Dun dun duuuuuuuuun and chapter 9...hope you all enjoy......take care now bixxxx

Draco straightened up in his seat. The entire hall was looking his way. He felt extremely vulnerable sat there exposed infront of the entire school, with an EXTREMELY painful broken jaw no less! He felt like crap. Yes. That was the only way to describe it. Oh normally if something like this should have happened he'd probably just laugh it off. But the feeling of guilt took over and he just wanted to crawl under a rock somewhere and hide. As if those around him could read his mind, he felt two pairs of strong arms lift him out of his chair and lead him out of the great hall. The pair of arms were leading him up the stairs and to the main stair well. He knew where they were taking him. To the hospital wing. But he didn't want to go there. He struggled out of their grasp and made to run back down the stairs and to the dungeons.

"Draco where are you going. You're hurt you need-"

"I don't NEED anything!" Draco fumed as he marched himself back down the stairs. Fortunately he met no one in the corridors, so he had a clear run to the dungeons. He stormed straight up to his dorm, and slammed the door with his foot. He then took out his wand and sent several locking spells at the door, as if worried that someone even more fearsome that Potter could storm in at any moment. He then flung himself onto his bed.

"awww SHIT!" He yelled.....well....if you could call it yelled, as his broken jaw was limiting his speech.

Hours passed, and Draco just sat on his bed, with his legs pulled up to his chest, his arms wrapped around his knees. He wondered weather anyone had even remembered he existed. No one had come knocking. That was until, Draco had moved from his position on the bed and was now sitting on the windowsill, staring out onto the darkened grounds, when there was a knock at the door.

"Draco...sweetheart....do you fancy coming out now?"

Draco tried to yell "No!" But immediately winced when his jaw, which had gone numb now due to not moving it at all. And the obvious – it was broken. Instead, he got up, and took all the spells of the door, and threw it open. Pansy, who was on the other side of the door, gasped as she took in Draco appearance. His jaw was set, and he had dried blood all over his chin. She rushed to his side, and moved her hand his face, but he jumped away quickly.

"Mr Malfoy, what HAVE you been doing to your self?"

Draco looked up- he hadn't noticed another person standing out side his door.

"Pomfrey......what do you want...?"

"Well Miss Parkinson came to me. She said you had locked your self in your room for last couple of hours."

"So...?"

"So....she ALSO told me you had had a rather bad accident. And it looks like she was right.." Pomfrey went to touch his broken jaw, but he flinched and jumped out of reach.

"Right Mr Malfoy.....you had better come with me!" She grabbed his arm and dragged him out of his room, much to his dismay.

"Get off me women.....i'm fine....OUCH!"

"No you are not...........you are coming with me to get that jaw fixed."

"I....I ....cant..." Draco whispered, rather pathetically.

"And why on earth not?" Pomfrey snapped with her hands on her hips and tapping her foot on the floor impatiently. .

"Because."

"Because what?"

"Just BECAUSE dammit....OUCH......bloody Christ can't you just fix it here?"

"Nope.....i'm afraid you have to come with me. I don't have any of my equipment to heal you here. Even if I did I still want to check you out fully."

Draco huffed loudly as if to emphasis the fact he was pissed off.

"Fine. Let go then. Come on" He yelled as he marched off a top speed to the staircase that led to the common room.

Pomfrey smiled at Pansy and they soon followed the stroppy Blond.

Meanwhile: Several floors up...

"Seamus I'm FINE! Just get off me!" Ginny yelled as she tried to swat Seamus's hands away.

"Are you sure? Can get you anything? I know! Let me fluff you pillows!"

"NO!"

Seamus jumped back slightly in shock. He edged away from her......then asked...

"How about a glass of water?"

"NO!"

And he fled the room whimpering! (Slightly mean I thought- but then Ginny is lying in hospital and is VERY agitated)

Ginny huffed and flopped down on her pillow. She was extremely pissed off! Her left leg was in a full cast and she had bruises all over her body. Yup. She was pissed off. And she KNEW this had something to do with Draco...NO.....Malfoy!

She looked to her right and saw Lavender unconscience in the bed. Ginny heard her steady breathing, and saw her tummy rise and fall with each breath she took. Madam Pomfrey had managed to stabilise her.....but it would be a while before she woke.

Across the room, in the bed opposite.....was Neville. He- unlike Lavender- was conscience, but he was dozing in his bed, and a slight snore broke through his slightly parted lips. Ginny smiled. At least there was no more damage. Well...that was except for the common room. As soon as the explosion took place, people had fled the common room in fear of getting caught up in the smoke.....Ginny amongst them with the aid of Harry and Seamus. She hadn't stayed around to see what damage had been down, but Ron had dropped by earlier in the day to check on her and told her that the whole thing was a mix between ash and soot. He also said that no one was allowed with in 10 feet of it, and that other accommodation had to be found until it was safe to enter again.

Ginny tried to make her self-comfortable. This was hard considering her broken leg was difficult to move being in such a heavy cast. Once she finally got into a more comfortable position, she closed her eyes and began to dose.

She dreamt about Ron and Hermione......and how happy they were together.....then Harry and how happy he had been of late with out any word of the dark lord or him experiencing any pain in his scar.......she then dreamt of Seamus......and how he was always so attentive to her- he wasn't so bad....just a bit annoying- she laughed in her dreams....suddenly....another face appeared in her dream......it was dark....full of anger and hurt......and she wanted to wake up.......she tossed and turned until she was aroused from her nightmare by two strong arms. She snapped open her eyes and looked into the worried face of Neville.

