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[A/N] OK, There is a REASON this took me so long, three weeks to be exact. I was away, visiting relatives with no internet, so that is why I am doing it now, plus my e-mail went all dissconfigured again, and I lost all my reviews...AGAIN, but don't worry, today we are getting my e-mail fixed so it shouldn't happen again! Also, when I came home, I found out that my parents had painted my room, all my furniture, and I have a new bed with throw pillows!!!! It is dark green, and it was sponged, and all my furniture was painted black, and I have a HUGE bed, I also have a new computer desk! I'll give you a hint on how much I love it, when I walked in, I started to cry, I HATE crying, that is why my Malfoy hates it, cuz I want to stab each and every tear ever spilled with a butcher knife!!!! But I cried out of pure joy when I saw it, so I am telling you about it, even if you don't care!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Ginny's Pov

I looked at the curling white mist surrounding my bare feet, not trusting myself to look up at the angel scolding me. I could just see the tips of her pink wings folded neatly behind her back. Maria.

"You know the rules Ginevra, did you not take the Guardian course? Did I not SPECIFICALLY tell you not to be touched? No one living is to TOUCH an angel, unless for defending purposes! And here you are, practically mauling your charge! You are a disgrace!" Uh oh...I felt the feathers on my wings begin to prick, a few catching fire.

"Put out your wings right now! You know that if you attack me I will hit back!"

"I am not your slave." Ginny hissed through clenched teeth, finally looking up from the curling clouds and into Maria's soft violet eyes. She didn't flinch as she felt a stinging sensation across her left cheek, and blood trickled down her skin. She knew it was not real blood. She couldn't bleed ; it was just an illusion, to scare her into obedience.

"Don't you raise your eyes to me again, Ginevra, I am older, stronger, and higher in the monarchy, disobey at your own cost." I scowled at her and disappeared into Malfoy's room. It was four in the morning and he was still sleeping, I watched him, not raising a hand to wipe the blood away, It would dry, and I would then wash it off, no point wiping it off just to bleed more...this was ridiculous, I am dead I can't bleed. As I watch Malfoy, I remember the night before; I am not embarrassed, as I know I would have been when I was alive. No, it was such a great feeling, to be touched again, to not be...alone. I wish it could happen again, I wish I could just be touched, but, being dead...it has its disadvantages...I keep myself veiled from human eyes as he stirs, I am not ready for him to see me yet. I watch him and smile, as he searches the room for me, not so subtly, and rub his eyes.

"Angel from hell..." He mumbles and saunters into the bathroom. I sit and wait, deciding what to say when he comes back out.

Draco's Pov

I suddenly shot away, ripping myself from the half remembered dream, I can feel her in the room, my eyes scan over the supposedly empty chairs, and desk, sunlight slipping through the crack of my green black out curtains, I know she is there, watching me. I shake my head and rub my tired eyes.

"Angel from hell..." I mumble then get up to take a shower; my head was throbbing with a pounding pain, as it often does when I just wake up. The cold shower did nothing for my head ach, so as I get dressed, I have to stop and put a hand to my head, the pain going from unbearable, to blinding. This happens often, and I know it will go away in a few hours, so I ignore it, and walk back into the bed room, Ginevra shimmers into view and flicks her hand in my direction, most of the pain receded from my skull, but there was still a dull throb.

I know what usually happens when I get involved with a girl, the next day they come running, assuming the night before meant something to me, they hang off my arm, ask if I am comfortable, pile food on my plate, and make goo-goo eyes at me, I ignore them for a few days until they burst out crying and run off, leaving me to sweet peace. So, I mumbled a 'thanks' to Ginevra, expecting her to swoon, and cry, and smile, and all the other silly things girls do when they fall for me. But instead, she smirked at me, winced in pain, then said,

"C'mon, we don't have all day Malfoy, go get breakfast, and I will watch jealously from above." I raised my eyebrow at her, and then noticed the drying drip of blood running down her cheek. She saw me looking at it and scowled, she ruffled her wings indignantly and said,

