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A day... a complete day. Draco couldn't believe this. It was insane... How long could one lay there with two broken ribs? It was freaking him out, to be completely honest, the way she just... lay there... so still... The only sign that she was still alive was the constant up and down movement of her chest, something that was closely monitored by the Slytherin.
"You really should go dear."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"She might not be up for a good while."
"Then I'll BE here a LONG WHILE."
The medical woman shook her head and sighed, giving up. "Fine, Mr. Malfoy. Fine." He sighed softly and continued his long, seemingly never-ending watch over the redheaded girl. What if she DIDN'T wake up? What if the last thing she remembered about him was that if she came to him it'd be a mistake?
No... She would wake up... She had to.
* * *
"I don't NEED you, Weaselette. You may THINK I do..." She stood amidst the rain, her vision partly cloudy as she relived the scene with her tearful eyes.
However, this time, all she could see was him, staring at her with those icy gray eyes of his, as if wanting to bore a hole through her very heart. Everything else was non-existent around them. No trees, no lake, no grass, nor sky. It was the two of them, lost in their own thoughts of each other and the deafening solitude of the evening.
"I don't NEED you, Weaselette. You may THINK I do..." The words jabbed at her like a knife dripping with lies right into her side...
Her eyes fluttered open as she was awakened from the pain in her side. Her chocolate eyes blasted awake as her breathing increased, startled by her surroundings. She had opened them only to see a white ceiling above her, not her canopy in the dorm, not her familiar bedroom ceiling, but this foreign white one. Her breathing grew more rapid, her inhaling and exhaling raised her chest quickly as her heartbeat quickened.
She tried to look about, but found that only made her newly healed ribs hurt even worse. She felt completely helpless and useless. She turned her head, tears pricking at the back of her brown eyes, as they fell onto the face of a worried Malfoy.
* * *
Draco sighed softly, resting his chin upon his arms. It seemed that the possibility of the girl not waking up was becoming more and more likely as time dragged on, seconds turning to minutes, minutes to hours... He'd been here so long... so long and gotten no response from her, not even when Potter had come to visit her, clutching her hand and whispering things to her as if she could actually hear his loving incantations. What a nerd.
Her brother really hadn't been much help, staring at her in what he supposed was sheer horror. Hadn't he cared when Weasley had been taken into the chamber? He didn't remember a look so terrified upon his face then, but perhaps he couldn't see the pale look upon her face, couldn't see her flinch in her sleep, mumble things incoherently...
Suddenly, the girl's breathing quickened. Draco perked up, lifting his head to see what was going on. Ginny's eyes had flown open as she frantically looked about the room. Her chest was going up and down so fast he was quite certain that she'd hyperventilate if she didn't calm down.
Then... she looked at him. She stared straight back at him as he examined her carefully, uneasily moving to her side. "Not exactly what you'd hoped to wake up to, huh?" he asked quietly. "Potter and Ron went to eat..."
* * *
"Draco... I... uh..." She found herself tripping over her own words, unsure of what to say. She mildly heard an excuse of where Ron and Harry had trotted off to. She quickly noticed no one was at her bedside, save for Malfoy himself. How long had she been out? Had he spent the whole night there? Had he never left her side? The thought almost brought a smile to her lips. Almost.
Her dream lurched back into her mind, causing her eyes to go a bit cold for a second. He had clearly stated he didn't need her. She needed to learn to accept that as it was, she continued to tell herself, almost like a broken record.
Her thoughts then zoomed back to the recent events... she had fallen, and had he caught her? Why was she here? When had she gotten here? It was all so blurry now... she couldn't tell the days apart, nor the memories clearly. She sighed slowly and gradually, her breaths somewhat decreasing as she caught her wit's end and control of herself.
She looked up to him, realizing she had started to say something, yet her thoughts had pulled on her. "I.. Uh..." She continued to stammer, resituating slightly so she propped up on her pillows, attempting to sit up. She flinched as her ribs still ached with a slight twinge of pain, yet no longer broken, thanks to Pomfrey and her magical hands and skills.
She gave Draco a hesitant stare. What was she supposed to say? Why are you here, and by the way, thanks for saving my life? A mere thanks seemed somewhat... inappropriate and even less than satisfying. Yet, she found that was exactly what she appeared to be doing, wondering if those were even her words coming from her mouth. "Thank you... for..." She paused, unsure of what to say, "Everything." She finally summed it up in that simple word as she slowly slid her hand to take his across the mattress.
* * *
Yeah, she didn't want to see him. That was made quite obvious by the way she attempted to hide her shock at seeing HIM there rather than her beloved Harry Potter. It was depressing really; you save a girl's life, and she almost pouts when she realizes it was you and not her lover boy. Meh.
The stammering went on, as he suspected it would, on and on. Perhaps he should just leave. It was obvious that staying here was doing nothing more than earning blank stares and foreign expressions. She didn't want him there. She didn't want him period. Why the hell WAS he here? Because he wanted her to want him there, and he'd thought that perhaps... perhaps there was the smallest shred of hope that she still did too...
But... There wasn't, was there?
He gazed down at her hand and sighed softly, unsure of what he was supposed to say. She was thanking him for saving her. Leave it to Weasley to make him feel guilty about saving someone's life. He should've let Potter do it. That way she'd be happy right now, wouldn't she? She'd have a huge smile upon her face, and her chocolate brown eyes would be dancing back and forth with delight as she hugged him tightly. Draco flinched. He didn't deserve that expression from her... Potter... Potter... He couldn't say he did either, but he did more so than him. Harry had saved her in the Chamber... a life or death situation.
But, her reminded himself, he'd saved her from falling to her doom. Of course, one was much more treacherous and risky than the other, but they both dealt with saving her life, right? She wants Harry. Malfoy argued with himself. Let her have him if she wants him!
"Harry couldn't get to you fast enough, so... you know." He smiled sheepishly at her. "I uh... Ginny... I..." He sighed and bowed his head, before smiling weakly at her once more. "I..." There was a pause. Wuss. He criticized himself. Pathetic wuss. "Hope you feel better."
* * *
Ginny creased her brows for a moment, staring intently at Draco's reaction. He appeared to be debating with himself, the way his normal blank expression changed from relief, to disappointment, then hope, only to return to a semi-defeated regret. She gave him a kind smile as she extended her other hand to caress his jawbone with her fingertip, peering intensely into his gray gaze.
