~*~Unadulterated Bliss~*~

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A/N: This is extra long as an apology for taking so long! Hope you enjoy it!

Ch 2- A Savior

Draco Malfoy was in search of some solitude. As much as he liked to have his thugs Crabbe and Goyle back him up on occasion, they did get a trifle tiresome at times. Therefore he walked all the way to the caboose of the train in hopes of finally being alone. No more Pansy yammering in his ear about so and so, or Crabbe or Goyle wanting to pick on the threesome, Harry Potter and his gang. No, he was about to be completely and utterly alone. Which was just how he wanted it. He opened the door and sauntered in. But before he could release a sigh of contentment, he saw two figures, obviously doing some extreme necking. Oh fuck, I've just interrupted a lovers' tryst, Draco thought with a groan. I hope I don't see them around the school, I hate it when every time I turn around there's another bloody couple attached at the lip..it's disgusting!

At the sound of the door opening, Ryan lifted his head up and glared at whoever intruded on him.

"Oops, sorry mate, didn't mean to disturb, I'll just be on my wa-" A sight of red curls caught his eye, and he stopped mid-sentence from shock. Weasley?!?! She's here snogging some guy breathless?? Oh, I can't wait to use that against her.

But then, he caught sight of her eyes. They were huge and filled with terror. Her lips were trembling, and even at a distance Draco could see a bead of blood rising onto her lip. There was no way she could truly be enjoying this.

"Ginny?" he breathed. Her eyes already misting over, were now overrun with tears.

"Well? What're you still doing here?" Ryan snarled. "If you don't mind, we're rather busy! I can understand if you want your turn, but you'll have to wait," he said with a leering glance towards Ginny's body, "you can have her after I'm done with her."

"..which would be now." Draco's entire body became tense from the revolting sight of Ryan pawing at Ginny. "Let go of her," he commanded.

"Say, what're you trying to start here?" Ryan released Ginny and moved to confront Draco.

Draco eyed him warily. "I'm not trying to start anything. I only said for you to release her."

"And why would I do that?" Ryan sneered.

"Because she obviously wasn't appreciating what you were doing. Just look at her." He nodded once in Ginny's direction. Once Ryan had let go of Ginny, she had slid down the wall to the floor, staring ahead at nothing; the tears falling down her face unnoticed. "I mean if you want to pleasure a woman," Draco continued, "she should at least look a little more alive than that." She should be flushed and feverish. He thought. She should be screaming your name full of life and vibrant.

"You little son of a bi-" Ryan's fist flew into Draco's-

"Nuh uh!" Draco's hand shot up at lightning speed and caught Ryan's wrist before it connected with his face. He pushed the fist away and punched Ryan hard in the jaw. Ryan staggered back, obviously surprised at Draco's strength and speed. Ryan wiped the blood off of his chip and launched himself at Draco. Having already expected it, Draco twisted his body to the side so that Ryan missed completely and crashed into the wall with a groan. Still seething with loathing, Draco pushed Ryan's unconscious body out the door with his foot, kicked the body for good measure, and closed the door behind him.

He walked softly over to where she sat: huddling against the wall, with her arms holding her knees against her chest, and her head bowed over her them. She was shaking. He squatted down in front of her, and put his hand lightly on her head. Her entire body flinched. Quickly, he removed his hand as if her flinch had burned them. Finally he cocked his head to the side and gently, in the his very nicest voice, asked if she was ok. Her head gave the tiniest of nods. And with that he sat down in front of her and waited for her to say/do something.

Several minutes passed. The scenery passed by, but Draco hadn't seen any of it. His eyes were intently watching for some sign of emotion from the girl in front of him. Finally he saw her shake give a little shake, and heard a faint "I'll get over it" and her head lifted.

She gasped at the unexpected sight in front of her, "I thought you'd gone" she whispered hoarsely.

He shook his head. "I wanted to make sure you were alright," he continued in a low voice. "That that bastard hadn't harmed you in any way.He didn't, did he?" His eyes were searching hers.

