(A/N: Hey! Sorry I didn't have an author note on a few chapters. I was so into the whole UPLOAD, SAVE, UPLOAD, SAVE.. thing. Anyway, Enjoy, Read, Review, and get cookies!)

Draco didn't sleep much; though she wasn't trying to connect with him, Draco heard everything going through Ginny's mind. 'This disgusting vile..why must they feed it to me? Medicine isn't going to cure a curse..' 'It's so cold and lonely here..why isn't there any other patients?' and, the one that hurt, made him worried, and confused most, 'I miss Draco.. I really do.. where is he? I hope everything's okay..That kiss.. It probably meant nothing, Ginny, it's no big deal..'

He couldn't take it anymore. Putting on jeans and a tee shirt, he flew to the hospital. When he got to Ginny's room, she was moaning, flickering her eyes, and then collapsing. He pulled a chair by her bed, to watch her.

After a while, she woke up to drink water, and she saw Draco. "Oh my gosh, Draco!"
"Ginny," he smiled as sweetly as possible, though he was tired and getting cranky..

"Y-you-" she started a coughing fit, and Draco poured her a tall glass of water. She drank it, thanked him, and patted the edge of the bed for him to sit. "You..can go back..to..wherever you were.."

"Well, if you don't want me here, then..."

"No! I want you here!" Draco smirked.
"Try to go back to sleep, Gin."

"Why? So when I wake up, you could be gone, and it would be a pointless visit?" Despite what she had said, Draco pulled the covers out and gently tapped her over, took off his shoes, and got in bed with her.

"Draco, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm going to sleep. Goodnight." She turned around, so she faced him.

"Uuuhh..Goodnight then," she said confused. She closed her eyes, but Draco didn't close his. He stared at her, watching her bangs move up and down from her breath. "I know you're looking at me, Draco," she murmured lazily. He resisted the urge to kiss her, and just smirked and turned around.

They slept peacefully, until something odd came over Ginny. It caused her to run to the bathroom, gagging, then made her run back and throw herself against the hard wall, crying hysterically. Draco woke with a start, flicked on the lights, and ran over to her. There was blood on her lips.

"Ginny, what happened?" He questioned, concerned.

"I..threw..up..blood.." She sobbed. Draco opened his arms and she flung herself into them, not caring that she looked horrible. "Draco, I'm dyi-" He put his finger on her lips, pacifying her. He didn't want to hear it, nor to admit that thinking of her dying was...

Draco cradled her in his arms, rocking her to sleep, it was an odd instinct. He just knew it would soothe her. He put her down gently, covering her with her blanket. He had to get to his mother, she was the only one who could help...tell him wear the counter curse is.

He looked at Ginny for a moment, before awkwardly kissing her on the forhead. He then left the clinic and took off towards London, not caring if a muggle or two spotted him (although he did make a slight attempt to hide behind clouds). He landed carelessly in Diagon Alley, lookings around the crowded street. He quickly spotted the tall crooked builting that was The Owl's Perch, a cheap wizarding hotel. He climbed up the many flights of steps, until he reached room 102, he knocked firmly on the rundown wooden door.

"Whatever you're selling, I don't want it," said a tired, battered voice.

"Mother?" Draco heard Narcissa gasp, and open the door.

"Draco!" She said, throwing her arms around him, tearing a bit. "It's been so long! How is..everything?"

"Mother I need to talk to you, may I come in?"

"Oh..ofcourse." She was used to her son's formality, he had always been so...uptight.

"Mother, I don't know if you know this, but father is in azkaban. He kidnapped Potter and Granger, I...well I helped them mother. For a girl. Stupid I know, father attacked me. Then he attacked Ginny- I mean the girl, and well...he cast the Odium Servantes on her."

"That bas-..I mean," Narcissa coughed. "Eh-hem. So you need a countercurse, I suppose?"

"Yes," He said, hoping she wouldn't ask too much of it.

"Well, give me a minute, I have to make a potion; and write down the spell. Here, sit and make smalltalk with the lamp." Draco looked confused, until the lamp smiled and said, "Hullo there!"

