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I really must apologize for not updating sooner. As I state in my author bio I misplaced my disc that had the typed up chapter on it. BUT as you might have guessed it is found now.
I will try to do better and update soon but it depends on how many lovly reviews I get.
February 14, 2007
What was going on? It was dark and spooky. His eyes were open yet he could not see. Soft footsteps padded closer to him yet he could not see the person to whom they belong.
"Who's there?" Draco shouted reaching out and groping against the darkness in the vain hope of finding a source of light as well as the person who was so close to him. Maybe they had a wand or could make light.
"Shh," a feminine voice spoke close to him. A hand wrapped around his fingers and held them gently. "Can you hear me alright?"
Draco looked about wildly searching for the owner of the voice he heard and the hand he felt, "Where are you and where am I?" there was a slight note of panic rising in his voice by this time and he was beginning to get very upset.
"Calm down sir, you are at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Your eyes are wrapped. You have been in a comatose state for a little over seven years. Can you tell me who you are?"
"Everything is a giant blur. I-I-I don't know. I don't remember," Draco said and he clung to the hand of the woman who was next to him.
"We found you injured on the Malfoy estate. I am afraid no wand was found with you sir," the voice said.
Draco felt a soft hand touch his cheek. He jumped a little.
"It is alright. I am going to remove your bandages. Can you tell me what you last remember?" she spoke to him again in the same soft gentle tone and Draco felt her holding the back of his head with one hand and undoing the bandages with the other hand.
"All I remember are my classes at Hogwarts. I do not remember any names or faces. Even the classes are a blur of color," Draco sighed. There was something he needed to remember. Someone he simply had to say something to, though he neither knew who to say it to nor what to say.
Finally the last piece of bandaging was removed and Draco blinked against the cruel light. He raised his hands to block some of it out. Slowly his eyes dilated adjusting to the brightness of his room.
That was when he saw her. Her hair was long silky slightly curled and auburn. A smattering of freckles littered her nose and cheeks. But it was her eyes that made him lose his breath. Almond shaped golden brown with tiny flecks of gold glittering as she moved her head causing the light to hit them in different ways.
"Sir," she offered quietly.
"What is your name?" he asked as he let his eyes steal a swift glance at her tiny hands. No ring.
Just then their colloquy was interrupted.
"Ginny," a bushy brown haired woman poked her head through the door. "He has awakened?"
"Barely ten minutes," Ginny said and pushed his hair back gently and smiled at him.
Draco's normally pale cheeks flushed a light pink.
Just then a man with thick blonde hair and bright blue eyes peeked through the door.
"I came to let you know Gilderoy is on the loose...again," the woman told Ginny.
Ginny sighed.
The man at the door wriggled through and in one hand he clutched a thick wad of photographs.
"Hi!" he announced to them all buoyantly.
"Gilderoy!" the other nurse exclaimed. "How very naughty of you to sneak out of your room!"
Gilderoy hung his head ashamedly and his eyes lost their joyous sparkle. "I just wanted to show Healer Ginny how pretty I can write now."
"All right but only once and then you must go back to your room and promise not to sneak out again," Ginny said and smiled at her once Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
Gilderoy beamed at her before flopping down to his bottom on the cold floor and signing in fancy loopy cursive lettering his name on a picture. His tongue stuck out to the side and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. It took nearly five minutes for his to write his whole name.
It was presented to Ginny with a bow. Ginny smiled at the poor silly man who could not perform any good spells with his memory and now was incapable of any.
"Thank you very much. I'll hang it up with all the rest of your signed photos at my home," Ginny said slipping the signed photo into one of the pockets of her white healers robes.
"Are you hungry sir?" Ginny asked turning back to Draco for the first time since Gilderoy had entered the room. She wore the same warm-hearted smile that she had when he had first seen her.
"A bit," Draco answered smiling back at her.
"I'll just go and get you some food then," Ginny said turning from him and leaving the room.
Draco sighed as he heard the door click shut behind her. His mind was still wandering though. Who was he? Would he ever have his memories? his family?
