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A/N: I like the chapter sorry about where it leaves you hanging. Enjoy and Read and Review. ::Picks up her Plot bunny and sits down at her computer::
Chapter 8: Dying?
A week had past since Draco had returned to the castle. He had been extremely mean to almost everyone, even a lot of the Slytherins. He had barley talked to Professor Snape. He ignored Harry's stalkers, since the day he had used the unforgivable curse on him. He had ignored what people had said about Ginny, well tried to. He had heard that Ginny was getting sicker, as much as he didn't want to admit it he was extremely worried about her.
He had to see her. His heart wouldn't let him get a peaceful night of sleep until he at least talk to her once, so before his class he sneaked past Madam Pomfrey and crawled over on hands and knees to Ginny's bedside.
He looked down at her sleeping figure. He didn't want to wake her but, he knew if he didn't it would be a really long time before he had this chance again.
He kissed her forehead and watched as her eyes fluttered open and into focus.
She couldn't push herself up; she was too weak and sleepy. Her eyes went to Draco and she blinked several times before the realization hit her. "Draco, what are you doing here, I said I didn't want to see you."
"I don't care what you want. I thought I told you before, it's not what you want, it's what I want." Draco pushed the stray strand of red hair out of her face. He then noticed how pale she was; she looked like a ghost. It reminded him of something he just couldn't quite place.
"What do you want?" She asked bitterly, turning away from him.
"I wanted to talk to you. I was told everything. I can't believe you would've done such a thing. We could've talked it through Ginny." Draco said grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him.
"I didn't want to." She pulled away. "I took care of the situation myself." A tear fell from her eyes.
He wiped the tear away with his finger. "Yeah sure you did. Here we are broken up, you sick and me a Death Eater. You solved everything, Gin." He rolled his eyes.
"I tried." Ginny said on the verge of a break down.
"Ginny, I didn't come here to make you feel bad or to accuse you of anything. So quit with the water works." Draco was getting irritated.
"Then what do you want?" She sniffed back the tears.
"Why didn't you want to talk to me about it?" Draco asked in a gentler voice.
"I knew you would want to continue going out no matter what your father said or did. And I really didn't want to have a dead boyfriend." She turned away from him again. "I love you Draco, to much to let you die or see you get hurt."
Draco shifted uncomfortably. She was making him nervous and he hated being nervous. "My father couldn't do anything to me." He lied.
"Draco you let him beat you. I'm sure that if he really wanted to he would kill you he could. And even you know your lying. Why do you let your pride get in the way of things?"
"For your information I don't let him beat me!" Draco said shaking.
"Then why do you just stand there, when he does it, and do nothing."
Draco was lost for words. "What do you know!" He said hotly as he stood up.
"I understand Draco. It's a normal emotion to be scared of something or someone." Ginny gripped his hand and squeezed it slightly.
He pulled his hand away as though she had burned him. "I'm not scared!" He lied again. He knew he was scared of his father and him furious that she knew it. "I..." Draco stopped not knowing what to say next. He glared at her. "I don't your pity. I can take care of myself. I don't need you. I don't need anyone." He walked out of the hospital wing before she had a chance to reply.
He checked his wristwatch and noticed that he was late for Transfigurations. He walked there as quickly as possible. When he opened the door, everyone stared at him. "Don't stare at me, I'm not wonder boy." Draco snapped.
McGonagall approached him. "Why are you late Mr. Malfoy?" She said in a sharp tone.
"I had something better to do with my time." Draco said confidently.
"Ten points off Slytherin for your attitude." She pointed to his chair. "Now take a seat. Before I take off anymore."
"Like I care what you do. And I'm not in the mood to sit."
"Would you like to see the Headmaster?" She put her hands on her hips as a sign of annoyance.
"Ooo, I'm so scared of the old fool." He replied sarcastically.
"That's it! Go now. I don't want to see you in my class right now." She gestured to the door, dismissing him.
Draco walked out of the room and towards Dumbledore's office.
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"Draco this is the 5th time this week, you've been in my office." Dumbledore said removing his glasses and setting them on the desk. "Is there something that's bothering you?"
"No." Draco really didn't want to talk, so he was keeping the conversation short.
Dumbledore picked up his glasses and put them on his face as he looked at the parchment laid in front of him. "From most of your teachers I've gotten notes saying: you've refused to participate in class, you pick on the student body more then usual, you've barley turned in any work, and you've been daydreaming a lot." Dumbledore pushed his glasses up onto his face. "They are just concerned for you Draco. And I'd say by the looks of you, you haven't been getting that much sleep at night.
"Why does it matter to you people what I do? It's my decisions, it's my life, I choose." Draco said in a low and dangerous tone. "Not you, not my father, and not Ginny."
