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Chapter 4: To Ginevra
After a few acidic comments from Healer Kelley simply dripping with sexual innuendos, Ginny bolted from the room like her bum was on fire. Draco just sat in his bed, extremely happy with himself, a smile on his face the entire time as he endured the whole 'you dog!' macho-guy-talk with Kelley.
Finally, Kelley left Draco so he could sleep, dreaming the whole while about none other then Ginny Weasley and her strawberry flavored lips.
But, after only sleeping for what felt like five minutes, Draco was rudely awakened.
Draco's eyes snapped open, and his heart skipped a beat when he looked at the person who had shaken him awake.
Standing there, looking slightly nervous, was this man who Draco had never seen before. His first instinct was to—obviously—blow this guy to pieces with a simple spell. However, his wand was inconveniently over on the other side of the room by his clothes. But as soon as Draco got a good look at the man, it was obvious he wasn't working for Voldemort.
"What the bloody hell—" Draco began, trying to sit up.
"Shut up," The man said quickly. "I don't have very much time. I'm not really supposed to be in here, I was just sent here by Dumbledore to tell you something." He looked around quickly before whispering, "Voldemort is after you."
"You're out of your bloody mind." Draco said loudly.
"Shh!" The man said, looking around nervously once more. "I'm serious. One of Dumbledore's spies heard Voldemort telling his followers that there was a trader in their inner circle."
"That could be anyone!" Draco said quickly, not wanting to believe that the secret he had fought so hard to keep quiet was now being whispered to the most powerful dark wizard ever.
"Let me finish," the man said quietly. "Voldemort then told Lucius—your father—"
"Unfortunately," Draco muttered.
"—to kill you." The man finished. Draco suddenly became silent. "He told him to, 'correct the mistake you and Narcissa made nineteen years ago.'"
There was a short pause, as Draco tried to find a reason as to why this person couldn't be him.
"You have to leave," the man whispered. "Dumbledore said to leave right away and hide out at the safe house you two had discussed earlier. He will contact you as soon as the situation changes."
"Right," Draco said as the man Disapparated. "Leave as soon as possible. Perfect."
Within less then a few minutes, someone else entered the room, and Draco's mood got even worse.
"Already awake?" Healer Kelley asked. "Well, now's as good a time as any to give you the counter potion."
"What?" Draco asked, his mind on Ginny and the idea of never seeing her again. "Oh, right, the potion...right."
Once Kelley had rid Draco of the damn corset around his stomach that was making it impossible to breath, and gave him the potion, Kelley started saying something, but Draco wasn't listening. He was trying to think of how to break the news to Ginny.
"When'll Irish be around?" Draco asked suddenly, not caring that he was interrupting his Healer.
"Weasley? Probably not for a while." Kelley said casually. "She was just sitting in the break room, gossiping with some other nurses and being useless, so I gave her a bunch of paper work to do. She'll probably be done some time in the afternoon."
Healer Kelley had a sort of smart-ass smile on his face, making Draco want to break his head.
"Anyways, she'll come over here and, once you two are done making googly-eyes at each other, she'll perform a simple charm and you'll be free to go. We'll probably let you out first thing tomorrow." Kelley smiled slyly before saying, "That is, if she gets her head out of the clouds long enough to remember the charm—"
"Why don't you just lay off Irish?" Draco asked angrily. "She's a damn good nurse, and all you ever do is demean her."
"You're just saying that because you're banging her." Kelley said with a smile.
"And you're just saying that because you never will." Draco snapped. "Now kindly take your midlife-crisis-anger somewhere else and bugger off."
Kelley, looking more shocked then anything, slowly backed out of the room.
"Now all that's left before I flee for my life is Irish," Draco sighed.
Ginny sat in the break room, wanting desperately to rip out all of her hair in frustration as she slaved over the documents in front of her. All she could think about was Draco and that wasn't much help when she was being forced to organize pages and pages about treating dragon burns and what to do when a wizard swallows a fairy—to which Ginny simply muttered, "Commend them on their stupidity, of course."
"Weasley," Kelley said loudly, seeming angrier then usual. "Why do you insist on ignoring your patients?"
"I was just doing the paper work you—" Ginny began.
