A/N: Hello there! I know you want me to shut up and write. I get it, I get it. I'll shut up and write this chapter, um...after I do the disclaimer and junk and stuff like that. Oh yes, and I am giving this chapter a pg-15 and higher rating. There is a lot of...wow...in this chapter.

Declaimer: Draco is not mine, yet. I still need to get J.K.R email so he will be, maybe. Until then, I own nothing.

" Malfoy," Ron yelled as he opened the door to the Room of Requirements. He spotted Draco on the ground, tucked into a little ball. " Draco?" Ron immeadiatly forgot his anger, and walked over to him. " Hello?"

Hmmm, Ron thought to himself as he looked at the unconscious blond teen. What I need is a bucket of water. A bucket of water appeared in his hands. (Q/A/N: Ron: Ooooo, convenient. Me: Duh. that's why they call it the Room of Requirements.)

Ron splashed the water onto Draco's head, who awoke, sputtering. He stood up, and grabbed the bucket from Ron. Then proceeded to whack Ron in the head with it.

" Why the bloody hell did you splash water on me you stupid git," Draco yelled throwing the bucket at Ron, who caught it, and remembered why he had been upset.

" What the bloody hell did you do to my sister," Ron yelled, his face red, and contorted with rage.

" What the bloody hell are you talking about," Draco snapped back. The two glared at each other for a moment, then Draco took a deep breath, and let it out. " I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't do anything to your sister. I don't know your sister, I don't even know you."

" Oh drop the act Malfoy," Ron said glaring at him. Draco, however, continued to look confused.

" Malfoy," Draco questioned, raising his eyebrow. " Is that my name?" Ron gave him a disbelieving look.

" Oh come on," Ron said. He grabbed Draco's arm, and pulled him along. Heading straight to the Gryffindor tower. " Here, I'll show you."

Harry, Hermione, and Ginny were still sitting on the ground when Draco and Ron reached them. Ginny looked up, and Ron let go of Draco. Draco looked at the three on the ground, confused. Ginny stood up, smiling, ran to him, and hugged him around the middle.

" Draco, you're alright," Ginny said, she looked up at him, smiling. " I thought you were going to die, then you yelled, and...you are alright, right?"

" Draco," Draco said quizzically. " I thought my name was Malfoy. Do I have two names? Or is Draco a nickname?" He pulled away from Ginny. " I'm confused, who are you people?"

Harry stood up, and walked over to Draco. He reached out his hand, and touched Draco's shoulder. Draco flinched out of reach, and looked at Harry with alarm. He took a step back.

" Draco," Harry said, just as confused as him. " Don't you remember me? Don't you? It's me, Harry. Remember?"

" No," Draco said, shaking his head. " Who are you? Where am I? Who am I? What am I?" Draco grabbed his forehead as if he had a massive headache.

" Listen to us," Hermione said stepping forward. " We want to help you. We are your friends."

" Friends," Draco said thoughtfully. Hermione smiled, maybe, just maybe, he was remembering.

" Yes," Hermione said, making sure not to step any closer. " Friends. We are your friends."

" Friends," Draco repeated. Blaise, Pansy, and the other Slytherins appeared in his mind. Blaise was hitting him, and smiling. Everything was in black and white. Pansy slit one of his wrists and drank the blood from it. Memories of other Slytherins, touching him, feeling him, and raping him flashed through his mind. Then his father appeared, whispering, 'That's a good boy Draco. Daddy, is your friend'. Draco glared at Hermione. " THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS FRIENDS!!! NO ONE WANT'S TO BE MY FRIEND. THEY JUST WANT TO HURT ME! USE ME! NO ONE CARES!"

Ginny walked over to him, and took his hand in hers. He tried to pull away, but she wouldn't let him. She just held on tighter.

" Draco," Ginny said calmly, looking into his eyes. " We are your friends. Those people who hurt you weren't your friends. We are, we care. Listen to me Draco, please."

" NO," Draco yelled, he jerked this way and that. " YOU LIE! YOU ALL LIE!" He jerked free, and slapped Ginny across the face with such force the she stumbled backward into Harry's arms.

Draco stared wildly at them all, breathing heavily. His eyes moved from Harry to Ginny to Ron to...

" I'm really sorry about this Draco," Hermione said from behind him. He turned around. Hermione had her wand pointed at him. " Petrificus Totalus!"

Draco became as stiff as board (Q/A/N: For those of you with minds in the gutter, not that kind of stiff as board, and his entire body became that stiff. Not in that way though.) as his arms and legs snapped to his body, and he fell backward. Hermione sighed heavily.

" Let's get him to Madame Pumfrey," Hermione said pocketing her wand, and grabbing Draco's stiff head. " She'll know how to set him straight."

Ginny nodded her own head, and grabbed Draco's stiff legs, while Harry stepped forward, and grabbed a side. Ron looked at Draco apprehensively.

" Come on Ron," Harry said as the other three tried to lift the taut Draco Malfoy. " We need your help, he's really heavy."

" I bet," Ron said, but he walked over, and grabbed the other side of Draco, and the four headed toward the Hospital Wing.

