There's A Thin Line Between Love & Hate

Ten

The End

Ginny felt as if she was suffocated. Moments passed, as she stood there, numb. As the crash came, her eardrums couldn't hear anymore, no more breathing, or screaming. Just pure silence. She felt her head hit against glass, and she crashed into the hard ground, and felt her head oddly wet. Strands of hair were pulled over, and she felt her eyelashes flutter close as she saw a flash of silver hair. Darkness flooded her, and she felt the pale heartbeat in her chest decrease slowly, along with another small one...

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"Hey, how you doing?"

"Not good." Harry turned to face Hermione, and smiled weakly at her.

Hermione gave him a cup of coffee and gave him a comforting smile, though she looked as if she was trying hard not to cry.

"Harry..."

"Don't say it."

"What if something happens, you know? To her? I mean, we- I never really got to know her that well at Hogwarts..."

"She's going to be fine!" Harry snapped, glaring at his best friend. Hermione shut her mouth quickly, knowing it was the best thing to do in that moment.

"Shouldn't we try a - a healing charm, or anything?" she whispered. Harry shook his head.

"No, Mione, I have read over a thousand pages about spells and charms, and all I can think of are six basic healing charms that can heal small wounds. And you know better than to do magic in front of muggles. Anyways, she's going to be fine. She is. She is," he murmured, tyring to convince himself.

Suddenly, a curly haired woman wearing a white overgown came out, and they both jumped hurriedly toward her. She held out a hand to stop them.

"She's not doing very well. We've taken her into the coma, but I think her and her baby's lives are in danger."

"Baby? What baby?" Harry repeated blankly.

Hermione just stared. The doctor bit her lip. "She was impregnated when she was in the car crash. We've ran some tests, and it doesn't look like she has much of a chance."

"Is - is the baby going to be alright?" asked Hermione tentavely. The doctor peered over at Hermione over her glasses.

"There's a very short chance that she will. You two may see her, but only for a few moments, I'll be back to do more tests on her soon."

As soon as the curly haired woman had gone, Hermione turned to Harry and they both stared at each other. "Well, Room 213, then," Hermione muttered. Then she looked up at Harry's woeful expression and broke down crying. Within seconds, Harry was holding her, rocking her back and forth steadily.

"It'll be okay..."

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"Creo."

Oh, if only Madame Pompfrey was here! Draco thought with disgust. He had tried simple healing charms, but all they did were make the scars on her arms vanish within seconds. He had tried them on her head, but she had only showed movement of her fingers. He needed to think of something, fast. Anything...he thought back at other life savers in Witchcraft and Wizardry...Charms, Transfiguration didn't help...

Potions. He thought back to all the notes he had taken back at Hogwarts, and the truth hit him like a brick. Unicorn blood. "It'll save you if you are an inch from death...", that he had learned back in his sixth year. He didn't think of anything else. He needed unicorn blood, fast. But where would he get it?


"Malfoy!"

Draco jumped up from the chair he was sitting beside Ginny's beside, looking at her pale face, and in the doorway stood Harry, and Hermione Granger. He was far too worried about Ginny to concentrate on insulting or taunting, teasing Hermione about her muggleborn parents.

"Look, there's a way! Unicorn blood! It can save her," Draco told them excitedly. Hermione opened her mouth to answer, but Harry beat her to it.

"You dumbass! Unicorn blood WOULD save her life, and maybe her baby's too, but from the moment the blood touches her lips, she would have a cursed life..."

"A cursed life?" Draco breathed blankly. "What do you mean, Potter?" he snarled.

" I don't know exactly...'Mione?"

Hermione looked a bit tentative to answer.

"I've...I've never seen it for myself, but I think what they mean, is that, she would have a harsh life, and...and there are other effects..."

"I don't care Granger! Don't you understand that I don't want anything more than to save her life? I hate to say this, but even the baby doesn't matter anymore...I swear to God I'll kill myself if she dies, if you guys let her die! Don't think I won't!"