"I don't want to hear your poorly articulated excuse." He sighed. "Just go perform the charm on Mr. Malfoy so he can kindly get himself killed in the war."
Ginny was simply seething with rage. If her job wasn't at stake, she'd have attacked him at least a hundred times all ready.
But Ginny controlled her anger, taking a few moments before her mind was clear enough to remember what charm he was talking about.
It was the tracking charm. There were a few select patients in the hospital whose whereabouts were very important. It was crucial that these people didn't suddenly get up and leave the hospital because they were either mentally deranged or—say—evil. These were definitely not the kind of people you wanted running loose in society without being medically examined and released first. This is why Ginny put this particular charm on Draco as soon as she realized he was wearing Death Eater clothes.
The charm was simple enough. It was just like the normal tracking charm, except the whereabouts of the patient was displayed on the screen of the beeper of the nurse who takes care of them. Before being released, the nurse performs a counter charm so the tracking charm is disabled. And that was what Ginny was heading down to Draco's room to do.
"You mean he's leaving?" Ginny asked, not believing her ears. "Are you sure we don't need to do a couple more tests? You know, just to make sure."
"Yes, yes, I know this must be very emotional for you." Kelley said sarcastically. "Why don't you give him one last, good shag before he leaves."
Ginny, choosing to ignore this comment, set off toward Draco's room. There were so many things she wanted to tell him before he left, and she nearly ran down the hall in order to see him sooner.
"Now what's this I hear about you leaving?" Ginny asked with a smile as she turned the corner into his room. But she was just talking to herself. No one was in the room and, to Ginny's horror, even Draco's clothes and wand were gone.
She ran up to the bed, which was already made, searching high and low for any sign of him. There was none. Had he been kidnapped? Was that even possible when there was no sign of a struggle?
Ginny sat down on Draco's bed, her mind filled with disbelief and worry. She took the pillow and hugged it to her stomach, trying to make that sinking sensation go away.
But then she noticed something. Underneath the pillow was a book. The same book she'd borrowed from her friend Isabel and used as a weapon against Draco when they'd been fighting about Harry.
Ginny picked it up, running her fingers over the cover. There was a piece of parchment sticking out of the top of the book. She pulled out the folded parchment but didn't recognize the writing that neatly scrolled the words 'To Ginevra.'
Smiling to herself, Ginny opened the note and read;
Irish,
I will never forget the color of your eyes
Or the smell of your skin
For as long as I live.
I'd tell you how much I adore you
(since you, strangely, find that romantic)
But that would take too long.
So let me just say this;
I'll miss you, my beautiful little Irish.
Ginny was just sitting on Draco's bed, hugging her knees to her chest as she read the note over and over again. The only thing that brought her back from this bittersweet world to reality was the growing noise outside. She could hear healers yelling as they got closer.
"He's not breathing," one of them said.
"Someone get this man a room!" another yelled.
"There aren't any left, we'll have to operate out here." The first one argued.
"Clear out one, then!" the second argued back. "If anyone deserves a room, it's Harry Potter."
Muhahaha! Being on this side of the cliffhanger is fun. I feel superior and—strangely enough—Russian. Speaking of Russians, that Russian gymnast dude totally got gypped. Plus, he was the hottest guy ever—and he was wearing spandex. That's hard to pull off, but he did it flawlessly. I'd give him a 9.8, at least.
ANYWAYS, my lovely, lovely reviewers are even lovelier now! I was so freaked out about posting that last chapter, expecting a lot of, "Ginny wouldn't say that!"'s and stuff like that. But you all were wonderfully kind—so wonderfully kind that I think you all deserve a thank you in Spanish. So, muchos gracias! I am soooooo ready for Spanish 3 this year.
MY WELL ARTICULATED EXCUSE: So, here's why I'm updating 16 minutes after Friday officially ended: because I'm a butt and should be killed by angry hunters... Oh, and cause I just started school—so have mercy!!!!!
Blatant Discontent: heehee, you're funny. I know I shouldn't be laughing, cause your hermit crab died and I should be mourning and wearing black and shedding as many tears as I did when Sirius died. But, I just have to say that you had a rather picky hermit crab. Oatmeal-raisin biscuits—that's just priceless. This maketh (heehee) me wonder if, perhaps, he choked on a large piece of oatmeal. That'd be sad. It's a shame I wasn't there when it happened, for—you see—I am certified in the hermit-crab heimlich maneuver.
