Chapter Seven:

He seemed very reluctant to get away from her. What happened that he wasn't telling her? She remembered the library...and the kiss. But that was all. Her fingers flew to her lips, she could still feel the tingles that he had caused her with his mouth.

"What's he hiding?" She whispered, as if expecting the darkness to give her all the answers that she needed. It gave her nothing of the sort. It didn't provide any comfort to her mood; on the contrary it only made her feel abandoned.

She had to find out what happened. It only made matters worse for their 'relationship' if she didn't. But the fact of the matter was, she wasn't exactly sure where they stood right now. The fact that she had told him to leave didn't help much.

"Ugh!" She breathed deeply, finding that her lungs very much craved the air in the room. She laced her fingers together in frustration as he head began to suddenly throb so terribly, that it was screwing with her vision. She shut her eyes and rested back on her pillow. Tomorrow she'd find out what happened.

He sat up all night contemplating what had happened just hours before. She was scared, he knew. She dismissed him so harshly, though. She wanted to know what was going on. And he knew that she would keep at him, or anyone for answers. He felt horribly that he had to keep this from her. He knew that Weasley and Potter were going to keep quiet if they knew what was good for them. He didn't know how long he could keep up this charade for. It would damage his chances to be with her, if he had any after what had occurred tonight.

But if he wanted to keep her, he'd have to tell her what happened. She wouldn't be at all happy, but she needed to know. He knew that her brother would probably curse him into next century. He and Potter swore they'd never tell her. But it wasn't the same for Draco. They didn't want to tell her because they were afraid. But Draco, he needed to tell her because he needed to keep her, but also was afraid of losing her.

Breathing slowly, he tapped on the door with his knuckle. He could hear scurrying inside as it opened and he stepped inside. He watched the nurse fly past him, in a frantic effort to clean up.

"I-err..."

"She cleared out this morning, Mr. Malfoy. She's probably having lunch. Though, she did look mighty upset about something."

Draco muttered a thank you, and set off at rapt speed toward the Great Hall. As the entrance to the Hall came up, he turned slightly and ran straight into the one person he wanted to see.

"Ginny. I've been looking all over for you."

"I want to know what happened."

He stopped in the midst of his next sentence and nodded. He grasped her hand and led them both to an empty classroom. She stepped inside and slid on one of the desks, her skirt hiking up some as she did so. He noticed this and a wolfish grin appeared on his face. He shook his head, remembering why he was here in the first place. He shut the door and leaned against it.

"Please..." She whispered, before sliding off the desk and standing in front of him. He could feel her fingers treading in his hair, her finger grazing his ear lightly. What was she playing at? He remembered reading something about a person's sexual actions being more active then regularly after a coma.

"Hey...what're you doing?" He whispered, gripping her wrist as she prodded his legs apart with her knee. He wanted her to stop, but for some reason he couldn't really remember why. She smelled and looked so good.

"Getting what I want." She replied haughtily and leaned up to kiss him, gnawing lightly on his lip. Suddenly he gripped her hips and swung her into the wall, tearing his lips from hers and going to her neck.

Stop...you've got a reason for being here, remember? He blinked, pulling her away from him.

"No...I needed to tell you what happened the night of your accident!"

"Oh...yes...that." Ginny muttered, shaking her head and leaning against the wall. She looked awfully sad that she didn't get her way. And if he had to guess, they wouldn't get their way after this.

"You'll need to sit down for this."

"I'm leaning...that's good enough."

"Oh..." He blinked, scuffling his feet.

He shook his head, running his fingers through it. He could feel his head tingling slowly. He started to pace the room, trying to figure out where to begin.

"Do you remember anything?"

"I remember...us." And for the first time since she had woke up, a smile grazed her lips slowly. He smiled slowly in return.

"That's all?"

"That's all that's worth remembering." Then he frowned and it startled her.

"Draco?"

"Your brother...it was his fault. H-he caught us kissing and he attack me. You tried to get him off of me and he flung you away. You tripped over one of the tables and hit the floor. Potter brought you to the Hospital Wing and you've been there with me for three months. I never left your side."

Ginny's eyes opened to find Draco sitting next to her, a crooked smile on his lips.

"What happened?"

"You hit your head...you've been out for an hour."

It was a dream, a horrible dream. At least, she prayed it was.

"How?"

And again he revealed the story that she had heard in her dream. Only with a different ending, after he had finished he told her those three little words that make a relationship worth having.

"I love you too."

(A/N: I know, the ending sucked. But this will not have a sequel.)