Stolen Memories

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A/N – This chapter will be Draco's POV only. Please tell me what you think!

Chapter 9

Late night walks around the castle. I hate late night walks around the castle. They always make me think, usually about things I'm trying to ignore. Blaise would say that it's good to get out and clear your head, but that's the problem, these walks don't clear my head. At all.

They start out fine, just wandering through the corridors, thinking about mindless mundane things. But then, my mind will go to deeper places, leaving me with confusing thoughts about... no... not even going to mention it, if I mention it then I'll think about it...

I wasn't even paying attention to where I was going until I heard a faint noise, whipping my head around I saw nothing but I noticed I was in the main part of the castle. Right by the spiral staircase, I couldn't even remember leaving the dungeons.

Normally I stick to the dungeons when I take these little late night walks, but lately I've found myself walking around the main castle because... no... stop... sighing I leaned against the wall by the oak doors, I can't think of this now. I can't think of this ever. There was a creak coming from somewhere behind me, I didn't bother to turn my head, Snape would cover for me if Filch or anyone else caught me, and even if he didn't, a night in detention wouldn't kill me.

Another creak, someone was definitely coming up behind me, I didn't turn, whoever it was could see me, they'd know I was there, if it was a professor they'd say something, if it was a student they'd either walk by or say something, I didn't need to turn. another creak... this time I could hear bare feet on the stone floor, faint breathing, whoever it was they were close... close enough to see me, they had to be looking straight at me, why didn't I have that prickling feeling on the back of my neck then? The footsteps were coming closer, the breathing was beginning to get louder and more rapid... who was behind me?

My body tensed and I pulled out my wand, there was something about the slow pace the person was walking, the way they were breathing, the way they hadn't uttered a word. It was creepy. Slowly I turned, wand raised, with a curse on my lips.

"Weasley?" It was the Weaselette; she was walking around in a sleeveless nightgown that showed off her freckled shoulders. The oddest thing about that was that it also showed her cuts on her arms and legs; wouldn't she want to keep those hidden? She seemed to be looking off into the distance but not seeing anything.

The littlest Weasley had this paranoid look on her face that I couldn't place, realizing my defensive stance probably scared her I lowered my wand and took a step forward. She still looked frightened. "What are you doing up?" I asked looking into her eyes.

She didn't say anything, instead she took a few more steps closer, but she wasn't coming towards me, she seemed to be headed for the doors.

"What are you doing?" Then it hit me, the slow pace, the far off look, the silence... the Weaselette was sleepwalking.

Should I wake her? Were you supposed to walk people that walked in their sleep? Or would that just make things worse? Weasley had both hands on the door, still supporting that paranoid expression. She seemed to be having a nightmare.

"Weasley?" I said slowly, maybe I could wake her without frightening her.

She didn't respond, instead she pushed on the door and, after it was open, she turned to face me. Or at least it looked like she was facing me, her back was to the grounds and she was looking around the castle. The wind blew; there was a heavy storm outside, it caused my skin to prickle with the cold. I was fully dressed, Weasley had a nightgown and no shoes on, she must be freezing. A small smile came to her lips before she turned and walked outside.

I didn't know what to do, I couldn't let her walk around the grounds this late in the middle of a thunderstorm, but if I tried to wake her things might get bad... I stood there for a moment, trying to decide, there wasn't much time, the grounds were huge and there was no way to tell which direction she took. Blaise would be worried if he knew, and he should know I suppose, but there wasn't time to run back to the dungeons to get him.

I groaned and ran my hand through my hair. I hate late night walks. Without another thought I walked to the doorway and looked out. For someone who was walking so slowly before the Weasel had made it quite far. She was near the forest already; if it hadn't been for the flash of lightning and her bright red hair I wouldn't have seen her.

There wasn't any time to waste, I ran out into the middle of the storm. The rain was coming down hard and the ground was frozen from the light dusting of snow we had gotten earlier. I couldn't see exactly where the Weaselette had gotten to because of the rain, but I ran in the general direction of the forest.