Krispykreme1468: Woot! does the no-constructive-criticism-happy-dance I donno why I was so nervous, but I was like, "Ah hamburgers, everyone's gonna think that Ginny wouldn't do what her brothers told her. I'm gonna get flamed like it's my job." So I read over the chapter at least a ga-gillion times and changed certain things so it explained them better. I'm glad you guys liked it though, cause good reviews give me a chance to try out new moves for my happy dance.
WiDz: lol, that's an intriguing question. What will Healer Kelley do to her? Nothing dirty, let's hope. I decided mockery was the thing Kelley would be best at, so that'll be Ginny's punishment for snogging on the job. I'm sure you all wanted him to disappear so the snog-fest may continue. Unfortunately, Kelley's a butt and it's his job to intrude at the most inopportune times.
fcuking cathy: I totally agree. It's like, "Hellooo? Harry, Voldemort's killed more then just your parents. That's kinda part of being evil. Ya gotta kill people..." I mean, Harry'd probably throw a hissy-fit if someone else started telling everyone that Voldie killed their partents, cause Lord know no one steals the stoplight from Harry Potter!
Straycat: My hero! The CPR you preformed via computer worked! If only I could return the favor of you saving my life. If I hadn't been stuck in the dreaded in-car driving class, I could have been there when you nearly fell to your death at work! Thank God you came out of it alive, with only severe bruises—which, if you think about it, is actually internal bleeding. So that's pretty damn serious! You should get, like, a metal or something for performing a life-saving task while fatally injured.
Squashes: The last line just kinda came to me, actually. I guess that's just the way a genius' mind works. ::dramatic sigh:: God, it's difficult being brilliant.... cat call Woo-hoo, hottie! I'm watching the men's diving for the Olympics, and those guys are so cute! Who knew you had to be so ripped to be a diver! They've got nothing on that Russian gymnast, but still... Is it sad that the only reason I watch the Olympics is to see hot guys from around the world? Ah, who cares. God bless the speedo!
MrS-SiRiUs-BlAck: You're a Draco/Hermione fan? Neat-o dude, I kinda am too. But I can't stand to read stories about Hermione choosing Draco and Ron being all depressed cause I love my Ronnie! He and Hermione belong together but if Ron decides to be—oh, I donno—gay maybe? Then it's Draco/Hermione all the way!
s n o g g i n g withdrawal: Aw, yay, you're so nice! So I feel kinda awkward for mentioning this, but I just can't let it go. I adore your name. I'm sorry, it's an obsession of mine (loving names, not snogging). I actually do have snogging withdrawal. Too much information? Really? Okay, I'll change the topic to men's Olympic diving. Have you seen how tiny their speedos are? How do they keep them on when they dive from so high up? And wouldn't it be soooooo funny if some dude dived and, when he came back up his speedo was, like, on the other side of the pool? Heeheehee.
codeearthaelitak: squints Wha...? I've been trying for, like, the last five minutes to de-code your name. Code earth a elitak? No, 'elitak' isn't a word.....gr! I can't figure it out! This is going to bug me until you review again and are all, "wtf?" cause it probably doesn't mean anything and my hours of de-coding are useless..... I need a hobby.
carmlina: Woo doggy, those divers have some fine asses....er, sorry. I need to stop watching the men's Olympic diving and focus on answering reviews. ::breaths:: okay, I'm good. So, ya, I'm glad you liked the last part. Healer Kelley is hella-fun to write. I think—Woot! Side-view of a diver's super-tight speedo! Those Ausies are well endowed....
tommy: ::deep breath:: I will not start rambling about the men divers on the Olympics I'm watching right now, as I have with everyone else. I will not plague you with comments about speedos and/or totally ripped bods, as I have with so many other poor souls. ::breaths:: ok, focus..... Thank you for your review. Wow, that wasn't as hard as I thought.
jackson: heehee, glad you like the nickname. I was debating between the petnames Irish or Red. I figured both would work for Ginny, but Irish just sounded better. Plus, my dad calls me Red, and so that might just be a bit creepy. I'm not really sure why, it just would be.