"I've heard of talking mirrors, but never talking lamps..." Draco said, lifting his eyebrows.

"I'm surprised that you're surprised, being a wizard and all..." The lamp responded, "I would...love...to be a wizard."

"Shut up," he growled. "Mother, why oh why a talking LAMP of all things?"

"Well, a err..friend gave it to me, so I thought I should keep it. I think he's rather friendly," she answered.

"Why thank-you, Issa," the lamp said innocently.

"Mother!" The boy whined for the first time since...well ever, "It's given you a nickname? Is it...flirting?"

"Of course I'm not! I'm happily married! Happily married indeed! Happily Married, Happily Married, La La La Marriage Happy Happy Happy!" it sung.

"Oh, Merlin, now you sound like Weasley," he grumbled, "and who would marry you? The lightbulb?"

"No, no no no! Howard!"

"Howard?" He said, staring blankly.

"The lightswitch."

"So, not only are you annoying talking lamp, but you're a gay annoying talking lamp?"

"Do you have a bias against gay furniture?" The lamp asked accusingly. Draco chuckled, thinking how Ginny will laugh when she hears this odd tale.

"Oh no! Not I. So tell me more about you and your relationships."

"Well, my name's Larry.."

"Haha, Larry the Lamp! How unique," Draco interrupted.

"..and I met Harold at a yard sale. It was love at first sight, really. I knew it was meant to be when my cord fit PERFECTLY in his socket.."

"Oh, God! The wrongness of it all!" Draco said, disgusted.

"Draco," Narcissa said, "The spell's complete. Come in here and I'll give you the potion.

Draco got up, recieving winks from Larry, and walked into the kitchen.

"This," she said, handing him a pink potion, "is the potion to cause her to fall asleep and..well, to be truthful, die for a few minutes."

"Die?!"

"Yeah, but that's the only way the potion will work. Then, when shes 'dead', you have to shout-yes, shout- these words." She handed him a piece of pink parchment, scrawled neatly in script. It read:

La mort n'est pas l'extrémité que la malédiction vous sera

pardonné se réveillera maintenant et avec un baiser you'll soit

guéri.

"Then, you have to kiss her. Don't be embarrased, by the time it's over she'll have forgotten about ever 'dying.'"

"But, when she 'dies', will she be in pain?"

"Yes, for a few minutes," Narcissa replied sadly, "But then it will be over."

Draco nodded in a buisness like fashion, "If there is anything you need, please feel free to owl me."

He turned towards the door, then turned and hugged his mother, on his own, a rarity.

"Before I leave...what do these words mean?"

"It means, 'Death is not the end, the curse will be forgiven, you will awaken now, and with a kiss, you'll be healed.' Not very original, but hey, I didn't make it up," Narcissa smiled. She kissed him on the cheek, whispering, "I missed you, Draco. You really should keep in touch."

"I've missed you, too," he admitted. "I..you know how we used to 'think' back and fourth?"

"Yes?"

"Well.."

"You've found a girl who you can communicate through minds with?"

"Well," he said, "yes."

"Then, Draco, hold on to her for dear life."

Draco looked at his mother, somewhat confused, before sticking the potion in his pocket, along with the incantation. Grabbing his broom, he nodded at his mother curtly, and flew off into the cloudy sky.

Landing abruptly, he ran into the hospital room, where Ginny was attached to some..muggle machine that kept beeping, and surrounded by a mass of red-haired Weasleys.

"Um," Draco coughed.

"Oh, it's you," Ron growled.

"Guys, I have the countercurse, but the spell will only work if everyone is gone.." There was a pause, and an embarrasing silence.

"Well, you heard him! Out, out, out!" Molly ordered, and soon the room was emptied except for he and Ginny.

"Hi, Draco.." she whispered.

"Hello, Ginny," he smirked.

"Well, you've gotten "

"Ginny, don't talk, don't lose your energy." She nodded, and he poured the drink down her throat. A disgusted look took over her face, and she wiped her mouth.

"Ow...Draco, it stings.."