Dumbledore knew right then that he had touched a soft spot. Something was bothering him about his father and Ginny, and he was going to find out what it was. "Is their something going on with Ginny or your father that I should know about?"
"No, and if there was, why would I tell you. Are you me? NO I don't think so. It's my problem and I'll deal with it, like I always do." He stood up and walked over to the bookshelf because he needed to walk.
"Why do you always have to do things yourself?" Dumbledore asked standing up as well. "Can't you rely on someone just once?"
"No, you do it once and then you can never stop. I don't need that. I have enough problems to deal with without having to take on the responsibilities of someone else." Draco paused. "If you lived the life I have, you would think the same thing." He started looking at the titles of the books on the shelf.
Dumbledore smiled mysteriously. "I don't think so."
Draco looked up from the books. "And why do you say that?" He asked curiously.
"Because if I were you, how could I be so bitter and stubborn when I have my everything right in front of my eyes."
Draco just stared at him. What on earth was the old man talking about? His everything? What in the world was that?
"You should go and get some rest Draco and by the confused look on your face, I'd say think about what I've said."
He nodded to the Headmaster and walked out the door and down the hallway.
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Draco wondered the halls until it was dinnertime. He walked into the Great Hall. He had been thinking about what Dumbledore had said all day. He couldn't get the conversation out of his head. Damn him, Draco thought as he sat down in his normal spot at the Slytherin table.
He glanced at the Gryffindor table and saw Ginny still wasn't there. How sick was she?
He put food on his plate but he didn't eat it, he just moved it around with his fork. He wasn't used to feeling confused and uncomfortable around everyone. Normally when he didn't start to feel like that he would push the feelings aside and forget about them, but for some reason he couldn't and he was really annoying.
He needed to do something besides sit here and look like an idiot child playing with their food. So he stood up and walked out of the Great Hall, he went to the common room, grabbed a mystery book and walked onto Hogwarts grounds.
He walked aimlessly around all the while reading his book. It was a good idea to get his mind off the current situation.
He stopped and sat down by a tree. Not until he looked up did he realize where he was. He was sitting under the tree where he had his first long conversation with Ginny a couple of months ago. It seems like ages now. He stared out at the water, it was really pretty with the moon was out.
He turned his focus to the moon. It was pale; it reminded him of Ginny's face in the hospital wing. There was something about that that made him remember something he still couldn't place. All of a sudden the thought hit him.
She looked like his mother did the last time he saw her. She was that pale and that sick. Was Ginny dying?
Draco stood up suddenly he had to make sure his accusations were true. He ran as fast as he could back towards the castle to go to the hospital wing.
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He ran into the wing, gasping for breath because he had ran the entire way. He raced over to the bed where Ginny used to lay.
He looked around panicking. Where was she? He wasn't to late was he?
He spotted Madam Pomfrey. He advanced on her quickly. "Where is Ginny Weasley?"
She looked at him. "I'm still running test in her, but she wanted to be up in Gryffindor tower so I gave her permission to lay there as long as she promised not to leave there." She answered turning back to her work.
Draco stared at her for a minute. He knew why she wanted to be in Gryffindor tower, because he couldn't go there. Well he was going to prove her wrong. He was going to get into there if it was the last thing he did.
He walked off once again. He knew where the portrait of the Fat Lady was and he was going to convince her to let him in.
When he approached her, she didn't even so much as give him a glance.
"Please let me in." He pleaded. He would get on his hands and knees right now if it would save Ginny from death.
"I can't let you in without a password. And besides your not Gryffindor." She stated.
"I'm aware of that fact. I really need in there it's important."
"Nothing can be that important."
Draco sighed and explained everything to her. When he was done explaining she was almost in tears.
Draco knew at that moment he had charmed her. "You can go in, but don't tell anyone." She whispered. "And do make sure, she'll be okay." She dabbed her face.
"I promise." Draco walked threw the door.
When he looked around the first thing he noticed was that it was very bright and cheery. He looked around, he remembered someone saying something about the Girl's Dormitories were to the right.
He walked up the staircase until he found the door that said 6th years on the front of it. He pushed open the door.
He saw Lucius shoving a bottle into his pocket and grabbing an object that looked like a muggle pencil and disappearing.
Draco ran over to Ginny's bed and saw that she was sleeping. He picked up her glass of water and smelled it.
He glared at the glass. He knew that smell anywhere. It was poison.
A/N: Good place to stop huh. Well I'll start the next chapter soon. Please Review. ::looks over at Fred and George:: I really needed the money so I had to babysit them but hey me and Draco can handle it. ::Grabs Draco and pulls him into a hug::
A/N: I like the chapter sorry about where it leaves you hanging. Enjoy and Read and Review. ::Picks up her Plot bunny and sits down at her computer::
Chapter 8: Dying?
