Strong Enough
Summary: Ginny and Draco may just manage to be friends… in a bizarre kind of way. But can they be anything else?
Disclaimer: We all know it belongs to JKR.
Chapter One:
"Ssh! The game's about to start!" Hermione squealed desperately. Ginny just laughed at her friend.
"You just want to perve on Ron." She teased.
"Oh, come one Gin, like you're not here to see a certain someone play."
"Of course." Ginny replied shortly, "my brother."
"Ha." Hermione muttered, ducking her head to grin.
"The game's started." Ginny said, and Hermione's gaze was immediately fixed on the field. Ginny sighed, knowing she wouldn't get another word out of her for the entire Quiddich match. Hermione had been a lot more fun and less uptight since she and Ron had started dating, but whenever the two were together, all they saw was each other. She was happy that the two had finally gotten together, but sometimes they were just so… so in love that it was sickening.
Shaking her head of that train of thought, she sat back to watch the game, and of course, Harry. It was his last year at Hogwarts, and Ginny had to admit, he had grown up very nicely. He had shot up, he was now almost as tall as Ron, and his previously scrawny form was now very well built, strong and muscular. The uncontrollable dark hair now simply made him look sexier, as far as Ginny was concerned. And those glasses just topped it off, giving him an intellectual edge. Ginny sighed. He was gorgeous, he knew it, and so did the entire female population of Hogwarts. Including the teachers. She didn't have a chance.
Frowning to herself, she tried to turn her attention back to the game. It was the second of the year, Slytherin having flattened Hufflepuff in the first one. Now Gryffindor were fixing to do the same to Ravenclaw. It wasn't really much of a contest; In the end it was always Gryffindor and Slytherin that it came down to. Already, Gryffindor were ahead 80-0. Harry was circling the field high above, and from what Ginny could tell, looking a little too confident.
And he really had every right to be, because at that moment, Harry had spotted the snitch. Glancing over at the Ravenclaw seeker even as he began to turn his broom, Harry saw that the poor guy had no idea. In seconds he was clutching the snitch in his hand triumphantly, as the Gryffindor crowd rose to their feet in a loud cheer.
Before Ginny knew it, the Gryffindor crowd had surged to their feet, caught up in the victory. Unfortunately for Ginny, someone's feet were also caught up their bag, and this person fell over as they stood up, right onto Ginny, in turn knocking Ginny off her feet. She had a slight moment of surprise, enough time to think oh, shit, before her head connected with the seat in front of her, very effectively knocking her out.
~*~
"Mister Malfoy! I refuse to listen to this nonsense! There will be plenty of time to take this up with the headmaster after you've taken this and had a good long sleep."
Ginny awoke groggily to the sound of voices arguing loudly not far away.
"I don't think you quite understand." A man was saying, and she could hear the anger in his voice, quiet as it was. "It was just an accident. Things just got out of hand."
"Please! Quiet down! You are not the only patient here, Draco. The headmaster will not take any action until your side of the story has been heard, I can promise you that. Now drink this."
She recognized the voices now, as Madam Pomfrey and Draco Malfoy. It seemed Malfoy was worried about getting into trouble about something. Ginny sincerely hoped he had done something that would get him expelled, or at least in detention for a few months. Caught up in her ill wishes for Malfoy, she was surprised when the curtain around her bed was suddenly whipped open.
"Ah, you're awake, Miss Weasley. I hope Mr Malfoy didn't wake you up… troublesome boy, he is." She frowned. "You took quite a bump on the head there. I've fixed it up as best I can, but I'm afraid you'll have a little bruise for a while. I don't like messing too much with head injuries, too dangerous. Are you feeling okay?" Madam Pomfrey didn't even wait for an answer, as she bustled around to the side of her bed, taking her temperature, checking her head, and asking questions non stop, barely waiting for the answers.
"Oh. Your friends came by earlier. Had a horrific job getting rid of them. They left you some things," she gestured to the bedside table. "I told them they could come and visit you this evening."
"Thank you." Ginny replied, then, "How long am I going to be in here for?"
"Oh, just tonight. You should be able to get back to class tomorrow. I need to keep an eye on you tonight, though. Head injuries can be fickle things."
"Okay." Ginny was relieved she wouldn't miss any classes. It probably wouldn't matter, but if she got behind in potions… she shuddered to think.
"I've got to go check on Mr Malfoy again. You make sure you rest up, dear." And with that Madam Pomfrey was gone again.
Ginny turned her attention to the bedside table. A book from Hermione which made Ginny laugh and roll her eyes, "Great Love Stories of the Magic World". A box of chocolates from Ron – his favorite kind not hers she noticed – and – a card from Harry? Her heart involuntarily skipped a beat. The card was white, with a tiny little silver unicorn playing happily on the front. It was beautiful. Holding her breath, she opened the card and read the inscription.
