Chapter Six:

"You stayed with me..." The voice repeated, and Draco could tell it was a female. Whether it was his female he did not know, for it was too dark to tell. He heard shifting and the slow squeaking of a mattress and he felt something clamber on top of him.

"Gin?"

"Who else?"

"H-How do you feel?"

"My head's all bandaged and it stings...what happened?"

He was pondering how she had this much strength to crawl on him after just getting out of a coma. Her question made him shut his eyes for a moment.

"Draco?" Her voice sounded strained, almost forced.

His eyes shot open, and he was drenched in sweat. His eyes strayed to the bed in front of him. His girl lay there, still, breathing weakly and bandaged up. Daybreak had just messed with his view of her, as the suns rays were delicately drenching her body in a yellowish glow.

"You need to wake up...it's been almost three months. I won't allow you to die, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I've loved you since I was thirteen." Again his hand shook as he laced their fingers together.

"You've missed quite a lot of work, Mr. Malfoy." said a voice from the doorway. Draco's eyes widened briefly before he frowned.

"Yes, sir..."

"Is there—any change?" His voice was flat, and emotionless. Why was he here if he hated her? Draco sat up a bit straighter and pulled his chair closer to the bed.

"Does it look like there was?" Draco asked shortly. Professor Snape came around and bent over Ginny, running his fingers along her arm. Draco started.

"Sit down!" He commanded harshly, as his pale cold fingers stopped at her wrist. "Just as I thought..." He muttered, releasing his grip and turning to Draco.

"Her breathing is a bit normal. She might be better tomorrow, if you can hold out that long for her." With that, he swept from the room.

This had Draco thinking. How could Snape know when a comatose patient of three months would wake up?

The night had come crawling back to him, as he continued to hold her hand tightly. He refused to let her go, if she died...he'd never be able to forgive himself.

Soft rustling had awaken him, once again and he stared through the darkness. Someone stared back at him. His fingers grasped his arm and he pinched himself. He winced and realized that he wasn't dreaming.

"Draco?" Her voice was raspy and it dripped with pain.

"Yes." He choked out.

"You stayed...the entire time...how long?"

He blinked. He could hardly believe this was happening. He shook his head, and he ant to tell her, he wanted to so much. That was, until the hand he held pulled him onto the bed, her fingers curling in his hair. He was amazed at her strength.

"Gin, you should just rest."

"How long?" She repeated, almost coldly.

"T-three months." He said flatly.

"What happened?"

"You can't remember?"

"No."

"You fell."

"How?"

"I can't remember..."

"You're lying..."

"I'm not."

"Get away from me."

"What? But Gin..."

"Please...just do as I say."

He nodded and slipped away from her and headed toward the door.

"Gin?"

Silence.

"Glad you're back in with the living." And with that, he was gone. Ginny lay there, a moment or two before she wept.

How had she sent him-the only person who truly cared for her-away? He had loved her since he was thirteen.