"Oh....Neville...you scared me..." She wheezed and relaxed back down into the covers.

"Sorry....you just seemed a bit shaken......you were tossing and turning in your bed and it woke me up....so I thought it best to come and wake you...."

"Thanks." Ginny smiled.

"Will you be ok now?"

"Yeah...I'll be fine."

"Ok...." And Neville gave her a sweet smile before returning back to his own bed.

Ginny's eyes looked up at the ceiling of the hospital wing. She could see the face in front of her eyes. The face from her dreams...she knew who it was.....There was no question about it. It was...

Suddenly the doors to the hospital wing flew open and made both Ginny and Neville jump. Ginny looked to the door and in stormed none other than the face from her dreams.

"Come on then women I haven't got all day!" Draco stormed in, his fists clenched and he had a look on his face that said ' I'm pissed off so don't even THINK about messing with me!'

But Ginny wasn't scared.

Draco was looking around the wing for an empty bed or chair to sit on, when his eyes landed on Ginny. He gasped. He knew she was in here. That was one of the reasons HE didn't want to be here, but he hadn't bargained on a confrontation.... And he knew he was gonna get one.

He walked over to her bed...careful not to get too close in case she lashed out at him.

"Ginny I-"

"Don't you EVER call me that again!"

"W-what?"

"To you.... I'm just Weasley.....or Weasel....or hell even call me red head but NEVER call me by my name again as if you're allowed to. You have no right."

"Please I never meant to-"

"Just look at her ok!" Ginny pointed to Lavender. "Fortunately for YOU she WILL come round eventually but it could have been MUCH worse!" She thundered.

"Yeah I guess I deserved that much!" Draco said...head bowed.

"Like hell you do! You just HAD to stoop to their level didn't you?" Draco looked up at this point. "I know my brother and his friends are immature and have yet to grasp the concept that playing PRANKS on people only gets you into more trouble.....but I thought YOU of all people knew better!"

Draco remained silent.

"And here was me thinking that the Great Draco Malfoy was becoming a better person. Well curse you Ginny Weasley you big fool...for not seeing that Draco Malfoy isn't capable of change!"

"Don't say that. I know I made a mistake but believe me I didn't mean to hurt you. (Ginny snorted) And it's not like it was JUST me!"

"Oh no......coz that makes it MUCH better. The fact that you weren't the only one involved makes you LESS to blame. Malfoy you fucking idiot, I knew it wasn't JUST you. I was pretty damn certain that you had the help of your numb skull buddies......I'm not THAT thick"

"I'm sorry"

"What was that. You're SORRY?! Oh well ok Malfoy.....as long as you're sorry that's ok!"

"Really!" Draco almost smiled.

"NO! What do you honestly think that just because you apologise I'm gonna get up, fling my arms around your neck and tell you everything's ok? Well if you think that than you're more of a fool than I thought."

"Look.......i know I did wrong but I couldn't go with out saying that I AM truly sorry. Weather you believe me now...in the future...or NEVER at all I AM sorry for what I did!"

"Just get lost Malfoy!"

"Yeah...GET LOST!"

Draco turned to see a fuming Ron standing in the doorframe, closely watched by an equally fuming Harry and Hermione.

Malfoy was speechless. He was actually quite frightened of the trio.

"What's the problem Malfoy......not capable of speech?" Ron sneered.

"Leave it Ron.... he's not worth it!" Ginny voiced from the bed.

"He's not going any where yet." Pomfrey muttered as she walked through the door past the flaming trio. "Not before I fix that nose of his" Harry laughed at the fact that he'd done some REAL damage to Malfoys precious face.

"Come now Mr Malfoy. Up here on the bed" She patted a space on a bed far away from Ginny. He gingerly walked over to it and perched himself on it. Pansy had walked in by now, and she sat next to him, a comforting hand on his knee.

"Glad to see someone can stand the sight of you" Hermione scoffed as she, Ron and Harry took up the chairs next to Ginnys bed.

"Now now Mr Malfoy. This may sting for a moment....but it will all be over soon." Pomfrey muttered as she handed Draco a vial of a violently bubbling purple potion. He took it in his hands and brought it up to his mouth. He downed it in one big gulp, and handed the vial back to Pomfrey. For a moment....nothing happened...and Draco looked at Pomfrey for some kind of assurance that it was working......when suddenly....his mouth went very dry, and his throught began to contract. His hands shot to his neck, and he was finding it very difficult to breathe.

"What's happening?" Pansy squealed in worry as she rubbed Draco's back as he began to gag.

"Oh nothing dear. It's meant to do that"

"I hope it kills him" Muttered Ron, as he, Harry, Hermione and Ginny watched Malfoy begin to writhe in pain on the floor.

"Do something" Pansy yelled, as she crouched down next to him.

"Its ok.....He'll be fine."

Just as Draco was beyond coherent thought, and was ready to commit himself to the pain he felt.... it stopped. He could breathe properly, and he no longer felt numbness in his jaw. He opened it and shut it a few time....and sure enough...it was fixed.

He looked up into the worried face of Pansy, then the smiling face of Madam Pomfrey... "Thank you....." He muttered.

"Any time. Now...get back to your dorm before I have another fight on my hands." She gestured to Harry and Ron.

Pansy grabbed hold of Draco's upper arm, and hoisted him off the floor. She led him to the door and dragged him out of the room, not before he got one last glimpse at Ginny.

She was looking straight at him, as if searching his soul for answers to so many questions. He wanted to answer her.....to tell her the truth.....but most of all...he just wanted her to forgive him.