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Ginny woke up in the hospital room, surrounded by Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, and..well, any other Weasley.
"HONEY! YOU'RE ALIVE!" Screeched an excited Mrs. Weasley.
"Wha..what happened?"
"Well, Gin, you went in a maddening run to get Draco, and me and 'Mione had a feeling you'd be needing backup. So then, halfway there the cloak fell off! But you didn't seem to care, and you came and crouched next to Draco, who seemed dead (he's not) and then Lucius put a spell on you, causing you to get knocked out for a while. Draco's still in bed, he's been muttering 'it's dark, it's cold, where are you?' over and over, so when you feel better I'd go visit him," Ron said, without taking a breath.
"I'm so glad you're alright," Hermione sighed."Proffessor was furious when she found what Lucius had done, especially because he was supposed to be in jail! But, someone gave her false information.."
Ginny grinned happily at the information that Draco was alive, alive and ...wait he's been muttering in his sleep? Ginny sat up abruptly, "Where is he?".
"Ginny, dear, lay down, you need rest." Mrs. Weasly said lovingly.
"Yeah, okay," she said, shrugging her mother off, "Where is he, 'Mione?"
"Your mother's right, Gin, you -"
"He's down the hall and to the left," Fred smiled.
"You always were my favorite twin," Ginny grinned as she hopped out of bed and ran across the hall.
"Ginny!" Molly shrieked.
"Let her go Molly." Her husband replied.
Ginny ran down the hall and to the left, seeing the door closed. Looking around, she opened the door, seeing Draco propped up, his eyes closed, muttering something... Getting closer, she heard what he was saying.
"Come back..don't hurt..no..don't..why..she..didn't do anything..don't..it's dark..it's cold..where are you?..I can't hear you anymore.."
She touched his shoulder gently. Draco, wake up, it's me, she thought. His eyes suddenly bolted open, frightening Ginny a bit.
"G-Ginny?" he coughed.
"Yeah, it's me. Are you okay?"
"Wh-who cares. Is-is everyone...all..right?"
"Yes.. but, Draco, really, you look awful.."
"Th-thanks," Draco forced a smile. Then Ginny thought over the words he was muttering 'she didn't do anything, where are you, I can't hear you anymore,' it sounded like he was talking about her..no, coincidence..
"Wha-what are you thinking, Ginny? Who's 'she?'" He questioned.
"Well, Draco..that's what you said in your sleep.."
"In my sleep?" Draco looked confused for a moment, "I was...dreaming? But...it was real...so real..."
"Tell me what happened Draco" Ginny cooed.
"Well...I left you...and saw fathers mistress...she saw me point my wand at her and screamed, I knocked her out. Dad saw me, so I ran, I was going to apparate soon as I got off the grounds. He hit me with some curses I suppose, but I managed to apparate to the forbidden forest, he followed. He's smart, anticipating my every move...then I saw you...he was holding you, threatening to kill you. He kept using crutacious curse on you, then me. He liked to hear us scream, I begged him to stop but...he didn't...he said you were as bad as a mudblood, to stay away from you...and...well I'm here."
She wiped his head to rid of any sweat. "Well, it was..almost a dream. Everything except for him holding me and cursing me.."
"Thank god," he whispered, barely audible.
"What?"
"Nothing," he said, swallowing. It was as if tons of needles coated his throat. "H-how are..you feeling?"
"I'm fine, but it's no big." Ginny got up to get him some water, not noticing when the when the strap of her nightshirt slid down her arm, leaving her shoulder bare.
"Ginny, what's that on your..arm?" He said, aghast.
"What?" She said, trying to look. When she did, she gasped. "It's...a snake-shaped burn..j-just like in m-my dream.."
"Ginny, I want you to tell me if at any time my father saw you. Did he?" Draco suddenly looked nervous, his voice steadily gaining strength.
"W..well, at the time I didn't..know he did, but Ron informed me the invisibilty cloak fell off when I ran to you, and he muttered some spell, and he was staring right at me, and I thought I was just imaging it, but..but then you shook and then he said something to me..and I...kinda zoned out," She said, now nervous.
Draco sighed heavily, "Ginny, thats a odium servantus. It can either cause you to become extremely ill...or put you under my fathers control. Since hes in azkaban, he can't control you...I don't know how sick you'll get...I...I can start work on a counter curse...but I don't know how long it will take..."
Draco looked at her with actual sadness in his eyes, he cared for the redhead, and he didn't know why.
"H..how sick do you think I'll get?" She said. He said nothing. "Draco, just..just tell me, how sick ca-can I possibly get?"
"You could die, but...I'm a Malfoy, and Malfoys can control the curse...if I can get in contact with my mother ..." He trailed off sullenly.
I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die.. "Draco..does this curse..make you see things?"
"I don't know, why?"
"Because..right..now..there's a snake..and.." and with that, she fainted onto the cold, hard marble of the hospital floor.
Draco sighed, picking the redhead up in his arms, and carried her to the room where her family sat chatting about Ginny and her 'crush'.
Ron was the first to notice Draco standing uncomfortably in the doorway, holding his baby sister in his arms.
"What the hell did you do to her Malfoy?" He roared.
"I didn't do -"
"Put her down you fucking ferret." Ron had never been so angry, how could snake touch his sister?
Draco did as he was told, placing the girl gently on the bed, Mrs. Weasly hyperventilating in her chair, Madame Pomfery checking Ginny's vitals. Ron, Fred and George, Percy, Bill, and Charlie standing around the blonde haired boy, looking murderous.
"Okay, listen, I didn't do anything to Ginny. Last night, she risked her life for me, and my...father...didn't like it, and he cursed her," this was interrupted by many gasps, an especially long and shrill one from Mrs. Weasely, "and she said she saw a snake, and that's when she fainted."
