Ginny dropped her fork-full of eggs onto her plate, her mouth hanging wide open.
"Are you alright, Gin?" questioned Hermione.
Without answering, Ginny pushed her chair away from the table, shot out the front door and began to run.

Ginny stopped about a mile from her house and leaned up against a rock, breathing heavily. "This can't be happening," she moaned. "It just can't. I didn't mean to hurt him; I didn't know that a fall down all of those alley steps could have hurt him that badly." She knew that if Draco ever woke up and told them who had done this to him, she might go to wizarding jail. And if he didn't........ she would be a murderer. They would send her straight to Azkaban.

She walked slowly back to the house, ignoring the beautiful summer evening surrounding her. "There's no way they could have known it was me. If he dies, he can't ever tell them who did it!" So now I want him to die? Ginny thought this over. "That's just sick!"

"Ginny, are you all right?" it was Harry, who, having seen her from the window, had rushed out into the garden to check up on her.

"I'm fine Harry; I just have to floo myself somewhere."
"Are you sure you're alright?" Harry worried. Ginny choked back a sob, remembering how Draco had said the same thing a week earlier. Tears stung the corners of her soft brown eyes.
"I'm..I'm fine....just go...go away!" and with that, Ginny turned and ran into the house, stopping quickly to lock the door behind her.

Harry sat on the garden bench. "What could be wrong with her?" he mused, fending of a garden gnome with a long stick. "She is so different! In a good sort of way." He remembered how beautiful she had been at breakfast that morning, with her beautiful face and sexy smile. "Uh-oh." thought Harry guiltily. "I think I need to talk to Hermione."

Ginny grabbed a handful of floo powder, stubbing her toe on the side of the fireplace in her haste to escape Harry. "Oh, God dammit!" she cried, hopping on one foot as she through the powder into the flames. They flared green and she catapulted herself into the fireplace, nearly losing her balance.
"Are you alright, Gin?" called Hermione from the living room.
"Oh no," Ginny muttered. "I better hurry before Hermione gets suspicious, too. The Wizarding Hospital of London, please!" she shouted.

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Narcissa leaned tearfully over Draco's bedside. "Oh, my baby," she murmured softly. "Please don't leave me here. Without you life wouldn't be worth living. Without you... he'll kill me."

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Ginny arrived in the hospital foyer just as the nurses were switching stations. She had to wait ten minutes for the new one to get situated before she could approach to ask about Draco. "Excuse me, ma'am, but could you please help me?"
"Sure, Hon," sighed the witch distractedly. "What would you like to know?"
"Which room is Draco Malfoy in?" hesitated Ginny.
"Sorry, but we only allow family to visit, and you..." she looked Ginny up and down, from her flaming red hair to her second rate shoes.... "Don't look like a Malfoy."
"I'm a cousin by marriage. My mother and father...." Ginny searched for a plausible lie, "married without the main family's consent, so they were cut out of the inheritance."
The nurse looked a Ginny's freckles suspiciously for a second before typing something into her computer. "Mr. Malfoy is in room....Ummmmm..666."

'How fitting,' thought Ginny amusedly, before remembering she had been the one to put him there.
"Here is a portkey to the 7th floor, where you will find the room," droned the witch uninterestedly. "It will automatically return you here what you hold it and say 'Main Desk'. Have a nice day, sweetie!"
"You too." Ginny smiled sweetly. She hated when people called her that. That nurse couldn't have been more than 3 years older than her. "Oh, well, "Ginny muttered, touching the portkey and being jerked up to the 7th floor.