Lily Dwarf: Yours was one of the first reviews that I read for this chapter and I was all, "Thank Zeus someone doesn't think I've horribly butchered the Harry Potter characters." I was just nervous y'all would form a mob of angry, torch-wielding fanfic readers and come bust down my door or something. Which, if you think about it, isn't that farfetched. I myself have been the leader in many angry mobs across fanfiction. Honest.
Funnykido: So, we have another reader who thinks that Harry is a dirty, cheating piece of smelly shit? Neat-o. Well, we'll find out soon enough—or will we? Muahahaha! I simply love being on this side of the cliffie! Right now I'm actually doing what sounds like the Dr.-Evil-laughter, but isn't due to international copyright laws. Le sigh.
Stompy-Sanji: Hola! (I'm practicing my Spanish for the dreaded Spanish 3 classes I must endure this year). Aaaaand, that's about as far as my Spanish vocabulary will take me. I need to ask my teacher how to say 'cliffhanger' in Spanish. Anyways, you find Kelley endearing? Awesome opossum!—er, I mean, cool. He's the bestest to write, and in the next chapter he'll have a slightly larger role, but then he's going bye-bye.
Lauren: heehee, glad you liked the last line. Everyone's all, "Gr, Healer Kelley's evil. Funny, but evil." So I was like, "I suppose Draco should put him in his place before he leaves." So I tried, but I'm awful at confrontation, so I donno about it. Anyways, you probably didn't even care about that, but I figured I'd tell you anyway! Don't you feel uber-informed now?
Kneh13: Hooray! You loved it! But sooooo not hooray for tying up that phone line. I hate it when that happens. When it happens to me, and my mom's all, "GET OFF THE GOD DAMN COMPUTER!" I just calmly tell her that I'm reading and—seeing as she doesn't believe me when I tell her I'm dyslexic—it takes me longer then normal to read things. Then my sister tells me I'm not dyslexic, I'm just stupid, and that's about the time when fists start to fly.......yay, so, I hope that doesn't happen to you.
orangepenguin: CONVERSES ARE THE BEST SHOES EVER!!!!! Expecially orange ones—that's totally cute. I was gonna buy red ones, cause that's my favorite color, but then my one friend who also has them was all, "Stop copying off of me God damnit!" And I was like, "Er, dude? Calm the hell down." But she wouldn't and I was sick of her being a butt, so I just bought pink ones. ::sigh:: My life is so complicated.
Foags: Ooooo, that random fact is actually quite intriguing (SAT word!) and makes me remember me and my friend having to write a big-ass paper of the China one-child-policy law. That was the most boring 6 hours of my life. Which reminds me, I officially started school on Monday, and have just finished my first week of school. One word: hell. My first day of school I had already gotten yelled at for my clothes, been annoyed beyond belief by this kid in my class who looks like Draco but so totally isn't, and managed to trip walking down the hall a total of three times. Damn my new pair of high-heeled flip-flops!
Quirky Writer: I do so love giving Draco an angsty past. He just seems like an angsty-past-kinda-person. But I do so hate having his past be boo-hoo-woe-is-me angst, and not the treasured I've-had-a-bad-past-but-I-don't-wanna-talk-about-it-cause-I'm-mysterious-like-that angst. So thanks so much for telling me, cause I hate the boo-hoo angst. That's so Harry. He's all, "Voldemort killed my parents! I'm an orphan! My life is crap!" And I'm like, "Dude, shut up already." So I totally don't want Draco to be like that, so I'll try to change it. Thanks again! You saved Draco's manhood.
Persephone 4: Oh. My. Giddygodstrousers. We were soooooo separated at birth. I too laughed my head off when Daniel Radcliffe—bless his cute little heart—totally defined bad acting when he screamed, "HE WAS THEIR FRIEND! I'LL KILL HIM!" I was sinking down in my seat, stuffing my knuckle in my mouth to muffle the laughter, and my friend who is in love with Harry just glared at me. It took me, like, 15 minutes to stop laughing. And whenever I saw Daniel on screen again, I giggled a little.