"Ginny,
I'm sorry about your fall. I hope you get better soon.
Love,
Harry"
She thought her heart had stopped for a second, when she read the words "Love, Harry". The card was short and simple… but oh, it could mean so much. He had signed it "love". Did that mean he liked her, or was it just brotherly, you're-my-best-friend's-sister kind of love? She grinned to herself. It was much better than nothing. It gave her hope.
She was still grinning stupidly, clutching the card to her chest, when somebody pulled open the curtain and stumbled in.
It was Draco Malfoy, wearing nothing but red boxer shorts, and looking very confused.
"What-" he began, just as she shrieked.
"What are you doing here, Weasley?" he asked, as though she had stumbled into his room wearing only her bedclothes.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" she hissed back, trying to regain her composure.
"Where's Goyle?" he asked, ignoring her.
"How the hell should I know?" she replied, annoyed already. She was not noticing how good he looked in just those boxers. She was definitely not staring at his thin but muscular form, and she wasn't marveling at the fact that his skin was the same pale white all over, his hair the same blonde… oh no, no way was she going there, she thought, shaking her head viciously to remove the thought.
His head tipped to the side quizzically. "What on earth are you doing? Is there something wrong with you?" he asked. He said it as though he wasn't surprised, as though he expected there to be something wrong with her. Ginny was getting mad.
"Wrong with me, Malfoy? You're the one bursting into my room wearing nothing but your boxers, asking me where your friends are. And you're asking what's wrong with me?"
He stared at her, and those soulless gray eyes seemed to read her every thought.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" he asked, half grinning, half sneering.
Suddenly, and much to Ginny's relief, they were interrupted.
"What is going on here?" Madam Pomfrey fumed. "Mr Malfoy, get back in bed this instant! Leave Miss Weasley alone! I've had enough from you for one day!" she said indignantly, taking his arm.
"Sorry about that, dear." She directed at Ginny, before she pulled Malfoy away.
Lying back on her pillow, Ginny let out a sigh of relief. As she drifted off to sleep, she didn't even realize that she had completely forgotten about the card from Harry.
~*~
A/N: Okay, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, though god knows I've read enough of it. I know it's kinda corny at the moment, but I'm hoping it'll get better. Anyway, please, please, please, REVIEW it!!!!
Summary: Ginny and Draco may just manage to be friends… in a bizarre kind of way. But can they be anything else?
Disclaimer: We all know it belongs to JKR.
Chapter One:
"Ssh! The game's about to start!" Hermione squealed desperately. Ginny just laughed at her friend.
"You just want to perve on Ron." She teased.
"Oh, come one Gin, like you're not here to see a certain someone play."
"Of course." Ginny replied shortly, "my brother."
"Ha." Hermione muttered, ducking her head to grin.
"The game's started." Ginny said, and Hermione's gaze was immediately fixed on the field. Ginny sighed, knowing she wouldn't get another word out of her for the entire Quiddich match. Hermione had been a lot more fun and less uptight since she and Ron had started dating, but whenever the two were together, all they saw was each other. She was happy that the two had finally gotten together, but sometimes they were just so… so in love that it was sickening.
Shaking her head of that train of thought, she sat back to watch the game, and of course, Harry. It was his last year at Hogwarts, and Ginny had to admit, he had grown up very nicely. He had shot up, he was now almost as tall as Ron, and his previously scrawny form was now very well built, strong and muscular. The uncontrollable dark hair now simply made him look sexier, as far as Ginny was concerned. And those glasses just topped it off, giving him an intellectual edge. Ginny sighed. He was gorgeous, he knew it, and so did the entire female population of Hogwarts. Including the teachers. She didn't have a chance.
Frowning to herself, she tried to turn her attention back to the game. It was the second of the year, Slytherin having flattened Hufflepuff in the first one. Now Gryffindor were fixing to do the same to Ravenclaw. It wasn't really much of a contest; In the end it was always Gryffindor and Slytherin that it came down to. Already, Gryffindor were ahead 80-0. Harry was circling the field high above, and from what Ginny could tell, looking a little too confident.
And he really had every right to be, because at that moment, Harry had spotted the snitch. Glancing over at the Ravenclaw seeker even as he began to turn his broom, Harry saw that the poor guy had no idea. In seconds he was clutching the snitch in his hand triumphantly, as the Gryffindor crowd rose to their feet in a loud cheer.
Before Ginny knew it, the Gryffindor crowd had surged to their feet, caught up in the victory. Unfortunately for Ginny, someone's feet were also caught up their bag, and this person fell over as they stood up, right onto Ginny, in turn knocking Ginny off her feet. She had a slight moment of surprise, enough time to think oh, shit, before her head connected with the seat in front of her, very effectively knocking her out.
