Well here it is folks: Chapter 5...Well I did not take as long to update this time. I will try to update next weekend.
Draco was released from St. Mungos two weeks later. He was wearing the nice velvet expensive robes he'd been found in. He sat outside the building waiting for Ginny.
Ginny had told him that he could stay with her until they got him and his mum back together.
Every time the door opened behind him he turned to see if it was his pretty nurse. For many hours he was disappointed.
He eventually slipped into a dream.
People were screaming obscenities. Torches bobbed about tauntingly around him. He was falling and couldn't catch himself and then nothing. Blackness.
'Finally this long day is over,' Ginny mentally said as she stepped out into the cool night air. She took a deep refreshing and revitalizing breath. She had no idea at the time how much she would need it. A scream startled a few birds and Ginny spun and saw her blonde charge had fallen to the ground twitching and moaning. Cool beads of sweat dotted the pale skin of the boy's face.
Ginny quickly moved and knelt at his side taking his head into her lap. She took a cloth out of her pocket and began to mop his face to clean the sweat.
"Draco," a delicate soft and kind voice called him waking him from his nightmare.
His eyes fluttered open and he was staring up at the beautiful face of his nurse. He whipped around and wrapped his arms around her squeezing her to his chest for comfort. He slid a hand into her hair.
"It was awful!" his voice was strange, garbled, as if he had a mouth full of water. "What happened?"
"I just found you a moment ago. You were having a fit, twitching and crying out," Ginny said helping him to his feet and allowing him to continue clinging like a toddler frightened during a thunderstorm would cling to his mother. "We are going to go to the Leaky Cauldron and floo to my house. My mum will be helping me teach you etiquette and dancing."
Draco slowly pulled away from her.
"Well we'd best be off to make it home for supper," Ginny said taking his hand and walking down the street to the bus stop.
A muggle bus pulled up seconds later and several muggles exited and gave them strange looks.
Draco glared at the bus apprehensively and held back from getting on. Ginny squeezed his hand gently to encourage him.
She handed over three muggle coins to the bus driver for Draco's and her ticket.
Four stops later they alighted outside a pub and as soon as the bus pulled away they walked inside.
"Ginny it's good to see you again," Tom said wiping his hands on his apron and smiling at her. "Who is this fine young man you have with you?"
"This is Draco," Ginny said pulling his hand to tug him forward into the light. He stuck his bottom lip out and looked disgruntled.
Tom looked him over from head to foot, "My word, is this the Draco I think it is?"
Ginny nodded, "Draco Malfoy."
Draco scowled. How did all these people know him? Why did they stare at him with slight mistrust? Why did everyone know who he was when he had no clue? It was so unfair.
"You know Lady Malfoy has refused to see any more people claiming to be her son?" Tom asked casting a now bewildered look at Draco.
Draco stuck out his lip and pouted. He tugged at Ginny's hand like a little boy trying to convince his mother to leave a clothing store and buy him some sweets.
"I hope we can get past this. I am certain of who this is. I am sure if I speak with Lady Malfoy that she will agree to see him and see if I am telling her the truth. We all know where I spent time during the dark times of He-who-must-not-be-named."
Draco tugged more insistently at her hand.
"We'd better get home Tom," Ginny said glancing at her watch.
Ginny led Draco to the fireplace and took a pinch of floo powder that was in a pot by the mantle and motioned for Draco to do the same.
"Draco I'm going to step into the fire. Now when I disappear, wait a minute and then you follow. Be sure to speak clearly. OK?"
Draco nodded, "I hate traveling by floo. It is messy and disgusting." His lip curled.
"It's better than the knight bus," Ginny said, "See you in a minute."
Draco hugged her and smirked behind her back but grimaced as he pulled away.
Ginny tossed the powder into the flames. The roared a brilliant emerald green and Ginny stepped in shouting, "The Burrow." She disappeared and the flames returned to reddish orange.
Draco stared after her. He whimpered a little. He did not like this.
Everyone within the pub was staring at him. He glowered back with the trademark Malfoy sneer. Draco stalked forward and tossed the powder into the flames and followed Ginny's example.
Colors whirled and Draco shut his eyes refusing to watch for fear of throwing up. Just as suddenly as the whirling started it stopped and he stumbled out and unable to steady himself sat down flat on his butt.
"Oh my goodness, you poor dear," a plump woman swept down upon him and pulled him to his feet.
Draco felt hands brushing every speck of soot from his robes.
"You two must be starving," Mrs. Weasley said and she began to bustle about the kitchen putting a meal together.
Ginny smiled at Draco and shrugged apologetically.
