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SULLIVAN~ WAIT! Here is my random comment of the chapter! "Did anyone
ever notice the initials of the Ministry of Magic? They spell out MOM!!!
Hehe! Just had to mention that!
When Ginny came to again she was sprawled out on a soft bed. She opened her eyes and the headache that resulted, split her vision temporarily. When she had regained focus, she looked around. She was in the hospital wing. Malfoy was sitting on a chair next to her bed, he appeared to be sleeping, and it didn't look very comfortable.
GINNY'S POV: Why is Malfoy here? Why does he care? Why did carry me all the way here? Where's Harry. Where's Ron? Where's Hermione? Scratch that, I don't care where Hermione is. Why should I? Why Isn't Ron here? He's my brother, Shouldn't he be the one here and not Malfoy of all people? Why isn't Harry here? He is my friend, and even though he doesn't like me like THAT, I would think he would care enough to be here. I wonder what time it is.
As if someone was reading her mind, Madam Pomfrey walked in. At least Ginny thought it was Madam Pomfrey, with her blurry vision she couldn't be completely sure.
When Madam Pomfrey spoke, however, Ginny was sure it was her.
"It's about time you woke up. A lot of people are wondering about you. You slept for almost two days, and Mr. Malfoy here has stayed next to you every moment he wasn't required to be in class. He has been sleeping there since ten last night, and, although I told him to be out of here by eleven, he remains sleeping in that chair."
She didn't sound angry; it was more like she was confused.
Ginny struggled to regain her complete focus. She squinted in the direction of Madam Pomfrey. Her vision seemed to be getting worse.
She saw an object coming towards her, and felt something being gently forced into her mouth. She immediately tasted a vile liquid trickling down her throat. She reluctantly swallowed, and was rewarded by the quick relief of her headache, and her vision cleared.
"Thanks." She said. She looked up at Madam Pomfrey and gasped. She looked, different. Ginny shook her head, assuming that she was still a little bit dizzy.
"What time is it?" Ginny looked around. She felt stupid, because she knew there were no windows in the hospital wing, but she glanced around anyway.
"It is around three in the morning. I am going to let you sleep out the rest of the night because you have been through quite some shock. What it was you can reveal to me and Professor Dumbledore in the morning." With that Madam Pomfrey set the glass down on the bedside table, and walked out, locking the door behind her.
Ginny freaked.
GINNY'S POV AGAIN: I am locked in this room with MALFOY! What is going on? Why did she lock us in? How can it be three in the morning? I would have woken up! I have never slept this long before! What did she mean by a shock? I don't recall having any kind of... Oh, that. I remember the bathroom, and then a wand. Then blackness, and then Malfoy was holding me. Then everything went black all over again. What did that wand do to me anyway? Why would it cause her to seemingly fall forward? And then there was the whole matter of Malfoy. Why WAS he here?
Ginny's thoughts continued in this fashion for quite some time. She wasn't tired, and even if she was, there was no way she would have been able to fall asleep. She had too much on her mind.
It had been about two hours when suddenly, something to the right of her bed moved. Ginny's questions immediately ceased. She turned her head and looked in the direction of the movement. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Malfoy had woken up due to the voices around him. He looked up and saw the girl's eyes peering over at him in curiosity and, it looked like worry. He gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile, which only cause her to looked even more shocked than before.
Suddenly the girl spoke. "What are -you- doing here?"
Malfoy was startled at her tone. It seemed as though she thought he was someone else, unless, he 'had' met her before. He didn't think so. He struggled to come up with an explanation.
"I, uh, I found you just outside the Slytherin common room a little while after dinner two days ago. You were unconscious and your hand was clasped as though you were holding something invisible. I picked you up and brought you here... to the hospital wing."
She looked incredulous. "Why, would you bother bringing -me- here? I would have thought that you would have left me there, or at the very most gone and gotten a professor to figure out what to do with me."
Malfoy didn't think she was completely all there in her head. She was acting like she was a student there, which was NOT possible. He would have noticed her before now.
"I would never have left you there. You looked as if you were dead, or close to it... Who -are- you anyway?"
The girl snorted. "I think you know Malfoy."
He jumped, he knew he didn't know who she was, but how did she know who he was?
"Have we met?"
Another snort, then a confused glance at his bewildered expression. She stared at him for a moment, her face becoming unreadable. "Draco?" Her face sounded pleading, like a child who was about to receive punishment for something they hadn't done.
Malfoy was confused. "Who? My name is Lucius, I don't know anyone named Draco."
The girl looked about ready to cry by this point. "What? How? Why? HOW!" Her mouth continued to move but no sounds came out. She burst out crying and buried her head in her hands.
Lucius didn't know what he should do. Should he get Madam Pomfrey? Should he try and comfort her? Should he...? He had no clue.
