(A/N: sorry for the wait, I moved and the computer was throwing a tantrum and refused to connect to the internet. We had a stern talk and now she's all better. )

Ginny woke up and looked around, wondering why her vision was blurry. Furthermore, why was her arm all wet? Within the next few moments, the sharp pain in her arm and the tinge of red on her white shirt forced her to guess.

Why the hell did he do that?

What sounded like a herd of every heavy animal you could imagine was coming from down the hall. Ginny wondered how long she had been out; this could be breakfast letting out, or she could have missed the morning or even the entire day of classes.

The crowd passed her hallway, and Ginny saw from the random students in slippers and pyjamas that it was the breakfast crowd. She frowned. Why weren't they dressed?

She saw someone stop in the crowd and start towards her and she groaned. This was not what she needed right now. As Malfoy advanced on her hiding place, she tried to make herself smaller and hid behind the suit of armor.

"Give it up, Weasley, I know you're here." He frowned. "What the hell are you doing back here? Have you been here the whole time?"

"What whole time?" She asked. She was still looking past him at the kids in the hallways.

"It's Saturday. You've kind of been missing for two days." He smirked "Not that I didn't enjoy the privacy, just that your brother's been snooping around for you. He won't leave me alone. He thinks I've murdered you."

"Two days? Damn," She tried to get up, falling at the precise moment Malfoy noticed the amount of blood on the floor.

"What the hell happened here?" He asked, helping her stand and walk towards the end of the hallway.

"That was out of character," She said, wondering why she was limping. She lifted up her robe a bit, shocked to see a large purple bruise. Brilliant.

"You didn't answer me."

"I noticed." He helped her limp all the way to the hospital wing, though she noticed he took the long way through the empty hallway that nobody used anymore to avoid being seen helping a Weasley. When they finally made it to the hospital wing, he helped her on to a bed with surprising care and gentleness. He turned to leave.

"Not so fast, Mr. Malfoy." Madame Pomfrey yelled at his retreating back. "did you bring here here?"

"Yes."

"Did you do this to her?" Mme. Pomfrey raised an eyebrow.

"Subtle."

"I'm not a subtle person."

"Obviously. No, I found her like this." The nurse opened her mouth to say something else, but Malfoy cut her off. "Nor did I see her attacker. May I go now?"

She rolled her eyes and ushered him out. Once he was gone, she turned to Ginny.

"Miss Weasley. I didn't think I'd see you so soon."

"Well… surprise."

"Quite. Your injuries?"

"Well, I have a bump right…" she felt around on her side of her head, "Here, a bruise on the side of my leg… and…" She contemplated telling Mme about her wrist, but she knew what it looked like. "That's all."

Pomfrey looked skeptical, but turned to gather some healing potions. Discreetly, Ginny rolled up the blood-soaked sleeve of her sweater and covering the wound with a large and rather ugly bangle Percy had gotten her for Christmas.

Slightly farther away, Draco Malfoy frowned in frustration. A bump and a bruise couldn't possibly have left blood on the ground. Unless… Said the little voice in his head, it wasn't her blood.

Ginny left the hospital wing and headed towards her dormitory. It was almost nightfall; Pomfrey had insisted that she looked pale and made her stay in the infirmary all day to get her color back. She was looking forward to a night of quiet; she knew she would not sleep.

"Whose blood was that, Weasley?" Ginny jumped at the drawling voice.

"Sod off, Malfoy." Not about to give up, he followed her back to her room, ducking inside just before she slammed the door.

"You know, Malfoy, I thought that if I ignored you, you would take a hint and go away. Apparently, that's your cue to stalk me instead."

"I want to know what you did! Was that blood already there? Or did you put it there?"

"You know, Malfoy, you're not nearly as clever as you think you are." A poster behind her began to sing.

Eewie… I had to take out the song lyrics. Blame the site for being all anal on me.

"Then enlighten me, Weasley. What happened to you? Was it your blood?" Ginny thought for a moment that she saw a flicker of concern in his eyes, but he quickly covered for it. "Or do you just want attention?"

She glared at him. "Certainly not from you. I got enough from your bloodline with that stupid diary."

"Perhaps you deserved it."

"Perhaps you should leave."

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

Ginny looked dumbfounded. "I beg your pardon?"

" I won't repeat it. I'll deny I ever said it."

Again, song lyrics were taken out. The song, by the way, was "Perfect Teeth" by Motion City Soundtrack.

Ginny whipped around and glared at the poster, which featured a man with hair like he'd been electrocuted.

"Shut it!"

The man – whose glasses were now slightly askew – looked hurt but stopped playing.

"So… er… yeah. I'm going to go now." He turned and left the room.

You apologized? What the HELL is wrong with you? You haven't apologized since you were three! The little nagging voice – which, interestingly enough, sounded exactly like his father – reminded him.

When he got back to his own dormitory, he instinctively scanned the wall to see which part was transparent. At first he couldn't see it, but when he looked closer, he saw that there was a sheet of parchment stuck to it. It had a single word scrawled on it:

Thanks.

(A/N: sorry, no shout outs because im being kicked off the computer. I just wanted to post this.)