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How Did it Come to This?
The frost nipped at Ginny's bare skin as she waited in the small line on the Quidditch field for her chance to tryout. She tightened the scarf that was wrapped around her neck to try and keep the cold out.
Even though it was a month into School the fall weather was starting to sneak up on everyone. It caught the students and teachers off guard while sulking in the large amount of homework and studies being dishes out to everyone.
She tapped her left foot impatiently while waiting for her turn, the turn that she had waited for, for two hours already.
She was hoping to tryout for the seeker position this year since Harry was made the captain of the team. Still she had her doubts since so many people had come to the tryouts and they seemed to be getting good appraisals.
Every once in a while she would look up the line to see fellow Gryffindors' carrying some of the top of the line brooms and then she would turn her head to see the second hand broom that she was holding and always had since she was seven.
An uneasiness feeling washed over her to give her the reminder that her family couldn't afford things like a new broom and she hesitated to even go up when Harry called her name from the center of the pitch.
She decided to at least attempt to tryout since she had gotten up at five in the morning and waited for two hours for her turn.
Harry gave her a friendly grin and a wink when she got out to the middle with the surrounding team.
"Here to have a go at my old position are you?" He asked brotherly.
Ginny wasn't sure if her throat was frozen or whether she was just nervous but she couldn't speak so she nodded her head in response.
"Ok then I'll let her go and as soon as she's out there show us what you can do alright?" Harry gave her a pat on the back before opening the box and pulling out the ball of gold.
In Ginny's opinion it was the mouse and she was the cat. She straddled her broom and watched as Harry let go of the snitch.
As soon as the golden flash escaped his hand she lifted into the air and was already on its tail. She could feel the ice crystals in the air collect on her face and her eyes water from the dry air but she still had the gold color in view.
Blinking once it was gone.
Forcing the broom to a halt in midair she searched the foggy sky for any trace and then looked down to see a lot of pair of eyes looking at her.
Nervousness started to settle in as she rested her eyes on the skies and prayed to anyone who was listening to let her see a sing of the snitch, any sign at all…
Crap.
She circled around for a while and even dove a few times when she thought she had seen what she was looking for but no sign came to her.
The deafening silence echoed in her ears as her throat started to tighten and she felt over whelmed with failure. Short breathes came out of her small, shaking body as she searched her cloak pockets for the one thing that she needed…it was gone.
That's when it dawned on her that she had left it in the bathroom right at she was leaving this morning in a hurry to get to the pitch.
Her eyes started to show black dots all over the place as her breathing became rasps and she felt herself let go of the broom, silence consuming her.
A smell in the air drifted around the small, cramped room as her eyes refocused. Ginny lifted her self to sit up in the heavily sheeted bed as she rubbed her eyes to get the sleepies out of them.
Yawning she opened her eyes to see that she was in the Hospital wing. She wondered how long she had been there and who had brought her here. Honestly she had no clue to even how she lived after the fall, it was over fifty-sixty feet at least.
Ginny turned her head to see two familiar shadows with footsteps coming her way. Sliding back down she covered herself in the smothering blankets and pretended to sleep.
The noise ceased as the two voices filled the air apparently very close to Ginny because it felt like they were screaming in her ear.
"Will she recover fully Madam Pomfrey?" Dumbledore asked with the same unchanged sparkle in his eyes.
"I believe so but she is still very weak. After all she did have a very long fall and since she didn't have her inhaler at hand her system shut down before the boy did the muggle thing…. Mouth to mouth I think its called?"
"Ah… well let's hope it all goes well. I did inform her parents early this morning and they were very concerned so I will send them another owl once her condition is better."
"Do we know who stopped her from falling all of the way?" Dumbledore seemed curious as to who could perform a highly leveled spell if it was to be a student.
"Yes…yes he was the one who did the mouth to mouth as well… Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Ginny's lungs felt a sharp pain and she silently gasped at the intake of breath. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand and hoped that they hadn't noticed.
