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Chapter 12: Blood or death
Draco just stood there and watched the scene as if it were in slow motion. Seamus shoots the gun; Ron jumps in front of Draco and falls to the floor as Seamus runs out through the kitchen window.
Hermione was crying on the ground next to Ron who had his eyes closed and his breathing slowed.
Draco was surprised that Ron would do such a thing. He knew that Ron didn't do it for him, but he did it for Ginny. Still, he didn't think Ron had that much courage.
"Is Ron alright?" Ginny asked hugging Draco to her as she watched Hermione cry on Ron's chest.
"I'm fine." They all heard him answer.
Hermione almost leapt for joy. She squeezed him. "Oww." He cried out.
"I'm sorry." Hermione said backing away and examining the wound. Blood covered the front of his night cloths, but the wound was on his shoulder. He had lost a lot of blood even though it only happened moments ago. "He was shot in his shoulder and he's losing blood rather quickly."
"I'll go wake mum and dad." Ginny said as she ran up the stairs.
"Here." Draco said handing Hermione his expensive pajama top.
"What are you doing?" She asked taking the top, cluelessly.
"Use it to stop the blood." Draco said rolling his eyes as if it were the most logical thing to do.
"Oh, are you sure." She asked noting that it probably cost a lot because it was Malfoy, she didn't think he owned nothing that wasn't expensive or cost a fortune.
"Yes, I'm sure. He saved Ginny's life." He wandered over to the sink. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water. "How shallow do you think I am?" He asked as he turned around to face her.
"He also saved yours." She pointed out.
"Not really, he wouldn't have done it if Ginny weren't right behind me." He stated taking a sip on his water and then setting the cup on the counter.
"How can you be so sure?" Hermione rapped the top around Ron's shoulder. "Can you hand me a towel so I can at least wipe off some of the excess blood."
"I'm sure because he hates me and you don't save an enemy." He walked over to the little closet in the hallway and took a towel out of it, strolled back in and sat on the floor next to her. "He knows I probably wouldn't do it for him, that's why." He handed her the towel and watched her as she started to work.
"I don't know. I think you too are now becoming friends." She smiled and set the towel aside as she kissed a sleeping Ron on the cheek.
"You're already thinking about 5 centuries ahead. A Malfoy can never become friends with a Weasley."
Hermione looked at him and laughed. "But they can fall in love with one. That's weird."
"Funny Granger." Draco looked down at Ron's unmoving body. "What are we going to do about him?"
"Are we concerned?" She giggled when she saw his expression turn to horrified. "Well, we are going to take him to St. Mungo's to get him treated."
"I'm pretty sure he shouldn't be sleeping when he just got shot." Draco heard the sound of rustling upstairs and knew that the family was getting ready to go to the hospital. He envied Ron, he wish he had had a family like that. When his father was alive and Draco was a small boy hurt lying on the ground, even sometimes dying, his father would walk by and tell the house elf's to carry him to his room because he was taking up his precious walking space. Ron was lucky that his family cared about him so much.
"Yeah I know but he's not sleeping he passed out from the blood loss. I do wish they would hurry up." Hermione put her hands in her lap and studied Draco for a minute. He looked a little upset, although she wasn't sure why. She wished Draco would talk to her, but she knew he would close up as soon as she asked, so she let him be.
Fred and George were the first one's to come running into the kitchen. "Is he okay?" They both asked at the same time. They were fully dressed and Fred, or who Hermione thought was Fred, had a bag in his hand. She was sure it was for Ron because there was no doubt he would have to be there probably for about a day or two.
"He'll be fine if we get him to the hospital quickly." Draco answered before Hermione could.
"MUM!" George yelled up the stairs. "HURRY UP!"
Ginny came down the stairs. She walked over to Hermione and Draco. "How is he doing?" She asked. She really didn't care what his condition was as long as he lived though it. She still has to tell him thank you; she didn't have the time when he was awake for the couple of minutes.
Molly and Arthur rushed into the kitchen. "Alright, I want you two." Molly pointed to Fred and George. "To stay here."
"What! We can't stay here." They both started to yell in protest, but Molly ignored them all.
"Please. Hand the bag to Draco, Fred." She turned to Draco. "You don't mind carrying it do you dear?"
Draco smiled. "Of course I don't Mrs. Weasley."
"Call me Molly please."
"Alright Molly." He said as he grabbed a hold of the bag Fred chucked at him.
"Please be good, we will call when we find out his condition. Don't get into trouble." She asked them as Arthur led her out the front door.
Draco tossed the bag over his shoulder and helped Hermione pick up Ron. "He weighs a ton." Draco complained as they carried him out into the car. "Besides do we have to take that muggle contraption?" He glared at it. He wasn't sure if he was ready to get into a car yet; they didn't seem safe.
"We can't travel by floo powder with him. And we can apparate with him either." Hermione said rolling her eyes. She was nervous. She wondered, how much blood has he lost? Hopefully he'll be okay.
They set him down in the back seat and drove to the hospital as quickly as possible.
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They didn't go to St. Mungo's, they went to the muggle hospital that was closer.
