Life-in-Death
Chapter 4: Angel
Ginny awoke to the feel of warm breath on her hand, which at first startled her, but then comforted. She tried to open her eyes, but winced as the light tried to make its way in. She cursed it for being so bright. Ginny was confused, she didn't know where she was, and why. And who was that breathing? She tried to remember what had happened, but she could barely remember her name, let alone what had occurred the previous night. She moved slightly, which jarred her entire body, and she could feel the black coming to claim her. Not this time, she needed answers, craved them.
At her intake of breath, then slight movement and wince, Draco awoke. He had been jumpy all night, waking every hour or so, afraid that he was the only one breathing in the room. He didn't know why he cared, or why he was helping her to survive. Perhaps it was because he had seen this monstrous deed done to another who was very close to him, and no one had done anything for her. No one found her lying in her own pool of blood, and rescued her, and for that he had felt guilty everyday of his life. It was his fault, he felt, that she was dead. At the movement of the hand near his temple, he stole back to reality, ready to face the challenge at hand.
He looked at the patient before him, past memories coming back to haunt him. He placed her hand in his, and she smiled. Well, as much of a smile as she could muster in her state.
"How are you feeling?" he said softly, as to not alarm her, for he saw that her eyes were tightly shut "you know, you can open your eyes now," She nodded slightly, as she scrunched her eyes, letting only minimal light in.
"Where am I?" she asked, barely above a whisper. Draco frowned slightly, what if she had amnesia? She did have nasty trauma to her head.
"You're in The Slytherin head boy room," he stated, looking around him, "do not be alarmed, you're safe here." Ginny merely nodded, as she turned to look at him.
Ginny knew that she had seen his face before, and that she should remember him for something awful, but could only think of him as her angel.
"Angel?" she murmured. Draco looked confused, as Ginny merely smiled at her Angel.
"Angel, can you tell me what happened? I can't remember, everything is all fuzzy."
"Well," Draco started, "all I know is that I found you in the alcove, with all these cuts and bruises, and then I was going to take you to the hospital wing, and you told me not too."
Ginny looked confused, why would she not want to be taken to the hospital wing?
"Why would I do that?"
"Well, because of what is on your arm..." he trailed off as Ginny lifted her robe up her arm, and stared at the deep gauges. She gasped, as everything came rushing back to her at full speed. The hooded figure, the cracking, the pain, the blackness. Then she remembered what happened before that, the monster, the window, the knife. She looked up at her Angel, knowing full well he was more devil then Angel. The tears came gushing out of her, as she was unable to stop them. She didn't want to cry in front of him. She hid herself away, but he wouldn't let her.
"Don't be ashamed, Virginia, you've been through a lot, you're allowed a few tears," he stated, as he pulled her face up. He wiped away at the tears. "Do you remember everything now?" Gin smiled back at him, and nodded.
"Unfortunately, everything. Some things that I wish I could just forget forever." Draco looked away for a second as he let his hand fall to hers, trying to understand the underlying meaning that he knew was hidden in that statement. Unable to configure it, he brought his confused eyes up to face her.
"Gin, can you tell me?" Gin looked away from his searching eyes, debating whether to tell him that it was because of him that girl came after her. She didn't want to put that guilt on her Angel, so she gave him the gist of what had happened. He could feel there was something that she was keeping back, but he knew that he shouldn't push her. This was the most they had ever spoken in at least 5 years, so he wasn't going to ask anymore, he didn't feel he had the right to. Gin slightly wished that he would ask her about the arm, and then maybe she would be able to get that evil demon off of her, but she couldn't risk it, not yet anyway. And, she didn't want to risk getting her Angel mixed up in it as well.
Draco left to grab some food for them, and to let Gin sleep. She curled up in a ball, wrapping herself tighter into the soft, silk sheets. She let herself be taken over by the comfort of sleep. Just as she thought that she was going to be alright, her monster was back, and now he had a new friend.
A/N: I know that I have not written a word in a very long time, and I am so truly sorry for that, I want to thank my reviewer, kicksomeass! I'm glad that you like my story, and I am hoping now that I will actually be able to continue writing it. :) thanks for reading! I will try to update again really soon.