Malfoy looked so serious that it was hard to not take the warning and threat seriously. Harry took an intake of his breath. Even if Ginny did have a cursed life, without a baby, she would still have friends to help her through, AND a loving husband...he wanted her alive, speaking, yelling, it didn't matter, he just wanted her alive. And he hated to admit it, but although Malfoy was known to be a sworn enemy, he didn't want him to die, exactly.

"Who's going to get the blood? I think they sell it at Knockturn Alley, but it won't come cheap."

"I'll get it," offered Hermione softly.

Draco glared at her. "Better act like a pureblood, Granger, they don't favor muggleborns."

Hermione glared back. "I think I can handle myself, thanks. And I'm not doing it for you...I'm doing it for Ginny. For Ginny," she added softly.

She took out her wand and apparated, leaving Draco and Harry alone with each other.

"Want to sit?" Draco offered, nodding at his chair. "I'll get some water."

He left, leaving Harry alone with Ginny. Harry reached for Ginny's hand, unsure of what to do. It felt cold and limp in his fingers, but as he squeezed it tight, he felt a sudden twitch of movement, and warmth was rising once more before it settled into icy coldness once again.

He began to speak, feeling oddly stupid, but then everything he wanted to say started rushing out of his mouth.

"Oh God Gin, please don't die. I know life's been hell and all, I don't even know if you can hear me. Just don't die. I know our marriage isn't a sucess, but we'll work on it, with or without a baby. And if you want out, I'd rather divorce you than have you die. Please, please don't...Hermione needs you, I need you, and I hate to say this, but Draco...he - he loves you, Gin. I love you too, but he loves you much more, something I can't even understand. Ron's on his way, I think...he loves you too. And your whole big family...they'll come too...if you get better. Please get better...please...I'll let you go, Gin...I'll let Draco have you, I'll let you go, it doesn't matter if you're mine or not, I just...I want you alive...please? You could always be with Draco, it doesn't...it doesn't matter...anymore..." his voice softly cracked, and in seconds, he jumped up in alarm as arms went around him from behind. He looked up to see Hermione, her eyes shining.

"I've got..the blood," she said softly. He blinked, letting the tears fall out.

"Good...good..."

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He wandered around the halls aimlessly, sometimes stopping at various rooms and peeking in. Awful sights, muggles in wheelchairs, muggles having surgery...It was all so frightning. He didn't want to reveal his feelings, but he felt guilty when he tried to conceal them. He finally found a nearby bathroom that was deserted and he looked at his pale, sulken face in the mirror before he punched the mirror, his fist going right through the glass. He winced in pain, blood pouring through his fingers. Tears had stained his cheeks before he even knew what was happening.

He groaned in pain, and kicked the sink. Hard.

"Damn you Virginia Weasley! DAMN YOU! You stupid bitch, WHY DID YOU MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU, you stupid BITCH!" Draco kicked the wall several times before he fell against it, his hands over his face. It scared him that he was crying about and yelling like this. Ginny had fucked him up so bad, and she didn't even have to be awake to do it.

--==--

"Draco?"

"You got it?"

"Yes. Why is your fist bleeding?"

"Just pour the blood in, Potter."

"You do it."

"Fine."

Draco limped against his severe leg and winced at the pain striking in his palm. He took the cup from Potter, and opened Ginny's gentle lips slightly. He poured the liquid in, which was colored silver, and watched slowly as it went in.

"DRACO! STOP! I can't let you do this!" Hermione lunged for his hand and pushed the cup away.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

"'Mione!" Harry exclaimed.

"It's the side affects of the curse...she won't remember..." her voice faded away softly as Ginny fluttered her eyes open.

"Gin!" Draco grinned widely, and grabbed her, planting a kiss on her lips.

She pushed him away.

"What's wrong?"

Ginny Weasley gave him a blank stare.

"Who're you?"

"She won't remember you..." Hermione finished.

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The end. Blame the sad ending on the song by Lucy Woodward, Dumb Girls.

Hey, I was gonna make Gin die, so be grateful.

I'm really tired, loved all your supporting reviews, LOVE YOU ALL...there is most likely going to be a sequel.

Love,

Finished 3/8/03 -Court

12:59 P.M.