A\N—Ok, Not only have I gotten my disk back, I've finished my summer HW (with 5 days left thank you very much) gotten two new disks, and turned 16. I am indeed multitalented. Ummm…I have nothing left to say. If you know anything funny email me, I need a laugh.

Chapter 5

When it rains, it pours

Disclaimer- There have been four other chapters before this one. Has any one of them led you to believe that I own Harry Potter?

Almost two days had passed since Draco Malfoy had been admitted to the hospital wing, but although Madame Promfrey was able to assure his visitors that he was no longer in any pain, and would continue to recover throughout the next two weeks, he had yet to actually "wake up." Ginny could be found in the infirmary on most days between and after classes, and Fred, George or Angelina often joined her. Ron Harry and Hermione had even shown up several times, which had at first worried Ginny more than it had comforted her.

"Miss Weasley?" The voice of Madame Promfrey made Ginny jump out of the chair she had pulled up to Draco's bedside.

"Yes'm?"

"It's nearly midnight Miss Weasley. I normally don't allow visitors this late."

"Yes Madame Promfrey." Ginny replied reluctantly, gathering up the small amount of things she had brought with her from Transfiguration.

The Mediwitch, satisfied Ginny was leaving went into her store room to gather the nights last rounds of potions, and make sure she had everything she needed for the night watch.

As Ginny was walking away from the bed she heard a small noise. She turned around to see Draco Malfoy, sitting up slightly, and looking at her through one lazy gray eye.

"Draco!" She cried out in relief.

A strange distressed look crossed Draco's face, full of conflicting emotions. He looked so miserable for a moment that Ginny debated on calling the nurse. He seemed to shake it off however, and his gaze grew more piercing.

"Why are you here Gi- Weasel?" He said finally, his voice starting out in a whisper and growing to a sneer.

"I-I-I-…" faltered Ginny.

"Did I not tell you to just go away and not asked why?" His drawling voice had taken on a more menacing tone.

"You told me a lot of things Malfoy." Ginny sighed finally.

Draco stared at her for a moment, then continued. "As much as I appreciate your concern Weasel, if you would kindly leave? And actually STAY AWAY THIS TIME." He fell back involuntarily on his pillows, drained from sitting up, yelling, and something much more painful.

Despite the fact that Draco had just reopened a still new wound, Ginny had to forcibly hold herself back from helping him up. Not knowing what else to do, she picked up her stuff and walked out the door. She was getting tired of this emotional roller coaster.

As Ginny left, a much taller, and older figure swept in.

Before the new arrival could even open his mouth to speak to Draco, Madame Promfrey reappeared. "Headmaster! This really is quite ridiculous. It's past midnight! If you would please leave…"

Dumbledore shook his head. "This won't take long Poppy."

Madame Promfrey sighed in defeat. "Where have I heard that before."

"Professor?" Draco whispered (a\n in as drawling a whisper as he could manage of course.)

"Mr. Malfoy." Nodded Dumbledore. "I am glad to see you awake and alive. As I'm sure your peers are as well. Indeed, Miss Weasley has rarely left your side. And Misters Crabbe and Goyle came in as well. Though, between the two of us I think they were looking for the Great Hall."

Draco smiled slightly. "They wouldn't even realize I was in here professor."

Dumbledore shook his head. "You would be surprised at the line of well wishers you have received Mr. Malfoy. Which brings me to the matter at hand."

"Professor, I really don't wish to discuss this. I'm feeling rather tired."

"Mr. Malfoy, Ginny Weasley has been sitting by you for nearly two days straight. Would you care to tell me why you continuously send her away?"

No. Thought Draco, but he opened his mouth and spoke anyway, his normal drawl back in place, despite his shamed look. "Which reasons would you like Professor? I'm a bloody coward. Malfoy's don't try to kill themselves. That's not something I can just ignore. And of course no one else would either. They'll look at me as the poor little Malfoy who needs to be watched all the time and is dangerously depressed. Malfoy's aren't the only people who don't forget and forgive"

"You have been given a second chance for a reason Mr. Malfoy. People survive curses for a reason. Do not forget the past, or try to down grade your pain. Simply look to the future. And happiness."

