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"MR.MALFOY!" Madam Pomfrey's shrill cry split through the hospital wing. Draco's head shot up, his eyes bloodshot from finally sleeping after so many sleepless nights. His hand was still holding hers. He noticed this as soon as he looked into Pomfrey's angry face. He stood up, almost falling over, still being drowsy.
"I wasn't doing anything." Draco insisted, steadying himself against the edge of the sleeping Ginny's bed.
"That is not for me to decide." Pomfrey ordered him into her office and told him to wait there. A few minutes later, Professor Dumbledore and Lucius Malfoy walked in, following a very upset Madam Pomfrey.
"Draco?" Dumbledore began, but was cut of by Draco.
"I didn't do anything. I was just sleeping."
"Hold your tongue, boy." Lucius looked hard at him. Dumbledore held up his hand.
"Now, now. Innocent until proven guilty. Is there something you wish to tell me, Draco?" Dumbledore asked quietly, peering over his glasses at the boy before him. Draco looked up at his father, who was scowling at him. Draco shook his head at Dumbledore, who nodded softly. "I'll leave you to tend to him then, Lucius." He said quietly and left the office.
As soon as he was gone, Lucius hit his son with the Cruciatus curse. "What were you thinking you stupid boy!?" He hissed. "You had no business being there. I told you to stay away from her." He pointed his wand.
Draco straightened, pulling out his own wand. "No, Father. I won't stay away. What you have put her through was wrong, no matter whom it was that was receiving the pain."
Lucius sneered. "You want everyone to know *you* raped the young Weasley? To drag our family name through the mud? Think what that would do to your mother, to your reputation in this school. You will be sent to Azkaban without another thought." He said with dark prophecy.
Draco stiffened. "I did not do it willfully." He began, cut off by a cold, cruel laugh from his father.
"And who will they believe, Draco? Me, a man of great esteem? Or you, a hormone crazed teenager?" Draco could say nothing to this and Lucius sneered once more, turning and walking out of the office. Draco followed, only to be pushed hard against the wall the moment he stepped out of the door.
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Ron and Harry were inside the hospital wing. Ron always came down first thing, second only to Pomfrey, Harry following just behind, with Hermione coming soon after. This particular morning, all three were there and had heard of Draco's spending the night, apparently holding Ginny's hand.
"I'll kill him..." Ron's ever present temper was rising with every passing second, until finally, Draco stepped out. Ron rushed forward and tackled him to the wall. Surprisingly, Draco did nothing to stop him. It was Harry that pulled Ron off, and held him back.
"You bloody..." Ron released a string of words that would have made Sirius blush. Harry tried to calm him, glaring furiously at Draco at the same time.
"Save it, Weasley. You're words mean nothing to me." 'But your sister's forgiveness I need.' He thought to himself and walked out of the room, his head down in misery and guilt.
Hermione walked in shortly after. "Harry? Ron? What's happened? Draco just walked out of here as though someone had told him his mother died."
Ron scoffed, and went to his sister's bed, taking her small hand in his, and refused to say a single word to anyone.
Harry sighed and hugged Hermione gently, whispering what had happened in her ear. She frowned slightly as he spoke and looked up at him. "You don't suppose Malfoy could be feeling sorry for her, do you?" She asked in a whisper.
Harry shook his head. "I wouldn't be surprised if it was Malfoy who's done it." He whispered back, his face full of pain for the young Weasley, in fact, for the entire Weasley family, who must have been going through hell right now.
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"MR.MALFOY!" Madam Pomfrey's shrill cry split through the hospital wing. Draco's head shot up, his eyes bloodshot from finally sleeping after so many sleepless nights. His hand was still holding hers. He noticed this as soon as he looked into Pomfrey's angry face. He stood up, almost falling over, still being drowsy.
"I wasn't doing anything." Draco insisted, steadying himself against the edge of the sleeping Ginny's bed.
"That is not for me to decide." Pomfrey ordered him into her office and told him to wait there. A few minutes later, Professor Dumbledore and Lucius Malfoy walked in, following a very upset Madam Pomfrey.
"Draco?" Dumbledore began, but was cut of by Draco.
"I didn't do anything. I was just sleeping."
"Hold your tongue, boy." Lucius looked hard at him. Dumbledore held up his hand.
"Now, now. Innocent until proven guilty. Is there something you wish to tell me, Draco?" Dumbledore asked quietly, peering over his glasses at the boy before him. Draco looked up at his father, who was scowling at him. Draco shook his head at Dumbledore, who nodded softly. "I'll leave you to tend to him then, Lucius." He said quietly and left the office.
As soon as he was gone, Lucius hit his son with the Cruciatus curse. "What were you thinking you stupid boy!?" He hissed. "You had no business being there. I told you to stay away from her." He pointed his wand.
Draco straightened, pulling out his own wand. "No, Father. I won't stay away. What you have put her through was wrong, no matter whom it was that was receiving the pain."
Lucius sneered. "You want everyone to know *you* raped the young Weasley? To drag our family name through the mud? Think what that would do to your mother, to your reputation in this school. You will be sent to Azkaban without another thought." He said with dark prophecy.
Draco stiffened. "I did not do it willfully." He began, cut off by a cold, cruel laugh from his father.
"And who will they believe, Draco? Me, a man of great esteem? Or you, a hormone crazed teenager?" Draco could say nothing to this and Lucius sneered once more, turning and walking out of the office. Draco followed, only to be pushed hard against the wall the moment he stepped out of the door.
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Ron and Harry were inside the hospital wing. Ron always came down first thing, second only to Pomfrey, Harry following just behind, with Hermione coming soon after. This particular morning, all three were there and had heard of Draco's spending the night, apparently holding Ginny's hand.
"I'll kill him..." Ron's ever present temper was rising with every passing second, until finally, Draco stepped out. Ron rushed forward and tackled him to the wall. Surprisingly, Draco did nothing to stop him. It was Harry that pulled Ron off, and held him back.
"You bloody..." Ron released a string of words that would have made Sirius blush. Harry tried to calm him, glaring furiously at Draco at the same time.
"Save it, Weasley. You're words mean nothing to me." 'But your sister's forgiveness I need.' He thought to himself and walked out of the room, his head down in misery and guilt.
Hermione walked in shortly after. "Harry? Ron? What's happened? Draco just walked out of here as though someone had told him his mother died."
Ron scoffed, and went to his sister's bed, taking her small hand in his, and refused to say a single word to anyone.
Harry sighed and hugged Hermione gently, whispering what had happened in her ear. She frowned slightly as he spoke and looked up at him. "You don't suppose Malfoy could be feeling sorry for her, do you?" She asked in a whisper.
Harry shook his head. "I wouldn't be surprised if it was Malfoy who's done it." He whispered back, his face full of pain for the young Weasley, in fact, for the entire Weasley family, who must have been going through hell right now.
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