(It has come to my attention that I have neglected a character, not Harry though I will put him in more. I, having never read the books, completely forgot Ginny Weasley. I don't know much about her, so cut me some slack while I try to get her in character. But I hear that she is friends with Hermione and should be in

Also, you guys should know that I deleted my two author's notes and that is why your computer might say you have already read these chapters.

I have been told that Ginny and Harry are a couple, but this is a Dramione story. So I want a vote. Yay or nay. Tell me in your review

One last thing, if you have any idea of characters who plays quidditch you want me to put in, let me know since I'm a delinquent and don't read the books.)

Chapter 25 Only Draco's Mudbloo

Ron left them to find Harry and talk to him when they reached the hospital wing. He hadn't been gone for five minutes when Draco made a declaration

"I am not going back into that room, Mione," he said stubbornly. "And no number of Death Eaters could make me."

She let out a sigh.

"I've spent a week in that place, unable to leave; there is no way I'm going back into that prison.

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and crossed their arms. They looked at Hermione, almost expecting to have to fight her for their master's wishes. But to all of their surprises, she agreed

"I can't blame you, Draco," she whispered, letting her hand slip down to touch his shoulder.

Draco closed his eyes and opened them slowly.

"Crabbe. Goyle. Go and tell our fellow housemates tonight I'll be sleeping Slytherin style. "

The two couldn't have looked happier as they took off down the hall, leaving Hermione and Draco alone. The hallway was empty so it left just them.

Hermione began to push the wheelchair after them, but Draco slammed the breaks on it.

"What are you— "

He grabbed her hand from his shoulder and she stopped mid-sentence. Her eyes fell to look at their hands touching. Draco slowly turned his head and caught her gaze.

"Mione," he whispered

Hermione nearly closed her eyes when she heard him call her that, but she could take the thought of dropping her eyes from the grey ones that held her captivated. Her heart felt like it was melting from ice to mere condensation.

Without letting go of her hand or eyes, Draco led her around to the front of the wheelchair, and before Hermione quite knew what she was doing, she found herself on his lap again. This time, however, it was not nearly as scary. With one last look into her face, she dropped her gaze and settled into his arms

Draco held her close and said nothing for a moment. He kept his arms around her, and dipped his face into the folds of her hair, breathing her scent. He memorized it like a security code to a most precious valuable.

He swallowed before speaking. "Mione," he began slowly. His voice was less confident then normal and almost slightly shaking.

Hermione tightened her grip on his automatically

He rested his chin on her head. "Mione, I've never been one to make apologizes. The words: I'm sorry, never really escaped my lips before. I—

Hermione's chocolate brown eyes opened slightly. A small expression of surprise lit up her face.

"Apologizing is like admitting you were wrong and they were right," Draco continued. He sighed. "That's not in my nature, Mione. It's just not, but—

Hermione pulled back to look at his face. Her eyes searched his questioningly and he let out a small nervous chuckle.

"But for you," he said firmly. "For you, I'll do it."

She caught her breath and searched his face

"I'm sorry," he whispered

Hermione melted into his embrace.

Ginny Weasley didn't really know what to do with the news that Draco Malfoy had woken up. Her brother didn't seem too confident about him, but Harry had insisted that Draco had changed.

She shrugged. He would know

Sitting by the quidditch field, watching him practice would have seemed like a waste of time to most girls, but for Ginny it was a nice break from the busy hallways. She could work on her homework there, feeling the pleasant breeze and look up just in time to see someone make a goal or watch Harry catch the Snitch

Practice was ending when a small shape bounded away from Hogwarts and headed towards them. As it drew nearer, Ginny recognized her brother, Ron

Harry joined her and she smiled at him

"Nice practice," she said quietly

"Thanks. "

Ron came up, gasping from his run. His eyes were excited and he tried to catch his breath and talk at the same time.

"Dra—quidditch Harry—we –

"Whoa. Ron take it easy," Harry told him. "Catch your breath. Then tell me.

Ron nodded and obeyed. When he could finally talk it all came out in a rush

"Draco woke up and he's already declared war with Hashim. They're going to kill each other, but the good news is they're going to do it in quidditch. They're going to play Bi-Quidditch, which is what they play in—wherever Hashim is from—and the teams are twice as big. There's not back ups… it's insane." Ron had to stop to take a breath .

Ginny and Harry just stared at him.

"Bi-Quidditch?" Harry asked

In less then twenty seconds, Ron outlined the differences between quidditch and bi-quidditch. The expressions on his listeners' faces were priceless.

"The best part is," Ron concluded. "Is Draco wants us on his team. Both of us, Harry. You and Me!

Ginny's eyebrows went nearly to the top of her forehead.

"Ron," Harry said calmly. "Those rules are insane. People could get very hurt. They could even die. It's suicide.

The red haired boy looked devastated. "Oh.

"It would be plain stupid to do it," Harry continued enfatically. "There's no fouls, no objections. It's would almost be like dualing in the air! Your parents would kill us.

Ron's eyebrows went up. "So it's out of the question, huh?

Ginny sighed and looked between Ron and Harry

"Absolutely," Harry insisted. He paused for less then a milasecond. "We are totally in."