How Did it Come to This?
A little girl about the age of five was running down the soft-lit corridor. Her small white dress danced against her pale skin as she let out a loud laugh of joy. Coming to a halt at the end of the hallway she turned to her right and came to a large oak door with an engraving of a Dragon on it.
Without hesitation she silently slipped passed the door and into the room, laughing as she went. She found herself in a familiar bedroom as she walked to the large King sized bed that faced a set of French doors leading to a porch. The little girl's long blonde hair radiated off of her and into the dark room as the moon shone in from across the way.
"Draco." She called from side of the bed to the lump in the green-sheeted bed.
"Draco I had a nightmare can I sleep with you?" She pleaded as her hands fumbled around with the edge of the sheets.
"Sure Tay come on." A hand stretched out from the covers and patted the top sheets.
Excited, the girl pounced onto the bed and swiftly slipped into the soft sheets as her brother turned his head to face her.
"What was this one about, hmm?" He asked with a small smile fit on his lips.
"Well…daddy had left a weird muggle contraption out and you were looking at it. I was sitting on the floor of the living room as you picked the small black thing up and… it made this loud noise…then I felt cold and went to sleep."
"Draco?"
"Draco?"
Draco sat up in his bed and looked around to see that he was not in his old bedroom but in the Slytherin bedchambers for seventh year boys.
He felt cold as his body shifted uncomfortably in the black sheets and cold beads of sweat dropped from his forehead into his hands.
Tears welled up in his eyes and they silently crashed into nothing as the nightmare came back to his mind. Looking around to see fellow Slytherin's sleeping he wiped the tears away and fell back into his pillow. He hadn't had that dream for a few weeks usually it wasn't so vivid but this time it was like he was reliving his past.
Sorrow sunk in as he looked at the pillow next to him hoping to see the small girl there, but she wasn't. Crying softly into his pillow he drifted into a sleep of torture.
"Ginny?"
"Ginny wake up!"
The red haired girl peaked open her eyes to see three figures standing around her. She let her vision steady and smiled as everyone came into focus.
Harry and Ron stood on one side each with the Gryffindor Quidditch outfits on. Hermoine was on the other side of her bed with a large overcoat and a red, gold scarf tightened around her neck.
"Hey sleepy head. We are about to go to the pitch to get ready for the game and we wanted to stop buy before we go." Harry was the first to speak, brotherly voice evident.
"How are you feeling?" Ron asked as he shifted to lay his hand on his sisters.
"I'm rather well actually. I hope that Madam Pomfrey will let me out soon because the load of my homework is high I'm sure." Ginny beamed from the fact that her friend's were always checking up on her when she needed it the most.
"Yes well you have been in here for a bit so the teachers have a bit of work for you." Hermoine replied in the know-it-all voice.
Ginny laughed half from Hermoine's voice and half worry of exactly how much homework she had.
"We best be going. Match will start in a few minutes. Nice to see you feeling better Ginny." Harry messed up her hair with his hands as he led the way out.
"Oh one question Ron!" He being the last to leave turned around waiting.
"Whose seeker?" Ginny knew that they had to have someone since there was a match today.
"Oh…er…Longbottom. He's not as great as this girl I know but he's well enough. See you Ginny." She heard him leave and smiled to herself knowing the girl he was talking about was herself.
So they had picked Neville. Well that's good, the boy was rather squeamish around people but when he was on a broom he had a keen eye. Even though the boy was clumsy whether it be on the ground or in the air.
Ginny twitted her thumbs in boredom as she slowly whistled to a familiar tune that her mother used to sing to her.
She was hoping that Madam Pomfrey would let her leave soon because she was feeling as normal as any person could be and life was rather boring when you lay in a blanket infested bed with the smell of cleaners in the air. Her head turned and her whistling and thumb drumming stopped when she was a familiar person walking into the Hospital wing.
"Morning Draco. Another Headache?" Madam Pomfrey asked. Apparantly the boy came in often because of her knowledge and kindness towards him.
"Yes Madam Pomfrey I'm afraid so."
"Ok wait right here while I bring the potion." The clicking of her heels faded as Ginny looked anywhere but at the person standing in front of her.
He looked at her in obvious enjoyment that her eyes seem to glance on everything but him.
"Looking for something Weasley?" He asked with his usual bored tone as if he were talking to a wall.
This time she did look at him, only it being a glare.
"No."
He walked over to her bed and stood at the end of it as he continued to look at her.
"Well then stop looking like I'm about to eat you, I don't bite…hard." He showed his trademark smirk before tracing his fingers along the end of the bed railing.
Ginny's nervousness eased a little at his words even if she didn't trust him there was something in his voice that eased her to be herself.
"Thank you. For… for saving my life I mean, thanks." Ginny whispered softly as she felt his eyes lay on her.
"Your welcome. One life for another and I'm still haunted." His eyes fell to the ground as his voice filled pain and guilt of a past that trapped him.
Ginny just stared in confusion and opened her mouth to say something but was stopped as Madam Pomfrey appeared with a glass vile of headache easer.
"Here you are Draco and if you need more just come later." She handed him the vile with a weak smile and then looked over at Ginny.
"Ah good I see you're awake. Well let me give you your last potion and then you can get ready to leave." She walked away again to search for the familiar potions.
Ginny turned her attention back on the intriguing boy who stood in front of her but say nothing.
"Bye Weasley." She heard him yell as she saw his back to her and out the door.
Ginny felt confused but at the same time felt like reaching a hand to Draco. Why she felt the way she did was a mystery but not one she was intending to share with anyone. She could see he was in pain, a kind of pain that he had to bear every minute of the day. Now she knew that the mask he hid behind was a mask of anger, of hate, of emptiness. He was holding onto something that Ginny wanted to know. She was curious but not the nosey bothersome kind instead it was the intrigued and felt like helping in any way she could kind.
"Ok here we are Miss Weasley."
Ginny was brought back to reality as she blinked and found to gasses stretched out to her. Willingly she took it and swallowed the odd liquid and then the juice.
"Alright now you can gather your things and head of towards your dorm but take it easy for a while because you still need to gather your strength." The nurse smiled at her before walking off with the tray leaving Ginny to change.
Changing quickly she gathered her wand, shattered broom, and inhaler then taking one more glance at the temporary home she left out of the wing and back to her shared dorms. She dropped the broken broom in her trunk; maybe she could fix it over the summer. Lying down on her bed she held her old teddy bear, Luka close and smelt a distant scent that reminded her of a boy who was in desperate need of a friend.
After a few minutes she thought it over and decided to take a bath since she would only just make the ending of the match most likely and she didn't really feel like being around a lot of people.
Ginny skipped to the bathroom and turned the handle so the hot water pored over into the porcelain tub. She stripped off her clothes and waited for the water to fill the tub. Once she thought it was filled enough she stepped in and felt the Goosebumps plant themselves all over her body as the feeling of burning from the hot water raised in her skin and sent shivers all over her body. Leaning in Ginny lowered her head into the water and felt a sense of cleansing come over her as she lifted her head and started to scrub body bath on her body. Plans started to form in her mind of how she could figure out what Draco had meant and how she could become his friend.
A/N: Ok another chapter and the plot is now starting to take place. I know there wasn't that much contact between the two but the next chapters will be a lot about them. To answer a question the first chapter is a scene in the story that will take place later andit's not how I'm going to finish this story.