"Weasley?!" I called stopping for a brief moment. My wet hair was sticking to my face, quickly flicking it out of my eyes I squinted through the rain. Then I saw her.

She was standing at the edge of the forest, just looking into it, not moving... I hoped she stayed there, I didn't like the forest, never had, and I didn't feel like chasing the red head through it. I started running again; maybe I could catch her before she went into the forest.

Ten feet away... eight feet... six feet... she took a step closer to the forest. Damn.

"Weasley!" No response.

"Ginny!" She seemed to freeze for a moment.

Three feet... she took a step into the forest. I picked up speed, the muscles in my calves protested and burned but I didn't care. She was less than a foot away, reaching out I caught her around the middle just as she went to take another step.

I didn't know what I expected; maybe she'd wake up, go limp in my arms, or still try to run... I didn't know, but I know I didn't expect her to let out a blood curdling scream and kick and flail. She kicked me in the leg, punched at my chest, slapped at my arms, and even pulled my hair. What was this girl dreaming about?

I nearly dropped her, but the more she kicked and thrashed the tighter I held on. I had to get her into the castle, to Blaise.

"Ginny relax." I was going to add that it was only me, but somehow I doubted that would help her relax if she was having a nightmare. Her movements stopped; looking down at her face I noticed her eyes were open.

"Ginny?" She blinked, maybe she was waking up. Her eyes half opened again, good, I wouldn't have to carry her. And then she went limp in my arms.

"What the-" My knees began to buckle under her dead weight, I shifted, picking her up bridal style and turning her face into my chest so she wouldn't get water up her nose.

After I was sure I had a good hold on her I made my way back towards the castle. It was going to be a long slow walk to the dungeons.

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"Blaise?" I walked into the common room and gently placed the red head on the couch. Blaise wasn't in here. Figures. The one night he can actually drag his arse up to his own bed is the night I am relying on him to be passed out in the common room.

Grabbing a blanket I tossed it over the Weasley's wet, sleeping form before running up the stairs to Blaise's private room.

"Blaise!" I called as I opened the door not bothering to knock.

Blaise sat up when he heard the door slam against the wall. "What is it Draco?" He asked looking around.

"It's the Weaselette." I said out of breath standing in the doorway.

Blaise's eyes snapped open. "She's here again?"

"Yeah, she's in the common room." I decided not to tell him about the sleepwalking, not yet anyway.

"She can come up here." Blaise gave me a curious look.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not your house elf." I snapped. "And even if I was, you're going to want to see her down there..."

"What are you... never mind." Blaise shook his head and hopped off the bed.

I walked back into the common room before Blaise even left his. Weasley was still sleeping, she hadn't seemed to have move. She was still soaking wet though, pulling out my wand I preformed a few drying spells, her arms, legs, torso...

"What are you doing?" I was just about to dry her hair when Blaise came in.

"Drying her." I said simply finishing the spell.

"Why does she need to be dry?" He sounded accusing, I knew he wasn't, he was just worried, but he still made it sound like he thought I did this.

"Because she was out in the thunderstorm."

"What?" Blaise's eyes snapped to mine.

I sighed. "Let's get her into your room, it's warmer, and I'll tell you everything."

Blaise nodded and picked up the red head, carrying her the same way I had earlier. He didn't utter a word as he walked her up the steps and into his private bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed and covered her with the thick comforter.

"Okay, so what happened?" He asked after making sure the red head was sleeping peacefully.

I sighed. It was far too early to be discussing this now. Without saying a word I walked to the end of the bed and sat at the Weaselette's feet. Normally I wouldn't sit anywhere near her if I could avoid it, because I didn't want to wake her and... she's a Weasley, but my legs were killing me and I couldn't stand any longer.

"Okay so I was walking around the castle again and I ended up by the oak doors..."