Draco watched as Hermione paced the waiting room. She was really worried and he could tell. It was then that it just hit Draco, Granger loved Weasley. How could he have not known? It was on her face as plain as day, how could he be so stupid.
Ginny stared at Draco, she hadn't realized he had so many facial expressions. He went from watching, to shocked, then to pissed off. What was he thinking? And why was he always so hard to read.
She clutched his hand for support.
Draco looked at her. He had forgotten she was there. She looked a little stressed, and really upset. She looked just as upset as Hermione was, except she wasn't pacing the room, she was cutting the circulation out of Draco's hand.
Molly and Arthur immediately stood up as the doctor walked in.
He approached them with a grave look on his face. "He's lost a lot of blood. He's going to need more." Molly and Arthur nodded. "Is there any of you who has type 0 blood and is willing to give?" He asked hopefully.
Draco looked around the room. They all looked scared to go. He sighed. He had 0 and he would give his blood if it meant making Ginny happy, so he stood up. "I have 0, and I'll do it." He said stiffly. He hated needles; he remembered being poked with them so many times when he was a kid.
Ginny grabbed Draco's wrist before he could leave. "I thought you were scared of needles?" She looked at him unsure.
"I am." He answered truthfully, there was no use lying to her when she already knew. "But if it makes you stop looking like you're going to a wake sometime soon. Then I'll do anything."
Ginny reached up and kissed him. "Thank you Draco." She gave him a watery smile and watched as he walked off out of sight with the doctor.
"This shouldn't hurt very much." The doctor said as he took out the needle.
"Easy for you to say." Draco refused his urge to squirm away and out the door. He closed his eyes when he felt the needle make contact with his flesh. He felt the pain shoot up his arm.
"Stay right here while I get you a bed to lay on." The doctor walked out.
A bed? What on earth for? He defiantly didn't understand Muggles at all. Draco looked around and his eyes fell upon Ron's body. He looked so pale, lifeless; that it made Draco angry.
The doctor came back in with a stretcher. "Here you can lay on this until the process is complete."
Draco looked at him. "And how long should this take?" He asked feeling weak already.
"It depends. I'll have a nurse check every couple of minutes. Just relax." He said as he walked out and down the hallway.
"Yeah, relax. What kind of person can that muggle be? How can I relax when I have my blood being pumped out of me." He looked to the stretcher, it looked inviting.
He crawled onto it and closed his eyes. He opened them and looked at Ron until the scene faded from his view.
A/N: Not really that good but hey, I have no idea where this story is going. Please Review and I'll write more as soon as possible.
A/N: Enjoy R&R.
Chapter 12: Blood or death
Draco just stood there and watched the scene as if it were in slow motion. Seamus shoots the gun; Ron jumps in front of Draco and falls to the floor as Seamus runs out through the kitchen window.
Hermione was crying on the ground next to Ron who had his eyes closed and his breathing slowed.
Draco was surprised that Ron would do such a thing. He knew that Ron didn't do it for him, but he did it for Ginny. Still, he didn't think Ron had that much courage.
"Is Ron alright?" Ginny asked hugging Draco to her as she watched Hermione cry on Ron's chest.
"I'm fine." They all heard him answer.
Hermione almost leapt for joy. She squeezed him. "Oww." He cried out.
"I'm sorry." Hermione said backing away and examining the wound. Blood covered the front of his night cloths, but the wound was on his shoulder. He had lost a lot of blood even though it only happened moments ago. "He was shot in his shoulder and he's losing blood rather quickly."
"I'll go wake mum and dad." Ginny said as she ran up the stairs.
"Here." Draco said handing Hermione his expensive pajama top.
"What are you doing?" She asked taking the top, cluelessly.
"Use it to stop the blood." Draco said rolling his eyes as if it were the most logical thing to do.
"Oh, are you sure." She asked noting that it probably cost a lot because it was Malfoy, she didn't think he owned nothing that wasn't expensive or cost a fortune.
"Yes, I'm sure. He saved Ginny's life." He wandered over to the sink. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water. "How shallow do you think I am?" He asked as he turned around to face her.
"He also saved yours." She pointed out.
"Not really, he wouldn't have done it if Ginny weren't right behind me." He stated taking a sip on his water and then setting the cup on the counter.
"How can you be so sure?" Hermione rapped the top around Ron's shoulder. "Can you hand me a towel so I can at least wipe off some of the excess blood."
"I'm sure because he hates me and you don't save an enemy." He walked over to the little closet in the hallway and took a towel out of it, strolled back in and sat on the floor next to her. "He knows I probably wouldn't do it for him, that's why." He handed her the towel and watched her as she started to work.
"I don't know. I think you too are now becoming friends." She smiled and set the towel aside as she kissed a sleeping Ron on the cheek.
"You're already thinking about 5 centuries ahead. A Malfoy can never become friends with a Weasley."
Hermione looked at him and laughed. "But they can fall in love with one. That's weird."
"Funny Granger." Draco looked down at Ron's unmoving body. "What are we going to do about him?"
"Are we concerned?" She giggled when she saw his expression turn to horrified. "Well, we are going to take him to St. Mungo's to get him treated."
