Life-in-Death

Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter, except those dolls that I have, oh and those movies, but newho....

"What the Merlin-" she shrieked, as she was pushed against the wall. She smelt skanky perfume, and felt sharp talon like nails dig into her shoulders. Ginny looked up but only saw a hooded figure. She suppressed her first reaction, to scream.

"Who in the bloody hell do you think you are, Weasly?" said her captor. She spat her name out with such vehemence that Ginny winced.

"Excuse me?" she asked, not understanding what this person was on about. That only caused the hooded person to grip Ginny tighter. "Ouch, you're hurting me!"

"Hurting you? Who cares. All I care about is that you staying away from Draco. He is not yours, he is mine. Got that?"

"Um, sorry, but for one, Draco is no ones, he has his own mind!" she knew that it wasn't smart to antagonize the person for obviously she wasn't afraid to hurt her.

"You Bitch" she said, as she threw Ginny against the wall harder then before. Ginny gasped as all the air was stolen from her lungs, jarring her whole body. She could have sworn that she had heard a crack. She fell to the ground, unable to stand for her knees gave way from shock and pain. The hooded girl picked her back up and hit her head against the wall repeatedly until all Ginny saw was darkness.

Draco realized that after he left, he had carelessly left his potions notes with Goyle. He didn't really understand why he even gave them to him, it wasn't like they were going to help him much. Draco smirked, "The great, bloody, oaf" he said out loud. He walked past the alcove, and heard a slight whimper. He stopped immediately in his tracks, trying to see if he could hear it again.

"ooh"

Draco realized that that wasn't the usual moan that you hear coming form the alcove, it was a moan of pain. He went to investigate the alcove and found a fragile girl lying in a pool of blood. Draco started, who could have done this! It was barbaric. Draco thought, 'hell, he had actually seen much worse, his father did worse to him,' but still, this was a young girl. He knelt down next to her, lifting a lock of hair away from her face so htat he could see who it was. He was surprised to see that it was the Weasly girl, and it tugged at his minimal heart strings to see her so vulnerable. He picked her up, heading towards the hospital wing.

"Hold on, Ginny, you're going to be okay," he said. He realized that Ginny was coming to. She looked up at him with scared eyes, as he looked down at her with warm ones, well, as warm as a Malfoy's can get.

"Dr-ra-aco," she said in an inaudible whisper,"pl-lease, d-don't t-take m-me to Pompfrey." It was taking so much of her energy to speak, he saw that, and frowned. This silly girl needed medical attention, and he was going to get it for her.

"What are ya on about?" he asked, "You need a healer, Ginny, you've lost alot of blood." She winced, and shook her head.

"No, please, just look at my left arm, and I think that you may understand, just please-" she said, but fell silent as a bought of pain caught up with her, and made her breathless. Draco looked around for a place to set her down so that he could look at her arm, and realized that he was really close to his own room, so he ran down another corridor and whispered the password to his room. He bolted through the door as soon as it opened, placing Ginny softly on the bed, as if he were caring for a new born babe. She settled into his sheets, as he lifted her sleeve to look at her arm. He thought that he had seen marks on her arm this morning, but he didn't believe that a Gryffindor could do this to herself. He knew why she didn't want to go to a healer, for then they would all know. So, Draco decided that he would heal her. He is in the advanced Healing class, so he knew what to do. First he ran to his bathroom to grab some fresh towels, and flicked his wand to get a bowl, and ran some hot water so that he could clean the wound. he went back to his bed, all those things floating behind him, and landing softly on the bed. He took off her robe so that he could asses her body for the extent of damage. He concluded that she had multiple hits to her head, for there were some contusions, and that was where most of the blood was coming from. She had some deep gashes on her shoulders, that he saw were from nails. He felt her arms, and found that her right arm was broken. He ran through his head the spells needed to heal her. He decided that he should take care of her head wound first, seeing as how it was the worst. He dipped the towel into the water, wetting it, then brought it to her head. She winced slightly. He continued his ministrations, softly. It took about two hours to fully take care of all of her injuries, and by that time he knew that hey both had some explaining to do, as to why they were missing from classes. He decided just to let her sleep, but seeing as how she got knocked in the head, he had to stay with her, just in case she had a concussion. He watched her for what seemed like hours, watching the gentle rhythm of her breathing. He slowly drifted off himself, wondering who had done this to her, and vowing to make them pay.

a/n sorry this has taken so long, but I'm not getting much feedback on it, so I kind of lost heart on it, but then I thought, meh, I'm just writing this for me, so yeah.....wow, blabber much? Haha. Newho, thanks for reading if you did!! I hope that you enjoyed it. I'm sorry if you didn't.