Ginny looked up, startled. It took her a moment to register what was
happening. One minute she and Draco had been...together; she knew she
would start blushing if she thought about kissing; then the next he was
flying into the wall, where he now lay crumpled, and she was sure that he
was unconcious. She got up and started to move to him, but something held
her back. She whirled around, but there was no one there. Thinking it might
be some sort of enchantment she glared at the air that wouldn't let her get
to Draco.
Suddenly Hermione's face appeared, along with the rest of her body...and Ron's. Hermione simply looked shocked; her grip on Ginny's arm never frayed for a minute. Ron looked absolutely furious. Ginny was surprised at first, then she remembered Harry's Invisablity Cloak. She scowled and tried to break free of Hermione's grip. "Let go!" he said as she struggled. "You're hurting my arm," she complained. Hermione looked at her, then to Ron, uncertainly. Ron didn't seem to be aware of his surroundings; his attention was focoused soley on his siters face, red and tear-streaked.
"Ginny, are you okay?" he asked, looking from her to Malfoys position on the floor. "No," Ginny snapped. "I'm not. Because you're always butting into my life, and now look what you've done." She started crying again, furious tears rolled down her face as she finally managed to break free. She stood there, glaring at her brother and Hermione, crying. "Ginny," Hermione said softly, moving to her. "Your brother's just concerned, that's all. I mean... it's Malfoy, Ginny. Come on,"
Ron stepped forward and grabbed her arm again. "Oh, no you don't," he said, seeing that she was slowly backing her way to where Draco lay. Ginny stopped moving and stopped crying. She stared blankly ahead, not aknowledging anybody, or anything. Ron looked at Hermione, nervous. "What's she doing?" he asked, dropping his guard for a minute. A minute was all she needed.
She ripped away from him and ran out of the owlry, trying to put as much space as possible between her and her brother. But on her way down the stairs, she was going so fast she missed a step, and fell forward. She gasped and put her arm out to stop her fall, but her leg twisted and when she hit she heard a horrible crack. Not a loud one, but the way it bounced off the walls, making her listen to it's echo, was horrible enough.
She heard footsteps coming twoards her, and she saw Ron coming down, with Hermione following him. "Hermione," she said. "Where's your arm?" She could only see one of Hermione's arms. She found that odd, yet slightly amusing. SHe stated giggling hystreically, then she noticed the look on her brother's face. "What?" she saked, annoyed. "Why are you looking a me like that?" Ron just rushed down besides her and knelt, then he drew out his wand and muttered something Ginny couldn't hear.
She had the strangest sensation that she was floating, then everything snapped together. Everything became clear again, even the pain. Especially the pain. She groaned, realizing that she had broken both her leg and her wrist. Whnever she breathed she felt sharp pains going down to her leg, then she groaned again,but not because of the pain. She had just remembered that Madame Pomfrey had recieved a call; one of her relatives was ill and they couldn't figure out what was wrong.
So an assistant nurse, Miss Sharmp , was at the hospital wing, and Madame Pomfrey had given everyone orders to be extra careful, as assistants don't do bone magic or curse magic. She would have to be in a cast. Imagine, a real cast, just like the Muggles wore when they broke a bone. At least she could give her something magical for the pain.
When the reached the hospital wing they found Miss Sharmp attending to someone else, who was hidden by her body. When she turned around they saw that whoever it was had been covreed up and had their back turned to them. Ron didn't pay much attention to this person, he was busy telling Miss Shramp how Ginny had tripped coming down the stairs. Ginny narrowed her eyes on this person. There was something familiar....yet she didn't know what.
All she wanted to do was lie down and go to sleep, but she had to stay awake to allow Miss Shramp to check her. "Well, yes, see, the right leg is broken....along with the left wrist....that is some strange accident you had there, Miss Weasley. Well, I'm on strict orders not to heal bones, so I'll fix you up a cast. Of course you'll get something for the pain, oh where is it...here," she said, all thw while rummaging through boxes and cabinets until she held up a small bottle, that had a sickly seewt smell coming from it.
From far away it was bad enough, but with a small cup of it right under her nose Ginny felt as if she were suffocating. The smell oozed it's way into her nostrils and down her throat, choking her. She swallowed it, expecting it to taste bad, but, oddly, it had no taste at all. She felt herself getting drowsy, and finally Miss Shramp said, "It's alright to sleep, now, honey. I'll just be putting on the cast, it'll be no problem at all, and..." Ginny drifted off while she was talking, and fell into a deep sleep full of silver cats and too-large flowers.
