Things seemed to progress quite smoothly for the next week. At first, progress was slowed by the quite bitter attitude Draco put into it, but soon it melted away when he became quite used to her being around so much. As if, suddenly, having a Weasley around wasn't such a bad idea after all. For one, she took care of everything from getting his food, to helping him manage some money issues with his new estate. Yeah, so she was poor, but she had a good sense of budget because of it and he couldn't deny that. It was like she was becoming his personal secretary, and even more so, a personal nurse as she vowed to get him walking again.

He never questioned her motives, because he honestly didn't think she was getting much out of it, other than busy work. He kept thinking any other nurse would have done it, but the Weasley just had more guts obviously. How wrong he really was...

"You're hungry...again??"

"Yes I am! It's exhausting to do all this work, gives me a big appetite.."

Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes, considering he couldn't tell she was except he called her out on it anyways.

"Don't roll your eyes at me! I'm hungry, go...get me lunch, er again." He grumbled, stubbornly crossing his arms.

"No. You can either come with me or get nothing at all!" A hot reply to his stubbornness caused his mouth to fall ajar briefly in surprise.

"You are insane, you know I can't, yet anyways. " He mumbled, turning his face away from her defiantly.

"Well Fine. I guess You'll just have to be hungry, I'm going on -my- break." With that said, she stood up smirked [ and how he noted the smirk in her voice too!] and took her exit.

He was just so difficult! Always making excuses when they were finally getting around to him trying to walk. He almost did it the other day, but one stumble out of the bed and he was refusing to try again until he next day. Even now, his promise was forgotten and he was back to procrastination. So much for smooth progress.

Ginny hadn't apparated, for good reason. Perhaps, using that reverse psychology on him, would lure him out and then she could help him up stairs. Even if he didn't succumb, it was a good thing she decided to take the walk, as she had just spotted two familiar faces near her Station. One, a tall gangly fellow with bright red hair, and the other a shorter but still lanky man with messy black locks.

"Ron..? Harry..?? "

"Ginny! There you are! Wow look at you, all...uh nursed up." Ron mused nodding his head at her gray robes and tight hair bun.

"Shut up, Look at you, what's with all those bruises?" She countered hotly.

"Training...haven't gotten around to healin' "

She knew full well he was just showing off, that he could handle being tousled so much and take a few hits without needing to be healed. Harry was in the same position, but his training bruises came from Bludgers and quaffles rather than Ron's defense training.

"Sure, Ron. So what brings you here?" She briefly ran her eyes over Harry's form, gave a small smile that he slowly returned.

Ron shifted from foot to foot looking around the absently. "Oh, what are doing for Christmas? Mum wants you to stay home, can you?"

She hesitated, Christmas wasn't so far off was it? Of course she still had her job to think of, but Nurses got a vacation, maybe she could get hers early.

"Well..."

"Please? Everyone is gona be there..." Harry pursued, widening his smile as he pleaded.

That did, Harry Potter was pleading for her to come, and she would.

"Sure, Tell Mum I'll be there. Is that all..?"

"Yeah! Good to see you Ginny!" Ron leaned forward catching her in a brief tight squeeze before stepping back. " I told Hermione I'd only be a little while, come on Harry!"

With that, Ron had apparated from the spot with a small pop, and she thought Harry would've followed suite but he just stood there silently staring.

"What...got something on my face?" Ginny's fingers trailed her cheek briefly in confusion. Harry blinked then shook his head slowly with that same smile still evident.

"No, nothing, I was just wondering..."

Draco had waited a good five minutes before hunger won the war. Maybe , just maybe eh would accompany Ginny to lunch. Hopefully she wasn't far, and so he leaned to his right feeling for a sturdy wooden cane by his bedside. Fingers curling around the cane, she shifted slowly so that he was sitting on the side of the bed, feet an inch above the cool floor. Then, with great effort he put pressure and most of his weight onto the cane, both hands used to push him from the bed onto both feet.

This all took a great deal of concentration o his part, it had been months since he was on his feet! The feeling was indescribable, his legs felt like lead, heavy and extremely hard to move. Yet his determination to get food with the Nurse was all he needed to slowly begin shuffling along. His steps hardly bigger than any baby steps, he had began...walking.

At this he couldn't help but smile, oh yes Ginny would be very proud and pleased, he wished he could see her smile when she would see him walking. It was an odd side of him shining through while he made his way out into the hallway leaning on the cane with caution. He was never this blissful in just walking, and if he was he never showed it like now.

He heard soft murmurs from either direction, and all around him. He could tell some people in the hallway had stopped and stared at the hobbling Malfoy. He could care less, let them stare, he was walking and that took enough effort already for him to waste it on caring.

"Isn't that...?"

"Oh yes, I thought he couldn't walk!"

"Well he is now, isn't he??"

"Yes he is, I just thought no Nurse wanted to teach him.."

"Apparently that new one has been, what's her name.. Weasley..?"

"Oh! Miss Weasley?"

"Mmmhm!"

Shutting out those sounds he strained to listen for her own voice. If not, he'd have to go back to his room as he was unsure of getting all the way to the lunch room. Already his legs ached from the use he was putting them through.

"Sure, Tell Mum I'll be there. Is that all..?"

There she was! Her voice was very distinct from any other girl, noted it was a tad softer than most, and quite pleasing to his ear.

"Yeah! Good to see you Ginny!"

" I told Hermione I'd only be a little while, come on Harry!"

He paused though, Harry? Harry...Potter? Then the other voice must have been, Ron Weasley! He heard a faint pop deciding they must have apparated he gripped his cane harder willing himself to move. Yet again he was stopped at the others words she spoke. Maybe she wasn't alone yet...

"What...got something on my face?"

Who was she talking to? If it was Potter or her git of a brother, he'd rather stay far away until they left.

None the less, he felt the urge to walk right up to her anyways, and stand at her side. It as another on of those odd feelings, mixed in with old ones. Anger and, jealousy? Draco Malfoy jealous? Of what exactly? Someone holding a conversation with Ginny, -his- Nurse!

"No, nothing, I was just wondering..."

That wasn't Ron's voice. It was bloody Harry Potter! He scowled and stayed back still listening carefully.

"Wondering what?"

"Oh you know, uhm.. Ginny.."

"Yes?"

"Would you like to.... to have.. lunch, with me..?"

Draco heard enough. His smile fading into a frown, and further more into a scowl, he turned, and simply shuffled off to his room once more.

Ginny had not noticed Draco, as she was too busy blushing like the dickens at Harry's question. Lunch with her? She would've said yes on any other day, but ...but for some reason she didn't think she really -wanted- to. Suddenly she was thinking of another someone who she promised she'd bring back lunch [ even though he was being quite stubborn about going with her]. That was the reason for her blushing, a sudden guilt rushing into her stomach from taking so long already.

"I can't, Harry. I'm sorry, but I've got a patient to tend to..."

"Oh. Well, All right, maybe later..?"

"Maybe, Good bye Harry!"

Another Pop and Harry was gone with a wave. The blush still flushing her cheeks, Ginny apparated into the lunch room for Draco's lunch.

A/n: I'll leave it there again! I'm very tired and I have band camp tomorrow morning. We're learning this whole new style of marching without bending our knees and yeaah it's tough. Arg. Well, Night!