Couldn't he understand? She didn't want "Potter." True, she once had. But Harry didn't make her go weak in the knees when she looked at him. Harry didn't hinder her thoughts night and day. And Harry certainly didn't kiss her the way she had with Draco. Her pale cheeks started to mildly flush at just the memory alone.
"Well, I feel better now." She finally said, breaking the tensed silence between the two. There were so many unspoken feelings both were either afraid or too stubborn to admit, perhaps a mixture of both. She broke the eye contact between the two as she drifted her gaze down to their intertwined hands, causing her heart to jump slightly at the sight. How they molded so perfectly, fitting together to make one.
The thought brought a soft smile to her pale lips as she softly ran her fingertips across his palm, then when a few mingled up his robe sleeve she caught sight of something. His forearms were badly bruised, multi-colored splotches making up the majority of his skin. She held back a gasp as she came across a jagged cut as well across his collar bone, "Did I, did I do that?" She asked, a worried, urgent flicker in her brown gaze, as she finally realized he had deep, dark circles underlying his gray, worried, eyes.
"Did you stay here all night?" She finally asked, as her heart jumped, trying to reach for a hope that seemed to be untouchable.
* * *
"That's..." His voice caught in his throat as her hands began to wander across his bruised arms. He'd been successful in keeping them hidden from that obsessive-compulsive twit of a mediwizard they had, but obviously nothing was secret for long with dear Ginny. The bruises were dark, shades of blues, blacks, greens and purples that Draco would be perfectly fine with hiding from the rest of the world until they completely disappeared. Not to mention the fact that they hurt like hell when touched. "Good." He choked out finally.
"No, you didn't do anything." He reassured her with a weak smile. Come on Malfoy... how did you... "It's from when I had to dive off my broom to catch the snitch." You know, while Ginny sat and hovered looking utterly bored. The thought still made him smirk slightly in triumph, defeating Potter in quite a few senses. Ah, the glory of it all. Where did the scratch come from, one might ask? Well, the lovely piece of jewelry resided currently in his robe pocket, where he had constantly fidgeted with it until she awoke.
Well, so what if he had been there all night. It wasn't against the rules... Besides, Harry and Ron were snoring like a pig had taken over their forms, so it wasn't as though he could get much sleep anyway. (That's what he liked to tell himself, rather than to admit the fact that he was worried senseless.) "Well... Heh... Yeah." He admitted. "But it's no big deal..."
* * *
Ginny stared intensely at his bruises and the sliced cut at the base of his throat as he quickly thought of a lie to cover her, guilt, was it? She gave him a small smile as she lightly said, "I'm not stupid Malfoy. A little snitch and dive couldn't muster that much of an injury." She said, a lightening laugh flickering in her deep, chocolate eyes. She traced her finger softly across his forearm, then drew his sleeve back over it she laid her hands lightly by her side.
She gave him a meek smile as he stuttered and brushed off the fact that he had stayed all night. "You must be tired, Draco." She finally said, patting the space on her bed for him to join her. She winced softly as a jab of pain erupted through her healing ribs, obviously angered by being disturbed and disheveled. She ignored it though, as a persistent grin leaped onto her red lips.
She extended her small hand, as she met her eyes with his own, "Come rest a moment." She said innocently, yet her chocolate eyes flamed with a bit more intensity other than sleep.
* * *
Hmmm... Wasn't she supposed to be drowsy or something along those lines? He could've sworn that medicine was supposed to make her sleepy. That should have made her gullible! Apparently not... "I didn't mean that you were stupid!" he persisted, mentally kicking himself over and over again. "It's just that you... When you're worried you get this look. I hate that." He smiled sheepishly at her, before restraining the urge to flinch as her fingers once again moved across his darkened skin.
Yes, the look she always got when Harry disappeared on one of his little escapades. What a moron. He didn't seem to realize that he always went looking for trouble. He couldn't just sit and wait for trouble to find him. Nooo he had to meet it dead on, no matter who got in the way. He proved that last year, dragging all his friends along with him and nearly getting them all killed. He was fifteen, not twenty-one with super-human strength. Luck couldn't last forever.
Tired? One might say that. One might also say he was exhausted, hungry, and looked rather... not perky. "I don't know, Ginny..." he told her softly, catching her wince. What if he moved and hit her ribs. He could hurt her more... "Are you sure?"
* * *
"Of course you didn't." She said, quickly dismissing his defenses for the lie. She smiled as he appeared to be mentally distraught, causing an amused smile to wander subconsciously across her lips. She quickly wiped it away as she found his gaze, a crease of worry rippling through her expression as she caught sight of the tiredness in his eyes, the look of unhappiness practically consumed him.
Her brows furrowed in concern as she softly outstretched her hand, "I'm positive, Draco, come here." She retorted, with a hint of command. As she waited for him to join her she gently allowed her frail fingers to creep to her collarbone to clutch her charm. When her hand hit only her bare skin her eyes darted about for a moment.
Had her necklace fallen from her neck during the match? Had someone stolen it while she had slept? That necklace was her prized possession, her mother had given it to her when she had been accepted to Hogwarts and Ginny had never taken it off, until now. "Draco.." She hesitantly asked, "You wouldn't, by any chance, have seen a necklace of some type around here, have you?" She asked curiously, trying to act nonchalant about the matter.
* * *
With a soft sigh, Draco moved toward her, carefully watching for any signs of further flinching. If there was one single flinch, he was hopping out of that bed and hollering for Madame Promfrey. This was ridiculous, unsafe, not right. If something happened to her... Bloody hell. He stopped for a moment, then began again, seeing her wanting expression. Damn that face.
His hand had just touched the linen sheets when she exclaimed, seemingly distraught, about the loss of her necklace. He looked blankly at her for a moment before realization set in and he began digging through his pocket. He'd just been fiddling with it! In a few seconds, he withdrew the item from his robes, smiling triumphantly. "This?" he asked quietly.
Yes, the blasted thing that had so conveniently dug into his skin, leaving a disgusting mark. He could've had it healed, but wasn't in the mood to be pampered at the current moment. He was the pamper-er for today. Ginny needed it, after all, and the golden trio was nowhere in sight. The charm, held on by the golden chain, twirled slightly in his fingers, light bouncing off of its surface. "It dug into-Fell off your neck."