Suddenly Hermione's face appeared, along with the rest of her body...and Ron's. Hermione simply looked shocked; her grip on Ginny's arm never frayed for a minute. Ron looked absolutely furious. Ginny was surprised at first, then she remembered Harry's Invisablity Cloak. She scowled and tried to break free of Hermione's grip. "Let go!" he said as she struggled. "You're hurting my arm," she complained. Hermione looked at her, then to Ron, uncertainly. Ron didn't seem to be aware of his surroundings; his attention was focoused soley on his siters face, red and tear-streaked.
"Ginny, are you okay?" he asked, looking from her to Malfoys position on the floor. "No," Ginny snapped. "I'm not. Because you're always butting into my life, and now look what you've done." She started crying again, furious tears rolled down her face as she finally managed to break free. She stood there, glaring at her brother and Hermione, crying. "Ginny," Hermione said softly, moving to her. "Your brother's just concerned, that's all. I mean... it's Malfoy, Ginny. Come on,"
Ron stepped forward and grabbed her arm again. "Oh, no you don't," he said, seeing that she was slowly backing her way to where Draco lay. Ginny stopped moving and stopped crying. She stared blankly ahead, not aknowledging anybody, or anything. Ron looked at Hermione, nervous. "What's she doing?" he asked, dropping his guard for a minute. A minute was all she needed.
She ripped away from him and ran out of the owlry, trying to put as much space as possible between her and her brother. But on her way down the stairs, she was going so fast she missed a step, and fell forward. She gasped and put her arm out to stop her fall, but her leg twisted and when she hit she heard a horrible crack. Not a loud one, but the way it bounced off the walls, making her listen to it's echo, was horrible enough.
She heard footsteps coming twoards her, and she saw Ron coming down, with Hermione following him. "Hermione," she said. "Where's your arm?" She could only see one of Hermione's arms. She found that odd, yet slightly amusing. SHe stated giggling hystreically, then she noticed the look on her brother's face. "What?" she saked, annoyed. "Why are you looking a me like that?" Ron just rushed down besides her and knelt, then he drew out his wand and muttered something Ginny couldn't hear.
She had the strangest sensation that she was floating, then everything snapped together. Everything became clear again, even the pain. Especially the pain. She groaned, realizing that she had broken both her leg and her wrist. Whnever she breathed she felt sharp pains going down to her leg, then she groaned again,but not because of the pain. She had just remembered that Madame Pomfrey had recieved a call; one of her relatives was ill and they couldn't figure out what was wrong.
So an assistant nurse, Miss Sharmp , was at the hospital wing, and Madame Pomfrey had given everyone orders to be extra careful, as assistants don't do bone magic or curse magic. She would have to be in a cast. Imagine, a real cast, just like the Muggles wore when they broke a bone. At least she could give her something magical for the pain.
When the reached the hospital wing they found Miss Sharmp attending to someone else, who was hidden by her body. When she turned around they saw that whoever it was had been covreed up and had their back turned to them. Ron didn't pay much attention to this person, he was busy telling Miss Shramp how Ginny had tripped coming down the stairs. Ginny narrowed her eyes on this person. There was something familiar....yet she didn't know what.
All she wanted to do was lie down and go to sleep, but she had to stay awake to allow Miss Shramp to check her. "Well, yes, see, the right leg is broken....along with the left wrist....that is some strange accident you had there, Miss Weasley. Well, I'm on strict orders not to heal bones, so I'll fix you up a cast. Of course you'll get something for the pain, oh where is it...here," she said, all thw while rummaging through boxes and cabinets until she held up a small bottle, that had a sickly seewt smell coming from it.
From far away it was bad enough, but with a small cup of it right under her nose Ginny felt as if she were suffocating. The smell oozed it's way into her nostrils and down her throat, choking her. She swallowed it, expecting it to taste bad, but, oddly, it had no taste at all. She felt herself getting drowsy, and finally Miss Shramp said, "It's alright to sleep, now, honey. I'll just be putting on the cast, it'll be no problem at all, and..." Ginny drifted off while she was talking, and fell into a deep sleep full of silver cats and too-large flowers.