A/N: Hem hem. Sorry this took so long but I like to wait until inspiration strikes rather than write some junk I don't mean. You know, music helps greatly in this process for me. Does Draco love Ginny? Will Ginny wake up? Does Ginny love Draco? What does everyone think of this mess?! All these and more coming to you exclusively in…this chapter!!!!! Thanks for tuning in, hope you enjoy the show! By the way, the italics in the beginning is a dream Ginny has while in the coma. Can you even get a coma from shock?
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Disclaimer: The usual. Don't own it, probably never will. Will promptly die of happiness if I do.
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Chapter Four: Awakening Memories
Ginny slowly opened her eyes, and promptly shut them again. The sunlight coming in through the curtained windows was blinding. It was noisy outside, and it sounded like people bustling about. She moaned softly and rolled over in her very large, very comfortable bed, whereupon she hit something hard. It stirred. Startled, her big brown eyes flew open in shock. It appeared she was not alone in bed. She sat up abruptly in panic and frantically looked around the room she was in. It was clearly a bedroom, a normal bedroom. The door was to her left. Apparently a man and a woman shared the room, for there was a vanity next to the door leading to the bathroom with makeup on it as well as some ties strewn about. Ginny glanced in the mirror. She was wearing a white nightgown and her hair was tousled. She didn't look much older than eighteen. Then she heard a groan come from the tangle of sheets of the bed. Frightened, she backed into a corner.
"Gin? Ginny please come back to bed. It's only Saturday, you know, and there's no one about to bother us, save the house elves. Hon, come on. It's really cold in here without you. Don't tell me the noises from Diagon are bothering you. They never did when we were just living together and not married"
"We were?"
"Yes."
"Then…why are we married now?"
"You're pregnant."
"Where…where…where am I?"
He started to sound annoyed. "You're here, Gin. Home- 55 Diagon Alley. Where else?" The voice sounded amused.
"Who are you?"
"Your husband. Are you feeling okay?"
He rolled over in the bed and sat up. Ginny covered her eyes with her hands.
"Ginny, it's all right. What's the matter? Do you need something? Look at me."
He sounded genuinely concerned, so she lowered her hands and looked him straight in the eye.
"Harry…" was her disbelieving whisper.
Then, the dream faded away.
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Harry's POV
Harry Potter woke up from a very disturbing dream. He was married to Ginny, of all people. His dream self said that he had gotten her pregnant, and that was why they were together. He shuddered. He had to admit that she was eye candy, but…the only person he would marry would be Hermione. He glanced over at Hedwig, who ruffled her feathers in her sleep. She never sleeps this soundly, he thought. Maybe I should get some more of those chocolates from Hermione. Of course, he knew he could have any girl in the school, but Hermione was the only one who…understood him.
No, no one really understands ME. He thought with a smirk. I am a living mystery.
Sexy.
He smiled at the mirror, which blushed.
Oooh you hunk. Yes. Oooh yes.
He went over and took his shirt off, admiring his seeker's body. Good thing the only other person in the dorm over Christmas was Ron, and even he wasn't there. Wasn't there?
"Mmm. Very sexy." His thoughts were suddenly cut off.
Why thank- he began to reply to himself.
Suddenly it dawned on him that the voices were not in his head.
"Oh my…" *moaning*
That voice!
He blindly (literally-no glasses!) followed the sounds until he came to a door, which was obviously concealing the source of the disruption. Tentatively, he turned the handle and gave the heavy oak door a shove.
Even someone without his glasses, as he was, could have interpreted the scene before him.
A half naked Ron sat on top of a half naked Hermione on the couch of the Gryffindor common room. They were lucky no one else was at school for the holidays from their house, besides Ginny, but she was in the hospital wing…he brushed Ginny aside impatiently without any second thoughts. There were more important matters at hand.
They were very occupied with what they were doing, and didn't notice that someone had intruded upon their little…excursion…until the door banged and Harry was right on top of them.
No, not literally on top of them, you dirty little readers. Hoping for a threesome, were you?
"Er…ah…'ello Harry…heh…heh" Ron said weakly.
Hermione turned scarlet and pushed Ron off her and scrambled back into her nightshirt.
"He used imperious." Hermione stated.
"WHAT?!" Ron exclaimed. "It was your idea! You said, 'Oh, we can go snog in the common room in privacy finally; I drugged Harry and he's the only one left in this bloody place.' Guess your bloody concoction didn't work, DID IT?!"
"You didn't eat the chocolates I gave you, did you, Harry?" Hermione asked quietly.
"No. I fed them to Hedwig."
"Oh, THAT was smart, Herm. Put the bloody potion in the sweets and poof! He will magically eat them and fall into a deep slumber," Ron said in a sarcastic voice.
"Well then tell me WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD FEED AN OWL! AN OWL! QUALITY CHOCOLATES, HM?" she shouted back.
"Obviously HE did."