He finally decided to just awkwardly pat her back. "It's okay. It's okay." He had no idea 'what' he was saying was okay, but he hoped it would stop her crying.
His feeble attempts to soothe her only made her sob harder. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Ginny couldn't grasp what was happening, or rather WHY it was happening.
It seemed she had been sent into the past. But wait, that wasn't possible, she had seen Harry, and Crabbe, and Goyle, and... Hermione. At least she 'thought' she had seen them. She was so confused. She couldn't believe that her worst enemy's father was patting her on the back and trying to make her feel better. It was 'almost' laughable. But only almost.
She heard Lucius talking; it was weird thinking of him as -Lucius-. He kept saying, "It's okay." Well, 'it' wasn't okay. Nothing was. How could 'it' be okay if she had just been sent somewhere around twenty or so years into the past? At least she was still at Hogwarts...
Wait. What if she wasn't permitted to stay at Hogwarts? What if Professor Dumbledore said she couldn't attend school there because he had no idea who she was? What if no one believed her and they all just assumed she was an insane little girl who was lost or something? NO. They had to believe her. They just HAD to! OH NO! What if Professor Dumbledore isn't here at this point in time? What about my other professors? No, Professor Dumbledore WILL be here. He HAS to. Madam Pomfrey is here and she looks at least ten years younger than he does. Or did... If he isn't here, than where is he? Maybe I can contact the Ministry of Magic... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Lucius stared at the girl. He still didn't know her name, and he knew that now was not the best time to ask. She looked deep in thought. If he looked past all the tears that were streaming down her face he could see that she was almost in a daydream of sorts. Her sobs were slowing down but tears continued to soak her face. "Strange" thought Lucius. "She is still beautiful even when she is distraught and her face is red."
Lucius didn't want her to cry so long that it affected her condition, whatever her condition was. He pulled her off of the bed and into the chair with him. It wasn't the most comfortable chair, and it definitely was not meant to hold more than one fairly small person. She ended up in his lap and he wrapped his arms around her carefully; pulling her close.
The girl stiffened for a moment, and then relaxed. Her sobs had stopped completely and she looked up at Lucius. She looked confused, overwhelmed, and grateful.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ He's holding me! It doesn't feel weird, or wrong. I kind of like it. What am I thinking? I can't. This is Lucius MALFOY! Draco Malfoy's father! His FATHER! But he is my age. At least in this time. Maybe it's okay for now... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
So there you have it, finally, another chapter. Sorry it took so long.
When Ginny came to again she was sprawled out on a soft bed. She opened her eyes and the headache that resulted, split her vision temporarily. When she had regained focus, she looked around. She was in the hospital wing. Malfoy was sitting on a chair next to her bed, he appeared to be sleeping, and it didn't look very comfortable.
GINNY'S POV: Why is Malfoy here? Why does he care? Why did carry me all the way here? Where's Harry. Where's Ron? Where's Hermione? Scratch that, I don't care where Hermione is. Why should I? Why Isn't Ron here? He's my brother, Shouldn't he be the one here and not Malfoy of all people? Why isn't Harry here? He is my friend, and even though he doesn't like me like THAT, I would think he would care enough to be here. I wonder what time it is.
As if someone was reading her mind, Madam Pomfrey walked in. At least Ginny thought it was Madam Pomfrey, with her blurry vision she couldn't be completely sure.
When Madam Pomfrey spoke, however, Ginny was sure it was her.
"It's about time you woke up. A lot of people are wondering about you. You slept for almost two days, and Mr. Malfoy here has stayed next to you every moment he wasn't required to be in class. He has been sleeping there since ten last night, and, although I told him to be out of here by eleven, he remains sleeping in that chair."
She didn't sound angry; it was more like she was confused.
Ginny struggled to regain her complete focus. She squinted in the direction of Madam Pomfrey. Her vision seemed to be getting worse.
She saw an object coming towards her, and felt something being gently forced into her mouth. She immediately tasted a vile liquid trickling down her throat. She reluctantly swallowed, and was rewarded by the quick relief of her headache, and her vision cleared.
"Thanks." She said. She looked up at Madam Pomfrey and gasped. She looked, different. Ginny shook her head, assuming that she was still a little bit dizzy.
"What time is it?" Ginny looked around. She felt stupid, because she knew there were no windows in the hospital wing, but she glanced around anyway.
"It is around three in the morning. I am going to let you sleep out the rest of the night because you have been through quite some shock. What it was you can reveal to me and Professor Dumbledore in the morning." With that Madam Pomfrey set the glass down on the bedside table, and walked out, locking the door behind her.
Ginny freaked.