"Ginny show our guest to the sitting room," Mrs. Weasley instructed her daughter as she waved her wand towards some vegetable in the sink. They jumped up and began pealing and chopping themselves before zooming into the pot on the stove.
Draco and Ginny walked around the main staircase and they were in the living room. It was a brightly colored room lit by many candles strewn about on tables all of various thicknesses and heights.
Ginny smiled as she spotted her father.
He was sitting at the coffee table and was tinkering with a telephone.
"Hey daddy," she said walking over to him.
Mr. Weasley jerked and looked up. His glasses slid down his nose. He had a rather goofy little grin on his face and he held a set of tweezers in his hand.
"Hello Gin," he said grinning, "Do you like the fellytone?"
The telephone was taken almost completely apart.
"Oh company!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed and he scrambled to his feet. He took Draco's hand and shook it very enthusiastically.
Draco jumped back and examined his once delicate thin pale aristocratic fingers. They were now rather crumpled, bent, and squeezed together in an odd position.
"Pleased to meet you Mr. Weasley," he managed to get out through a rather pinched sounding voice. He cradled his exquisiteblue bloodfingers and blinked back painful tears.
"Daddy this is Draco. Remember the patient I've been telling you about, the one that was found on the Malfoy estate unconscious?" Ginny asked.
"Of course dear," Mr. Weasley said as he went back to poking and prodding at the different bits of the phone with a perplexed yet delightedly fascinated look on his face.
"Daddy we have to help him get his memories back so he can be reunited with his mum," Ginny said before casually sitting down on a couch behind her father.
Draco slowly slid into a maroon reclining chair. He glanced around at everything.
Two needles were clacking lightly in the background sewing the traditional and seasonal Weasley sweaters. Faintly above they could hear the ghoul banging on the pipes in the attic. Bright white flames lit the room.
Draco looked over at Ginny then. The rooms lighting made it look almost like she was glowing in an ethereal way. Draco soon found himself staring at her admiringly. She was so beautiful to him. How could she be so selfless? so kind? so generous? so pure?
Ginny closed her eyes and slumped on the sofa. She placed her hand on her forehead and groaned.
"Supper," Mrs. Weasley announced as she came out of the kitchen. She held a wooden spoon in her hand.
Suddenly they heard two loud cracks, the sound of people apparating.
"Mum," George cried jovially, "Suppertime?"
Mrs. Weasley narrowed her eyes at her son.
"Mum," Ron said and hugged her.
"Why aren't you home with Luna and Angelina?" Mrs. Weasley asked with narrowed eyes.
"Luna is trying to calm Angie down. Angie did not realize that we were concocting squirrel shortcakes and she ate one and well she threw a frying pan at my head and told me she did not want to see me for at least twenty four hours," George answered looking rather chagrined.
"Luna did not have time to work on anything for me to eat so we put out noggins together and came up with mum," Ron said grinning and lookingabashed; his ears turned pink.
"I'll set two more places at the table," Mrs. Weasley said with a sigh.
"Ginny," Ron said turning but stopped when he saw Draco standing next to his baby sis.
Ron was instantly alerted. He whipped his wand out, "What are you doing here?"
"Ron enough," Ginny said moving in between the boys.
George looked back and forth between the two uneasily.
Mrs. Weasley bustled out before Draco even had a chance to send a scathing remark in Ron's direction and she instantly put a stop to it.
"Ronald Weasley put that wand away and behave," she snapped knocking him on the side of the head.
Ron blanched and did as he was told but not without sneering at the free loader who was taking advantage of his family.
Mr. Weasley stood up and padded over to his wife.
"Come on you lot," he said and waved beckoning them to follow to the kitchen.
The meal was eaten in relative silence but to most of the group the silence was deafening.
Ron and Draco leered at each other the entire time. They had been seated so they were directly across from one another.
Draco sneered haughtily at Ron and his beautiful aristocratic nose wrinkled distastefully.
Ginny poked him. Draco's sneer faded as he turned and looked to the girl seated to his right. He smiled shyly but was mentally kicking himself for how foolishly a girl was causing him to behave.
Ginny shook her head gently and placed a hand on Draco's arm.
Draco nearly collapsed like a puddle of goo when she touched him.
Ron loudly clacked his knife against his plate. His eyes were alight with repugnance. Draco may have been on their side but that did not change the fact that he had been a rich, stuck-up, pointy faced, snide, malicious, conniving bastard during their school days. Ron wanted his family to pay for the pain they had caused him. Lucius Malfoy was fully responsible for the death of one of his brothers and partially responsible for the death of the other and as far as Ron was concerned the Malfoys had this coming.
Draco and Ginny eventually began having a whispered conversation.
Ron couldn't stand it another minute. They were halfway through dessert, which was chocolate cream pie, when...
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