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Now, this chapter is a bit shorter than usual but when you read it you will realize how come. It was hard to write this as it was and I couldn't stretch my brain to get it any longer. My brain is fried like… grandmas fried chicken! Anyway…

To those who haven't already done so, I have started a new Draco/Ginny story called "My Own Path" that I would love for all of you to check out! I would love your take on it. It's only two chapters so far so it won't take long to read and review.

I hope that as you read this chapter you enjoy it. And I hope it lives up to what I'm sure many of you had hoped. So I'm going to stop jabbering now… WAIT! One last thing before I let you read on. I WAS ACCEPTED TO OUB!!! That's Oklahoma Baptist University for those of you who didn't know that, which is probably most of you. Ok… now you may read on.

Without further ado:

Chapter 27

Ginny POV

It was late as I sat in bed reading a new book that the house elf has so thoughtfully brought me when I pointed out that I needed some new reading materials. It was a long romance novel and I was completely engrossed in it. While I was reading, it was like I was transported to another world. For those few moments I could forget about my loneliness and just read with Amour curled up in my lap. I was brought out of my book when Amour hopped from my lap. I smiled at her as she yawned and stretched before jumping onto the window seat. She seemed to like sleeping near the cool window.

I just watched her lay down, closing her eyes as she fell back to sleep, before going back to my book. I swear that kitten could sleep through anything. Not even the time I had dropped my new book on my toes and started jumping around screaming like a banshee did she wake. She was defiantly my kind of cat. She didn't mind when I picked her up and moved her to the bed during the night when I got lonely. Or maybe she just didn't wake up. Either way she slept next to me nearly every night since I got her.

As I read, my surroundings seemed to fad away as I drifted into the world of my book. I wasn't sure how long I sat there reading, loosing all track of time. Sometimes I would start reading before bed and the next thing I knew it would be three in the morning. It was the sign of a good book. I wasn't sure how long I had been reading before I heard a loud thump in the main room and a crash that sounded like breaking glass. I froze.

I silently put my book down, glancing over at the still sleeping kitten before slipping out from under the warm covers. As my bare feet touched the floor I listened carefully for any movement in the next room. I couldn't make out any but I quietly walked towards the door, my hand gripping my wand that had moments before been on the bedside table. I switched of the bedside lamp as I went, hoping the darkness would hide me as I slowly opened the bedroom door a crack.

Nothing could have prepared me for what await my eyes. There on the floor in front of the fireplace, clothes cover in blood, was Draco. He wasn't moving, barely breathing, and surrounded by glass from the shattered vase that had once been on the mantel. My mind was numb with panic as I ran to his side, dropping down to the floor by his still body.

"Draco!" I cried as I saw the bloody gashes visible on his neck and the burses that covered his face along with so much blood that seeped from his clothes.. I was afraid to touch him for fear of his injuries but it took me less than a second to realize he needed help. "Draco," I cried out again in a vain attempt to get him to open his eyes, assure me that he was still alive.

But no such assurance came as he lay there in a bloody, mangled heap on the floor. I didn't have time to think as I levitated his to the sofa and gently took his robe off. Under it was a plain black t-shirt and some black pants. The shirt was covered in blood and there were rips all around it, showing bloody gashes marring his pale white skin. I swallowed hard to keep from crying as I gently too his shirt off.

The damage was bad and his once pale skin was even more sickly white from loosing to much blood. Some of the wound had stopped bleeding, leading me wonder how long ago he had been hurt. I didn't have much time to think after that as I raced around the dormitory trying to collect all the things I would need to help him. There were many medical ointments and potions in the bathroom that would be invaluable.

I let my mind settle into the familiar task of healing as I worked over his bloody body. When I was back home I would always help Mum heal the others when there were minor things wrong. But those were times before the war had broke out again. More recently I had been assisting my mother in treating those wounded in battle with the Death Eaters. None of the hurt fighters I had ever treated, or seen Mum treat, had been as grievously wounded as Draco. I had never had to heal anything this extensive.

