Draco looked at the 'bed' that the Weasly women had brought in for Ginny;
it was pathetic to say the least there were pieces of wood with holes in
and it was painted an orange colour. He then moved onto inspecting her
wardrobe, it was worse than the bed! There was nothing the even resembled
being made in the last 30 years.
'Little weasel are you awake yet?' the girl looked up at him with sleep filled eyes and nodded.
'Here are some of your things,' he handed her the least moth eaten robe. 'Put this on, and then, try to walk.' Draco said to her, Ginny was so weak she couldn't even put the robe on by herself and they both blushed profoundly when Draco had to help her.
Ginny then stood up with the help of Draco, and lent forward to take a step, she wobbled but managed to stay up right clinging onto Draco's arm for support, she then moved one of her legs, but her leg couldn't take her weight and she fell. She looked up at Draco with scared eyes, and saw a pair of equally scared eyes looking back at her.
'Why can't I walk? Why the Fuck can't I walk!' she asked him her brown eyes filling up with tears.
'The bones were broken in fifteen places fragments of them were missing, nothing more can be done by any one human!' he ran his hands through his hair. Draco stooped over to pick Ginny up and patted her cheek soothingly. As he placed her back on the bed she whimpered.
'Malfoy, don't go. Please Malfoy,' she pleaded with him. 'They come when you're gone, please.' The tears leaked down her face. Draco walked back over to the bed and wiped the tears away with a finger. He then kissed her on the cheek and left the room.
*There'll be no lasting effects.. l-a-s-t-i-n-g effects. Weasel. Sylvia Dumont. Hogwarts. Voldermort. Fifteen places. Suicide. End of fourth term. You have to believe us. In love. Malfoy. Death. Broken. Walking. *
The memories flooded back to Ginny as she lay on Draco's bed sobbing into the sheets.
'Ginny, come on Ginny.' Arthur Weasley said to his daughter opening his arms for a hug. She turned away from him and started running.
'What's wrong honey? Come here for a hug.' She turned to look back at him, the hot tears running down her face.
' What's the matter gin? Come on honey come give your father a hug.' Ginny kept on running away from him not wanting to go back towards him, towards her normal life.
She saw a dark corner and started to run towards it as she entered the darkness she found her self-hugging someone.
Ginny opened her eyes and found her staring into the light blue eyes of Draco Malfoy; she hugged him and rested her head against his chest.
'Don't let him come back.'
'Little weasel are you awake yet?' the girl looked up at him with sleep filled eyes and nodded.
'Here are some of your things,' he handed her the least moth eaten robe. 'Put this on, and then, try to walk.' Draco said to her, Ginny was so weak she couldn't even put the robe on by herself and they both blushed profoundly when Draco had to help her.
Ginny then stood up with the help of Draco, and lent forward to take a step, she wobbled but managed to stay up right clinging onto Draco's arm for support, she then moved one of her legs, but her leg couldn't take her weight and she fell. She looked up at Draco with scared eyes, and saw a pair of equally scared eyes looking back at her.
'Why can't I walk? Why the Fuck can't I walk!' she asked him her brown eyes filling up with tears.
'The bones were broken in fifteen places fragments of them were missing, nothing more can be done by any one human!' he ran his hands through his hair. Draco stooped over to pick Ginny up and patted her cheek soothingly. As he placed her back on the bed she whimpered.
'Malfoy, don't go. Please Malfoy,' she pleaded with him. 'They come when you're gone, please.' The tears leaked down her face. Draco walked back over to the bed and wiped the tears away with a finger. He then kissed her on the cheek and left the room.
*There'll be no lasting effects.. l-a-s-t-i-n-g effects. Weasel. Sylvia Dumont. Hogwarts. Voldermort. Fifteen places. Suicide. End of fourth term. You have to believe us. In love. Malfoy. Death. Broken. Walking. *
The memories flooded back to Ginny as she lay on Draco's bed sobbing into the sheets.
'Ginny, come on Ginny.' Arthur Weasley said to his daughter opening his arms for a hug. She turned away from him and started running.
'What's wrong honey? Come here for a hug.' She turned to look back at him, the hot tears running down her face.
' What's the matter gin? Come on honey come give your father a hug.' Ginny kept on running away from him not wanting to go back towards him, towards her normal life.
She saw a dark corner and started to run towards it as she entered the darkness she found her self-hugging someone.
Ginny opened her eyes and found her staring into the light blue eyes of Draco Malfoy; she hugged him and rested her head against his chest.
'Don't let him come back.'
