It took Ginny five days to regain consciousness after her disastrous Quiddtich injury. Many were calling it an act of Dark Magic, including the Daily Prophet who now dedicated a half a page daily to keep its readers up to date on Ginny and Draco's relationship. For six consecutive days, the front page of the Daily Prophet had been a picture of Draco, either running towards Ginny during the match or walking into St. Mungo's. "It's as if they have nothing better to talk about." Ginny moaned, glancing at the morning's paper. "I bet they'd burst into my room to snap a picture if they had the change."

"Good thing your brother is an Auror then," Draco offered, seeing the shape of Ron's head through the shut blinds. "He can keep the reporters away."

The room had been darkened so that it would not strain Ginny's eyes. The healers were able to recover most of her speech, but at times she struggled to find the right words. Her eyesight had also gone poor since she tried to read a news article, but could not finish it.

Her room had quickly filled with flowers and well wishes from people around the world. Even Draco's parents sent a small arrangement for her. "Does it bother you?" Ginny asked quietly, "that we can't seem to get a break from them?"

"I try not to think about it," Draco said while he tripped over a pair of sunflowers sent from Puddlemore United.

"So it does bother you."

"Only a little."

"Because…"

"Because they imply that we aren't capable of having true feelings for each other. They think that it's to get revenge or because we want to populate like pygmy puffs."

"Populate like pygmy puffs?" Ginny grinned, trying to cover her laugh, "I don't think I've heard that one before."

"You know what I mean," Draco muttered. He watched as Ginny tilted her bandaged head back onto her pillow and she winced. She gave him a light smile, reassuring him that she was fine, but he was not fooled. "What if you stayed with me?"

Ginny looked at him with concern, "I don't think that's a…"

"Think about it Ginny. I am able to work from home, so I could take care of you. I can bring you soup, chocolate frogs, anything you want!" Draco added earnestly.

"I'm not going to let you help me into the bath." Ginny said flatly, "and your mum won't be helping me in either. Besides, I don't want to put that on you and my mum would never allow that. Not to mention Ron would turn absolutely monstrous if he found out that you might come near me."

"He can get over it," Draco hissed, "It's not like I'm groping you every second, I'm helping you get from room to room. I'm just making sure your head doesn't crack open again. If he can't handle that then he shouldn't be allowed to be called an adult."

Ginny hadn't seen this side of Draco since they had started dating. She had known that he had a dark past, but she had assumed he left it behind. "No one thinks that you have bad intentions," Ginny said reassuringly at him, reaching for his hand. "I just think that after all this happened that my mum will insist on having me at home."

He sat silently for a while, feeling how soft Ginny's hand was. "Then I want to take a shift." He said, "so that your mum can have a break or two for herself. I could watch you during the day or something at your house."

Ginny gave this a bit of thought and smiled. "You'll have to fight mum on that one, but I might wear her out so much that she'll have to let you come."

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Ginny spent another four days at St. Mungo's until she was released. Mrs. Weasley, Draco, Ron, George, and an exceptionally tall Auror had all come to bring her back to the Burrow. Mr. Weasley and the Aurors had arranged for a private car to bring them to the Burrow safely, since Ginny was not well enough to apparate or use the floo network.

Mrs. Weasley was going over the plan while the tall Auror kept watch over the door. "Now, I'll be in the front, politely pushing everyone out of the way. Ron and Draco will be on either side of Ginny and George." Mrs. Weasley saw a note of indigence come over Ron's face, but silenced it quickly. "Mr. umm…. Well, he'll be in the back."

"I don't see why I can't be the one to carry Ginny to the car." Ron muttered under his breath.

"We have gone over this Ronald," Mrs. Weasley snapped. "You and Draco are too tall and would be better used as side guards." Draco had the strong urge to say something to Ron, but he bit his lip to keep from speaking.

"I can walk just fine mum," Ginny piped up.

"I know you can dear, but it is just a safety precaution." Draco understood why Mrs. Weasley had suggested that Ginny be carried. Ginny could not walk as fast as she could before the accident and was much more likely to fall. Mrs. Weasley however did not have the heart to tell her own daughter the truth. It was too much of a risk to take when reporters were outside.

Mrs. Weasley rushed them all outside so that Ginny could change into her muggle clothes. Draco was thankful for George because he was able to keep the attention off of him and tried to reduce the tense encounters. Mrs. Weasley called them all in once Ginny had dressed and told them to assume their positions. Draco let Ron choose which side he wanted first, before residing on Ginny's right side.