"I'm pretty sure he shouldn't be sleeping when he just got shot." Draco heard the sound of rustling upstairs and knew that the family was getting ready to go to the hospital. He envied Ron, he wish he had had a family like that. When his father was alive and Draco was a small boy hurt lying on the ground, even sometimes dying, his father would walk by and tell the house elf's to carry him to his room because he was taking up his precious walking space. Ron was lucky that his family cared about him so much.
"Yeah I know but he's not sleeping he passed out from the blood loss. I do wish they would hurry up." Hermione put her hands in her lap and studied Draco for a minute. He looked a little upset, although she wasn't sure why. She wished Draco would talk to her, but she knew he would close up as soon as she asked, so she let him be.
Fred and George were the first one's to come running into the kitchen. "Is he okay?" They both asked at the same time. They were fully dressed and Fred, or who Hermione thought was Fred, had a bag in his hand. She was sure it was for Ron because there was no doubt he would have to be there probably for about a day or two.
"He'll be fine if we get him to the hospital quickly." Draco answered before Hermione could.
"MUM!" George yelled up the stairs. "HURRY UP!"
Ginny came down the stairs. She walked over to Hermione and Draco. "How is he doing?" She asked. She really didn't care what his condition was as long as he lived though it. She still has to tell him thank you; she didn't have the time when he was awake for the couple of minutes.
Molly and Arthur rushed into the kitchen. "Alright, I want you two." Molly pointed to Fred and George. "To stay here."
"What! We can't stay here." They both started to yell in protest, but Molly ignored them all.
"Please. Hand the bag to Draco, Fred." She turned to Draco. "You don't mind carrying it do you dear?"
Draco smiled. "Of course I don't Mrs. Weasley."
"Call me Molly please."
"Alright Molly." He said as he grabbed a hold of the bag Fred chucked at him.
"Please be good, we will call when we find out his condition. Don't get into trouble." She asked them as Arthur led her out the front door.
Draco tossed the bag over his shoulder and helped Hermione pick up Ron. "He weighs a ton." Draco complained as they carried him out into the car. "Besides do we have to take that muggle contraption?" He glared at it. He wasn't sure if he was ready to get into a car yet; they didn't seem safe.
"We can't travel by floo powder with him. And we can apparate with him either." Hermione said rolling her eyes. She was nervous. She wondered, how much blood has he lost? Hopefully he'll be okay.
They set him down in the back seat and drove to the hospital as quickly as possible.
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They didn't go to St. Mungo's, they went to the muggle hospital that was closer.
Draco watched as Hermione paced the waiting room. She was really worried and he could tell. It was then that it just hit Draco, Granger loved Weasley. How could he have not known? It was on her face as plain as day, how could he be so stupid.
Ginny stared at Draco, she hadn't realized he had so many facial expressions. He went from watching, to shocked, then to pissed off. What was he thinking? And why was he always so hard to read.
She clutched his hand for support.
Draco looked at her. He had forgotten she was there. She looked a little stressed, and really upset. She looked just as upset as Hermione was, except she wasn't pacing the room, she was cutting the circulation out of Draco's hand.
Molly and Arthur immediately stood up as the doctor walked in.
He approached them with a grave look on his face. "He's lost a lot of blood. He's going to need more." Molly and Arthur nodded. "Is there any of you who has type 0 blood and is willing to give?" He asked hopefully.
Draco looked around the room. They all looked scared to go. He sighed. He had 0 and he would give his blood if it meant making Ginny happy, so he stood up. "I have 0, and I'll do it." He said stiffly. He hated needles; he remembered being poked with them so many times when he was a kid.
Ginny grabbed Draco's wrist before he could leave. "I thought you were scared of needles?" She looked at him unsure.
"I am." He answered truthfully, there was no use lying to her when she already knew. "But if it makes you stop looking like you're going to a wake sometime soon. Then I'll do anything."
Ginny reached up and kissed him. "Thank you Draco." She gave him a watery smile and watched as he walked off out of sight with the doctor.
"This shouldn't hurt very much." The doctor said as he took out the needle.
"Easy for you to say." Draco refused his urge to squirm away and out the door. He closed his eyes when he felt the needle make contact with his flesh. He felt the pain shoot up his arm.
"Stay right here while I get you a bed to lay on." The doctor walked out.
A bed? What on earth for? He defiantly didn't understand Muggles at all. Draco looked around and his eyes fell upon Ron's body. He looked so pale, lifeless; that it made Draco angry.
The doctor came back in with a stretcher. "Here you can lay on this until the process is complete."
Draco looked at him. "And how long should this take?" He asked feeling weak already.
"It depends. I'll have a nurse check every couple of minutes. Just relax." He said as he walked out and down the hallway.
"Yeah, relax. What kind of person can that muggle be? How can I relax when I have my blood being pumped out of me." He looked to the stretcher, it looked inviting.
He crawled onto it and closed his eyes. He opened them and looked at Ron until the scene faded from his view.
A/N: Not really that good but hey, I have no idea where this story is going. Please Review and I'll write more as soon as possible.