~*~
"Mister Malfoy! I refuse to listen to this nonsense! There will be plenty of time to take this up with the headmaster after you've taken this and had a good long sleep."
Ginny awoke groggily to the sound of voices arguing loudly not far away.
"I don't think you quite understand." A man was saying, and she could hear the anger in his voice, quiet as it was. "It was just an accident. Things just got out of hand."
"Please! Quiet down! You are not the only patient here, Draco. The headmaster will not take any action until your side of the story has been heard, I can promise you that. Now drink this."
She recognized the voices now, as Madam Pomfrey and Draco Malfoy. It seemed Malfoy was worried about getting into trouble about something. Ginny sincerely hoped he had done something that would get him expelled, or at least in detention for a few months. Caught up in her ill wishes for Malfoy, she was surprised when the curtain around her bed was suddenly whipped open.
"Ah, you're awake, Miss Weasley. I hope Mr Malfoy didn't wake you up… troublesome boy, he is." She frowned. "You took quite a bump on the head there. I've fixed it up as best I can, but I'm afraid you'll have a little bruise for a while. I don't like messing too much with head injuries, too dangerous. Are you feeling okay?" Madam Pomfrey didn't even wait for an answer, as she bustled around to the side of her bed, taking her temperature, checking her head, and asking questions non stop, barely waiting for the answers.
"Oh. Your friends came by earlier. Had a horrific job getting rid of them. They left you some things," she gestured to the bedside table. "I told them they could come and visit you this evening."
"Thank you." Ginny replied, then, "How long am I going to be in here for?"
"Oh, just tonight. You should be able to get back to class tomorrow. I need to keep an eye on you tonight, though. Head injuries can be fickle things."
"Okay." Ginny was relieved she wouldn't miss any classes. It probably wouldn't matter, but if she got behind in potions… she shuddered to think.
"I've got to go check on Mr Malfoy again. You make sure you rest up, dear." And with that Madam Pomfrey was gone again.
Ginny turned her attention to the bedside table. A book from Hermione which made Ginny laugh and roll her eyes, "Great Love Stories of the Magic World". A box of chocolates from Ron – his favorite kind not hers she noticed – and – a card from Harry? Her heart involuntarily skipped a beat. The card was white, with a tiny little silver unicorn playing happily on the front. It was beautiful. Holding her breath, she opened the card and read the inscription.
"Ginny,
I'm sorry about your fall. I hope you get better soon.
Love,
Harry"
She thought her heart had stopped for a second, when she read the words "Love, Harry". The card was short and simple… but oh, it could mean so much. He had signed it "love". Did that mean he liked her, or was it just brotherly, you're-my-best-friend's-sister kind of love? She grinned to herself. It was much better than nothing. It gave her hope.
She was still grinning stupidly, clutching the card to her chest, when somebody pulled open the curtain and stumbled in.
It was Draco Malfoy, wearing nothing but red boxer shorts, and looking very confused.
"What-" he began, just as she shrieked.
"What are you doing here, Weasley?" he asked, as though she had stumbled into his room wearing only her bedclothes.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" she hissed back, trying to regain her composure.
"Where's Goyle?" he asked, ignoring her.
"How the hell should I know?" she replied, annoyed already. She was not noticing how good he looked in just those boxers. She was definitely not staring at his thin but muscular form, and she wasn't marveling at the fact that his skin was the same pale white all over, his hair the same blonde… oh no, no way was she going there, she thought, shaking her head viciously to remove the thought.
His head tipped to the side quizzically. "What on earth are you doing? Is there something wrong with you?" he asked. He said it as though he wasn't surprised, as though he expected there to be something wrong with her. Ginny was getting mad.
"Wrong with me, Malfoy? You're the one bursting into my room wearing nothing but your boxers, asking me where your friends are. And you're asking what's wrong with me?"
He stared at her, and those soulless gray eyes seemed to read her every thought.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" he asked, half grinning, half sneering.
Suddenly, and much to Ginny's relief, they were interrupted.
"What is going on here?" Madam Pomfrey fumed. "Mr Malfoy, get back in bed this instant! Leave Miss Weasley alone! I've had enough from you for one day!" she said indignantly, taking his arm.
"Sorry about that, dear." She directed at Ginny, before she pulled Malfoy away.
Lying back on her pillow, Ginny let out a sigh of relief. As she drifted off to sleep, she didn't even realize that she had completely forgotten about the card from Harry.
~*~
A/N: Okay, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, though god knows I've read enough of it. I know it's kinda corny at the moment, but I'm hoping it'll get better. Anyway, please, please, please, REVIEW it!!!!