The room was silent there was only the pale flickering of the candles for
light.
The door creaked open and a house elf scurried in carrying a pile of sheets
and put them in a chest, and left, the elf didn't pay any attention to the
girl in the four-poster bed, all the elves had been told not to by master
Draco, as they were to call him. The girl was in a coma and had been for a
week now, and she had to recover.
Draco was fractious at the moment as it was, but if she died.
Ginny stirred, it seemed to her as if she was enveloped in thick fog and that the fog was holding her down with unrelenting pressure even when she struggled and tried to get through, but then after what seemed like years of her trying to get through there was a gap and she could come up onto the next level. The next level should have brought happiness but it only gave her pain.
'Is the girl in the right wing spare bedroom awake yet elf?' Draco demanded, as the elf shook it head he sighed and headed towards the room. Lucius had done all that he could for the girl but the healing process would still take a month if she woke up.
'Weasel wake up..' He whispered to the girl ' Weasel wake the fuck up.' He said in a firmer voice as if trying to obey his commands the girl stirred but didn't wake up.
'Master Draco, sir.' a quiet house elf said ' sir, she needs more of the potion applied to her wounds do you want to apply it again today?' he nodded and took the potion out of the elves hands.
The fog was lighter now less dense and the pain was there, Ginny remembered why she'd jumped and let out a sigh. To Draco it seemed that the sigh was so loud that it made his ears hurt, he lent back in his lounge chair.
Ginny kept coming upwards through the fog, her breath quickened as if the effort was a physical one, and not mental. Her eyelids flickered and slowly opened and for the first time Ginny wondered where she was, and why she was alive.
'Weasel.' the cold vindictive voice stung her ears making her wince. She blinked again her eyes focusing, she saw the blonde staring at her his blue eyes locked onto hers. Then she remembered whom he was and that she hated him.
'Malfoy? Where am I?' she asked him while struggling to sit up. Draco lent towards her and helped her to sit up.
'Weasel, you are in the Malfoy manor.' He said. 'Now tell me, why did you throw your self off a cliff?' Ginny turned her face away from him hating his bitter words.
'I.I, I didn't want to live anymore, there.was nothing to live for.' The tears ran silently down her cheeks, falling onto the soft white cotton sheets.
Draco looked awkwardly at her, and then took her gently into his lap. He put his arms around her to stop her from wriggling out of his grip. Ginny stopped trying to struggle when she realised that he was to strong and that she had no chance when she was in such a bad shape. She lent back against him tired from the fight- and cried herself to sleep.
Ginny stirred, it seemed to her as if she was enveloped in thick fog and that the fog was holding her down with unrelenting pressure even when she struggled and tried to get through, but then after what seemed like years of her trying to get through there was a gap and she could come up onto the next level. The next level should have brought happiness but it only gave her pain.
'Is the girl in the right wing spare bedroom awake yet elf?' Draco demanded, as the elf shook it head he sighed and headed towards the room. Lucius had done all that he could for the girl but the healing process would still take a month if she woke up.
'Weasel wake up..' He whispered to the girl ' Weasel wake the fuck up.' He said in a firmer voice as if trying to obey his commands the girl stirred but didn't wake up.
'Master Draco, sir.' a quiet house elf said ' sir, she needs more of the potion applied to her wounds do you want to apply it again today?' he nodded and took the potion out of the elves hands.
The fog was lighter now less dense and the pain was there, Ginny remembered why she'd jumped and let out a sigh. To Draco it seemed that the sigh was so loud that it made his ears hurt, he lent back in his lounge chair.
Ginny kept coming upwards through the fog, her breath quickened as if the effort was a physical one, and not mental. Her eyelids flickered and slowly opened and for the first time Ginny wondered where she was, and why she was alive.
'Weasel.' the cold vindictive voice stung her ears making her wince. She blinked again her eyes focusing, she saw the blonde staring at her his blue eyes locked onto hers. Then she remembered whom he was and that she hated him.
'Malfoy? Where am I?' she asked him while struggling to sit up. Draco lent towards her and helped her to sit up.
'Weasel, you are in the Malfoy manor.' He said. 'Now tell me, why did you throw your self off a cliff?' Ginny turned her face away from him hating his bitter words.
'I.I, I didn't want to live anymore, there.was nothing to live for.' The tears ran silently down her cheeks, falling onto the soft white cotton sheets.
Draco looked awkwardly at her, and then took her gently into his lap. He put his arms around her to stop her from wriggling out of his grip. Ginny stopped trying to struggle when she realised that he was to strong and that she had no chance when she was in such a bad shape. She lent back against him tired from the fight- and cried herself to sleep.