Wowurugly: ::hangs head in shame:: Please forgive me for making you wait! School is ab bitch and gives me minimal time for fanfic. But may I ask a question? Who in their right mind would name their child Nicole if it was a boy? lol, anyways, I am indeed a woman. I've always thought 'Nicole' as a strictly female name, but perhaps it could be unisexual.
Purus.flere: ::pouts:: I read your whole fanfic profile and it didn't say anything about your name. So I read it again. And then I went, "Aw, hamburgers," and then I read the thing about the girl who met Rupert Grint and I was all, "No freakin' way, dude. That totally rocks my socks, and if that happened to me I'd just die—but in a good way." And then I remembered I still didn't know your name, so then I said something a little harsher then 'hamburgers,' and my mommy heard and went all, "Profanities are bad!" on me. Anyways, what I'm trying to say is that if I don't find out what your name means soon, I might just fall off of my computer chair and plummet 2 feet to my death.
Cat: I did
DarkFlower2113: ::sigh:: I do have a problem with doing things too quickly. And the weird thing is I don't even realize it until someone mentions it and then I'm all, "Damnit, Nicole, pace yourself, woman!" I don't know why I do it, I think I'm just so excited to get to the next big part that I skip over the little things. It's a sickness. Just like my sickness for having people OOC. Anyways, thanks so much for the constructive criticism. I'll try really hard to draw the scenes out a bit!
sinful delight: I'm so glad you like how I portray Ginny! I'm always so worried that I have people out of character—cause I tend to do that. I think I read too many fanfics in which Draco is just misunderstood and Ginny is a bit like Brigit Jones. Anyways, I just read the fourth book again, and am almost done with the fifth so that I can remember the character of both Ginny and Draco, and hopefully everything's hunky-doory.
Merit Somnia: heehee, yes, Ginny really does need to learn the rules of the hospital before she starts working there. It goes a little something like this: '1. No popping the patient's pills. 2. No spell casting in the corridors. 3. Don't have the offspring of evil Death Eaters while on the job.' I think that about covers it.
Sunflour: Ahhhh, a very good question. Where did I get Healer Kelley's character? Do you watch Scrubs? Well, if you do, I got the character from Dr. Cox. I simply love his blatant sarcasm, and I find him absolutely delicious...in a totally professional way. And I was gonna have Kelley call Ginny girls names, like Cox does to J.D., but Ginny is a girl. So that kinda fell apart. Anyways, I just ended up giving him a girls name.
Actrez: Are you kidding me? Violence so totally is amusing! Why do you think I laugh every time Kenny gets killed on South Park? Silly goose. Guess what I'll be doing once I'm done answering these reviews? That's right! I'll finally be reading the chapter of Gin Tonic you sent me! Woot! Oh, and, before I forget, the quote of the day. "You are welcome." "Am I?!"
Herbie: I know!!! We watched this one video on my first day of drivers ed class, and it was all police video of real accidents, and they were all, "Okay, here's the mutated body right here. Ooo, let's have a close up on that pole going through the guy's head." I actually just looked at my feet the entire movie. And I could hear people going, "Ewwww..." It reminded me of when I went to see Secret Window and I turned my head just when they showed the two guys with screwdrivers through their heads.
The Good Girl: Oh, goodness. I am soooo bad at putting people in character. But I'll try! I know he probably (ok, ok. Definitally) wouldn't be that open to Ginny, but I had to find a way for them to bond. Le sigh. Well, anyways, I will go read the rest of book five to remind myself what Draco's character is like—cause, honestly, I don't even remember.
AandKerock: I promise to update every Friday. And—I know what you're thinking. "Today isn't Friday, you stupid deuce." And if I explained the whole story about forgetting my spider at school and then going over to a friends house just to watch her practically rape my friend, Zac's boyfriend—then I think you might just get confused. Anyways, here's my excuse for not updating on Friday: It's still Friday somewhere. Maybe China, maybe France. I donno, you figure it out.
NOTE: Shout out to my chakita banana, Isabel. She's who I based the character in this story named—well—Isabel. Oh, and Isa? You stole my story, bitch.
I apologize for offending, confusing, or scaring any of you with my incessant rambling. It gets rather hard to control when I'm watching men from around the world prancing around in speedos.
A/N: Sorry so short, I just had to end it there! I'll try to make the next one longer.
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