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A/N- This chapter is really long so don't expect an update IMMEDIATELY, though it will come so keep your pants on.

Chapter Two

Madame Pomfrey, the school nurse, was placidly sticking sewing needles into the face of some student or another who happened to be immobile and staying in the school infirmary. All of a sudden, the doors to the hospital flew open and in rushed Ginny, covered in blood. Pomfrey was so startled that she accidentally stabbed one of the sick students in the neck rather than in the face, for which she had been aiming.

"Miss Weasley!" cried Pomfrey. "You're-- you're covered in blood!"

Ginny glanced in a mirror, noting that the bloody made her red hair look even more nicely red, and said, "Oh, don't worry, it isn't MY blood."

"Whose, then?"

"Hermione's. Oh, sorry, I forgot!" She rushed out the doors and then came running back in, now with a terrified expression on her face. "Madame Pomfrey!" she cried again. "Hermione's been injured; you must come quickly!"

Pomfrey dropped a handful of sewing needles onto an invalid student's head, and then ran with Ginny out the door.

They reached Hermione. Pomfrey took one look at Hermione, and then picked her up in her arms and ran with her back to the infirmary, muttering something about "another to be needled!"

Ginny, worried sick about Hermione, comforted herself slightly by wallowing in Hermione's spilt blood.

Meanwhile, back at the infirmary, Madame Pomfrey had cleaned the blood off Hermione -- and discovered who had attacked her.

Once the blood had been washed away, the original source of the injury turned out to be on Hermione's arm. It was the name "Draco Malfoy," carved into her skin with a knife, or a chipmunk, or some other sharp object.

Mm, sharp object, thought Pomfrey.

Later that day, Draco Malfoy was walking along the hallway outside Ginny's room, thinking. Suddenly, he tripped over Ginny herself, asleep in the blood. He tried frantically to regain his balance, but in the end, he ended up falling down next to her, splashing them both with cold blood and waking her.

She said, "Go away, Draco," as the blood mingled with the tears on her face.

"No," he answered, rolling on top of her.

"Too-- heavy--" She puffed as he crushed her lungs.

Draco didn't move and instead wiped the blood off one of her cheeks. His hands being bloody as well, it did not help at all, but just smeared it a bit more. "Why would you want me to leave?" He had started to stroke her hair now.

"I don't", she gasped, "love you anymore!"

Draco stared at her, hurt and longing written all over his face. So Potter hadn't been lying. "Why, Ginevra?" Tears rolled down his face, but he didn't notice. "We were so--"

She put a bloody hand over his mouth, and he closed his eyes at her touch. "We were-- are-- nothing," she murmured, gazing into his eyes, with all the coldness she could muster, which was a lot.

He tore her hand from his mouth and pinned both of her arms to the floor. Pressing his face into her neck, he whispered, "How could you say that?"

"Stop, Draco," she rasped when he started kissing her neck; yet there was no protest in her tone. "Stop," she repeated as she ran her oozing red fingers through his platinum locks.

His tongue trailed along her skin and he tasted blood. It wasn't ordinary blood, though. It was--

"Mudblood!" he screamed into Ginny's ear. He leapt up and pulled her up into his arms heroically, holding her above the now terrifying blood. His voice was shaking. "We were lying all that time in mudblood! We were going to--" he gulped, "in mudblood!"

Ginny whacked his chest lightly. "We were not going to do that!"

Draco scoffed. "You sooo wanted me!"

Ginny rolled her eyes, not denying it. "Let's just get away from here, my love."

Her words made him giddy and he carried her away, happy to have gotten his own true love back.

Later that evening, after having found her love for Draco renewed, Ginny sat by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, thinking over the love-laden hours she had just passed.

Suddenly, she sat bolt upright. He-- he had said that the blood in which they lay was Muggle blood, simply by tasting it. And he had been right. So how-- how had he learned what the taste difference between wizard and Muggle blood was? He must had to have tasted both before.

Then she realized that the man she loved so completely was... a Malfoy. All this time she had been with him, she had pushed the truth away and convinced herself that Draco was just a boy. He was just a boy like Dean Thomas and Michael Corner and all those other boys she dated, yet he was the only one she ever loved. How? How was it that she could love this offspring of evil?

She didn't know, she thought.

On second thought, maybe it was because they shared some of the same sensibilities. Their liking for blood and such.

Still, she wanted to ask him...

"Mr. Malfoy?" a voice said.

He looked up from the book he was studying. Standing there were Dumbledore, Snape, and Pomfrey. They all looked very serious.

"Mr. Malfoy, I'm afraid we're going to have to take you into custody and question you. There has been an attack on a girl here, and you are the prime suspect."

"Why am I the prime suspect?"

"Because the victim's injury was something carved into her arm. The name Draco Malfoy."

"WHAT?" he cried, rather disturbed.

"You can see why you'd be the prime suspect."

"No, I can't! How bloody stupid would I have to be to attack someone by writing my own name on them?" He adopted an idiotic tone of voice. "Gosh, yes, of course I'd do something like that, because I KNOW they'll never figure out it was me!"

"So you admit to doing it then?" asked Dumbledore, stepping forward threateningly.

"No! That was sarcasm!"

"Of course it was," sneered Dumbledore.

Snape stepped forward, and said, "Headmaster, I really don't think all this is necessary. Why don't I take the boy to my office, and we'll discuss it there, so that he won't feel as though we're accusing him or anything?"

"No, Severus," said Dumbledore sternly. "You know the rule about you not being allowed to have any more young male students in your office without another school official there."

