Although the word that I was hurt spread through Hogwarts quicker than a
bludger knocking a seeker on his butt, the hospital wing remained empty.
First years would wander by, whispering and giggling, and then would stare at me as if the idiots didn't know that I was staring right back at them.
It was when I gained consciousness that I realized I was in the hospital wing. Dumbledore had been waiting by my bedside, and when I opened my eyes, his were there, watching me.
Of course, I had no idea where I was at the time, but the old nut was able to fill me in.
I told him everything, almost breaking out in tears. My sentences were short and wild, and I found that I couldn't remember most of what happened myself. When I finished, he seemed to pause, his eyebrows rising.
"You know, a second year found you two lying in the street alley, and screamed. By the time the Ministry got to you, the other poor student needed more help than both of you." He whispered, eyes gleaming.
Suddenly, I remembered Draco. "Professor," I cried, "Where's Draco?"
"Draco? Oh, yes, Mr. Malfoy. Well, you should have seen the bruises on his body, they were not very-uh-small in size, no, that they were not." He pointed his index finger towards a small bed across from my own.
I drew a sigh of relief. "Is he alright?" I asked.
"No, that he is not. When we found him, blood was flowing everywhere. In fact," the old professor smiled, "it took four quidditch robes to stop the blood flow, so I think we may change the Slytherin colors to a very lovely blood-red."
Dumbledore and his corny jokes, I thought. Now, I need to distract him so I can check on Malfoy- a diversion!
"Professor," I motioned, stretching my bandaged arms, "I'm really tired. Could you leave me for the time being?"
Dumbledore smiled and frowned at the same time, producing quite the oxymoron. "Of course, Mrs. Weasley, although, I do expect you in tip-top shape by tomorrow. Good day to you, dear." And with that, he slowly made his exit.
I propped myself against my pillows, squinting my poor eyes to see across the room. It wasn't the fact that the bed was far away, but that it was so freakin' dark.
I decided to walk to his bed instead. I hurled myself out of bed, but quickly fell on my arse. Stupid legs, I thought. But then another thought approached me. What, does the professor expect me to crawl to class?
Retrieving my, : cough:, perfect walking stride, I hobbled over to his bedside, glancing at his beautiful body lying peacefully under the white sheets.
I slowly sat down, feeling that landing on the floor wasn't exactly a trip to Venezuela.
And that's when I saw his face brushed against the pillow. It was glorious and glowing, as if he had walked right out of some fantasy. But his face wasn't exactly a normal face from Hogwarts; no it was sculptured. His dazzling skin color, matching his beautiful golden hair.
He was like Elvis when he was hot, baby! Even the way his body seemed to be sprawled out was like nothing I had ever seen.
I tried to untangle my hair, and placed my hand smoothly against his cheek.
That was when his stunning gray eyes flew open.
Within seconds, I yelped, lost my balance, flew into the air, and my butt met the floor once again.
"Oh, ow!" I cried. I lifted my eyes up to meet his.
"Where am I?" He spoke, unaware of where he was. I brought myself up once more.
"You are in the hospital wing, spending a wonderful evening wrapped up like a mummified Egyptian." I said, rubbing my poor, delicate caboose.
"Weasley?" He asked. "It is you. I thought you were-I was- dead."
I tried to hide my emotions. "Yeah, unfortunately you're still kickin'."
He glared at me. It was then that he started ripping off his bandages. "Shut up, little weasel." He then grabbed my chin, looking at my face. "It's really a shame that you've spent all of your life around those boys. You might be beautiful with a little-" He looked down at my shirt, "- stuff."
I pulled away from his grip. "It's not even noticeable under a robe, you twit. Besides, I will always have more than you will."
He smirked. "Right, Weasley. I don't have time to talk about your breasts, I actually have a life."
"You brought it up, Malfoy! Look, I don't care anymore, all I want you to do is tell me what happened yesterday in the alley."
He was trying to fix his hair, but the words stopped him. "In the alley? You know, I don't really remember much." He fiddled with his hair once more, acting as if the conversation never arose.
Lying wasn't exactly a high strong point of Draco's, I realized.
"It was a day ago, Malfoy. Just tell me what happened and I'll let you get on with your-um-life." I said, scared that he might actually HAVE a life.
"Nothing happened." He said slowly through his teeth. He started to walk away from me.
I grabbed his wrist. "What is wrong with you, huh?" I asked accusingly. Why won't you just admit that you helped me? Is it so hard?"
Before I could even finish my entire sentence, he pushed me against his body, wrapping his arms around the small of my back.
I was startled, but still glanced up at those gorgeous eyes as our breath mingled. He slowly placed his cheek against mine, and whispered into my ear. "Don't get into this, Ginny. Do what your mother would do, and stay out of this."
Our eyes met once more. Then he brutally pushed me away from him, and strode away.
I sat there on one of the beds, stunned. Forget about it? Don't get into something that's my business?
Oh no, Malfoy. I will find out, I thought to myself. And you'll be the one to tell me.
To Be Continued in the next chapter
Not long enough? Don't worry, the next chapters to come are good! The question is, when am I going to put the next one out? I guess you'll never know..