A week had past since Draco had returned to the castle. He had been extremely mean to almost everyone, even a lot of the Slytherins. He had barley talked to Professor Snape. He ignored Harry's stalkers, since the day he had used the unforgivable curse on him. He had ignored what people had said about Ginny, well tried to. He had heard that Ginny was getting sicker, as much as he didn't want to admit it he was extremely worried about her.
He had to see her. His heart wouldn't let him get a peaceful night of sleep until he at least talk to her once, so before his class he sneaked past Madam Pomfrey and crawled over on hands and knees to Ginny's bedside.
He looked down at her sleeping figure. He didn't want to wake her but, he knew if he didn't it would be a really long time before he had this chance again.
He kissed her forehead and watched as her eyes fluttered open and into focus.
She couldn't push herself up; she was too weak and sleepy. Her eyes went to Draco and she blinked several times before the realization hit her. "Draco, what are you doing here, I said I didn't want to see you."
"I don't care what you want. I thought I told you before, it's not what you want, it's what I want." Draco pushed the stray strand of red hair out of her face. He then noticed how pale she was; she looked like a ghost. It reminded him of something he just couldn't quite place.
"What do you want?" She asked bitterly, turning away from him.
"I wanted to talk to you. I was told everything. I can't believe you would've done such a thing. We could've talked it through Ginny." Draco said grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him.
"I didn't want to." She pulled away. "I took care of the situation myself." A tear fell from her eyes.
He wiped the tear away with his finger. "Yeah sure you did. Here we are broken up, you sick and me a Death Eater. You solved everything, Gin." He rolled his eyes.
"I tried." Ginny said on the verge of a break down.
"Ginny, I didn't come here to make you feel bad or to accuse you of anything. So quit with the water works." Draco was getting irritated.
"Then what do you want?" She sniffed back the tears.
"Why didn't you want to talk to me about it?" Draco asked in a gentler voice.
"I knew you would want to continue going out no matter what your father said or did. And I really didn't want to have a dead boyfriend." She turned away from him again. "I love you Draco, to much to let you die or see you get hurt."
Draco shifted uncomfortably. She was making him nervous and he hated being nervous. "My father couldn't do anything to me." He lied.
"Draco you let him beat you. I'm sure that if he really wanted to he would kill you he could. And even you know your lying. Why do you let your pride get in the way of things?"
"For your information I don't let him beat me!" Draco said shaking.
"Then why do you just stand there, when he does it, and do nothing."
Draco was lost for words. "What do you know!" He said hotly as he stood up.
"I understand Draco. It's a normal emotion to be scared of something or someone." Ginny gripped his hand and squeezed it slightly.
He pulled his hand away as though she had burned him. "I'm not scared!" He lied again. He knew he was scared of his father and him furious that she knew it. "I..." Draco stopped not knowing what to say next. He glared at her. "I don't your pity. I can take care of myself. I don't need you. I don't need anyone." He walked out of the hospital wing before she had a chance to reply.
He checked his wristwatch and noticed that he was late for Transfigurations. He walked there as quickly as possible. When he opened the door, everyone stared at him. "Don't stare at me, I'm not wonder boy." Draco snapped.
McGonagall approached him. "Why are you late Mr. Malfoy?" She said in a sharp tone.
"I had something better to do with my time." Draco said confidently.
"Ten points off Slytherin for your attitude." She pointed to his chair. "Now take a seat. Before I take off anymore."
"Like I care what you do. And I'm not in the mood to sit."
"Would you like to see the Headmaster?" She put her hands on her hips as a sign of annoyance.
"Ooo, I'm so scared of the old fool." He replied sarcastically.
"That's it! Go now. I don't want to see you in my class right now." She gestured to the door, dismissing him.
Draco walked out of the room and towards Dumbledore's office.
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"Draco this is the 5th time this week, you've been in my office." Dumbledore said removing his glasses and setting them on the desk. "Is there something that's bothering you?"
"No." Draco really didn't want to talk, so he was keeping the conversation short.
Dumbledore picked up his glasses and put them on his face as he looked at the parchment laid in front of him. "From most of your teachers I've gotten notes saying: you've refused to participate in class, you pick on the student body more then usual, you've barley turned in any work, and you've been daydreaming a lot." Dumbledore pushed his glasses up onto his face. "They are just concerned for you Draco. And I'd say by the looks of you, you haven't been getting that much sleep at night.
"Why does it matter to you people what I do? It's my decisions, it's my life, I choose." Draco said in a low and dangerous tone. "Not you, not my father, and not Ginny."
