Ginny woke and knew that she had been healed. She was tangled in the covers of Draco's bed. She seemed to be doing that a lot, ending up in beds that were not her own. Smiling Ginny got up and saw that Draco was talking to Dumbledore through the fire. Ginny stepped into Dumbledore's line of vision. He smiled at her and she mouthed thank you to him.
Then she went up behind Draco. Her eyes twinkling, she put her cold hands to his sensitive warm neck. He yelped and faced her his eyes wide with shock. She started laughed. Her face was flushed and lively, the healing spell had done its job well.
"I'm glad to see that you are no longer feeling ill." Dumbledore said sternly. He was smiling though. Ginny heard the pounding of many feet. The other Slytherins had returned from the game. Draco looked panicked and Dumbledore whispered
"See me after dinner." Then faded from the fire. Draco handed Ginny a cloak
"Here, its my invisibility cloak." Ginny looked at him a confused. "Some of the others will be coming, so can you go on your own, you seem fine and able."
Ginny nodded, a little hurt because of his abrupt rejection. She threw on the cloak and stepped out of the room. She started down the hallway, but Draco's voice called her back. The door was slightly ajar, curious Ginny stepped close so she could see whom Draco was talking to. A group of Slytherins had appeared in the fire.
They were sneering. Ginny stepped back, not wanting to invade on Draco's privacy. But she heard her name, or rather, her family's name.
"So what's up with you and the Weasley? Are you sleeping with her or something?" Ginny moved so she could see Draco's face. He was sneering too.
"No…I would never be that desperate! I just saved her sorry ass to get points for Slytherin."
Ginny stepped back, shaking. Was that true? Why would Draco say that? It could not be true, could it? Ginny turned and ran. Then she noticed that her footsteps on the stone floors echoed through out the hallway.
So Dr…Malfoy would know that some one had been there. Ginny let herself grab a hold of the burning rage, that way she would not have to feel the twisting pain that was slowly murdering her heart, turning her icy cold.
Draco froze when he heard the feet pounding on the hall outside his room. He stood and rushed to the door he looked out and caught a glimpse of red hair trailing its fleeing owner. He felt his face fall. Ginny had heard the hateful words, and she would never speak to him again. Draco felt his gut twisting, his shoulders sagging, his heart breaking, that was when he realized that someone was laughing, someone who had enjoyed the display of remorse. Draco began to hate himself. Loathing the fact that he had just hurt the only person who had given him a chance.
But he was a Malfoy, was he not? Hurting others seemed to be what all Malfoy's centered their lives on. Draco walked back into his room. He threw water on the fire and enjoyed the choking smoke that filled his lungs. He went over to his bed when the last of the smoke had disappeared.
He threw himself where Ginny had slept minutes ago. He breathed in her lingering scent and began to think of ways to get rid of himself, death did not seem so bad. He would rather face the devil then look into Ginny's betrayed eyes and closed heart and know that he had caused the worry lines that should not be on the face of such a young beautiful woman. He was a coward; he could not face the destruction that he himself had caused.
That morning Draco refused to think of the suicidal dreams that had haunted him. Dreams in which he had held Ginny close, but always ended up hurting her. Causing her so much grief that he had yearned to just give her to her crazy follower, because the person poisoning her would not hurt her as much as Draco knew that he would, no matter how hard he tried he could not protect Ginny from himself and still keep a friendship between.
Then it dawned on him! The dreams were not his. Ginny's psycho had given Ginny dreams, and was now trying to control Draco by using his own feeling against him!
Draco walked into the grand hall and looked around for Ginny, she sat with Granger and Potter. Despite her best attempts Draco caught her eyes. He held her gaze for a long time. He nether smiled or smirked. He just stood there stunned that she was lifting her red-rimmed eyes to his. She knew that he knew, and was not afraid to admit that she was hurt and angered. Sighing unhappily Draco sat down at his own table and ate quickly. He stood up when Ginny did and walked to her. She stood before him, shaking slightly, like a flower bending to a gentle breeze. Draco reached out and let his fingertips slid down her neck.
"Please don't touch me." Ginny pleaded in a strange voice just barley above a whisper. Draco nodded, scared that she would never let him hold her again.
Ginny knew that Draco would obey her wishes, but could she obey the law that she had just set down? It was to dangerous, being with a man, who could melt the icy walls that she had carefully set up to keep him out. Way too risky and too tempting.
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