* * *
"Oh my, that's it!" She clutched it to her chest, and hurriedly put it on, clasping it behind her neck quickly. She smiled up at him, slowly acknowledging what he had been about to say. "You mean it..?" She paused, a terribly apologetic expression clouding her once lighthearted face. "I'm so sorry, Draco."
Her voice was barely above a whisper as she diverted her hands as they laid lazily in her lap. "I've caused you so much trouble lately," She finally admitted, her confession not fully entailing just the previous accident. "More trouble than I'm worth, I'm afraid." She slowly added, biting down on her lower lip for support.
Her ribs pulsated with pain as the reliever had fully worn off, yet Ginny appeared not to be aware of this. In fact, she felt unaware of everything around her except for Draco. "Draco, you can leave, if you want. I don't want to be a burden to you anymore." She said, trying to raise her eyes to meet his, but refrained as she felt a prickling feeling behind her chocolate brown eyes.
* * *
"No! No! Don't worry about it!" he exclaimed, sighing as she began to feel guilty. "It wasn't your fault, Ginny!" And it wasn't. He'd caught her at the wrong angle. It was all his fault, not hers. Nothing could possibly be the innocent Weasley's fault. "Don't be sorry."
What was she going on about now? Causing him trouble? Causing more trouble than she was worth? How could she say that? How could she just assume that she wasn't worth anything to him? "What are you talking about?" he asked, looking at her with confused grey eyes. He gently sat down next to her, looking deep into her chocolate ones. "Do you really think you're a burden to me, Ginny?"
She wasn't a burden... No, she was... salvation. She was what he looked forward to seeing every day in the Great Hall so he could keep his mind off of Pansy Parkinson. She was what he dreamed of at night. She was what he thought of when everything else was going wrong. "Honestly?"
* * *
Ginny furrowed her brows, mildly confused, as she disagreed with his statements. How could it NOT be her fault? She was the one that had been foolish enough to not make a break for the snitch. She had been the one that had so clumsily not seen the bludger hurdling towards her. It was she that had fallen from her broom. And she who had fallen into his arms, bruising him, and it was her necklace that had cut him. But no, it wasn't her fault?
"Well yes.." She began, giving him an intense stare. "How could I not be?" She asked him, a bit baffled. "I cause a fist-fight between you and Potter, you're constantly either kissing me or telling me to go away, then I fall and I did injure you..." She quickly laid her hand on his to persist against any objections. "I'm sorry, but that sounds like quite horrid experiences to me, except for the kissing perhaps," She said lightly laughing, yet paused as she continued, "And I caused them all, Draco." Her expression darkened a bit as she withdrew her own hand from his, lightly tinkering with her necklace.
She slowly turned her head to look out her window as the wind berated against the glass from the outdoors. She could see the tree's branches writhing in the wind, waving to and fro, the leaves causing mini whirlwind vortexes across the wilted, winter grass as the gusts persevered throughout the grounds.
A hint of a smile played on Ginny's red lips as she gazed out the paned glass, yet returned to its somber state as she peered at Draco, waiting for him to come to his sense and agree with her, the inevitable, yet every fiber of her being still longed for him to want her just as much as she needed him.
* * *
"Ginny-" Draco sighed softly as he was cut off by her once again. That girl had spunk, sass, and knew what she wanted. She was stubborn, didn't care what others thought, and most certainly didn't conform to other's wants. Most of the time he found it rather intriguing, but now... now it was just getting in the way!
True, the fist fight was because of her, but it wasn't her fault. It was stupid Pothead's, and he had to admit he rather enjoyed smashing the boy's jaw. It was so... lovely. Telling her to go away... that was because she'd left with him. That was because she'd said it as though it were all his fault, which she probably didn't even mean... As for falling, that much was HIS fault. He'd told Goyle to look alive, and what had he done? Smacked her with a bludger.
"I'm guessing that means you want me to leave." He told her with a pathetic smile. "But, you see, I'm Draco Malfoy. I'm stubborn as hell, and there is no way I'm leaving you." He met her eyes and paused. "You'll have to leave me."
* * *
She raised a brow at first as he refused to leave, a flicker of annoyance consuming her face, yet it quickly changed as she caught his eyes with her own. Didn't he realize what he was doing to her? She couldn't stand to be around him, if she couldn't have him.
She played idly with her hands in her lap as she thought on his statement, then as an amused smile caught onto her lips, she said, "Well, you see, I'm Ginny Weasley. And I'm stubborn as hell, and I'm not going anywhere." She retorted, giving him a playful grin.
She raised her frail hand to graze across his pale cheek just slightly, softly bringing her lips to his. All she wanted was to feel those lips on hers. That tingling feeling he placed in the bottom of her stomach. The warm sensation that consumed her whenever he touched her.
She pulled back slowly, her hand still holding him at the nape of his neck as she sat back, wanting to gaze into his gray eyes. Her own brown pair searched and explored his expression as her other hand smoothly glided up his muscular arm, linking with the other hand that hid behind his neck. She kissed the corner of his mouth ever so lightly before slowly descending her back to the bed, pulling him down with her.
* * *
Would she really just get up and walk out of the hospital wing? Would she leave him there, staring at nothing, unsure of what the hell he was supposed to do now that she was gone. It was one thing for him to let her walk away when he was angry, but when he was perfectly calm... He wasn't sure he could do it, wasn't sure he could handle it.
Draco's head snapped up as she spoke again, a hopeful look about him as he listened carefully to her every word. One can not begin to express the delight that welled up inside him, though he restrained from being... Hufflepuff-like as he sat there, a small smirk upon his face. Oh, hell yes. Hell. Yes. Life was good.
She had touched him again... Did she realize that she was the first to be anything close to intimate with the one and only Draco Malfoy? The way she just kept touching him it seemed as though she were not new to this at all... She had had a good deal of boyfriends last year. What if he screwed up? Her lips attacked his at that moment, and so, he decided to put a hold on such thought processes.
"Ginny..." he mumbled, following her downward. "You can't... you're hurt... I could hurt you..." Yet, that didn't seem to affect the way he suddenly began kissing her neck, down to her collarbone and back up to her earlobe.
* * *
Ginny allowed a small gasp to escape her parted lips as he slid onto the bed with her, his lips softly exploring her neck and collar bone. She could feel his hot breath on her gentle skin, a blush began to creep onto her soft cheeks, a rosy shade beginning to invade her pale color. "Shh..." She whispered underneath her breath as he protested with his words yet followed with his gestures, causing a smile to erupt onto her lips.