She had put sunglasses on as an attempt to block out the light from outside, but it was a dark August night, so Draco and the Weasley boys were confused by this gesture. Mrs. Weasley had also placed a muffling charm on her ears to block out excess noise. Mrs. Weasley led out the door and ensured that her sons followed suit. Ginny was cradled tightly to George, who held her close to him. Her hands had wrapped around his neck similar to how she had wrapped her arms around Draco's. He tried not to think about it, but felt a tingle on his neck.

Walking into the lobby was absolute chaos. Photographers swarmed them as Mrs. Weasley pushed through. Draco heard shouts of questions aimed at Ginny and toward her family.

"How do you feel Ginny?"

"Heard from Potter yet?"

"Have your family got on well with the Malfoy's yet?"

"How will this change your career in Quidditch?"

"Has it been confirmed that Dark Magic was used on the bludgers that attacked you?"

"What will this mean for your intimate life with Draco Malfoy? Will he be on top then?"

Something in Draco had snapped at the last comment. He grabbed the tall wizard's cloak and bent him down to his level. "Leave her alone." Draco hissed in an uncharacteristically low tone, then letting go when he felt more cameras flashing. He returned to George's side as they were almost out the door. Once they reached outside, Molly rushed them into the car and George set Ginny in-between himself and Draco. In the middle of the madness, Ginny had fallen asleep in George's arms. Mrs. Weasley gave a small smile and said, "She must've felt safe with you George."

George's eyes however remained on his baby sister. She slouched in the chair and leaned her head on Draco. He could feel Ron's eyes staring at him from the front seat, but he did not care to look at them. She curled her legs up onto her brother's lap and rest her head in Draco's lap. He could not help, but feel pity toward her. She hadn't done anything to deserve this, but now had a long road to recovery. The rest of the ride from London to Devon was silent, so Ginny could remain asleep. Draco worried about every bump in the road, but none of them woke Ginny. She curled deeper into his lap and put her left hand near his knee.

Once at the Burrow, to his surprise there were no reporters in sight. As if to recognize the look on his face, George mouthed, "enchantments". The Weasleys really had thought of everything. The charm lifted on Ginny's ears as she began to wake up. "Did I miss anything?" She mumbled, not moving from Draco's lap.

There was a stiffened silence as the Weasleys shared in Draco's wish for the reporters to leave her alone. "Not much." Said George briskly.

Getting out of the car, Ginny walked alongside Draco and George with an arm around each. Mrs. Weasley and Ron had gone on inside to prepare a late supper, but not by Ron's own wishes. Ginny had not realized how much energy it had taken for her to get from one place to another. Once inside the Burrow, Ginny saw the staircase and let out a quiet groan.

"Why don't you take her up Draco?" George offered, not looking at Ron, "I'll help out in the kitchen while you bring her up."

Draco caught a glare from Ron, but ignored it. He nodded toward George and took Ginny in his arms. She tucked her head into his chest as he led her up the stairs. "Thankfully it's only one flight to my room," Ginny said jokingly, "if I lived in the attic, you'd be sweating."

"I wouldn't mind" Draco offered, opening the door to her room. He was careful to fit her through the doorway and managed to get through without causing any harm. Ginny's head still remained on his chest and did not leave it until he laid her on her bed. She took off her sunglasses and looked at him with her bright brown eyes.

"Thank you, for all of this. You really didn't have to." Ginny patted lightly on her bed, offering Draco to sit. "I really appreciate it Draco." She leaned forward toward him, but he gently pushed her back into her upright pillow.

"Don't overexert yourself" Draco said easily, "Your mum would have my head."

"Then you lean in to me." Ginny said, a small smile on her lips.

Draco leaned in toward her and placed his lips on hers. He had forgotten how wonderful it had felt to be so close to her. He wanted nothing more than to take her on her bed, but he knew it wouldn't be right. Ginny pulled his body closer into hers and let out a small breath of air. His urges came back, but he fought them off violently in his head. Taking her hand and stroking it through his hair made Draco tingle from his toes to the top of his head. The fight continued on in his mind, but knew that there was no way he was going to do that with Ginny tonight. She was too weak and too fragile for any activity like that.

Ginny stopped and gently pushed Draco's chest back. He could feel his heart racing as he stared at Ginny and could not help himself. He felt Ginny's hand on his heart and knew that she could feel his heart racing too. "We can't." She breathed heavily, not looking into his eyes.

"I know" he exhaled, sitting upright.

They sat in a calm silence. Both breathed heavily, each one watching the other. Ginny reached over to smooth Draco's hair and rest her hand on his. It was another minute before either one of them spoke. "If you weren't… would we have…?"

"Possibly" Ginny said quietly, "but it wouldn't have been right."

They heard footsteps coming up the steps and Ginny threw her hand off of Draco's and set it to her side. Barging in with a tray of food was Ron, followed by Mrs. Weasley and George. "Your father should be home soon dear, but we thought we'd all have dinner up here tonight."