"I thought you always stayed in the dungeons... less chance of getting caught." Blaise interrupted.

"I normally do. Lately I've found myself going up to the main part of the castle. I guess the dungeons got boring." I shrugged. "Now do you want to discuss the patterns of my late night walks or can I continue?"

"I'd like to yes, but later." Blaise smirked.

I rolled my eyes, whatever. "So as I said, I was at the oak doors, and I heard someone come up behind me, I didn't move or look back, whoever it was didn't say anything so I doubted it was a teacher. But then, they kept coming closer, I could feel that they were close enough to see me but they still didn't say a word, it was weird. They were so quiet, except for their breathing, they were breathing so rapidly. So I turned around with my wand out ready to hex whoever was trying to sneak up on me." I paused and looked at the sleeping red head wondering what she could have possibly been dreaming about...

"That's when I saw that it was the Weaselette." I jerked my head in her direction on the bed. Blaise frowned at the name I chose but I didn't care. "She looked horrified."

"Of course she did, she finds you late at night in a part of the castle you normally don't go to with your wand raised. You probably scared her." Blaise said.

"No, even after I lowered my wand, she stood there saying nothing but looking so terrified."

"What? That doesn't make any-"

"She was sleepwalking Blaise." I sighed; honestly, I figured Blaise would have guessed that by now.

"Oh." Blaise looked thoughtful for a moment. "So you found her sleepwalking and decided to bring her to the dungeons?" Blaise gave me a curious look.

"Well... no, that's where it gets weird..." I paused. "Weirder." I corrected.

Blaise leaned closer to show he was listening.

"She went to the doors, and outside." I paused again; you could still hear the storm faintly, even in the dungeons. "It's really bad out there." I added.

"She went out in the storm?"

"Yeah, I stood there thinking if I should go after her, I don't think you're supposed to try and wake people when they're sleepwalking."

"You're not." Blaise confirmed.

"I did go after her though... obviously. She had no shoes or anything, she would have froze."

Blaise nodded.

"By the time I caught up with her she had taken a step into the forbidden forest." I shuddered. I hate that forest. "I didn't feel like following her around all night to make sure she didn't get killed so I grabbed her." I paused and looked at the red head again. Something was going on with her.

"She screamed." I said without looking at Blaise.

"Of course she screamed! Someone grabbed her all of a sudden."

"No, she screamed as if... I don't know... like I was dragging her to hell." I looked Blaise in the eyes, he seemed confused. "She kicked and punched, even pulled my hair."

Blaise snorted. I chose to ignore it.

"Then she opened her eyes, she looked confused, when she blinked she had that same horrified look back, after that she passed out." I finished.

"I thought you said she was sleepwalking?"

"She was, that's what I don't understand. It's like she woke up, but not enough to realize what was going on and then she fell back asleep... into a deeper sleep."

"So you brought her here." Blaise said after a moment of confused silence.

"Yeah, what else was I supposed to do? Leave her in the rain?" I snapped. "Malfoy's aren't that bad."

"I know, I just never thought you'd carry a Weasley to the Slytherin common room because you found her outside sleepwalking." Blaise smirked.

"Well it's not like I planned it, and I don't feel like making a habit out of it either."

"Okay, so what does all this mean?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked even though I had a pretty good idea.

"The potion and now sleepwalking."

"If she was sleepwalking then she didn't take the potion." I said mentally adding things to the list. Like the terrified looks, the lack of sleep, the cutting, and the fainting.

"True..." Blaise said slowly.

I opened my mouth to say something but at that moment the bed started to move. The Weaselette was waking up. I stood reluctantly, after having a nightmare so vivid I doubted she wanted to wake up with someone sitting on her bed.

"Where am I?" Her eyes snapped open. She seemed panicked.

I made to move closer, to tell her what happened, but Blaise got there first.

"In my room, Ginny are you alright?" Blaise asked. I leaned against the bed post.