"Don't even ask. I'm having a bad enough day with out adding you to the mix." I didn't want her to make my head ach come back, and for once in my life was not in the mood to argue, so I just nodded and walked out of the room, leaving her stunned, behind me. I walked alone to the entrance hall, unless my angel followed me, I didn't look back to check. A few of my fellow Slytherins tried to join me, but I held them off with a few withering glares. I wasn't in the mood to put up with idiots. I sat and ate alone, half listening to the insults and fun makings of Pansy, directed at the golden trio. I glanced up and saw Ginevra; wearing the white gown I had seen her in the night we met. She didn't seem to notice it, or else she probably would have magiced it away by now. I took the gown as a guess that she had been in heaven, and had been punished for fraternising with a mortal. I followed her gaze to where her brother and his friends were sitting. Granger had silent tears running down her face, Weasely had no shoes on, his tie hanging off his arm, and his shirt unbuttoned. Potter was eating while staring a head of him; he kept missing his mouth, his eyes haunted. My gaze went back up to Ginevra, then the trio. I swore, and got up, knowing what I was about to do. I left the entrance hall and waited by the door.

"What are you doing?" Ginevra asked, exasperated. She looked ruffled at me as I sat in the shadows.

"I am about to do you a favour. Don't think I can't see you watching the Gruesome Threesome, so, if you stick around, I'll let you get a close up view."

"WHAT?! YOU are going to do something nice for ME?" She looked like she was going to faint, her eyes were bulging and a huge goofy smile had made its way onto her face. For a moment, I was afraid she would hug me, but she seemed to decide against it and contented herself with a thank you and an even bigger smile. I just rolled my eyes and waited. Most of the school left before Potter, Weasely, and Granger realised they were the only ones left and slumped out, I grabbed Grander by the arm and covered her mouth with my hand, slinking back into the shadows, she didn't struggle, cry out, or even acknowledge the fact that I was holding her captive. And Weasely and Potter didn't even notice that bone of their number was missing. This was weird. As soon as I let go of Granger she sighed, turned around, sniffed loudly and asked rather half heartedly, as if it were a chore,

"What do you want Malfoy?"

"Come with me." I said. I knew she would follow, and I led her into the library, and flashed my Head Boy badge to Madam Prince, while walking towards the restricted section. I scanned the shelves quickly and soon found what I wanted while Ginny and Hermione waited sad, and confused. I pulled out a huge silver book with little pink gowned angels flying around the rim, then plopped it at Granger's feet. In spidery gold letters, the cover said, 'The Book of Appointments, by: God's Angels,'

"Read," I commanded Granger, and she plopped down like a robot, and scanned the pages, page after page after page, I waited impatiently for her to finish, and it took her only a few hours, I looked over at Ginevra who was staring at the book in pure amazement, and recognition. When Granger finished, she closed the book and looked up at me expectantly. I pulled out a secret section attached to the back, rather like a dictionary and flipped to the 'W' section, then scanned down for Ginevra's name. And there it was.

'Weasely, Ginevra: Silver Winges, Guardian Angel of Malfoy, Draco.' The whole process was some how remembered from a long ago dream, I did not know how, but I knew this book was in Hogwarts, and I knew that Granger needed to see it, I knew Ginevra needed her to, and from there on, things would be easier. And the worst part was, I cared that things would be easier, I wanted Ginevra to be happy, and I knew it, and it scared me. I pointed to it and suddenly, Granger shot back into calculativity, (Which IS a word) she scanned the name, and flipped back to a certain page in the book, read it again and lookd at me.

"Is it true?" She whispered, her face terrified, her eyes flowing over with tears of happieness. I scowled at the tears, but nodded solemly.

"Prove it." I was ready for this. The rules in that book said that Ginevra was not aloud to be seen by any one but me. But it did not say nobody could see her move anything.

"Ginevra," I said, looking pointedly at her, "Pick up the chair next to you," She picked the chair up over her head, twirled it around and put it back down, I made a point to Granger that I was not holding me wand.

"G-ginny?" Granger sobbed, looking at a spot just to the left of where she was standing,

"Yes, it is me." She said, and by the sudden look of shock on Granger's face, I knew that she had heard it too.

[A/N] Well, I don't really like this chapter much, but the story needs an update, so here it is!

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