"No.but, if you hadn't-" Tears had started to fall again for the first time since initially saw him. He got up and crawled over to her and awkwardly patted her back. Draco had never been good at comforting crying females.He usually avoided them like the plague, but this time, he guessed with a slight shrug of his shoulders, the tears were actually called for. And this time, he was the hero. He supposed it didn't feel too bad, being the hero.

Ginny was glad she wasn't alone while she cried. It felt rather nice (well as nice as it could be at this moment) with Draco there, his arm still on her back, trying to console her. Without realizing it, her body had turned and now she was crying onto Draco's shoulders. Both his arms went instinctively around her, holding her closer to him. His body was warm and alive. Everything that she needed to know she wasn't alone.

Finally, the tears slowed, and Ginny, exhausted by the strenuous day, had peacefully fallen asleep, still on his shoulder. Unable to restrain the tugging at his lips, Draco grinned. He patted her back once again, and while picking her up, got to his feet. He grunted as his knees cracked painfully from sitting on the floor for so long. He carried Ginny carefully, so as not to wake her, over to the seats, and gently put her down. Then, fearing she'd be cold, slid off his jacket and tucked it around her body. He leaned over and ran a finger over the softness of her cheek, where the tears had dried. Ginny, in her sleep, mumbled something incoherent, and snuggled up to his hand, rolling over and trapping it under her cheek as a sort of pillow. Laughing quietly, he took a seat at the seat next to her head (seeing as how there wasn't anywhere else, in arms distance he could sit), and waited until she got up.

As the time passed, a sunbeam danced over Ginny's face, as if it was as eager to study her features as Draco had been. Finally, as it flickered over her eyelids, Ginny's lashes started to flutter. Hey eyes opened and, in her newly awakened confusement, she was puzzled to know that all of a sudden she had three hands: Two curled up against her neck, and one cradling her head. In a shock of clarity, she realized that it wasn't her hand that was supporting her head, but someone else's. Abruptly sitting up, a jacket slid down her body. Looking down at it, she realized it wasn't her jacket at all.

"Ah, so you've waken up, I see." drawled a lazy voice to her side.

The voice was so unexpected that she jumped. Turning to her left, she saw Draco, smirking at her. All of his polite and compassionate reserves had probably been used up, so he was back to his old arrogant self.

"By the way, it was time to change roughly 20 minutes ago, you have now made me late." He stated, raising an eyebrow at her silence.

"Why didn't you just change then?"

"Well, I suppose I could have with one hand. But I did run the risk of you waking up, while I was in the midst of changing; and I don't suppose you would have taken very well with your first sight after waking up was me half naked, with my hand under your head. I thought that perhaps, one such as you, might have taken it the wrong way," he said with a grin.

"Oh," was all she could muster as she felt a blush rise up to her cheeks.

"Well, since you're awake, and you seem fine, I'll just be on my way."

She nodded, now looking out the window. But his shout grabbed her attention.

"GAHHH!"

"What?! What is it??" She rushed over to him, as he dropped his jacket back onto the seat, and plopped down on top of it, gently cradling his hand against him.

"Damn hand fell asleep, while you were sleeping on it. Now it's wide awake and getting all tingly whenever I touch anything."

"Here, let me," and with that she slowly took his large hand, into her both of her own, tiny ones. He sucked in a breath and grimaced as her touch shot spasms of tingliness to his hands. And with that she slapped his hand with hers, hard.

"OWWW! BLOODY HELL! WHAT DO YOU THINK, YOU'RE DOING?!?!!?!???!?" He snatched back his hand, and kissed it all over, to make the ouchies go away, all the while glaring at her peevishly.

"It helped! See? Now it doesn't tingle anymore!!" Ginny persisted.

"Well.still," he sputtered, "that's no way to treat your hero, your knight- in-shining-armor, you're savior even!" He added while straightening up in mock self-importance.

"My savior?" she repeated mockingly, as he left the room in a fake huff. My savior.