Snape pouted.

"Who was attacked?" inquired Draco.

"Miss Hermione Granger," said Pomfrey. Draco tried to suppress a smirk, and ended up looking like he was eating a very sour lemon with hot sauce on it. The three teachers gave him an odd look, and then walked off a little ways for a few hours, to talk and argue spiritedly about what to do.

Meanwhile, Ginny was roaming the hallways in search of Draco. Apparently this night was never-ending. She was heading down a staircase when she spotted several Aurors escorting Draco out of the school. She started running down the stairs. Just as she reached the main floor, the staircase swung away.

"Nooooo!" she screamed. The Aurors and Draco spun around.

"Ginny!" Draco cried, attempting to break away from the Aurors. They shoved him back at once, and he slammed into the wall.

"Draco!" She leapt over the banister and landed ungracefully on the same floor. Quickly recovering, she got up and charged at the Aurors. As she got to the first one she slapped him across the face -- WAP!

The others tackled her to the floor while their leader gaped at the girl, a big red spot on his cheek.

"Get your hands off her!" Draco yelled, trying to get up. To no avail -- an Auror had frozen him in place.

After the four Aurors had successfully pinned her to the floor, the leader could stand above her menacingly.

"Are you daft, young lady?" the Auror asked.

She only glared up at him.

"We could arrest you..." he mocked, contemplatively.

"Let him go, he didn't do anything," Ginny said quietly.

"What's that? Didn't do anything? How would you be so sure?" He peered down at her.

"Draco--" she paused, "he'd never do anything bad..." She sounded so unsure that it seemed like a question.

"I'm sorry, miss, but we're arresting him for attacking a poor, defenseless girl earlier this evening. She almost died." Tears brimmed in his eyes and his bottom lip quivered.

"Hermione is not neither poor, nor defenseless! It would have had to have been someone whom she would let her guard down for. Draco could not have been that someone -- they're bitter enemies!" Ginny smirked, feeling more sure of Draco's innocence.

The Auror was unfazed. "Bitter enemies, eh?"

"You're not listening to me! Draco--"

"You're right, we've heard enough!" he interrupted. Addressing the other Aurors, "Take him away, I'll deal with this delinquent."

As they let her go, she leapt up and threw herself in front of Draco. She drew her wand and pointed it at them with a shaky hand. "I won't let you take him to Azkaban for nothing! One step closer and--"

"That won't be necessary, Miss Weasley," a voice said calmly. The Aurors turned around and then parted to let someone through. Dumbledore.

"Don't let them take him! He didn't do it!" Ginny pleaded.

"Yes, I know... The attacker has confessed," Dumbledore replied. He reversed the spell on Draco and started to converse animatedly with the Aurors.

Draco wrapped his arms around Ginny from behind and nibbled n her ear. "Thanks, dear," he whispered seductively.

"Draco..." she said, her eyes brimming with tears, partly because she was tremendously relieved and partly because he'd nibbled too hard. "I was so terrified they'd take you away, and I'd never see you again..."

"Don't worry. I'll never leave you."

She looked at his face, suddenly realizing that a vivid purple bruise blossomed over his right eye. She traced it with her fingers, so lightly that it did not hurt him in the least. "They hurt you..." she murmured. Then, her voice rising angrily but still remaining out of the hearing of the Aurors, she declared, "My God, they hurt you. They... will pay. Draco, my love, I--"

He took her hand, noting how it shook with her passionate anger. "Ginny, dear, calm down. It... it barely hurt. It's nothing. When I saw you stand up for me to them, the pain went clear away."

She buried her head in his chest. "Oh, Draco..."

"Oh, Ginny..."

Suddenly there was a head right between them, separating their embrace. It was Dumbledore. "Sorry to interrupt, lads, but I think it would be wiser if you went back to your dormitory." He paused. "Separate dormitories, perhaps. Or not. Your choice."

They nodded at him, and turned to walk away. Behind her, Ginny saw Dumbledore take out his wand. And then the Aurors and Dumbledore were out of sight, and they were ambling along a corridor. Ginny didn't know where they were. All she was aware of was his warm arm around her shoulders. She wanted to lose herself in his soul... she closed her eyes, memorizing this moment.

And the next thing she knew, she had tripped over something. Quite possibly her own feet. She sprawled onto the floor, dragging Draco down with her without meaning to.

"What in seven hells was that?" he asked. "Were you walking with... with your eyes closed or something?"

"Yes," she said meekly.

"Why the bugger so?"

"I was savoring the moment, damn it!"

"Oh."

She closed her eyes again, feeling the chilliness of the vast marble floor through her robes. She shivered, and felt him roll closer to her, warming her up. She snuggled closer. They lay like that for a while.

However, they were not alone...

Accreditation:

Who Died of Ennui- Draco Malfoy on Hermione's arm, Draco stumbling upon Ginny in the blood, Pomfrey and needles, Snape wanting Draco in his office,the lame "lost in his soul" moment, and the final Draco/Ginny scene.

Socra- The first Draco/Ginny scene with the blood and the seducing, Draco tasting Mudblood, Draco getting arrested, and Ginny defending Draco, oh and them not being alone... that one measly sentence at the end, there.

EDIT by Who Died of Ennui: Bad Socra. I typed the whole bloody chapter, all 1900something words, so don't you go calling my distantly romantic scenes lame! Plus it was a parody, of sorts. Lost in his soul! Yes! I really write like that when I'm being serious! How would that even be possible? Hones'ly...