She raked her fingertips along his back, then tilting his chin back up with her finger, she clasped her lips to his. Trailing her tongue gently along the opening of his heated lips. Her body brimmed with his warmth, yet still hungered for more of his sweet taste, wanting to savor every kiss, every touch, every endearment.
She tightly closed her eyes as she intensified the moment, dashing her tongue, fiercely amidst his own as if battling for attention. She meshed her mouth to his, molding to his every form, as she arched her back to push her chest into his muscular form. She feverishly raked her slender fingertips through his slicked-back, blond hair, now a bit disheveled and unruly with passion.
She finally pulled back, placing her forehead against his, as she slowly opened her eyes, her breathing rapid, causing her chest to rise and fall quickly, she stared deeply into his once cold stare that now appeared to be warm and fierce. For her. She smiled at the thought as she twirled a finger through a stray strand of his hair, pushing it back into place as she slowly descended her lips to his neck.
* * *
One might say Draco was not in the most comfortable of positions. Ginny was hurt, yet seemed to be quite alright attacking him with sudden bouts of passion, which seemingly appeared out of nowhere. One minute she was asking him to leave, and the next, snogging him senseless. Not that he minded. Oh no, he rather adored snogging, but what of Ginny's well-being?
What was that running along his lips? Oh yes, that would be Ginny's tongue. Self-control was wearing thin for our dear Drakey-kins. He IS of the male gender after all, and everyone knows what a difficult time they have with controlling themselves, particularly when someone of the FEMALE gender is... well... doing what Ginny was.
Did he mention that the lovely tongue of Miss Weasley had oh-so-quaintly dived into his mouth? One might say it was rather odd (himself included) that Ginny would miraculously turn from moaning in pain to well... moaning in pleasure. (Once again) ... not that he minded.
"You are..." he paused, taking in a few deep breaths. "Amazing..." He gently pushed her away from him and smiled softly. "But... you're hurt."
* * *
Ginny smiled up at Draco as he told her she was amazing, a slight blush appearing on her already flushed cheeks at the compliment. Yet her expression became cloudy as he pushed her down, causing her head to fall back against the cushioned, prepared pillow, ready to catch her as he pulled away. She softly shrugged her shoulders, trying to hide her disappointment and act nonchalantly as she replied, "Yes, I suppose so," suddenly enthralled with her fingernails.
Her urgent, chocolate eyes darted upwards as she felt a distant clanking of heels onto the tiled floor and with one gentle push she heaved Draco from her bed just as Madame Pomfrey rounded to Ginny's bedside, placing her palm on Ginny's forehead. "My, my dear, you're burning up." Pomfrey said, gently clicking her tongue in disappointment as she handed Ginny another potion to drink to, 'relieve her whining groans,' as she had earlier stated. Ginny blushed as Pomfrey commented about her heated body, then as Ginny explained about her drowsiness and pain, Madam had given her a pleasant smile, widening her plump cheeks before giving Ginny's hair a soft pat and heading out the door.
As soon as Ginny was sure Madam Pomfrey was out of earshot, the redhead heaved herself over to look on the floor beside her, only to come face-to-face with the lovely, Draco. "Erm, sorry about that.." Ginny apologized, a nervous laugh escaping her. "Are you.. All right?" She finally asked, attempting to mask a slight giggle.
* * *
Aw... That look of disappointment was back again. He hated that. It was perfectly obvious what she wanted, and yet he couldn't give it to her, not without risking her being hurt more. If she got hurt any worse, particularly by his accord, he wasn't sure he could forgive himself. Of course, Ginny didn't seem to understand it that way. Damn it all.
Draco almost let out a yelp of surprise, being shoved off the bed like he was. Honestly... girls got so upset sometimes! He sighed softly, gazing up at the ceiling as the familiar voice of the wretched Madame Pomfrey filled the air. Dear God! Did she have to ruin everything!? What if they had been in mid-snog when she walked in?! He didn't want to think about that, not at all. The woman was obsessive compulsive! A delicate smirk formed on his face as he heard her comment on how warm she was. Oh yes, he'd made her warm. That was a lovely bragging right... not that he would tell anyone.
"You... are..." He sighed. "Unbelievable, woman, unbelievable." He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. "I think I'll just hang down here for a while, okay?" His head hurt...
* * *
Ginny stared down at Draco, an amused smile across her lips. "Well, I couldn't very well allow Pomfrey to see you hovering over me, snogging me senseless," she replied curtly. "And I can't very well say you didn't deserve it." She said, smiling innocently. "YOU pushed ME away first, Malfoy." She teased, as she slowly slid from her bed, wearing her white, cotton nightgown.
She peered down at him for a moment, trying to stifle a soft laughter. He may have pushed her aside the more she ached for him, but this sight was well worth it. She finally caught her wits end as she extended a small, frail hand to help him up. She then pulled back as he commented about staying down there. "Well, suit yourself.." She replied, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. She stepped over him to climb up onto her bed, rustling the sheets as she crawled back underneath her covers.
The medicine started seeping into her more then she thought possible, her eyelids growing heavy as she slipped into a dream. She dreamed of Draco's sweet lips on hers, and nothing else. She could almost taste his sweet savor with her tongue; it was so real.
* * *
"Yeah, that was for your well-being, not for revenge of some sort." He retorted matter-of-factly, sighing as her hand teased him and then quickly withdrew. Ginny was just being downright evil, and she knew exactly what she was doing. He was a rather bad influence on her, wasn't he? Hmmm... He'd have to remember to be innocent around her, for he was ruining her goodness... People would get suspicious.
"I will, thank you."
He watched her feet disappear from his line of vision and the sheets move beside him. Yes, he could stay down here for a good while. It was much more comfortable than that damnable chair he'd been in for a good twelve hours or so, save bathroom breaks and when the Weasley family had piled in, looking positively dumbfounded by the fact that their little girl could be in such a state.
He smirked softly, going into his own array of thoughts. They'd been even more shocked to find out who had caught her, oh yes they had. Her father kept on saying how it was surely a mistake and that someone else with blonde hair must have done so. Yes, he'd done it, and they couldn't stand the fact. It was so bloody wonderful.
With a soft sigh, the boy pulled himself to his feet, looking over at his redheaded angel, fast asleep. Draco smiled weakly, slipping right next to her, so that his body molded around hers. Mmm... So warm...
