AN: O.o I got so many good reviews for this story that I just had to continue. I was surprised, with Harry being such a big idiot in the first chapter, I thought I was gonna get flamed. As soon as I finish writing this little Authors note I shall start on the next chapter ^____________^ I have it nicely planned out and everything. I got lots of ideas for the story (most of which I had though of already, ^^ u all read my mind) Thank you guys for the reviews, your the reason this story is continuing!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series, it owns MEEEEEE!!!!! It keeps me in a basement in a straight jacket in front of my computer so I'm forced to type with my toes!
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The hallways in the dungeons where icy cold as Draco Malfoy walked leisurely down its stone corridors, his heavy charcoal cloak draped over his shoulders, the silver in the clasp shone with an eerie light. His leather gloved hands holding the paperwork that he was currently reading, trying not to run into anyone or anything as he double checked his students essays. They were, surprisingly, well written, something he hadn't expected coming from the snot nosed brats that made up the younger Slytherin's, not that he would ever repeat that to anyone. It seemed to him that he had made a good choice when he had asked the current head girl to help his students.
He shook his head at the thought, he was sounding like an actual teacher, that in itself was just odd. As he reached the last steps going up to the main corridor, he saw one of the first years that he was thinking about on his way down. He closed the green folder in his hands and greeted him.
"Good evening Richard, are you done with all of your holiday Homework?" His voice was low and a little sharp, but his students were used to it by now, and those who weren't would just squirm.
"Almost, just need to get my charms essay completed and I'll be done." Richard was a slightly fish faced boy with curly brown hair, he was wearing royal blue casual robes and a thick knitted scarf.
Draco narrowed his eyes, "Then why aren't you in the library doing it?"
Richard tried to hide his discomfort, "I wanted to ask the Head Girl for help again, but I cant find her."
"That's not an excuse, you should at least try to do it on your own, but since you seem to be unable to grasp anything with that thick head of yours, I'll have to ask Ms. Weasley to assist you."
Richard nodded before running off to his common room to find his school work. Draco sneered at the boy, slightly disgusted at what the Slytherin House had been reduced to after the fall of the Death Eaters when the Dark Lord was defeated. Not that he liked all of that mess that his father had dragged them into, he hated anything to do with the whole ordeal in the first place. But after everything had happened last year, the Slytherin House had lost all of its edge when a lot of its students died as they followed their parents orders. Vincent Crabbe was one of the first, along with his other friend Gregory Goyle, the only friends he was allowed to associate with consisted in them and they died at the hands of highly trained Aurors. Pansy Parkinson died trying to help her father escape shortly afterwards, her father ran as fast as he could, not caring that his only daughter was dead, her face, forever formed into a silent scream...
He closed his eyes as he remembered hearing his father laugh about it before he was killed as well, he died trying to leave everything behind, not caring that his wife Narcissa was being held in custody because of him.
A small shiver ran through him before he brushed all of those thoughts behind him as he made his way to the Great Hall, when he arrived he tried to find a flash of red, but the Head Girl wasn't there. He found Professor McGonagall drinking her hot chocolate as she got ready to leave the almost finished dinner. He walked up to her and took the seat beside her.
"Professor have you..."
"Draco, for the last time, you are no longer a student, call me Minerva."
Draco flashed the stern woman a brilliant smirk, "I beg your pardon, Minerva, force of habit. But as I was saying, have you seen Ms. Weasley? I need to ask her to help a first year of mine with his homework."
"She didn't come down to dinner, but she might be with Harry since he came to visit the Headmaster."
Draco's smirk faded into a frown at the mention of Harry, "Potter's here?"
Professor Mc McGonagall narrowed her eyes, "Yes Harry is here. He left after he had a quick bite to go find her."
Draco's frown deepened, but it was because he now had to ask that rather annoying Head Boy, that reminded him of Percy Weasley, for help, and that was it, right?
"Right, thank you Minerva, have a pleasant evening."
"You too Draco, don't work to hard dear, you'll end up straining yourself."
He left the Great Hall and decided that instead of asking the Ravenclaw Head Boy, he would just pop in to the Griffindor Common Room to leave her a message if she wasn't there. As a Professor he knew the other House Passwords, and as an old student, he knew the fastest way to the Portrait was to go through the small passage that lead straight to it. Ducking under a tapestry, he made his way to the portrait, but as he passed another passage he saw Potter passing by with a smirk on his lips. The smirk made Draco want to punch him, but what unnerved him was a feeling that something happened, but he didn't know what it was. Harry Potter walked with his hands in his pockets, whistling to himself, every once in a while singing parts of the tune.