"Why the hell would she risk her life for you," Bill sneered.
"I don't know!" Draco snapped angrily, he seems to be not knowing a lot of things these days, "But she did. I want to try and save her, but if you lot are going to pummel me into the ground I doubt there will be much I can do."
"Step away from him, boys," Mrs. Weasley ordered, surprising everyone. She stood and walked to Draco. "I'm going to try and trust you with my baby girl. Try to help her, please," she begged, wiping tears from her eyes, "Do anything you can.."
Suddenly, Ginny stirred. She moaned, and her back arched; her forehead was sweaty, and her clothes were damp. If you had walked in the room, you would have thought she was in a desert for years, but really she had only been lying on top of her covers for a few moments.
"She's going to need to be kept hydrated...if she wakes up, don't...tell her anything about me. Try to get her to sleep as much as possible, she'll need it to keep her strength up. I'm going to need...a room at the hogshead down in hogsmeade."
"That place is a dump! Full of pathetic excuses for wizards. Why there?" Percy asked, nose scrunched up in disgust.
"Because a good number of those 'pathetic excuses for wizards' are drunken lackeys for my father. They can tell me where my mother is." Draco explained, voice strained, he hated talking to these people. At least the men, how could Ginny be related to these gits?
"Percy, go get him a room. Don't look at me like that! Go! And you, Ron, get his bags from his hospital room. Yes, you, and yes, pick up his things. Everyone else out, leave him with Ginny for a few. Tell us when you're done," Mrs. Weasley said, trying to gain control of the situation without completely breaking down.
Draco perched on the edge of her bed, "Gin? Come on Gin, don't make me shake you awake."
The girls eyes fluttered open, "Are you threatening me Malfoy?"
"Yes. I'm going to leave you with your family for a while, I s'pose mudblood, weasel, and pothead can take care of you well enough. When I come back, I'm gonna save your life, so I better get a reward when this is all done and over with." Draco smirked.
Ginny made a pathetic excuse at a playful slap, but Draco took it. Ginny muttered a sad, "I'm sick," but kept her hand in his.
"Before I go, I want a nice kiss Weasly. For good luck and all. We never did get our snog on the stool - I do believe you owe me." Draco said slyly, trying to keep her mind off her being sick.
"You're too far away," she complained, "and if you think I'm picking my sick ass up to kiss you, you've got another thing coming." Draco slid closer to her, smirking.
Draco lowered his head, his lips not quite touching her, he smiled mischiviously, as he was about to touch his lips to hers, a pair of hands grabbed the back of his shirt and roughly threw him to the ground. An infuriated Ronald Weasly stood over him.
"Ron! What the hell do you think you're doing!"
"Saving you from being raped! Pft, trying to take advantage of my sister at a sick state!"
"You're such a moron, Ron! He wasn't taking advantage of me! I'm about to call mum if you don't stop!"
Draco stumbled and got up, ready to hit Ron.
"Don't you dare, Malfoy!" Growled a very upset and tired Ginny.
Ron and Draco glared at each other for a few moments, if looks could kill, both would be dead and buried.
Draco got a defiant look in his eyes, bent over, kissed Ginny's lips softly, then strode out of the room saying a quick, "See ya soon."
Ginny blushed, and Ron turned red with fury. "You're just going to stand there and let him kiss you?!?"
"Of course I am, Rona--" she went into a coughing fit, and Ron (using his brains, for once) made a glass of water appear in her hands. Drinking it, she regained breath.
"Did..Draco..tell..you..all..about..the..curse?"
"I guess, Not really," Ron shrugged.
"I could die, Ron," she said, coughing again.
Draco brushed passed the rest Weasly family, Potter, and Granger, most of which were in tears. He didn't say a word to any of them, just walked through the stoney halls until he reached the Entrance Hall. He opened the castle's large front door, and took out his wand saying a quick "Accio Thunderbolt 3000". The broom hovered in front of him obediantly, and he climbed on, flying down towards the hogshead. He landed abruptly (forcing several disgruntled villagers to step out of the way), and opened the bars large wood door. The stench of alchahol and sweat filled his nose. He stalked up to the bartender and said dangerously, "I believe you have a room reserved for me."
"Of course Mr. Malfoy." The bartender said tiredly, he had been under the boy's father's employ for years.
He showed Draco to his room, and left him quickly. It was never a good idea to spend to much time with a Malfoy.
Draco studied the filthy room, his trunk sat there in the rooms center. Looks like Weasel did as his mummy told him. He opened the trunk and threw out several articles of clothing until he located what he was looking for: A pair of black slacks, turtle neck, and robe. He put them on quickly, pulling the hood over his head, hiding his features. He walked back down and took a seat in the back.
He studied the bars occupants, mostly toothless old nobodies and an ogre or two. He did not, however, have to wait long before a man who he knew worked for his father waltzed into the bar. The man had long black hair, pulled back with a leather band, he had bright piercing blue eyes.
"Mr. Livor." Draco called. The man turned, spotting the dark figure that was Draco.
"Mr. Malfoy?"
"Sit."
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"Tell me where Narcissa is."
"Mr. Malfoy I can't tell you-"
"Tell me now, or I will kill you."
"You wouldn't."
"You wouldn't be the first you pathetic piece of slime."
Livor glared at him, "She's not hidden."
"Where is she!?" Draco was losing his patience.
"Room 102, The Owls Perch, Diagon Alley."
Draco stood up, nodded at Livor, and walked up to his room. It was getting late, he would have to wait til tomorrow before he spoke with his mother.