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A day... a complete day. Draco couldn't believe this. It was insane... How long could one lay there with two broken ribs? It was freaking him out, to be completely honest, the way she just... lay there... so still... The only sign that she was still alive was the constant up and down movement of her chest, something that was closely monitored by the Slytherin.
"You really should go dear."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"She might not be up for a good while."
"Then I'll BE here a LONG WHILE."
The medical woman shook her head and sighed, giving up. "Fine, Mr. Malfoy. Fine." He sighed softly and continued his long, seemingly never-ending watch over the redheaded girl. What if she DIDN'T wake up? What if the last thing she remembered about him was that if she came to him it'd be a mistake?
No... She would wake up... She had to.
* * *
"I don't NEED you, Weaselette. You may THINK I do..." She stood amidst the rain, her vision partly cloudy as she relived the scene with her tearful eyes.
However, this time, all she could see was him, staring at her with those icy gray eyes of his, as if wanting to bore a hole through her very heart. Everything else was non-existent around them. No trees, no lake, no grass, nor sky. It was the two of them, lost in their own thoughts of each other and the deafening solitude of the evening.
"I don't NEED you, Weaselette. You may THINK I do..." The words jabbed at her like a knife dripping with lies right into her side...
Her eyes fluttered open as she was awakened from the pain in her side. Her chocolate eyes blasted awake as her breathing increased, startled by her surroundings. She had opened them only to see a white ceiling above her, not her canopy in the dorm, not her familiar bedroom ceiling, but this foreign white one. Her breathing grew more rapid, her inhaling and exhaling raised her chest quickly as her heartbeat quickened.
She tried to look about, but found that only made her newly healed ribs hurt even worse. She felt completely helpless and useless. She turned her head, tears pricking at the back of her brown eyes, as they fell onto the face of a worried Malfoy.
* * *
Draco sighed softly, resting his chin upon his arms. It seemed that the possibility of the girl not waking up was becoming more and more likely as time dragged on, seconds turning to minutes, minutes to hours... He'd been here so long... so long and gotten no response from her, not even when Potter had come to visit her, clutching her hand and whispering things to her as if she could actually hear his loving incantations. What a nerd.
Her brother really hadn't been much help, staring at her in what he supposed was sheer horror. Hadn't he cared when Weasley had been taken into the chamber? He didn't remember a look so terrified upon his face then, but perhaps he couldn't see the pale look upon her face, couldn't see her flinch in her sleep, mumble things incoherently...
Suddenly, the girl's breathing quickened. Draco perked up, lifting his head to see what was going on. Ginny's eyes had flown open as she frantically looked about the room. Her chest was going up and down so fast he was quite certain that she'd hyperventilate if she didn't calm down.
Then... she looked at him. She stared straight back at him as he examined her carefully, uneasily moving to her side. "Not exactly what you'd hoped to wake up to, huh?" he asked quietly. "Potter and Ron went to eat..."
* * *
"Draco... I... uh..." She found herself tripping over her own words, unsure of what to say. She mildly heard an excuse of where Ron and Harry had trotted off to. She quickly noticed no one was at her bedside, save for Malfoy himself. How long had she been out? Had he spent the whole night there? Had he never left her side? The thought almost brought a smile to her lips. Almost.
Her dream lurched back into her mind, causing her eyes to go a bit cold for a second. He had clearly stated he didn't need her. She needed to learn to accept that as it was, she continued to tell herself, almost like a broken record.
Her thoughts then zoomed back to the recent events... she had fallen, and had he caught her? Why was she here? When had she gotten here? It was all so blurry now... she couldn't tell the days apart, nor the memories clearly. She sighed slowly and gradually, her breaths somewhat decreasing as she caught her wit's end and control of herself.
She looked up to him, realizing she had started to say something, yet her thoughts had pulled on her. "I.. Uh..." She continued to stammer, resituating slightly so she propped up on her pillows, attempting to sit up. She flinched as her ribs still ached with a slight twinge of pain, yet no longer broken, thanks to Pomfrey and her magical hands and skills.
She gave Draco a hesitant stare. What was she supposed to say? Why are you here, and by the way, thanks for saving my life? A mere thanks seemed somewhat... inappropriate and even less than satisfying. Yet, she found that was exactly what she appeared to be doing, wondering if those were even her words coming from her mouth. "Thank you... for..." She paused, unsure of what to say, "Everything." She finally summed it up in that simple word as she slowly slid her hand to take his across the mattress.
* * *
Yeah, she didn't want to see him. That was made quite obvious by the way she attempted to hide her shock at seeing HIM there rather than her beloved Harry Potter. It was depressing really; you save a girl's life, and she almost pouts when she realizes it was you and not her lover boy. Meh.
The stammering went on, as he suspected it would, on and on. Perhaps he should just leave. It was obvious that staying here was doing nothing more than earning blank stares and foreign expressions. She didn't want him there. She didn't want him period. Why the hell WAS he here? Because he wanted her to want him there, and he'd thought that perhaps... perhaps there was the smallest shred of hope that she still did too...
But... There wasn't, was there?
He gazed down at her hand and sighed softly, unsure of what he was supposed to say. She was thanking him for saving her. Leave it to Weasley to make him feel guilty about saving someone's life. He should've let Potter do it. That way she'd be happy right now, wouldn't she? She'd have a huge smile upon her face, and her chocolate brown eyes would be dancing back and forth with delight as she hugged him tightly. Draco flinched. He didn't deserve that expression from her... Potter... Potter... He couldn't say he did either, but he did more so than him. Harry had saved her in the Chamber... a life or death situation.
But, her reminded himself, he'd saved her from falling to her doom. Of course, one was much more treacherous and risky than the other, but they both dealt with saving her life, right? She wants Harry. Malfoy argued with himself. Let her have him if she wants him!
"Harry couldn't get to you fast enough, so... you know." He smiled sheepishly at her. "I uh... Ginny... I..." He sighed and bowed his head, before smiling weakly at her once more. "I..." There was a pause. Wuss. He criticized himself. Pathetic wuss. "Hope you feel better."
* * *
Ginny creased her brows for a moment, staring intently at Draco's reaction. He appeared to be debating with himself, the way his normal blank expression changed from relief, to disappointment, then hope, only to return to a semi-defeated regret. She gave him a kind smile as she extended her other hand to caress his jawbone with her fingertip, peering intensely into his gray gaze.
