Disclaimer: No I don't own anything in this damn story so don't bother me about it! Harry Draco Ginny Ron Hermione NONE of them are of my own imagination okay? I have been getting odd e-mails about it and I will only say this once…they are not mine.
Chapter 6: Recovery
Ginny opened her eyes as the powerful rays of sunlight shined upon her. She covered her face with her arm and walked to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror she saw her pale face clashing with her messy red hair and sighed. Just as she expected her eyes were red puffy. Pulling her hair into a high ponytail she heard the end of a muttered conversation between two girls.
"...yea and she was crying all night the-ssshhhh!!!"
They both looked down and shuffled past her into the bathroom.
Full dressed Ginny slide into her cloak and walked towards the greenhouse for Herbology with Ravenclaws. Stepping outside she thought over the past few days and her changing reaction to the Harry and Hermione situation. First she was angry, then sad, and now she just wanted it over with. Sighing she realized someone was already in the greenhouse.
"Bloody hell..." she muttered; slowing down her pace.
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Draco stared memorized as the scarlet blood dropped off his paper white skin; watching as the thick blood mingled with the clear water, deluding itself as it went down the drain. Slowly his eyes wandered upwards toward the mirror and a few strands of hair fell into his eyes. He combed it back with is hands, but as his fingers plowed through his snow white hair it was stained with bright red. Draco turned to the bathroom window as an owl pecked at the glass. He walked to the window and opened it allowing the owl to enter. Draco untied the letter that was attached to the animals' claw. After a few moments the owl squawked impatiently waiting for Draco. Suddenly the squawks turned into scream; screams from Ezekiel.
Draco covered his ears and yelled, "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" while he bent over.
He took his wand out and pointed it at the owl and from outside Draco's bedroom a loud explosion could be heard.
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Ginny leaned against the cool glass wall of the Herbology greenhouse and against her own good judgment peaked through the stills, finding Hermione dragging Harry into the empty classroom. They were the only one here this early, and now she would have to face them. Turning away she straightened up and took a deep breath. Feeling her face flush she entered and smiled.
"Morning-"she was cut off as her books slipped through her grasp.
Kneeling while she gathered her things, Harry's hand came into view. She stood abruptly, but hit her head under the desk.
"Ouch," she murmured, "bloody hell!" for the second time that morning.
"Ginny," Harry sighed, "I-"his words were hacked off by the sounds of students entering the classroom.
Ginny stood still as her classmates warmed back and forth around Harry and her. She laughed at his second attempt to reconcile. Harry took a step back bewildered at her response. Shaking her head Ginny walked to her desk. Through the corner of her eye she saw Hermione pull Harry down to his seat.
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Draco lounged upon the leather couch across his father; sighing he looked away to watching strange souls swagger pass by the rust encrusted window. A firefly suddenly appeared among the swarm of strangers. Stretching its wings it flew towards Draco, fading through the fragile window. Draco was mesmerized by the flitted movements of the insect.
"Are you listening boy?!" his father bellowed as flames behind him rose with the tone of his voice.
Draco's head snapped to attention on as his fathers words rang throughout his head.
"...deaf and dumb," he sneered and turned his back to Draco, "...no wonder your always loosing to that savage Potter-"Lucius swiveled his head toward the sound of Draco's sharp intake of breath. "It's embarrassing." Lucius drawled out.
"Draco," the firefly sputtered, "Draco!"
Unexpectedly the fireflies' luminescent glow expanded and burned into his eyes. Squinting he stood abruptly as Blaise came into view.
"What in the six black suns...." Draco muttered to himself as he walked to the bathroom and shut the door to Blaise's droning noise.
Draco turned on the faucet bending over to splash cold water on his face. Drying his face he thought about how he ended up on the floor of his room and awakening to Balise's voice. In the process of reviewing he felt as though his brain was throbbing against his skull. Draco blinked and looked into the mirror and noticed his hair was crusted over with stripes of a red color. He gently touched the brittle parts and squinted his eyes.
'The last thing I remember was meeting with father and then...'
While recalling the images of himself and his father another mans face flashed into his memories. Ezekiel.
'About that man...that man was who I met with father for.'
Draco peeled off his charcoal sweater and threw it in the corner. He leaned in the sink with his back to the mirror. He looked down on his torso and saw smears of blood on his body. His hands moved over his stomach tracing the stains that marked his ivory skin. Draco allowed his eyes to wander down to his trousers and found splats of blood on his shoes and ankle of the pants soaked in blood. Draco slipped out of his shoes and began to finish undressing placing his clothing on his shirt. He walked towards the shower and turned the water to the hottest. As he let the steam arise around him he let the memories float to his mind naturally.