"I know. It will, and then you'll fall asleep."

"Okay.." Ginny's eyes closed, and Draco suspected she had...well, died.

Until..

So, this is odd..am I dead?

"Ginny?!"

"Yes?"

"You're not dead?!"

"..What!? You were KILLING me?! Countercurse my ass!!"

"No...just that...it's supposed to kill you for a moment, then I say a spell...and kiss you...and then you come back and not remember it and be healthy as a new born calf..." Calf? What the hell? He's spent to much time in 'Hagrid's classes, big dumb oaf.

"Yeah, sure! I doubt that's true!"

"Funny, nowhere in the spell did my mum say that irrational, crazy, insane behaviour happened before the death part."

"Shu--" And, with that she was gone. Draco laughed to himself; This is what his mother wanted him to 'hold on to for dear life'? Pft..

He checked her pulse, and cringed when he felt nothing. She was dead...he took a deep breath, and reading from the paper his mother had handed her he chanted, "La mort n'est pas l'extrémité que la malédiction vous sera pardonné se réveillera maintenant et avec un baiser you'll soit guéri."

With a nervous pause, he bent down and kissed her gently. Then, he watched, watched and waited.

A few moments passed, and Draco got nervous, wondering if maybe...it wouldn't work.

"Shut up!" Ginny said, suddenly waking up.

Draco's face broke into a grin, and checked her shoulder. The burn was gone.

"Guess what Weaselette?" he asked with a laugh.

"Weaselette? ... What Ferret?"

"You're cured...didn't you promise me a little prize if I saved your life?"
"Yes, but then you pissed me off, thinking you wanted to kill me and all, so you pretty much ruined the 'prize'.."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No," she said, trying to hide the smile and blush creeping upon her face.

"I think you are, me being the handsome devil that I am, how could you resist me, my little vixen?"

"Vixen!? Draco! The things you say!" Ginny giggled, thrilled to be ... well alive.

A knock interupted their hopeless flirting, and ignoring Draco's 'Tell them to go away's, she let out a strong happy "Come in!"

An anxious Mrs. Weasly poked her head in, "Ginny!? Honey are you okay? Are you...healthy? Ginny, baby, my baby girl, you look so much better."

"Yes, but in a minute she's about to errupt in oozy pimples, and then I have to feed her the antidote for that, so yeah maybe you don't want to see?" Draco lied quickly.

"Oh, honey. Poor Ginny! Tell us when they're...done." She closed the door.

Ginny touched her face. "I am?! Oozy pimples...oh, merlin!"

Draco smiled devishly, "Oh yes, and the only way they will go away is if I kiss every inch of that pretty little face of yours."

Ginny quickly caught on to his lie, "You lied to my mother!"

"I'm a slytherin, it is to be expected."

Draco sat her up, and in the most gentlemanly manner he could muster, asked, "Ginny may I snog you senseless?"

"God, you are so discreet about your intentions.." The waiting was killing him.. "And well, we haven't even been on a date yet.." go on with it, Weasley! "But I guess running around your mansion for me is a good enough reason..." Just..go..and..say..it.. "So, yes."

Draco pulled her into his lap (he had been sitting on the edge of her bed), and attacked her mouth.

Damn, can't be friendly?

Draco pulled away annoyed, "Don't think Ginny!"

Ginny smiled innocently, and this time he attacked her mouth in a somewhat less aggressive manner.

However, the long snog (hopefully followed by a nice shag) he had anticipated was cut short by a angry yell from one Harry Potter, "MALFOY! GINNY? WHAT THE FUCK? MRS. WEASLY SAID YOU WERE CURING SOME PIMPLE SHIT. WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

Draco pulled away exasperated, "I am feeding her the antidote, Potter."

"With his mouth," Ginny added, laughing.

"You're not helping," Darco murmured.

Harry was outraged, "Get off him Ginny! He's scum! He doesn't deserve you!"

"I deserve everything," he said, spoiled.

"Harry, just..be shhh."

"No! I will not be 'SHH'!"

"SHHH!!!" Draco said, husing them all. "Too..much..shh-ing..."