"I'm singing in the rain, yes siiiiiinging in the rain!" (AN: Small little reference to a movie there, anyone tell me where its from? ^_^)
Draco watched him leave off in the opposite direction, he snapped out of it as soon as he was out of view and came out of the small passage that was on the other side of a large bust of one of the founders. He walked up to the painting and muttered the password.
"Mugen."
The fat lady smiled at him suggestively, "Good evening Professor, I hope the holidays find you well."
"Yes, I hope the same for you, is Ms. Weasley inside by any chance?"
The Fat Lady Pursed her lips, "Yes, she came earlier with Mr. Potter, she hasn't left the common room since."
She swung open and Draco thanked her before making his way inside, everyone still hadn't returned from dinner so it was empty. There were two staircases in front of him and he decided on the one the right.
After a few minutes of knocking on the door marked Head Girl, almost tempted to break it down, he tried the door knob and it swung open. The room looked like it was normally tidy, but the bed was ruffled and there were a few garments of clothes leading towards it. He looked down at the floor and saw the sweater he had seen Ginny wearing earlier when he had last spoken to her, laying next to a skirt. He looked around the room and saw that there was a door open in the corner, big clouds of steam were coming from it. Something made him walk towards it, he felt the hot steam flush his face red as he entered the foggy bathroom, the floor was wet, and the bath mat was squishy under his shoes.
The shower was running, and from the steam he could tell that the water must have been scolding hot, the shower curtain was halfway closed so the water was spilling out onto the floor. He felt his heart drop down to his stomach as he called out lightly.
"Ginny?"
He moved closer to the shower and heard a small whimper from inside, he pushed back the curtain and backed up at the sight that meet his eyes.
Virginia Weasley sat in the corner of the small shower, shaking, despite the scorching water that pelted her skin, her hands digging into the skin of her arms that where wrapped around her legs. Her eyes were staring right at him, but he was sure that she couldn't see anything in front of her. She looked dead, or at least that she wished she was as she starred lifelessly passed him.
Draco snapped out of it and quickly turned off the water, taking off his cloak he wrapped Ginny in it and carried her to the main room. He set her on the bed and tried to get a reaction from her, but to no avail.
He shook her shoulders slightly, making her head drop to her chest, "Weasley? Snap out of it!"
She started shivering from the cold, her lips slowly turned to a soft blue and purple circles were forming under her eyes. Draco didn't know what else to do so he just wrapped her in the burgundy comforter that had been thrown off of the bed earlier.
Ginny's color improved but not by much, she started coming out of her daze as Draco kept trying to get her to come too.
"Weasley, can you hear me?"
She finally acknowledged his presence, but didn't say anything, he ran a hand through his hair as he finally made a decision.
"I'll be right back, I'm going to go get Madam Pomfray."
It was then that she finally came out of her daze, "N-no p-p-please don't."
Draco calmed down a bit at the sound of her voice, but he shook his head and spoke in a stern voice, "You need Medical attention, and Madam Pomfray will help."
Ginny tiredly shook her head, "No...you don't understand..."
"Fine then make me understand, what the hell happened here?"
She looked away, and whispered in a horse voice, "You wouldn't believe it, so there's no point..."
Draco looked at her as it slowly dawned on him. The smirk, the walk, his little tune to himself, the feeling that something had happened... It all fit.
"Potter." He snarled the name as he turned around and tried to see if he could catch up with the bastard and show the world what the real Harry Potter actually was. As he rushed to the door her voice stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Pl-pl-please Prof-fesor..."
It hit him like a sledgehammer hitting a watermelon. Professor? He was a Professor and as he turned around to look at Ginny, he realized that he couldn't go after Potter, no matter how much he wanted to do so. He had to stay here and help his student in their time of need. He softly closed the door and placed a silencing charm and embraced her in his arms to a comforting hug. And he let her cry, he let her cry about everything, soothing words escaped his lips as he stroked her hair, her whimpers were only heard by him. Her small hands escaped the comforter to cling to his robes as she fell asleep, her body still shook as she was plagued by dreams that refused to let her rest.
The whole time, Draco held her small frail body in his arms, one main thought ran through his head.
I am Professor Draco Malfoy, Head of Slytherin and Potions Master, and NO ONE hurts my students!
But one thought ran through his mind so quickly that he almost didn't catch it, but he did, and his shock was nothing compared to the feeling of not knowing what to do. He just laid propped against the headboard with Virginia Weasley's broken form in his arms, angry, filled with thoughts of decapitation and castration for a certain scar-headed individual, and confused.
And no one hurts her without dealing with me...
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AN: There it is, I added on, if this chapter is just crap and makes the first look bad then I'll remove it. I liked the first on alone but I like this chapter too. Oh well.