"Hmph! I'm not the one who left his dying sister's bedside to snog his best friend's girlfriend!" Hermione snapped.
"I…I…" Ron faltered and there were tears in his eyes form thinking about his baby sister. He couldn't help but wonder if he could have done something to prevent the tragic incident, or if his mum would blame him for it.
Harry's stony face moved a muscle in pity for Ron, but Hermione just sneered.
"You…you…harpy! Bitch! Everything is YOUR fault! Our ended friendship, Ginny's accident, it all leads back to you! Now Harry doesn't even trust ME, his bloody BEST FRIEND! I hate you!" he screamed and stormed away in a fit of rage, slamming the oak door behind him. It seemed Harry had left sometime during the heated encounter. In the distance, in the direction of the boys' dormitory, the sound of Styrofoam packing peanuts being squashed and thrown and trampled could be heard.
Hermione exhaled slowly and coolly flicked a speck of dust off her perfectly manicured nails.
Yes, it is indeed a good thing that nearly all of the Hogwarts student body is gone after all.
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Harry's POV
Harry ran down the stairs of the Gryffindor common room. It was all too much to bear. He didn't want to get angry at his friends and do something he'd regret later.
Too late. You're already angry. Shoulder Devil Harry commented with glee.
Unfortunately, both he and Shoulder Angel tumbled off haphazardly as Harry pounded down the stairwell, not caring how much noise he made. He just wanted to get OUT of there and into the still silence of the night.
He threw open the small door at the bottom of the steps and ran recklessly towards the moonlit lake and knelt at its edge, brushing away the snow there and scooped some of the smooth pebbles below into his hand, staring at them as if they held all the answers in the world. So perfect. Like his life had been before tonight. Minus the Voldemort part.
He stood and shouted.
"I. can't. fucking. believe. she. Did. That. to. me!" Harry punctuated each word by angrily tossing the rocks he held into the pond. He saw the giant squid slap its tentacle on the water in indignation: "Hey! Stop that, I'm trying to sleep here!"
"AAAARRGHH!" Harry shouted. His teeth were clenched and bared in anger, and hot tears streamed down his face. It was so cold he could see his breath fog in front of his face, obscuring the incredibly clear and sharp pattern of stars adorning the night sky.
Finally the numbness in his feet and exhaustion from the early hour got to him and he collapsed in the snow onto his back. He stared up at the heavens.
He remembered the warm summer nights spent with Hermione, doing this very same activity with her pointing out the stars and naming them. He would just stare at their light reflected in her eyes. Now they would never have that again. Had they ever really?
If there is a God, Harry thought silently to himself, there will be a happy way out of this.
And then he drifted off, right then and there, in the snow by the lake.
He could have sworn a star winked at him, but maybe it was just his overactive imagination.
He didn't notice the small flakes that began to pepper him with pricks of cold.
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Draco's POV
It was snowing.
Even in the dark, he could tell. Only snow gave the world that distinct and almost tangible muffled feeling.
He saw a door on the opposite end of the castle open and light stream out. Potter ran down to the lake and started throwing things into the lake.
"Good riddance. Hope the squid eats him," he muttered to himself with a smirk.
He had lain awake for hours thinking.
About her.
One part of him was annoyed with himself for being so worried over a Weasley. But the other part, the other part thought only of her beautiful smile encircled by soft pink lips, her long long legs, and her eyes.
Oh, how he loved her eyes.
*Flashback*
Draco walked his way up to the tower. He had an important correspondence to send to his father that he did not wish to be intercepted. He was told that there would be an owl waiting outside the tower to pick up his letter. What he did not expect was to find a Weasley standing there in his favorite, most private thinking space. He stifled a gasp of surprise and hastily pulled his invisibility cloak over himself. When he learned that Potter had one, his father had bought him one as well without hesitation. He had to be as good as him. Or better.
Thankfully the intruder did not notice him. He picked his way around the snowdrifts in the open tower (it had a roof but all the windows were uncovered) and settled behind the flame haired student and squinted at his back.
His? No. Hair's too long. A girl then, a girl Weasley. Aha! She must be the one that was dragged into the chamber in his second year. What was her name? Violet? Violin?
He made a face. Who would name their child Violin? He shook his head and went back to thinking but was startled by voices calling out names… "Gin!" "Ginny!" "Miss Weasley!"
Virginia.
That was it! Funny, he had always liked that name. Cautiously he looked at her face. It was strangely blank and far away looking. She hadn't noticed the name-calling and seemed to miss the fact that all the lights in the castle were going out as well.
Hellooooo. He mentally waved a hand in front of her face. Father would be most irritated indeed if his letter were to arrive late.
Seconds passed.
Minutes.
An hour.
He was about to give up and just Petrificus totalis her when she moved and walked over to the windowsill.
No, you idiot! Wrong way! She was supposed to go towards the stairs, not away from them!
Then, of all things, she sat on the windowsill.
And began to fall.