Finishing off their plates, Molly cleared them all and rushed them downstairs. She came back up a moment later saying, "boys, Ginny has had a long day and needs her rest. Why don't you all help me set up the rest of the house?"

George, Ron, and Draco all left Ginny's room, each exchanging a different glance with her. Ron's was a subdued goodnight, while George gave her a wink, Draco was last out the door and wished her a good night's sleep. Walking down the stairs, Draco saw Mrs. Weasley's dishes washing themselves while she stared at her family clock. Mrs. Weasley had made conversation that Mr. Weasley had received a promotion and had hoped that meant he could spend more time with his family.

"You boys clean up the living room while I go bring Ginny a warm tea." Mrs. Weasley rushed up the stairs with a teapot and a cup flying behind her outstretched wand.

"Does she always make tea when someone's injured?" Draco asked, remembering when he had been injured Mrs. Weasley had insisted on making him tea.

"It's more whenever we're feeling down or sick," George offered, "After Fred died she wouldn't stop making tea so much that Dad had to hide the kettle." He had made the words seem conversational, but Draco could tell it was still a sore subject on George's heart. George laughed, and Draco joined in until he saw a moody expression from Ron then stopped.

Mr. Weasley's face on the clock turned from "work" to "travelling". Within an instant, Mr. Weasley's real face popped through the front door. "Hello family!" he exclaimed, "Nice to see you Mr. Malfoy!" His unusually cheery expression took Draco off-guard. Mrs. Weasley hurried down the stairs and muttered, "Arthur, Ginny is asleep."

Mr. Weasley closed his mouth and set down his briefcase. "As should all of you, it's nearly midnight." He said in hushed tones.

"The boys were helping me clear out the living room for Ginny so she isn't likely to trip on anything." Mrs. Weasley announced, displaying the little work the boys had done so far.

"They can do that in the morning. It's been a rough day for all of us Molly." Draco started looking for his coat when Mr. Weasley said, "Draco, you can sleep in Bill and Charlie's old room on the third floor."

"Thank you Mr. Weasley, but-"

"Nonsense, you'll stay here for the night. It is much too dangerous for you to be going home alone at this time of night." Mr. Weasley said sternly, catching Ron's glare.

"Off to bed, all of you." Ushered Mrs. Weasley, almost shoving them up the stairs.

Draco climbed up the stairs and noticed that George got off on the second landing, Draco found the room he was supposed to be in on the third floor, while Ron pushed his way past going up the stairs even further. He opened the door to find old Quidditch uniforms and old posters that had to be at least 10 years old. Finally realizing how exhausted he was, Draco took off his shoes and crawled into the bed nearest him.

0o0o0o0o0o0

Draco awoke to several loud noises coming from above and below his room. He heard a thud from above and an owl screeching downstairs. Never in his life had he been in a house with more than three people, so it was an adjustment staying at the Burrow. Draco heard footsteps running down the stairs hearing Ron shout, "PIG!"

Not realizing that the Weasleys also owned a pig, he sat up on the edge of the bed. A light tapping came on his window as he saw an owl with the Daily Prophet. He opened the window and gave the owl a coin. The owl flew away and soared in the air. Draco felt his stomach churn as he saw the front page. It was a picture of him from last night grabbing the reporter's shirt. "Slick git" he mumbled, his eyes darting toward the headline. "Leave her alone!" Draco Malfoy attacks reporter to defend his lover Ginny Weasley's honour as they leave St. Mungo's Hospital. "Oh Merlin" Draco spoke aloud, flipping to find the rest of the story.

It has now been confirmed that Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley are officially together. He was seen with her family as they took her home after a terrible Quidditch accident on Friday the 13th. When provoked, Malfoy reacted physically by taking a reporter by the shirt and snarling in his face to "Leave her alone". None of the Weasleys have commented about the relationship between Ginny and Malfoy, but Luna Lovegood gave a comment last Saturday. "I really think she enjoys him. She doesn't stop smiling when she talks about him." Lovegood did not comment on the state of Miss Weasley's health, but she is sure to not finish the rest of the season with the Holyhead Harpies this year. She was carried out of the hospital by her brother George Weasley, who is still recovering from the turmoil of his twin brother Fred's death during the Battle of Hogwarts. Mr. Weasley was approached at work several times, but would not answer any questions regarding his daughter or Mr. Malfoy. Narcissa Malfoy gave a comment this Thursday saying that she is delighted that Draco and Ginevra are together. Lucius stood stoically by her side and said nothing. "We would love to welcome Ginevra into our family if Draco chose to propose to her. She's a lovely young witch. Very bright, very promising future."

Draco slammed the paper down and refused to read the rest of it. When he returned home to the manor, he would have a long word with his mother.