Ginny smiled. "Right. Harry, this is you," she made her palm form a mouth, opening and closing it. "This is what you should be," and then she closed her hand.

Harry scowled, "Ginny did he put a spell on you? Don't tell me you want him!!"

"No, he didn't put a spell on me. He did just save my life, and I was grateful, and so I was..rewarding him. Hey, I do remember a few years ago when you demanded a kiss because you saved me from the Chamber..."

Harry stared at her, "But Ginny...he's...Malfoy...and you shouldn't give up your...morals...your...dignity...for him! What about me?"

"What ABOUT you?" Draco drawled, wondering where he was getting at.

"Harry, you kinda sorta burst my infatuation bubble when you would gape at Hermione and act like an idiot, and also when you kinda sorta told me off?"

"You told her off? You fucking tart!" Aw..he's protective.

I can still hear you, remember?

So?

"Well...I never really liked Hermione like I do you, and I pushed you away because of Ron! You know how protective he is!" Harry explained quickly, partly lies, partly truths.

"Oh, please Harry. You know I don't look like her, and you've known her, and right now you're just lying so that Ron doesn't have a fit. But, the point is I just am over my silly crush.."

"Now, Potty, if you don't mind, we were about to snog. Good. Bye."

Harry gasped, turned on heel and stormed out. Draco, about to resume the lovely snog he had been planning on for ages (or what seemed like ages), Harry returned, with the entire Weasly Family, plus Hermione, in tow.

"He was going to rape her!" They heard Harry say (somewhat wickedly) outside the door. Draco grinned, "He's jealous. How about you make it look like you were going to rape me, and then i'll scream 'ahh help, rape!' and..." he trailed off, was he being playful with her?

"..That, or we could just deny it all."

"Why? Are you scared of your mum or something?"

"No.."

"Then why don't we snog until they leave us the bloody hell alone?"

Ginny looked at him, wide eyed, "They are my family Draco! I have six brothers, do you realize that? They will kill you!"

"I'm sure I can handle them" Draco said dryly.

"Draco -"

"Oh forget it Ginny! Here, they are opening the door. I'll just mosey on out like nothing ever happened and you can say 'Harry misunderstood, Draco was helping me mummy dearest' and we don't have to see each other, save those few classes we have together, and meals."

"First of all, shut up, second of all, I said they'd kill YOU not ME. If I honestly cared about what my parents thought about me, I'd never have done anything."

"Well, it seems to me you're not doing anything right now."

"Well..because, umm..." He caught her.

"That just proves my point. Unless, you'd like to prove me wrong?"

Ginny glared, then, nervously, kissed him, knowing in a few seconds she would be interupted by 10 (yes 10) yells of disgust.

She felt giddy when her lips collided with his, she was taking charge. Draco on the other hand, hadn't actually expected her to kiss him. That was his job.

She, still on his lap, put her arms around his neck, getting comfortable. I could stay like this forever..

And the door burst open.

"Ginerva Henrietta Weasly! What the hell do you think you are doing!?" A shocked Mrs. Weasly asked, barely holding her six sons behind her (they, of course, were being over protective prats).

Well, I was snogging this really hot guy that I happen to like alot, and if you don't mind I'd like to stay in his arms forever..

"Umm...getting my gum back?" Draco stifled a laugh. Not only was she being extremely sweet (Imagine- Draco thinking someone's SWEET!), she was being utterly stupid and rebelious; this was a definite turn-on. Who knew she was so fiesty?

Mrs. Weasly blanched, leaving the room so she would not have to witness what she was about to let her sons do to the Malfoy. Sure, he saved her daughters life, but she still liked to think her daughter was a baby, her baby girl. And this

boy was taking advantage of her baby.

Draco sighed, I won't be all that hot once they are through with me...though I'm sure I would still look better then them.

Um, this might sound weird, but if I were you.. I'd run now.

He looked at her with a questioning expression. Huh?

They're in 'kill the boyfriend' mode. I'd run. Fred and George have been pretty muscular these days from Quidditch...

