The English Patient.

Draco had found unwillingly his arrogance to falter. Weasley..

"Miss Weasley, It's over... Harry Potter...has destroyed the Dark Lord. Go, go find your brother's.. We'll take him to a medi witch."

He remembered the details of the flight from danger. Every last one, from the way someone had taken the weight off his cracked broken legs, and heaved him onto their back, speaking loud and clear as they ran off with Draco holding on tightly. Yes, he held on for dear life, because for once in his life he was extremely vulnerable; and who it was that decided to help him though they could easily fall vulnerable as well, did not matter.

He knew it was a girl, from her voice, but more so from when he was crying out in the endless pain upon his legs, she had grabbed him and held him still. Tried too anyways, and he only fought and kicked because he couldn't stand the situation. He a Malfoy was in pain, and pain caused by both what he thought was his own House, and from his own stupidity. Thinking he was flawless and he wasn't. Thinking he would escape the wrath from the path he choose, because after all even if he wasn't a Death Eater, he was still Richer than most. He deserved to be let off right?

Wrong. Harsh reality literally tumbled down onto him and took away one of his truthfully most precious powers. The Power to run away. Yet something calmed his screams and kicks, something that whispered a promise into his hear and kept it as long as she could with raw magic.

"Draco Malfoy! Stop it!! I'll heal you my self but you must stop! I swear I'll heal you, I promise I'll make sure you are ok! But you can not utter a single word!"

Her whisper caused his heart to slow from a wild panic, to a soft thump to match her own. Maybe she didn't know what she was doing, but he was sure of it himself. She had created a bond, and not because she'd get anything out of it. Though him being quiet would aid to them not being found she wasn't just protecting her self, was she? Not because she could later use it as blackmail. She created a strong magical bond, because she did not dare save her love selfishly. She gave to those in need, and Draco was in much need.

In return he allowed the bond to connect, and decided right then and there, he would return the same unselfish love she gave freely. Things like, what House she was in, if she was gorgeous, or simple and plain, if she was rich or poor, none of it mattered. What mattered was his realization in those precious moments, that indeed reality was harsh, but it wasn't the end of the world. It had a sweet side to it too, so when you scraped your knee it would also kiss it better.

She had healed him, maybe not fully, but she was just a student too right? By then she gave all she could to fulfill her promise for the time being, and before he was taken away by what sounded like Professor Snape and another wizard, he left his own magic in her along with a simple gift, all her could rustle up. A silver ring encrusted with an emerald atop it.

Right after he had heard those words that shifted him into a few months of utter Confusion for his feelings.

"Miss Weasley, It's over... "

Weasley? What?

Now he was saying the same thing, out loud despite thinking it was in his head

"Weasley? What?"

"Yes?"

He wished he could see her suddenly. To see if it was all true. He didn't think he'd see her again, well he didn't think he'd ever see again. Yet hear her voice again, it was borderline heaven and hell.

Heaven because he always heard it in his dreams, when they were nightmares of his world going dark, there was always a light whispering promise of healing. Hell because frankly, he couldn't help but feel rather against that half that wanted to hug the youngest Weasley for her unselfish love.

The Malfoy cunning was quick though, and he chose for now to go with what she said, if she wanted to question what happened, he'd only question with her. If not, well then they'd just pretend it never happened? Maybe she thought he didn't remember...

" I'll take a glass of water, make sure it's only three pieces of ice, I can't stand overly cold water. I want..."

Ginny memorized his perfect little order, of certain this and that's on top of so on and so on. Maybe she was wrong about him, and was after all a bitter prat. She apparated upstairs into the lunch room, ordering his food just how he described it, only to end it listening to the snigger of the cook behind the counter.

"What...why are you laughing?"

"You think this is Hogwarts or something? Look Miss, today's special is Tuna Salad, take it or leave it!"

Ginny's brows furrowed and suddenly it dawned onto her. That git! He was just making fun of her! She knew he must have done it to the other nurses plenty times to get them so bitter about him. Of course they must have also gave in, decided they would become his little joke. Well Not Ginny Weasley!

~ He got to you so quickly. ~

Startled from the voice in her head she nearly threw the sandwich into the air, but luckily that did not occur and she meekly swiveled on her heel to meet Terrance's gaze. The dark haired man gave a small smile and gestured to one of the many tables situated in the cafeteria.

~ Care to join me? ~

"Sure...how long have you been behind me?"

~ Long enough to know He's about to turn you into all the other Nurses. ~

Unsure of how to answer that, Ginny took a seat across from Terrance, placing the sandwich down between them.

"He'll be wanting his lunch..."

~ Maybe making him wait will give him a good experience~

"What do you mean?"

Terrance leaned back in his chair, absently rubbing his chin in a thought. As if a sudden bolt of inspiration struck him he had straightened up his poise and folded his arms as well.

~ You see, Draco has been here since that whole incident months ago. You and I both know some things aren't curable, not by magical means, but by what muggles call "Surgery". My voice was cursed when I was under the enemy's surveillance, and since there is no cure I'm still here to get that surgery done. Not many wizards know how to do such procedures, so I have to wait until it can be done safely. Draco's blindness is another procedure they thought Surgery would fix, but unfortunately not even muggle doctors can fix someone's sight. He will be blind for the rest of his life. ~

Ginny's eyebrows arched in union and then promptly furrowed in brief confusion.

"Why Don't they let him go home? They said they have spells to aid him with living by himself."

~ Because, Miss Weasley, he still can't walk very well. They can't seem to fix his legs either. They look perfectly healed, but apparently the insides are not fully healed and haven't been fixed. He refuses muggle surgery and he only has 2 weeks until he leaves. ~

"So..."

Ginny couldn't think to where Terrance was taking this conversation. She was never too good as piecing together clues like her brother, Ron, who was made to be an Auror.

~ So, If he can't even walk he needs to be placed in living assistance. Since no Nurse will take the step of being his personal Nurse at the Malfoy Manner, He must live in a wizard almost...retirement home you see?

I really don't blame him for being so bitter, but it's also causing the problem to escalate now isn't it? ~

"Yes, So that's why they said that... Miss Brocklehurst can't stand him from what I here."

She hardly noticed the growing blush across Terrance's cheeks but when they were a bright apple red she suddenly understood why he was telling her all of this.

" She won't even come into his room will she? Since you're in the same room....ohhh!!"

She nodded and gave a soft laugh at the way Terrance seemed to blush so hard.

~No she won't, Draco never moves, unless he goes to the physical therapy and that never lasts, the Nurse brings him up way too early for my Tastes. Miss Weasley, do you think, perhaps...~

"Yes?" Mildly amused by his predicament she was willing to listen to his idea.

~I know you were the one who saved him, and I think if you gave him a chance, you'd be able to help him walk? Maybe then he can leave earlier and there wouldn't be the problem with...well...well you know! ~

If she did what he proposed, that meant spending an awful lot of time with Draco. She wasn't sure if she could handle all his nasty quips and his bad attitude. She honestly didn't understand why he was so rude to her after what they went through... but maybe she was right. He just didn't remember. Ready to decline, thinking she was also too new to try anything like it, she remembered something her self.

"...I swear I'll heal you, I promise..."

Oh lord! Why did that have to skip back merrily into her mind now. She said the words, she said she'd promise. This was healing, and even if he didn't remember, she sure did. With a small smile she gave a nod and stood.

"Yes, I'll help you don't worry, I promise.."

A/n: We'll stop there, I think it's a bit corny but oh well. Whatever. Some people like it and that's enough. Thanks guys for the reviews...haha.. like..4 Sweet. :D