Ginny arrived pushing the door open with her back.
"Here sir," Ginny said smiling at him as she set the tray on his lap. "Did you attend Hogwarts?"
Ginny began just making small talk as she bustled about the room tidying. She opened the curtains next to Draco's bed.
Draco moved a little to the left so the sun was not shining in his eyes. He picked up his fork and stabbed a piece of egg. He sat watching Ginny scurry about the room.
"This is so familiar. Like you have done this for me a hundred times before," Draco said and he looked down at the plate of food on his lap and continued eating.
Ginny turned and began to look at his shrewdly. Was it even possible? It was said that Draco had been killed that night? But this boy was definitely not dead. Could it be?
"I might know who you are and be able to help you but it is a very unsure thing?" Ginny said as she came out of the closet. She held a set of black high collar robes made of velvet. Her brown eyes were wide with shock as she looked at the robes she had picked out for Draco Malfoy to wear more than seven years ago on New Year's Eve. She lifted the collar and looked at the initials embroidered in the tag. D.M. "Your name is Draco Malfoy."
Ginny stood and stared hard at the boy. There was no denying that this was in fact him. The only difference was that this boy was quite congenial and had been quite a sweetheart so far but the Draco Malfoy she had known had been a malicious self-possessed little narcissist. "Will you take me to my family?" Draco asked looking Ginny right in the eyes in a very uncharacteristically Slytherin way. Slytherins almost never made eye contact with anyone.
"Listen Draco. Your mother has not had an easy time trying to find you. Many unscrupulous characters have tried to cheat her out of her money by pretending to be you. She has become exceedingly bitter hard-hearted woman," Ginny said watching Draco sadly.
"How do I know that I am this woman's son though?" Draco asked looking at her. "Draco your initials are sown inside your robes and considering the fact that your house was burned to the ground and the only robes of yours that would be left were the ones you were wearing that night," Ginny said turning the collar so Draco could see the embroidered letters. "You are going to need to regain a lot of your memories to prove yourself to Lady Malfoy."
Draco shoved his food around on the table being careful to avoid looking at Ginny. He had an extremely pensive look on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed and his bottom lip was sticking out.
His features lit up. "Ginny you knew exactly who I was so you must know lots about me. You can teach me and then I can get back with my mum."
The bushy haired nurse poked her head through the door.
"Granger," Draco said and he sneered at her.
Ginny spun to him, "You remember Hermione?"
"I remember Mudblood Granger," Draco said and turned his nose up so he appeared as if he smelt something fetid.
Hermione looked upset and glared at Draco, "DON'T forget what I did to you in our third year at Hogwarts! Do not call me a mudblood!"
Ginny spotted the danger and moved between her friend and her charge.
"Enough. You two need to grow up," Ginny said looking from one to the other.
Draco crossed his arms petulantly and rolled his eyes at Hermione. "In case you did not know or you are too stupid to remember then I shall inform you I have no recollection of any of the happenings at Hogwarts."
"Draco, Hermione and I can help you, but Hermione might not want to if you continue to if you keep hurling insults at her," Ginny said watching Draco pout in a perfect immitation of a two-year-old.
Draco looked up at Ginny letting his eyes grow wide and look very innocent.
"She started it," Draco said pointing.
"Draco do not point. Hermione clam down," Ginny said. She gave Draco a menacing glare.
"I make no promise not to antagonize her," he said pointing once again to Hermione.
"It is perfectly all right. I do not mind his being rude, as he does not know any better. We need to work on that. As long as he does not call me a mudblood," Hermione said scowling at the handsome bedridden boy.
In response Draco sneered at Hermione.
"Well Draco?" Ginny asked pushing her red hair back and running her fingers through it.
Draco nodded to Ginny; "I will not call Hermione a mudblood."
"That is all I want," Hermione said though she did not smile. "Now I must go check on Gilderoy."
Ginny nodded to her friend and returned her attention to her patient. She sat down and watched him.
Draco pouted and stabbed his eggs.
"Well Draco are you ready to get started?"
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