Draco stood up carefully, not wanting to look frightened (he did have his dignity after all), and knowing a sudden movement might set the whole lot off...

Gin...where's potter? he thought, and then...all went black.

Harry stood over Draco's unconcious body, with a rather arrogant smirk for Harry James Potter, the wizarding hero.

The twins and Ron sent him looks saying, 'Why couldn't you let US do that?'

"Oh my God! Draco!" Ginny said, rushing up to him. Then she looked up at Harry. "You're so stupid! Why did you do that!? Why can't you boys just let me be HAPPY!? What, does 'ickle Ginerva' need to be BABYSAT all the time?! Just so you know, I've been growing up FINE without you, so just go away!"

All of the boys (well except Ron and Harry) looked rather shame faced, she reminded them so much of mother. Bill and Charlie were the first to respond, "Gin we weren't gonna hurt him..Harry went a bit overboard."

Percy nodded in agreement, pushing his glasses up on his nose, "You know that I wouldn't Gin..."

He was right, Percy was...well he was a bit of a overly-pompous geek.

Fred, George, Ron and Harry looked upset, but not apoligetic.

"A bit overboard? A BIT overboard?!?! HE KNOCKED HIM OUT! God, and Harry couldn't you at least had a fair fight? Or were you too scared that he'd beat you? At least play fair." Ginny was furious; the ONE guy she ACTUALLY had a chance with was now..knocked out on the hospital floor. How dramatic it all was.

Fred and George wisely backed out of thisfight, and let Bill, Charlie and Percy drag the two out.

Harry scowled, "He hates Weaslys, Gin. You know that! He was using you for sex!"

Ron gagged at the mere thought of his sister being used for sex.

"Sex? What the helll...we were just snogging.."

"Yes, first snogging, then sex!" Harry argued.

"Well, what do you care? Are you a bit jealous?"

"Hardly." Harry said dryly, "Why would I be jealous of a Malfoy? I'm sure he means nothing to you anyway Gin, you are far to smart for that."

Ron nodded, "He's right Gin, you're smart, so why would you want to snog him?"

"Smart for what exactly? Too smart for snogging? Uhh...I don't think snogging has an intellegence limit. But, if you find that it does, tell me and I'll be sure to stop." Ginny saw Draco move a bit, and moan. "Fuckin twat.." he said under his breath.

Draco rubbed his head, vision blurring for a moment, then focusing, "You know what? How come whenever someone wacks Potter, that nurse Pomferey comes running so eagerly, and yet Potter knocks me out, I get nothing?"

Ginny gave an evil look towards Harry and Ron, bent over, and kissed Draco romanticly. "There, you got something."

"You know, I may very well be all better. Just to make sure, perhaps Nurse Weasly should treat her Paitient with a stronger form of medicine?"

"No!" Ron barked, "Not in front of me at least!"

Draco sighed, "Who hit me anyway? Was it pothead?"

"Does it matter Ferret?" Harry asked angrily.

"Not at all, I'd hate you either way."

"Oh, fuck you." Harry snapped, brushing past Ron in an angry huff.

Hermione walked in after Harry, her face confused, "I leave to get coffee and come back to see Harry acting like he just saw Voldemort snogging Mrs. Weasly..."

"Bad Image 'Mione." Ron scowled.

"Right. Sorry."

"Is it open house at the hospital day or something? Why can't a guy get a good snog without being interrupted around here!?"

Hermione looked at Draco, "Snog? I heard them whispering something but...didn't...believe it...ginny?"

Ginny nodded reluctantly.

"But...Ginny...I...you know what I told you...about...him...how I felt..." Hermione tried to get Ginny to remember it without outright saying it infront of Malfoy.

Ron's ears perked up. "Feelings? Excuse me? WHAT FEELINGS?!"

"Nothing, Ron."
"Obviously it is something, 'Mione.."
"IT'S NOTHING, RON!" Hermione bellowed.

Ginny grinned at the two, Hermione would soon forgive her for...well Draco...were they an item?

No matter, the point is, soon Ron and Hermione will actually be public about their "secret" relationship..