Couldn't he understand? She didn't want "Potter." True, she once had. But Harry didn't make her go weak in the knees when she looked at him. Harry didn't hinder her thoughts night and day. And Harry certainly didn't kiss her the way she had with Draco. Her pale cheeks started to mildly flush at just the memory alone.
"Well, I feel better now." She finally said, breaking the tensed silence between the two. There were so many unspoken feelings both were either afraid or too stubborn to admit, perhaps a mixture of both. She broke the eye contact between the two as she drifted her gaze down to their intertwined hands, causing her heart to jump slightly at the sight. How they molded so perfectly, fitting together to make one.
The thought brought a soft smile to her pale lips as she softly ran her fingertips across his palm, then when a few mingled up his robe sleeve she caught sight of something. His forearms were badly bruised, multi-colored splotches making up the majority of his skin. She held back a gasp as she came across a jagged cut as well across his collar bone, "Did I, did I do that?" She asked, a worried, urgent flicker in her brown gaze, as she finally realized he had deep, dark circles underlying his gray, worried, eyes.
"Did you stay here all night?" She finally asked, as her heart jumped, trying to reach for a hope that seemed to be untouchable.
* * *
"That's..." His voice caught in his throat as her hands began to wander across his bruised arms. He'd been successful in keeping them hidden from that obsessive-compulsive twit of a mediwizard they had, but obviously nothing was secret for long with dear Ginny. The bruises were dark, shades of blues, blacks, greens and purples that Draco would be perfectly fine with hiding from the rest of the world until they completely disappeared. Not to mention the fact that they hurt like hell when touched. "Good." He choked out finally.
"No, you didn't do anything." He reassured her with a weak smile. Come on Malfoy... how did you... "It's from when I had to dive off my broom to catch the snitch." You know, while Ginny sat and hovered looking utterly bored. The thought still made him smirk slightly in triumph, defeating Potter in quite a few senses. Ah, the glory of it all. Where did the scratch come from, one might ask? Well, the lovely piece of jewelry resided currently in his robe pocket, where he had constantly fidgeted with it until she awoke.
Well, so what if he had been there all night. It wasn't against the rules... Besides, Harry and Ron were snoring like a pig had taken over their forms, so it wasn't as though he could get much sleep anyway. (That's what he liked to tell himself, rather than to admit the fact that he was worried senseless.) "Well... Heh... Yeah." He admitted. "But it's no big deal..."
* * *
Ginny stared intensely at his bruises and the sliced cut at the base of his throat as he quickly thought of a lie to cover her, guilt, was it? She gave him a small smile as she lightly said, "I'm not stupid Malfoy. A little snitch and dive couldn't muster that much of an injury." She said, a lightening laugh flickering in her deep, chocolate eyes. She traced her finger softly across his forearm, then drew his sleeve back over it she laid her hands lightly by her side.
She gave him a meek smile as he stuttered and brushed off the fact that he had stayed all night. "You must be tired, Draco." She finally said, patting the space on her bed for him to join her. She winced softly as a jab of pain erupted through her healing ribs, obviously angered by being disturbed and disheveled. She ignored it though, as a persistent grin leaped onto her red lips.
She extended her small hand, as she met her eyes with his own, "Come rest a moment." She said innocently, yet her chocolate eyes flamed with a bit more intensity other than sleep.
* * *
Hmmm... Wasn't she supposed to be drowsy or something along those lines? He could've sworn that medicine was supposed to make her sleepy. That should have made her gullible! Apparently not... "I didn't mean that you were stupid!" he persisted, mentally kicking himself over and over again. "It's just that you... When you're worried you get this look. I hate that." He smiled sheepishly at her, before restraining the urge to flinch as her fingers once again moved across his darkened skin.
Yes, the look she always got when Harry disappeared on one of his little escapades. What a moron. He didn't seem to realize that he always went looking for trouble. He couldn't just sit and wait for trouble to find him. Nooo he had to meet it dead on, no matter who got in the way. He proved that last year, dragging all his friends along with him and nearly getting them all killed. He was fifteen, not twenty-one with super-human strength. Luck couldn't last forever.
Tired? One might say that. One might also say he was exhausted, hungry, and looked rather... not perky. "I don't know, Ginny..." he told her softly, catching her wince. What if he moved and hit her ribs. He could hurt her more... "Are you sure?"
* * *
"Of course you didn't." She said, quickly dismissing his defenses for the lie. She smiled as he appeared to be mentally distraught, causing an amused smile to wander subconsciously across her lips. She quickly wiped it away as she found his gaze, a crease of worry rippling through her expression as she caught sight of the tiredness in his eyes, the look of unhappiness practically consumed him.
Her brows furrowed in concern as she softly outstretched her hand, "I'm positive, Draco, come here." She retorted, with a hint of command. As she waited for him to join her she gently allowed her frail fingers to creep to her collarbone to clutch her charm. When her hand hit only her bare skin her eyes darted about for a moment.
Had her necklace fallen from her neck during the match? Had someone stolen it while she had slept? That necklace was her prized possession, her mother had given it to her when she had been accepted to Hogwarts and Ginny had never taken it off, until now. "Draco.." She hesitantly asked, "You wouldn't, by any chance, have seen a necklace of some type around here, have you?" She asked curiously, trying to act nonchalant about the matter.
* * *
With a soft sigh, Draco moved toward her, carefully watching for any signs of further flinching. If there was one single flinch, he was hopping out of that bed and hollering for Madame Promfrey. This was ridiculous, unsafe, not right. If something happened to her... Bloody hell. He stopped for a moment, then began again, seeing her wanting expression. Damn that face.
His hand had just touched the linen sheets when she exclaimed, seemingly distraught, about the loss of her necklace. He looked blankly at her for a moment before realization set in and he began digging through his pocket. He'd just been fiddling with it! In a few seconds, he withdrew the item from his robes, smiling triumphantly. "This?" he asked quietly.
Yes, the blasted thing that had so conveniently dug into his skin, leaving a disgusting mark. He could've had it healed, but wasn't in the mood to be pampered at the current moment. He was the pamper-er for today. Ginny needed it, after all, and the golden trio was nowhere in sight. The charm, held on by the golden chain, twirled slightly in his fingers, light bouncing off of its surface. "It dug into-Fell off your neck."
