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Chapter 14 - I'll shatter any moment that you're not right beside me...

For the fifth hour in a row, Blaise found himself seated in a horribly uncomfortable chair next to Ginny's bed in the hospital wing. Her body lay prone, resting serenely on crisp white sheets. She looked cold and lifeless, but Blaise knew that wasn't the case. She wasn't dead, the steady rise and fall of her chest was proof enough of that. But, Blaise didn't need proof. His soul knew. He could feel Ginny's soul, weak as it was. He had been mentally begging her to say something, anything, for the past few hours since he awoke from his own hospital bed. According to Draco, Madame Pomfrey had given Blaise several potions to induce a dreamless sleep. Draco had stayed, watching over his lovers until Blaise had woken in a panic. Since then, Blaise hadn't taken his eyes of the beautiful redhead. He held her hand lightly and continued to beg.

Please Ginny, we need you…

Hushed voices lingered in the corridor outside the Hospital Wing, the dim light of the torches creating a somber shadow over the hunched figures of Draco Malfoy and Minerva McGonagall.

"Mr. Malfoy, I understand your frustration. But, Madame Pomfrey assures me that she has done everything she can. It's up to Ginny to wake up now." The dour Headmistress stated in the same tone she would use to comment on the weather. Well it seemed that way to the frantic elemental. All the lightening in the world wouldn't help Ginny right now and Draco hated feeling helpless.

"There has to be something, a spell or potion that can wake her up! Headmistress, this is a school of magic! There has to be something!" Draco whispered harshly. He felt like ripping his hair out.

"Ginny is a strong witch, Draco. But, mind magic can be draining on even the strongest of individuals. Ginny needs time. She will wake when she's ready. Now all we can do is be patient." And with that, Headmistress McGonagall stepped primly down the corridor and out of sight. Draco sighed and turned back into the wing, rubbing his face with his hands. Looking up, he saw a sight that broke his heart. Tears ran down Blaise's face as he whispered sweetly to Ginny. Draco couldn't make out the words, but he could feel the intent through his connection to Blaise… Love.

Ginny didn't know how long she had been floating in deep darkness. It felt like infinity. It felt like no time at all. Blackness and nothingness smothered her. It was above her and below her. She felt no pain or fear. She felt nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Draco had fallen asleep. In the two days since he had brought Ginny and Blaise to the hospital wing, he had left the room only to go to the bathroom and speak to the Headmistress. He had hardly eaten, scarcely drunk. Attempts to get him to keep his strength up were harshly rejected. How could he think of sustaining his own strength when his soul mates were existing in such a state? One in a coma, one overwhelmed with guilt, and the last just an aching whole yet to be filled. If iron will could heal the body, Ginny would be awake and in his arms already. Draco hadn't felt so useless in his entire life.

He had patiently soothed Blaise's stricken comments of fault and blame. He had been strong while explaining the situation to Ginny's extremely large and angry Brother. For Gods sakes, the man tames dragons! When he is upset, not even the power to control the elements will help you. Lucky, Charlie's anger was directed towards Ginny's attacker and not Draco himself.

Her attacker. That was a whole different matter…

Ginny was so cold. Draco had finally climbed onto the bed beside her and held her gently against his body to warm her. The proximity, the feel of her against him, had finally slashed through his heart. He didn't know how long he had lain there crying, his tears dripping onto the crown of fiery hair beneath his chin. He knew Blaise had enlarged the bed at some point and crawled in with them both.

Finally, Draco had succumbed to sleep, his dreams plagued by crystal blue eyes framed in soft blonde lashes.

Ginny continued to float in the blackness. Sometimes, she felt a pull. But, by the time her brain had registered it, it was gone again. She knew there was more than one reason she should try and find her way out of the blackness. She knew they were really good reasons. She couldn't remember what they were. Nevertheless, she was looking for the pull now, waiting for it. She felt it eventually and willed herself to move towards it. The pull seemed to get stronger, and in the infinite nothingness, she thought for sure that meant she was moving closer to whatever she was searching for. She waited, hoping to see something, anything. Ginny knew she was getting close, she could distinctly feel herself moving now.

Suddenly, the pull had her in its grips. She was yanked forcefully into a swirling vortex. Tumbling uncontrollably, Ginny felt fear course through. And then, she was standing in a familiar torch lit cavern. Dread filled her soul as she took a good look at the inside of the Chamber of Secrets, a place she had hoped to never ever see again.

Hermione paced the living room of Charlie's flat for what felt like the hundredth time. She had never felt this way before. It was like Charlie had taken a huge chunk of her core with him when he left to check on Ginny. She felt empty and unsettled, and her worry over Ginny being hurt was just the cherry on top. Hermione had no idea why she was experiencing these horrible feelings. She knew she had developed a crush on the handsome Dragon Tamer. But, that didn't explain the aching in her soul when he vanished through the floo. She attempted to read a book, but it was a fruitless endeavor. It took her four hours to concentrate enough through her inexplicable unease to reach chapter two, "History of the Hungarian Horntail". By then, Hermione's eyes had drooped closed and she could no longer find the strength to fight her lethargy.

The sound of water dripping on stone did nothing to drown out the rushing in Ginny's ears. Pure terror filled her. This place, this chamber held such horrible memories for her. Her body trembled when she caught sight of the stonework face of Salizar Slytherin on the wall that had once produced a deadly basilisk. But Ginny, knew the great snake to be dead. Where was its rotting carcass? Curiously, Ginny glanced around at the chamber a little more. There were no signs that a great battle had taken place years before. The chamber looked exactly as it had the very first time she had entered. Exactly the same except for that big archway covered in flames, that is…

Ginny focused on the archway. She moved closer and felt the heat from the fire warm her skin. She realized suddenly that the pull she had felt while trapped in the nothingness hadn't gone away. She still felt an immense pull in her center, tugging her toward the burning arch. Fear filled her again. Not only was she alone in the most terrifying place she could ever imagine, but now she was being pulled bodily towards her death. Just great…

"Drake!"