Love, **Flourish**
First years would wander by, whispering and giggling, and then would stare at me as if the idiots didn't know that I was staring right back at them.
It was when I gained consciousness that I realized I was in the hospital wing. Dumbledore had been waiting by my bedside, and when I opened my eyes, his were there, watching me.
Of course, I had no idea where I was at the time, but the old nut was able to fill me in.
I told him everything, almost breaking out in tears. My sentences were short and wild, and I found that I couldn't remember most of what happened myself. When I finished, he seemed to pause, his eyebrows rising.
"You know, a second year found you two lying in the street alley, and screamed. By the time the Ministry got to you, the other poor student needed more help than both of you." He whispered, eyes gleaming.
Suddenly, I remembered Draco. "Professor," I cried, "Where's Draco?"
"Draco? Oh, yes, Mr. Malfoy. Well, you should have seen the bruises on his body, they were not very-uh-small in size, no, that they were not." He pointed his index finger towards a small bed across from my own.
I drew a sigh of relief. "Is he alright?" I asked.
"No, that he is not. When we found him, blood was flowing everywhere. In fact," the old professor smiled, "it took four quidditch robes to stop the blood flow, so I think we may change the Slytherin colors to a very lovely blood-red."
Dumbledore and his corny jokes, I thought. Now, I need to distract him so I can check on Malfoy- a diversion!
"Professor," I motioned, stretching my bandaged arms, "I'm really tired. Could you leave me for the time being?"
Dumbledore smiled and frowned at the same time, producing quite the oxymoron. "Of course, Mrs. Weasley, although, I do expect you in tip-top shape by tomorrow. Good day to you, dear." And with that, he slowly made his exit.
I propped myself against my pillows, squinting my poor eyes to see across the room. It wasn't the fact that the bed was far away, but that it was so freakin' dark.
I decided to walk to his bed instead. I hurled myself out of bed, but quickly fell on my arse. Stupid legs, I thought. But then another thought approached me. What, does the professor expect me to crawl to class?
Retrieving my, : cough:, perfect walking stride, I hobbled over to his bedside, glancing at his beautiful body lying peacefully under the white sheets.
I slowly sat down, feeling that landing on the floor wasn't exactly a trip to Venezuela.
And that's when I saw his face brushed against the pillow. It was glorious and glowing, as if he had walked right out of some fantasy. But his face wasn't exactly a normal face from Hogwarts; no it was sculptured. His dazzling skin color, matching his beautiful golden hair.
He was like Elvis when he was hot, baby! Even the way his body seemed to be sprawled out was like nothing I had ever seen.
I tried to untangle my hair, and placed my hand smoothly against his cheek.
That was when his stunning gray eyes flew open.
Within seconds, I yelped, lost my balance, flew into the air, and my butt met the floor once again.
"Oh, ow!" I cried. I lifted my eyes up to meet his.
"Where am I?" He spoke, unaware of where he was. I brought myself up once more.
"You are in the hospital wing, spending a wonderful evening wrapped up like a mummified Egyptian." I said, rubbing my poor, delicate caboose.
"Weasley?" He asked. "It is you. I thought you were-I was- dead."
I tried to hide my emotions. "Yeah, unfortunately you're still kickin'."
He glared at me. It was then that he started ripping off his bandages. "Shut up, little weasel." He then grabbed my chin, looking at my face. "It's really a shame that you've spent all of your life around those boys. You might be beautiful with a little-" He looked down at my shirt, "- stuff."
I pulled away from his grip. "It's not even noticeable under a robe, you twit. Besides, I will always have more than you will."
He smirked. "Right, Weasley. I don't have time to talk about your breasts, I actually have a life."
"You brought it up, Malfoy! Look, I don't care anymore, all I want you to do is tell me what happened yesterday in the alley."
He was trying to fix his hair, but the words stopped him. "In the alley? You know, I don't really remember much." He fiddled with his hair once more, acting as if the conversation never arose.
Lying wasn't exactly a high strong point of Draco's, I realized.
"It was a day ago, Malfoy. Just tell me what happened and I'll let you get on with your-um-life." I said, scared that he might actually HAVE a life.
"Nothing happened." He said slowly through his teeth. He started to walk away from me.
I grabbed his wrist. "What is wrong with you, huh?" I asked accusingly. Why won't you just admit that you helped me? Is it so hard?"
Before I could even finish my entire sentence, he pushed me against his body, wrapping his arms around the small of my back.
I was startled, but still glanced up at those gorgeous eyes as our breath mingled. He slowly placed his cheek against mine, and whispered into my ear. "Don't get into this, Ginny. Do what your mother would do, and stay out of this."
Our eyes met once more. Then he brutally pushed me away from him, and strode away.
I sat there on one of the beds, stunned. Forget about it? Don't get into something that's my business?
Oh no, Malfoy. I will find out, I thought to myself. And you'll be the one to tell me.
To Be Continued in the next chapter
Not long enough? Don't worry, the next chapters to come are good! The question is, when am I going to put the next one out? I guess you'll never know..
Love, **Flourish**