Dumbledore knew right then that he had touched a soft spot. Something was bothering him about his father and Ginny, and he was going to find out what it was. "Is their something going on with Ginny or your father that I should know about?"
"No, and if there was, why would I tell you. Are you me? NO I don't think so. It's my problem and I'll deal with it, like I always do." He stood up and walked over to the bookshelf because he needed to walk.
"Why do you always have to do things yourself?" Dumbledore asked standing up as well. "Can't you rely on someone just once?"
"No, you do it once and then you can never stop. I don't need that. I have enough problems to deal with without having to take on the responsibilities of someone else." Draco paused. "If you lived the life I have, you would think the same thing." He started looking at the titles of the books on the shelf.
Dumbledore smiled mysteriously. "I don't think so."
Draco looked up from the books. "And why do you say that?" He asked curiously.
"Because if I were you, how could I be so bitter and stubborn when I have my everything right in front of my eyes."
Draco just stared at him. What on earth was the old man talking about? His everything? What in the world was that?
"You should go and get some rest Draco and by the confused look on your face, I'd say think about what I've said."
He nodded to the Headmaster and walked out the door and down the hallway.
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Draco wondered the halls until it was dinnertime. He walked into the Great Hall. He had been thinking about what Dumbledore had said all day. He couldn't get the conversation out of his head. Damn him, Draco thought as he sat down in his normal spot at the Slytherin table.
He glanced at the Gryffindor table and saw Ginny still wasn't there. How sick was she?
He put food on his plate but he didn't eat it, he just moved it around with his fork. He wasn't used to feeling confused and uncomfortable around everyone. Normally when he didn't start to feel like that he would push the feelings aside and forget about them, but for some reason he couldn't and he was really annoying.
He needed to do something besides sit here and look like an idiot child playing with their food. So he stood up and walked out of the Great Hall, he went to the common room, grabbed a mystery book and walked onto Hogwarts grounds.
He walked aimlessly around all the while reading his book. It was a good idea to get his mind off the current situation.
He stopped and sat down by a tree. Not until he looked up did he realize where he was. He was sitting under the tree where he had his first long conversation with Ginny a couple of months ago. It seems like ages now. He stared out at the water, it was really pretty with the moon was out.
He turned his focus to the moon. It was pale; it reminded him of Ginny's face in the hospital wing. There was something about that that made him remember something he still couldn't place. All of a sudden the thought hit him.
She looked like his mother did the last time he saw her. She was that pale and that sick. Was Ginny dying?
Draco stood up suddenly he had to make sure his accusations were true. He ran as fast as he could back towards the castle to go to the hospital wing.
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He ran into the wing, gasping for breath because he had ran the entire way. He raced over to the bed where Ginny used to lay.
He looked around panicking. Where was she? He wasn't to late was he?
He spotted Madam Pomfrey. He advanced on her quickly. "Where is Ginny Weasley?"
She looked at him. "I'm still running test in her, but she wanted to be up in Gryffindor tower so I gave her permission to lay there as long as she promised not to leave there." She answered turning back to her work.
Draco stared at her for a minute. He knew why she wanted to be in Gryffindor tower, because he couldn't go there. Well he was going to prove her wrong. He was going to get into there if it was the last thing he did.
He walked off once again. He knew where the portrait of the Fat Lady was and he was going to convince her to let him in.
When he approached her, she didn't even so much as give him a glance.
"Please let me in." He pleaded. He would get on his hands and knees right now if it would save Ginny from death.
"I can't let you in without a password. And besides your not Gryffindor." She stated.
"I'm aware of that fact. I really need in there it's important."
"Nothing can be that important."
Draco sighed and explained everything to her. When he was done explaining she was almost in tears.
Draco knew at that moment he had charmed her. "You can go in, but don't tell anyone." She whispered. "And do make sure, she'll be okay." She dabbed her face.
"I promise." Draco walked threw the door.
When he looked around the first thing he noticed was that it was very bright and cheery. He looked around, he remembered someone saying something about the Girl's Dormitories were to the right.
He walked up the staircase until he found the door that said 6th years on the front of it. He pushed open the door.
He saw Lucius shoving a bottle into his pocket and grabbing an object that looked like a muggle pencil and disappearing.
Draco ran over to Ginny's bed and saw that she was sleeping. He picked up her glass of water and smelled it.
He glared at the glass. He knew that smell anywhere. It was poison.
A/N: Good place to stop huh. Well I'll start the next chapter soon. Please Review. ::looks over at Fred and George:: I really needed the money so I had to babysit them but hey me and Draco can handle it. ::Grabs Draco and pulls him into a hug::