His eyes shot open and Draco found himself staring at a very excited Blaise. It took a moment for him to realize that there could be only one thing that would make Blaise happy right now. Draco quickly glanced down at Ginny, only to find her still unmoving. Her pale skin seemed to almost glow in the faint light of the oil lamp on the bedside table. His heart clenched in disappointment and sadness. He wanted so badly for Ginny to wake. Draco looked up at Blaise who was still smiling like a loon.

"What is it Blaise?" Draco asked quietly.

"I can feel her, Drake." Blaise answered warmly. Draco's eyes grew wide at this news. He focused his energy on feeling for Ginny's soul and BAM, there she was stronger than before. How he hadn't realized it the second he woke, Draco had no idea. He could definitely feel his sweet girl lingering on the edge of his reach. Draco smiled for the first time in days.

The pull to the archway was intensifying. Ginny struggled to stay as far from it as she could. She had explored around the chamber, wandering down tunnels only to find herself facing the archway yet again. There seemed to be nowhere else to go. She could enter the archway and burn to death, or she could stay here resisting its pull indefinitely.

There was no other way out.

Ginny was frightened. Every time she tried to find a way out of this hell, she stopped concentrating on the pull. Once she re-focused her attention, she always found herself closer to it. It was becoming harder and harder to move away. Finally panicking, Ginny began shouting out for help.

"HELP!" She yelled, knowing nobody would hear her cries. "HELP ME PLEASE!"

"You have to help yourself, Ginevra." I familiar voice answered. Ginny looked around, startled, but found no one.

"Who are you? How do I get out of here?" Ginny begged the disembodied voice for help.

"You know the way out, Ginevra. Trust yourself." The voice answered again, sounding somewhat cavalier about the situation as a whole. Ginny felt tears stream down her face as she fell to pieces. The pull was growing stronger and Ginny was growing weaker. The archway loomed ever closer. Ginny begged again between sobs.

"Please! Please help me! I don't want to burn!" She cried.

"Ginevra, trust your magic. What does it tell you?" The soft voice urged again. Ginny took a deep breath and tried to feel for her magical aura. She searched until she felt an overwhelming sense of calm. Her magic was unconcerned about the deadly flames drawing so close. The fire..

FIRE! Of course!

In her panic, Ginny had completely forgotten her ability to control and manipulate fire. Ginny looked up at the dancing orange flames. She reached a hand out, testing the heat. Fear still lingered in her heart. Ginny knew this was the only way out. But how could she be sure that these flames wouldn't envelope her. She tried to manipulate the fire but nothing happened. Probably why the Headmistress wanted them to take lessons… she thought offhandedly.

"You have to trust yourself, Ginevra. It's the only way…" The voice spoke, and somehow Ginny knew it would be the last time. Ginny sighed and thought of her soulmates, of Draco and Blaise. They needed her, she was hurting them by staying here. And what about her other soulmate, her other half? She was still out there somewhere. With her true loves in mind, Ginevra Molly Weasley took a deep breath and stepped into the flames.

Charlie stepped out of the floo and aggressively shook the soot out of his short hair, much like a dog does after an unwanted bath. He wiped his hands on his khaki cargo shorts, readying himself to search the small home for Hermione when he found her resting before him. He took three large steps forward and gazed longingly at her small form as she slept. Curled up on the couch facing the fireplace, Hermione was dozing peacefully. It seemed as if she had passed out while reading one of Charlie's many books about Dragons. His sweet girl looked so beautiful.

Hermione felt a rough hand brush her cheek and she sighed happily. She allowed her eyes to flutter open and smiled widely as she pushed herself up to hug the man in front of her.

"Charlie!" Hermione exclaimed with a giggle. He held her tightly to his chest and it felt like she could breathe deeply again for the first time in hours. She buried her face in Charlie's shoulder and instantly Hermione felt every ounce of anxiety in her body seep away. Waiting for Charlie to return had been complete torture and she was glad to have him near again.

She leaned back with her arms still locked tightly around his broad shoulders. Wide brown eyes locked with sensual blue. Hermione tried to ignore the voice in her head begging her to lean in and press her lips against the delicious pair mere inches from hers.

"Charlie… why do I feel this way?" Hermione whispered, still staring into his deep blue eyes.

"What way? What are you feeling, Mia?" Charlie's voice caressed the words like they were forbidden. Hermione shivered in his arms, letting her eyes close for a moment. When she opened them again, the heat burning in Charlie's crystal depths was unmistakable.

"I feel like I'll shatter any moment that you're not right beside me. I feel like I am discovering you for the first time and still recognizing every part of you like I know each piece better than I know myself. I feel like a single look from you will set me on fire." By the end she was whispering again. A deep growl rumbled in Charlie's chest as he leaned forward and pressed his rough lips to her soft ones. His entire being hummed in excitement and Charlie almost leapt out of his skin at the soft sound of her moan. As the dragon tamer kissed his little mate for the first time, he promised himself he would tell her everything, tonight.

This chapter has been edited and revised. If you notice any grammar/spelling mistakes or plot inconsistencies, please PM me and let me know so that I may address them. Thanks! (09/08/2014)