* * *
"Oh my, that's it!" She clutched it to her chest, and hurriedly put it on, clasping it behind her neck quickly. She smiled up at him, slowly acknowledging what he had been about to say. "You mean it..?" She paused, a terribly apologetic expression clouding her once lighthearted face. "I'm so sorry, Draco."
Her voice was barely above a whisper as she diverted her hands as they laid lazily in her lap. "I've caused you so much trouble lately," She finally admitted, her confession not fully entailing just the previous accident. "More trouble than I'm worth, I'm afraid." She slowly added, biting down on her lower lip for support.
Her ribs pulsated with pain as the reliever had fully worn off, yet Ginny appeared not to be aware of this. In fact, she felt unaware of everything around her except for Draco. "Draco, you can leave, if you want. I don't want to be a burden to you anymore." She said, trying to raise her eyes to meet his, but refrained as she felt a prickling feeling behind her chocolate brown eyes.
* * *
"No! No! Don't worry about it!" he exclaimed, sighing as she began to feel guilty. "It wasn't your fault, Ginny!" And it wasn't. He'd caught her at the wrong angle. It was all his fault, not hers. Nothing could possibly be the innocent Weasley's fault. "Don't be sorry."
What was she going on about now? Causing him trouble? Causing more trouble than she was worth? How could she say that? How could she just assume that she wasn't worth anything to him? "What are you talking about?" he asked, looking at her with confused grey eyes. He gently sat down next to her, looking deep into her chocolate ones. "Do you really think you're a burden to me, Ginny?"
She wasn't a burden... No, she was... salvation. She was what he looked forward to seeing every day in the Great Hall so he could keep his mind off of Pansy Parkinson. She was what he dreamed of at night. She was what he thought of when everything else was going wrong. "Honestly?"
* * *
Ginny furrowed her brows, mildly confused, as she disagreed with his statements. How could it NOT be her fault? She was the one that had been foolish enough to not make a break for the snitch. She had been the one that had so clumsily not seen the bludger hurdling towards her. It was she that had fallen from her broom. And she who had fallen into his arms, bruising him, and it was her necklace that had cut him. But no, it wasn't her fault?
"Well yes.." She began, giving him an intense stare. "How could I not be?" She asked him, a bit baffled. "I cause a fist-fight between you and Potter, you're constantly either kissing me or telling me to go away, then I fall and I did injure you..." She quickly laid her hand on his to persist against any objections. "I'm sorry, but that sounds like quite horrid experiences to me, except for the kissing perhaps," She said lightly laughing, yet paused as she continued, "And I caused them all, Draco." Her expression darkened a bit as she withdrew her own hand from his, lightly tinkering with her necklace.
She slowly turned her head to look out her window as the wind berated against the glass from the outdoors. She could see the tree's branches writhing in the wind, waving to and fro, the leaves causing mini whirlwind vortexes across the wilted, winter grass as the gusts persevered throughout the grounds.
A hint of a smile played on Ginny's red lips as she gazed out the paned glass, yet returned to its somber state as she peered at Draco, waiting for him to come to his sense and agree with her, the inevitable, yet every fiber of her being still longed for him to want her just as much as she needed him.
* * *
"Ginny-" Draco sighed softly as he was cut off by her once again. That girl had spunk, sass, and knew what she wanted. She was stubborn, didn't care what others thought, and most certainly didn't conform to other's wants. Most of the time he found it rather intriguing, but now... now it was just getting in the way!
True, the fist fight was because of her, but it wasn't her fault. It was stupid Pothead's, and he had to admit he rather enjoyed smashing the boy's jaw. It was so... lovely. Telling her to go away... that was because she'd left with him. That was because she'd said it as though it were all his fault, which she probably didn't even mean... As for falling, that much was HIS fault. He'd told Goyle to look alive, and what had he done? Smacked her with a bludger.
"I'm guessing that means you want me to leave." He told her with a pathetic smile. "But, you see, I'm Draco Malfoy. I'm stubborn as hell, and there is no way I'm leaving you." He met her eyes and paused. "You'll have to leave me."
* * *
She raised a brow at first as he refused to leave, a flicker of annoyance consuming her face, yet it quickly changed as she caught his eyes with her own. Didn't he realize what he was doing to her? She couldn't stand to be around him, if she couldn't have him.
She played idly with her hands in her lap as she thought on his statement, then as an amused smile caught onto her lips, she said, "Well, you see, I'm Ginny Weasley. And I'm stubborn as hell, and I'm not going anywhere." She retorted, giving him a playful grin.
She raised her frail hand to graze across his pale cheek just slightly, softly bringing her lips to his. All she wanted was to feel those lips on hers. That tingling feeling he placed in the bottom of her stomach. The warm sensation that consumed her whenever he touched her.
She pulled back slowly, her hand still holding him at the nape of his neck as she sat back, wanting to gaze into his gray eyes. Her own brown pair searched and explored his expression as her other hand smoothly glided up his muscular arm, linking with the other hand that hid behind his neck. She kissed the corner of his mouth ever so lightly before slowly descending her back to the bed, pulling him down with her.
* * *
Would she really just get up and walk out of the hospital wing? Would she leave him there, staring at nothing, unsure of what the hell he was supposed to do now that she was gone. It was one thing for him to let her walk away when he was angry, but when he was perfectly calm... He wasn't sure he could do it, wasn't sure he could handle it.
Draco's head snapped up as she spoke again, a hopeful look about him as he listened carefully to her every word. One can not begin to express the delight that welled up inside him, though he restrained from being... Hufflepuff-like as he sat there, a small smirk upon his face. Oh, hell yes. Hell. Yes. Life was good.
She had touched him again... Did she realize that she was the first to be anything close to intimate with the one and only Draco Malfoy? The way she just kept touching him it seemed as though she were not new to this at all... She had had a good deal of boyfriends last year. What if he screwed up? Her lips attacked his at that moment, and so, he decided to put a hold on such thought processes.
"Ginny..." he mumbled, following her downward. "You can't... you're hurt... I could hurt you..." Yet, that didn't seem to affect the way he suddenly began kissing her neck, down to her collarbone and back up to her earlobe.
* * *
Ginny allowed a small gasp to escape her parted lips as he slid onto the bed with her, his lips softly exploring her neck and collar bone. She could feel his hot breath on her gentle skin, a blush began to creep onto her soft cheeks, a rosy shade beginning to invade her pale color. "Shh..." She whispered underneath her breath as he protested with his words yet followed with his gestures, causing a smile to erupt onto her lips.