"Yeah..."

"Do you know what happened?"

She shook her head. Blaise looked over at me, I nodded a bit, it's not like we couldn't tell her that she was sleepwalking.

"You were sleepwalking, Draco found you outside by the forest." Her eyes snapped up to mine. I didn't speak, I couldn't think of anything to say.

"He said you looked terrified. What were you dreaming about?" She finally looked back at Blaise. Slowly she sat up, looking between us she sighed.

"I don't remember." I didn't know how much I believed that statement.

Blaise pursed his lips. He didn't seem to believe it either.

"You're wet." She said suddenly looking at me. I didn't even notice.

"It was raining."

"Oh."

It was silent for a while. Very silent. Very silent and uncomfortable. Blaise was looking at Weasley, Weasley was looking around the room, and I was looking at both of them.

"Is it alright if I take a shower?" Her small voice broke through the thick silence that had settled around us.

"Yeah." Blaise nodded.

Weasley smiled and got off the bed lightly. Hugging her arms to her body she walked into the attached bathroom.

"Do you believe her?" Blaise asked me.

I sighed and sat on the bed once more. "I don't know. Not really." I said truthfully pulling out my wand and drying myself. "What do you think it's all about?"

"I don't know. She's not giving any answers."

I nodded. "You think it's all connected though right?" I asked wondering if Blaise had come to the same conclusion I had.

"What? You mean the potion and the cutting?"

"Yeah, and the lack of sleep... the fainting." I decided to leave out the looks, so far I hadn't seen her give anyone but me that look... I doubted that was a good thing.

"It's probably connected. I just can't see how." Blaise sighed.

It was weird to see him so unsure like this; Blaise always seemed to know everything about everyone. He was usually right too... but now... Weasley had him just as curious and confused as I was. It was refreshing to see; Blaise was stumped, just like the rest of us.

Blaise looked at me expectantly. "I don't know." I admitted.

"Why do you care though?"

"I don't. I'm curious I'll admit that. But I don't care about the Weaselette." I snapped.

"You seem to care." Blaise smirked.

"I don't. Curious as I said. Intrigued even. But I don't care."

"Uh huh." Blaise smiled.

I rolled my eyes. I could tell he wanted more answers. But I couldn't give him any. I didn't know why the Weasley bint had me so curious, I don't know why I followed her outside tonight, saved her from hypothermia and took her back here. I couldn't leave her out there, which was true. But I didn't have to take her to Blaise... yes I did. He would have been furious if he found out I had just left her in some part of the castle.

"You know-"

Blaise never got to finish that thought though. At that moment we heard a scream coming from Blaise's bathroom. It was the same blood curdling scream I had heard earlier. And to say that it didn't give me goose bumps or raise the hairs on the back of my neck would have been a lie. Blaise and I looked at each other and jumped up, both of us having the same thought; what could have happened now?

Blaise opened the door to the bathroom and carefully stepped in, I followed even though I didn't feel like seeing the Weaselette in her knickers or naked. Thankfully I didn't have to though... but the sight that met my eyes was still disturbing.

Ginny Weasley was lying on the floor of Blaise's bathroom with the shower curtain wrapped around her thin naked body. That would have been bad enough, but then I saw the blood. Her arms were covered, there seemed to be a cut on her head, probably from the fall, and her legs were bleeding as well. The shower head was still running, washing away the blood from the shower floor as quickly as it flowed from her frail body. I could feel the disgusted look on my face, and see the horrified one on Blaise's. Ginny however looked so serene.

What have you done to yourself?

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A/N; There it is! The chapter from Draco's POV, hope you all liked it! I doubt I will be doing an entire chapter from someone else's POV other than Ginny's... but you never know. Thank you all who reviewed! There were so many of you, and sorry but I don't have the time to list you all here, but thank you all so much!Remember, it's your reviews that determine when I get the next chapter out. So review!