A/N: So, how long has it been? 'Bout a week, maybe?? I don't think it's even been that long. Wow! Give me a round of applause. I think that's the quickest I've ever updated. This is short, though, so I guess it's just right I got it out quick. I think it's funny, and...interesting. I like it, which is a miracle. But I think you'll enjoy it. I hope you do, anyway. Well, what exactly are you waiting for? Get to reading, and review a little, too! Even a one word review is a review....
Disclaimer: I disclaim. JK is one happy pregnant lady, and I'm definitely not that.
Chapter 8:
The next few hours were a blur to Draco. Madame Pomfrey had given him a relaxation potion to make him calm down. She had thought he was delusional at first, mumbling something about footsie pajamas, bloody redheads, and ferrets, but she decided a tranquilizer would be too much for this exact injury. She'd have the psychology student come to visit him later. She never could remember who that was, though.
Draco had a frightful night, drifting in and out of consciousness. Dreams and reality were colliding and causing quite a fuss for the grey eyed dragon.
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Ginny walked back up to her dorm, trying to avoid everyone as much as possible, in hopes that the stuffed ferret wouldn't make an appearance in any new gossip. She didn't want to be the one accused of owning it. As she walked in, Jennifer and Lilac attacked her.
"What is this Colin is telling us about you spending today in the Malferret's dorm?" Jennifer spat out. Ginny smiled at them.
"Calm down. Nothing has happened. He's in Slytherin. Dumbledore is just wanting us to do some project together, for inner-house relations, or something like that. Nothing big," Ginny made up a story off the top of her head. She seemed to be good at doing that to get Fred and George out of trouble, why not use it to her advantage every now and then?
"Yea, sure, Gin! We see the way he has always looked at you when you two start arguing! You two are dating, aren't you?!" Lilac cried out at her. "What is behind your back, anyway?"
Ginny had forgot she was still hiding the plush toy, and her friends were really starting to upset her. "I am not dating the Slytherin Slut, and what is behind my back is a surprise for Jennifer's little brother! Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go finish off the surprise. I don't need to be interrogated while I try to study!" Ginny stomped out the door, not quite sure where she was going.
Well, she knew one thing. She couldn't exactly walk around with a stuffed ferret, and she couldn't very well take it back to the Slytherin dorms. She'd just have to take it back to Draco in the hospital wing.
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He was on top of the world, or at least on top of Hogwarts. Potter had fallen off of his broom during the Quidditch match, and no one could find him. Draco had flown to the top of the school, and was standing with a pair of , trying to spot the nescient seeker. Of course, the snitch had been caught before he had flown off, and the crowd had exploded in cheers of, "Draco! Draco! Draco!" with the occasion "My hero!" or "Isn't he dreamy?" from the prettiest girls. He had caught a glimpse of Ginny, staring back at him starry eyed, with her hands clasped at the side of her head before flying to find the raven haired git.
Suddenly, Draco spotted Potter, being drug away by werewolves beside the Dark Forest. In a fit of heroism, he swooped down, unsheathing his wand like a sword, and blasting the werewolves away. He grabbed the boy who lived without so much as a foot on the ground, and lifted back into the air before the horrid creatures knew what was happening.
"Draco, I brought your ferret back," Draco heard from the balcony beside him.
"Hold on," he cried. "Potter has to be taken back to the crowd first. I'll come back for you, fair Ginevra!" Draco flew his broom back to the Quidditch match where everyone greeted him with great gratitude before he flew back to the Dream Girl.
Ginny, back in reality, was watching Draco thrash around wildy, as if he were on a broom or something. "Draco, I brought your ferret back," she said, as his eyes fluttered open for a moment. She couldn't be sure what he said exactly, but it was something about Potter, the crowd, and a fair. Ginny laid the ferret down beside him, hoping no one else would walk in and see it. Poor Draco would never live it down!
"Ginevra," he said a moment later as Ginny was about to go back out the door. "I've waited so long." He was mumbling, and Ginny could barely hear what he was saying, but she knew she heard her name. Why would he be dreaming about her. Wasn't he just muttering about Harry? She decided to stay for a moment or so to see what other kinds of blackmail she could gain from this situation.
"Watied so long for what, Draco?" Ginny asked, pulling a stool up next to his bed.
"For you, Ginevra. I've always..." he was still mumbling and trailed off at the end, before starting to thrash around again, as if fighting something. "Go 'way, Potter! Get lost, Weasel!" Draco cried out a little louder than the mutterings. "Stupid Dream Team," he said as he calmed down.
"Don't worry about them, Draco. Tell me what you've waited so long for." Ginny took hold of his hand, trying to keep his attention to her instead of going further into his subconscious.
"For this," he said before his eyes fluttered open again and he pulled himself up, and her down, forcing her lips to crush onto his. His hands found their way into her hair, and she was no longer sitting on the stool, but on the bed next to him. She forgot all about where they were, who they were, what she had been thinking, and everything else.
Suddenly, she heard someone yell, "GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY, YOU GET YOUR ARSE OFF THAT BED THIS INSTANT!!"
Ron and Hermione had carried Harry in, who, from the looks his limp and the scratches, had taken a nasty fall off his broom and injured his left ankle. Ginny sat up, then immediately jumped off the bed, hiding the ferret. Taking a quick look at Malfoy, she saw he was still completely zoned out.
"Ron! I wasn't...we were just...He's completely...I...I...I...Oh! Harry! What happened?!" Ginny attempted to change the subject. Madame Pompfrey walked in as this was cried out.
"Potter, you're always getting hurt in some way. Come, now, into the back. Got a healing potion all ready. Saw you fall from my window, I did!" The healer just looked over at her other patient long enough to check to see if any new injuries had been received since she had left. As Harry, Hermione, and Ron had been distracted by her, Ginny had slipped out the door.
Draco, on the other hand, was still laying there, smiling peacefully in his sleep.
A/N: Teehee. Like I said, I liked it. Anyway, review, please!! Tell me if I'm crazy or if that was actually funny. And did I spell Ginevra right?? I'm not quite sure, I've seen so many different spellings. This is just the one I like the best. Anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed before! I'll put names of all the reviewers in one chapter sometime soon, but not right now. Well, Love y'all!