GINNY'S POV AGAIN: I am locked in this room with MALFOY! What is going on? Why did she lock us in? How can it be three in the morning? I would have woken up! I have never slept this long before! What did she mean by a shock? I don't recall having any kind of... Oh, that. I remember the bathroom, and then a wand. Then blackness, and then Malfoy was holding me. Then everything went black all over again. What did that wand do to me anyway? Why would it cause her to seemingly fall forward? And then there was the whole matter of Malfoy. Why WAS he here?
Ginny's thoughts continued in this fashion for quite some time. She wasn't tired, and even if she was, there was no way she would have been able to fall asleep. She had too much on her mind.
It had been about two hours when suddenly, something to the right of her bed moved. Ginny's questions immediately ceased. She turned her head and looked in the direction of the movement. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Malfoy had woken up due to the voices around him. He looked up and saw the girl's eyes peering over at him in curiosity and, it looked like worry. He gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile, which only cause her to looked even more shocked than before.
Suddenly the girl spoke. "What are -you- doing here?"
Malfoy was startled at her tone. It seemed as though she thought he was someone else, unless, he 'had' met her before. He didn't think so. He struggled to come up with an explanation.
"I, uh, I found you just outside the Slytherin common room a little while after dinner two days ago. You were unconscious and your hand was clasped as though you were holding something invisible. I picked you up and brought you here... to the hospital wing."
She looked incredulous. "Why, would you bother bringing -me- here? I would have thought that you would have left me there, or at the very most gone and gotten a professor to figure out what to do with me."
Malfoy didn't think she was completely all there in her head. She was acting like she was a student there, which was NOT possible. He would have noticed her before now.
"I would never have left you there. You looked as if you were dead, or close to it... Who -are- you anyway?"
The girl snorted. "I think you know Malfoy."
He jumped, he knew he didn't know who she was, but how did she know who he was?
"Have we met?"
Another snort, then a confused glance at his bewildered expression. She stared at him for a moment, her face becoming unreadable. "Draco?" Her face sounded pleading, like a child who was about to receive punishment for something they hadn't done.
Malfoy was confused. "Who? My name is Lucius, I don't know anyone named Draco."
The girl looked about ready to cry by this point. "What? How? Why? HOW!" Her mouth continued to move but no sounds came out. She burst out crying and buried her head in her hands.
Lucius didn't know what he should do. Should he get Madam Pomfrey? Should he try and comfort her? Should he...? He had no clue.
He finally decided to just awkwardly pat her back. "It's okay. It's okay." He had no idea 'what' he was saying was okay, but he hoped it would stop her crying.
His feeble attempts to soothe her only made her sob harder. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Ginny couldn't grasp what was happening, or rather WHY it was happening.
It seemed she had been sent into the past. But wait, that wasn't possible, she had seen Harry, and Crabbe, and Goyle, and... Hermione. At least she 'thought' she had seen them. She was so confused. She couldn't believe that her worst enemy's father was patting her on the back and trying to make her feel better. It was 'almost' laughable. But only almost.
She heard Lucius talking; it was weird thinking of him as -Lucius-. He kept saying, "It's okay." Well, 'it' wasn't okay. Nothing was. How could 'it' be okay if she had just been sent somewhere around twenty or so years into the past? At least she was still at Hogwarts...
Wait. What if she wasn't permitted to stay at Hogwarts? What if Professor Dumbledore said she couldn't attend school there because he had no idea who she was? What if no one believed her and they all just assumed she was an insane little girl who was lost or something? NO. They had to believe her. They just HAD to! OH NO! What if Professor Dumbledore isn't here at this point in time? What about my other professors? No, Professor Dumbledore WILL be here. He HAS to. Madam Pomfrey is here and she looks at least ten years younger than he does. Or did... If he isn't here, than where is he? Maybe I can contact the Ministry of Magic... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Lucius stared at the girl. He still didn't know her name, and he knew that now was not the best time to ask. She looked deep in thought. If he looked past all the tears that were streaming down her face he could see that she was almost in a daydream of sorts. Her sobs were slowing down but tears continued to soak her face. "Strange" thought Lucius. "She is still beautiful even when she is distraught and her face is red."
Lucius didn't want her to cry so long that it affected her condition, whatever her condition was. He pulled her off of the bed and into the chair with him. It wasn't the most comfortable chair, and it definitely was not meant to hold more than one fairly small person. She ended up in his lap and he wrapped his arms around her carefully; pulling her close.
The girl stiffened for a moment, and then relaxed. Her sobs had stopped completely and she looked up at Lucius. She looked confused, overwhelmed, and grateful.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ He's holding me! It doesn't feel weird, or wrong. I kind of like it. What am I thinking? I can't. This is Lucius MALFOY! Draco Malfoy's father! His FATHER! But he is my age. At least in this time. Maybe it's okay for now... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
So there you have it, finally, another chapter. Sorry it took so long.