ok then. But I'll have to bring Abigail. You'll have to watch her for me while I examine Ginny." She said, as she ran about the room picking up toys and throwing them into a toy box.
"O-ok" Draco gulped. Abigail had finally stopped screaming but she was looking quite angry. Hermione laughed.
"Don't worry, she loves you. I'm sure she'll be on her best behaviour"
"I hope so"