"Yes well let's not inform the older Weasley. I fear he won't take it in a well manner." Dumbledore sounded grave about something but Ginny couldn't sense what it was. Her chest started to burn though and tears started to stroll down her face from the fierce pain.
"Well I have a meeting with Fudge so I'll be going. Goodbye Pomfrey." With those last words Dumbledore was gone.
Once Ginny had heard Madam Pomfrey leave in the other direction she lifted the heated blankets off of her to uncover her head and she held her stomach with her hands as she softly cried herself asleep from the burning pain.
Ginny woke up to someone softly calling her name and opened her eyes to see her good friend Hermoine crouched over her.
"Hey Gin. How are you feeling?" Hermoine pushed some of her friends read hair out of her face.
"Okay I guess… my chest burns a lot." Ginny's voice still raspy as if she had a sore throat.
"What day is it Hermoine?"
"September 27. You've been in here for about a week." Hermoine bent down and lifted her hands to show Ginny's inhaler.
"I figured you might be needing this… just in case." Hermoine placed it on the table next to the bed as the girls chatted about what Ginny had been missing while she was in the Hospital.
"Hey Herm can you keep a secret?" Ginny asked her friend truthfully. Ginny really wanted to tell someone about the information she had overheard but she wanted to know if she could trust the person first.
"Of course." Hermoine smiled, "You can tell me anything."
So Ginny told Hermoine everything she had heard from Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey's chat. Ginny wasn't absolutely sure If she could trust Hermoine since she was so close to Harry and Ron but she really wanted someone to confide in at the moment.
"Wow… so Malfoy saved your life?" Hermoine was just as shocked at Ginny was when she heard the news.
"I guess… I mean that's what they said."
"I wonder why… I mean I'm glad he did but you're a Weasley and he's a Malfoy…so why did he do it?" Hermoine's eyebrows furrowed as she tried to figure out the confusion but stopped when she heard Ginny's voice.
"Hermoine please, please, please don't tell anyone though, not even Harry and Ron. I think they would both go ballistic if they found out Dra-Malfoy saved my life." Ginny pleaded and had to correct herself for almost saying Draco.
"I wont tell anyone Ginny I promise."
"Thanks."
Hermoine looked at the clock on the wall and stood out of her chair, grabbing her book bag.
"Well it's late and I'm sure Madam Pomfrey is going to be coming over here soon to give you some medicine so I'll come back tomorrow." The brown haired girl waved at her friend before leaving out the door.
Once again the room fell silent and Ginny had to preoccupy herself with thoughts. Why did Malfoy save her? She had always thought that the guy hated her guts. That's when she remembered the part about him supposedly giving her mouth to mouth and the thought made her lift her hand as her fingers pressed against her lips. She thought for a moment of how it must have felt to have his lips against hers but immediately dismissed the thought.
The she turned her head to have her eyes fall upon her inhaler that Hermoine had brought her. Picking it up she rolled it over and over again in her hands as a flash of falling ran through her head and an air of dizziness overwhelmed her as she dropped it back on the table.
Just then Madam Pomfrey walked in with a tray of food and a jar of something brown looking.
"How are you feeling Miss Weasley?"
"I'm feeling better but a little dizzy."
She watched as the nurse measured the brown liquid and then poured it into a glass. Picking up another she gave two glasses to Ginny.
"The brown one is the medicine and the orange one is pumpkin juice to get rid of the flavor of the medicine so drink up."
Ginny did as she was told and gave the glasses back with a taste of orange mint in her mouth.
"Good girl. Now here is your dinner and as soon as your done I suggest you sleep to get your rest." Madam Pomfrey silently handed her the tray filled with stuffing, chicken, and spinach before walking off into her office.
The young red head ate in silence as the thought of Draco's lips against hers came to her mind and her mouth tugged in a slight smile.
A/N: This chapter is the the intorduction of how Ginny and Draco start off so bare with me here... it will get better I promise!