Draco ran. He was fast, but gravity was faster. As he reached the windowsill and threw his hands over for her to grab on to, she was already out of his reach. He would never forget the look of sheer terror on her face. And her eyes. The light of the feebly flickering lantern highlighted the gold and amber flecks in her eyes, which upon close examination, were not brown but a stormy mix of grey, amber and slate blue around the edges. They expressed every ounce of what she was feeling. This girl's heart was in her eyes. They showed fear. Then faint surprise, as if they were saying, "Oh. I'm falling". Then, they closed. That shook him back into reality and he panicked. What could he do now?
You have a wand, boy. Use it! His father's voice.
For a moment his natural instinct to disobey Father interfered. No time for that now. There's a life at stake.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" he cried.
Unfortunately, the spell hit a piece of ice instead. Draco growled in anger and without a second thought jumped out after Ginny and cast the spell again. He was so wrapped up in Ginny's well being he wasn't thinking about himself for once in his life. That was when he hit the ground.
*End Flashback*
Draco shook his head at the irony of it all and laughed softly. Then, he could hardly even remember her name. Now, he couldn't stop thinking about it.
He flopped back on to his pillows with his hands behind his head and stared into space.
I can't figure out what happens to me when I see her. It's as if, as if I change somehow. I stop thinking about myself and concentrate only on her. My personality changes…I…I…
"You're getting soft."
Blaise was sitting on a chair by his bed this time. It was unnerving, really, how she could just sneak up on him like that. I guess she's just such an integral part of me it doesn't disturb me like someone else, namely, Pansy, would. I guess that's how close we must be. He gave a lopsided grin.
Blaise, in all her silver and green splendor, looked at him in an appalled manner. "You really are losing it!"
He threw back his head and laughed. Hard. "Maybe I am!"
Blaise looked at him with astonishment. He had not laughed like that in years. Years. When he laughed like this, no matter how attractive he was already, it was multiplied a million times. His platinum blonde hair fell recklessly in his face. His slate grey eyes became a more silver blue. They glittered. His mouth pulled back not in a scowl but a smile that bared perfect white teeth. And his elegant neck bent back; his shoulders shook with mirth…it was an unbelievable feat to do this. Her mouth was slightly slack as she gazed upon this spectacle.
How she had always wanted to make him laugh like this.
How hard she had tried to make him happy. She knew of the poor excuse for a childhood he had experienced and had tried to make up for it. But he realized none of it.
And now here he was, laughing like he had not since his first days at Hogwarts, for no apparent reason. In the middle of the night.
She remembered him saying on more than one occasion, "A Malfoy never does anything without a perfectly good reason."
His laughter subsided and he threw a sideways glance at her. "Why are you staring? It's impolite you know."
"Nothing," she muttered and stared moodily into the fire. It was then, in thinking of him, that Blaise finally realized that she loved Draco.
Draco's thoughts, on the other hand, were focused on a very different girl, one who lay in a hospital bed this very moment. Tomorrow would be Christmas. It would be a pity if she didn't awaken by then. He wondered if there was anything he could do to help, or help hasten her recovery…What are you thinking? Slytherins aren't supposed to even go near those disgustingly soft thoughts, much less a MALFOY.
He shook his head. Evil. That was what he was. Evil, evil, evil, evil…
Help me…call me out of this darkness…
What? What was that voice? Draco looked around in a panic. Blaise was dozing off peacefully in her chair and the fire was reduced to embers. Bloody houselves…
Draco…I'm fading…please answer…
Who are you?! How do you know my name?
Save me Draco…
Wait! Come back!
It was too late. The presence was gone.
And he had a feeling he knew who it was.
And as he too drifted off to sleep a certain pair of chocolate eyes lingered in his mind
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An Ending Note: Well that's it for now!! I hope you don't feel that it's too short but I was really anxious to update for you all ASAP. Hope ya liked it! Got a bit angsty at a point there, didn't I? Oooh what's this? Is that a plot I see? Do they use oak in doors? *shrugs* It sounded good. Catfight! Rowrr! Hmm…not sure if the scene was good or not…send input darlings! Sorry if I concentrated on The Trio too much, I just wanted to lay some groundwork for upcoming events. Poor Ron! Poor Harry! Boo Hermione! And we all know we love Ginny and Draco!!!!! Next chapter featuring Awake!Ginny and Confused!Draco. Do you think I put too much thinking and such in? I think I need to concentrate more on dialogue and action, but that's just me. And sorry about the language at some points, it just seemed to convey feeling more. I know that was a really bad chapter but I haven't had a lot of time to work on it and I really wanted to get something up for you guys. Thanks a million! (hmm…a million reviews would be nice :-D)
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P.S. ~ Anyone interested in a few songfics? I have a lot of good D/G songfic ideas (esp. Evanescence) but I'm not sure if everyone is sick of them or what. I'll write 'em if there's a market for them. And remember, I take requests! (see bio for info on new ficcy…tell me if you think the title is too un-G rated please)
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