As I worked on cleaning his wounds and, using the simple healing spells I knew, healed the gashes on his chest and neck to mere scars, I prayed that he would have nothing wrong that I couldn't heal. I knew the best thing would be to take him to Madame Pomfrey but that was impossible. I couldn't let anyone know where I was and that Draco had been hiding me. Some would think that I was being selfish, but I knew if Draco were awake he wouldn't have late me go to Pomfrey.

After a solid hour of working on healing him, I was finally finished with what I considered the worst. But he seemed no better, if anything he was getting worse. I became more and more worried as I noticed the blood that seemed to seep from under him, staining the dark green sofa. I gently turned him over and nearly fainted at what I saw. The other wounds I had healed were nothing compared to what awaited me on his back. No only where there bright red whelps, but also many open gashes and a long gash running from his right shoulder to his left hip. I fought back tears as I looked upon him.

Again I pushed the tears away as I started to work over this still unconscious Draco. The smaller gashes I healed easily and the whelps, though more difficult to get ride of, were faded from his back. The one thing the healing spells didn't work well on was the long gash along his back. I healed it enough to get it to stop bleeding and scab over but no more would it heal. It wouldn't fade to a scar like the rest of them. I could tell there was dark magic involved in the way he had gotten the largest gash.

By the time I had done all I could to heal him it was three forty-five in the morning. Exhausted, I wiped the sweat from my brow and gently turned him back over her. He hadn't stirred the entire time I was healing him but as I settled him back onto his back a moan of pain finally escaped his lips. I could have cried with relief at that small sound. But I still wouldn't let myself let go of the precarious control I had until I was sure he was going to be okay.

Once again I went back to working over him. His chest was a mass of burses now that the cuts were gone. I picked up one of the ointments off the table and started to massage it gently into his chest to ease the burses. When I was done with that I gently slipped his pants off, blushing. It was necessary, I knew, but I couldn't help the heat that flooded my face. I didn't take his boxers off, seeing no need, as they didn't have much blood on them but where the blood from his chest had seeped. But his legs were cut and marked with burses.

I quickly healed the cuts before applying ointment to his bruised legs. Once I was sure I had healed all that I could I carefully levitated him into the bedroom where I lay him on the bed. I lay him on his stomach to ease the pain I was sure was ripping through his back. His back was bruised but the cut hadn't reopened, for that I was thankful. After making sure he was okay for the moment, I went back to the main room and started cleaning.

After repairing the vase and using a simply cleaning spell to ride the carpet and furniture of blood, I put the healing ointments back in the cabinet. I kept out a few healing potions though, for when he woke up. I also kept the burse ointment with me. Only then, looking in the mirror, did I realize I was covered in blood. My simple nightgown was stained with Draco's blood. I washed my hands quickly to get ride of the extra ointment I had left on them. I needed to shower and get this blood off but I couldn't make myself stay away from Draco that long.

After checking over Draco one more time, I quickly changed into some pajama pants and an old t-shirt that was once Bill's. Going back over to the bed, I climbed up and sat next to him. I tried another healing spell and the scab over the cut faded a bit, the scar starting to form. I used that spell again but got no results. I wondered now long it would take for the cut to heal on it's own. Maybe Draco knew a healing spell I could use. When he woke up I would ask him.

For now though, I simply put some burse ointment on his back and started to massage it in. When I was done, the burses were still visible but at least not as bad. I glanced once again at the clock; it was now nearly five in the morning. I covered the still uncurious Draco with the blanket and slipped under the covers too. I had done all I could for him. Finally I let myself thing about what happened. How had he flooed to Hogwarts? Who had done this to him? What had happened? I shuttered as I remembered the blood mess he had been as he lay on the floor. It wasn't long before I finally fell into an exhausted sleep with Draco at my side.

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