"And 'happiness'. Were exactly does one look for happiness?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Happiness is found in different places of course. But One could start with Ginny Weasley."

Draco looked at Dumbledore, disappointed in his wisdom. "I can't have that sir. You should know it. My father has plans for me. Plans that I can not escape. Plans that could hurt—the people I lo—I mean my—frie—well, just plans that could hurt. Everyone. Even me. He said to get rid of Ginny, there's nothing else to do."

Dumbledore's face grew serious again, though his eyes still sparkled. "Mr. Malfoy, were you aware it is impossible to become a Deatheater without a desire to fulfill that position? You are your own person Mr. Malfoy."

Draco looked at him in shock. This was not anything he had ever considered before. "My father has more than being a death eater in mind for me Professor Dumbledore. And believe me, its nothing I have a choice in." Despite his words, his voice was more hopeful.

"I did not say that being One's own person was easy Draco. I do not claim it is painless, and I can promise there is hurt. But you do not need to bow to anyone. You are not controlled, not by Voldemort, and not by your father. Your life is yours, and do remember that if ever again you should think of ending it."

"I won't Professor."

"Well, that is good to hear. Smile boy, you're alive, and you'll be out of here in a few days. Unlike me, who must skid addle now, for Poppy is coming back."

And with that, Dumbledore left the Hospital wing, and Madame Promfrey promptly gave Draco a sleep inducing potion and then quickly blew out the light and scurried into her adjacent room, making sure to cast her monitoring spell around the ward.

Three more days had passed .since Draco had first regained consciousness, and Ginny had taken his advice and stayed away from the hospital wing. She had done other things, as everyone suggested, to get her mind off of Draco. She went to watch the Quidditch practices, had gotten Ron to teach her how to play chess, borrowed several long books from Hermione, and even helped Neville with his potions homework. She kept up with the going ons in the Hospital Wing by sending Fred, George and Angelina (or sometimes Harry, Ron and Hermione) up to the infirmary only once a day to check on his progress, which remained the same, alert yet weak. On this particular day, she was staring out the window as she finished her Transfiguration homework and carefully placed her supplies back in her bag for the next day. Although it was not yet late, the sky was dark, mostly black, but purple and greenish clouds swirled crazily around the sky, propelled by gale force winds. Lighting lit up the crazy sky, and the rain pounded against the window sill, running down the windowpane like tears or busy little clear bugs, leaving trails behind them.

"The problem." Ginny thought dully, "with the end of the world, is not so much that the world stops, but comes in the fact that the world keeps going despite everything." A moment passed, the silence broken only by a savage rumble of thunder.

Suddenly Ginny began to rifle madly through her back. "Bugger! I left my wand in the Quidditch stands." Lightening forked across the sky again. Ginny sighed, and hurried down to the Great Hall, and started out the door.

Halfway down the steps, she gasped. Coming across the grounds toward her, nearly hidden in the heavy down pour, yet illuminated against the sky with each flash of lightening, was one pale haired boy, soaking wet and now coming at her at a run. She to began to run, and they met together in the down pour, reflexively pressed against each other against the storm.

"Draco!" Ginny gasped. "Shouldn't you be resting or something?"

Draco shrugged, and smirked surprisingly good naturedly. "I got out of the Hospital Wing. I've just got to go to bed early, or something silly like that. Anyway, I had to talk to you."

Ginny looked at him, automatically concerned, but then grinned slightly. "Draco Malfoy, is that my wand in your pocket or our you just happy to see me?"

Draco laughed, unflustered. "Actually it's your wand. I found it in the Quidditch Pitch."

Thunder rumbled, reminding the couple that they were outside in the middle of the storm that ate Hogwarts. Ginny shivered. She was about to pull Draco inside when his mouth covered her own. It was a simple kiss, innocent, lasting only a few seconds, but seemingly going on forever, and both Ginny and Draco forgot once again about the torrent around them. They kissed, surrounded by a curtain of rain, and both of them knew that everything was going to work out after all.

A\N—So, there we have chapter 5. I'm trying to work on the formatting, let me know if it's working. Next chapter, (LAST CHAPTER) more Weasley twins So… Read and Review and let me know if there are any details that I am leaving out or are confusing. I love praise, but flames are welcome cause Draco and Ginny need to dry off.