She raked her fingertips along his back, then tilting his chin back up with her finger, she clasped her lips to his. Trailing her tongue gently along the opening of his heated lips. Her body brimmed with his warmth, yet still hungered for more of his sweet taste, wanting to savor every kiss, every touch, every endearment.
She tightly closed her eyes as she intensified the moment, dashing her tongue, fiercely amidst his own as if battling for attention. She meshed her mouth to his, molding to his every form, as she arched her back to push her chest into his muscular form. She feverishly raked her slender fingertips through his slicked-back, blond hair, now a bit disheveled and unruly with passion.
She finally pulled back, placing her forehead against his, as she slowly opened her eyes, her breathing rapid, causing her chest to rise and fall quickly, she stared deeply into his once cold stare that now appeared to be warm and fierce. For her. She smiled at the thought as she twirled a finger through a stray strand of his hair, pushing it back into place as she slowly descended her lips to his neck.
* * *
One might say Draco was not in the most comfortable of positions. Ginny was hurt, yet seemed to be quite alright attacking him with sudden bouts of passion, which seemingly appeared out of nowhere. One minute she was asking him to leave, and the next, snogging him senseless. Not that he minded. Oh no, he rather adored snogging, but what of Ginny's well-being?
What was that running along his lips? Oh yes, that would be Ginny's tongue. Self-control was wearing thin for our dear Drakey-kins. He IS of the male gender after all, and everyone knows what a difficult time they have with controlling themselves, particularly when someone of the FEMALE gender is... well... doing what Ginny was.
Did he mention that the lovely tongue of Miss Weasley had oh-so-quaintly dived into his mouth? One might say it was rather odd (himself included) that Ginny would miraculously turn from moaning in pain to well... moaning in pleasure. (Once again) ... not that he minded.
"You are..." he paused, taking in a few deep breaths. "Amazing..." He gently pushed her away from him and smiled softly. "But... you're hurt."
* * *
Ginny smiled up at Draco as he told her she was amazing, a slight blush appearing on her already flushed cheeks at the compliment. Yet her expression became cloudy as he pushed her down, causing her head to fall back against the cushioned, prepared pillow, ready to catch her as he pulled away. She softly shrugged her shoulders, trying to hide her disappointment and act nonchalantly as she replied, "Yes, I suppose so," suddenly enthralled with her fingernails.
Her urgent, chocolate eyes darted upwards as she felt a distant clanking of heels onto the tiled floor and with one gentle push she heaved Draco from her bed just as Madame Pomfrey rounded to Ginny's bedside, placing her palm on Ginny's forehead. "My, my dear, you're burning up." Pomfrey said, gently clicking her tongue in disappointment as she handed Ginny another potion to drink to, 'relieve her whining groans,' as she had earlier stated. Ginny blushed as Pomfrey commented about her heated body, then as Ginny explained about her drowsiness and pain, Madam had given her a pleasant smile, widening her plump cheeks before giving Ginny's hair a soft pat and heading out the door.
As soon as Ginny was sure Madam Pomfrey was out of earshot, the redhead heaved herself over to look on the floor beside her, only to come face-to-face with the lovely, Draco. "Erm, sorry about that.." Ginny apologized, a nervous laugh escaping her. "Are you.. All right?" She finally asked, attempting to mask a slight giggle.
* * *
Aw... That look of disappointment was back again. He hated that. It was perfectly obvious what she wanted, and yet he couldn't give it to her, not without risking her being hurt more. If she got hurt any worse, particularly by his accord, he wasn't sure he could forgive himself. Of course, Ginny didn't seem to understand it that way. Damn it all.
Draco almost let out a yelp of surprise, being shoved off the bed like he was. Honestly... girls got so upset sometimes! He sighed softly, gazing up at the ceiling as the familiar voice of the wretched Madame Pomfrey filled the air. Dear God! Did she have to ruin everything!? What if they had been in mid-snog when she walked in?! He didn't want to think about that, not at all. The woman was obsessive compulsive! A delicate smirk formed on his face as he heard her comment on how warm she was. Oh yes, he'd made her warm. That was a lovely bragging right... not that he would tell anyone.
"You... are..." He sighed. "Unbelievable, woman, unbelievable." He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. "I think I'll just hang down here for a while, okay?" His head hurt...
* * *
Ginny stared down at Draco, an amused smile across her lips. "Well, I couldn't very well allow Pomfrey to see you hovering over me, snogging me senseless," she replied curtly. "And I can't very well say you didn't deserve it." She said, smiling innocently. "YOU pushed ME away first, Malfoy." She teased, as she slowly slid from her bed, wearing her white, cotton nightgown.
She peered down at him for a moment, trying to stifle a soft laughter. He may have pushed her aside the more she ached for him, but this sight was well worth it. She finally caught her wits end as she extended a small, frail hand to help him up. She then pulled back as he commented about staying down there. "Well, suit yourself.." She replied, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. She stepped over him to climb up onto her bed, rustling the sheets as she crawled back underneath her covers.
The medicine started seeping into her more then she thought possible, her eyelids growing heavy as she slipped into a dream. She dreamed of Draco's sweet lips on hers, and nothing else. She could almost taste his sweet savor with her tongue; it was so real.
* * *
"Yeah, that was for your well-being, not for revenge of some sort." He retorted matter-of-factly, sighing as her hand teased him and then quickly withdrew. Ginny was just being downright evil, and she knew exactly what she was doing. He was a rather bad influence on her, wasn't he? Hmmm... He'd have to remember to be innocent around her, for he was ruining her goodness... People would get suspicious.
"I will, thank you."
He watched her feet disappear from his line of vision and the sheets move beside him. Yes, he could stay down here for a good while. It was much more comfortable than that damnable chair he'd been in for a good twelve hours or so, save bathroom breaks and when the Weasley family had piled in, looking positively dumbfounded by the fact that their little girl could be in such a state.
He smirked softly, going into his own array of thoughts. They'd been even more shocked to find out who had caught her, oh yes they had. Her father kept on saying how it was surely a mistake and that someone else with blonde hair must have done so. Yes, he'd done it, and they couldn't stand the fact. It was so bloody wonderful.
With a soft sigh, the boy pulled himself to his feet, looking over at his redheaded angel, fast asleep. Draco smiled weakly, slipping right next to her, so that his body molded around hers. Mmm... So warm...