Draco woke up, and sat up. Immeadiatly he felt a goblet come to his mouth, and a warm liquid slipped down his throat. The memory of his entire life came flooding back to him, and the grief of it all made him lean to the side, and cry into someone's shoulder.

Someone wrapped their arms tenderly around his shoulders, and squeezed him in a gentle, comforting, and reassuring way. Then kissed him on the top of his head, as though it were his mother.

" It's all right," Came a familiar voice from the person holding him. " Little boy always cried. Blond haired man was trapped inside..."

" Ginny," Draco said sitting up, and looking at her. It was Ginny; she smiled warmly at him.

" Don't cry Draco," Ginny said, she reached forward, and wiped away his tears with her sleeve. " I know that it must be hard, dealing with all the emotions from whatever your father put you through, but I'm here. I understand that it hurts..."

" No you don't," Draco said, his voice chocked with tears and bitter. " You don't understand. How can you? Your father is a good honest man. He would never..." His voice trailed off, and his eyes glazed slightly.

" He would never...what, Draco," Ginny questioned, pulling Draco out of his revere by grabbing his shoulders.

" He would never hurt you the way my father hurt me, okay," Draco said . He stood up. " Tell Madame Pumfrey that the potion worked." He walked to the door, without even glancing back at her.

" I'm glad you got your memory back Draco," Ginny called out after him. He stopped in his tracks.

" Trust me," Draco said, with out turning to look at her. " The feeling isn't mutual." He walked on, out of the ward.

Draco walked straight to the dungeon, and walking into the passage; saying the password. He walked into the common room. It was completely empty, for everyone had gone up to bed.

He walked up to the sixth-year-boys' dormitories. He closed the door quietly behind him, so as to not wake anyone, and walked over to Blaise Zabini's bed. He shuffled through Blaise's trunk.

" Where the hell did you put your damn...," Draco began, but he heard Blaise stir in his bed, and knew he was awake.

" Is that you Draco," Blaise asked rubbing his eyes, and sitting up in his bed to look at him.

" Go to sleep Zabini," Draco said, closing his trunk, and walking over to his dresser. " Just go to sleep."

" What are you doing, hm," Blaise asked, rubbing his eyes once more, and giving off a small yawn.

" Your bloody knife," Draco said, looking through the drawers. " Go back to bed, and...I don't know...dream about things sadists such as yourself dream about."

" What are you going to do with my knife," Blaise asked, sitting straight up, alert, and smiling a contorted smile.

" I'm going to slit my wrists," Draco said, eyeing him suspiciously. " You have it don't you?"

" Maybe," Blaise said, leaning back on his hands, and smiling in a way that sent shivers down Draco's back and not the good kind.

" Give it to me, right now," Draco said holding out his hand in front of Blaise, waiting for him to hand over the knife.

" Well if your so eager to have sex, we could," Blaise said, examining his fingernails. " You'll have to take off your clothes though."

" You know very well that I am not talking about sex Zabini," Draco said, starting to get irritated.

" Call me Blaise," Blaise said with a smiled. " So, can I watch? Oh please, let me watch Draco."

" Fine," Draco said, rolling his eyes. " Just give me the bloody knife." Blaise smiled. " Now."

" All right," Blaise said, holding his hands up in mock-defeat. " I'll give you the knife. I don't know why you don't just get your own." He pulled out the knife, and held it out. " Can I do it?"

" No," Draco said snatching the knife away from him. " That would defeat the whole purpose of doing it, now wouldn't it."

" I suppose it would," Blaise said, smiling at Draco. " Well, go on. What are you waiting for, the others to wake up?"

Draco glared at him, and pulled up his sleeve; holding his knife to his wrist. He sliced down, and watched as the blood trickled out of his arm, and down to his fingers; dripping onto the floor.

" Shit," Draco said wincing a little in pain. Blaise, however, was having a slightly differant reaction to this.

" Shit," Blaise said as part of his pajama pant raise up a little.

Draco rolled his eyes at Zabini, and slit his wrist again and again and again and again and again.

" Shit," Draco said wincing again. " Shit, shit, shit, shit."

" Shit," Blaise said pulling his pants down, and pulling some lotion out of his open drawer. " Shit, shit, shit, shit."

Draco continued to slit his wrist, muttering, "Shit". While Blaise splashed some lotion onto his hand, and took his cough yeah cough in his hand, muttering "shit" with Draco, and began to wank off. Beginning to have an orgasm.

Finally Draco dropped the knife on the floor, and looked at his wrists. He had run out of room on one, and had begun on the other. Blaise stopped wanking off, and looked at Draco with eyes full of lust.

" What," Blaise questioned, sitting on the bed. " Finished cutting yourself all ready? It was getting good."

" Oh go have Pansy choke your chode," Draco said glaring at him, and walking to the door.

" Not a bad idea," Blaise said following him out of the dormitory, and down to the common room, pants still off. He grabbed a small rock from a pile that was used to get girls' attention so the boys didn't have to slide down the damn slid. " Hey Pansy." Blaise called as he threw the rock at her door. " Get your ass down here and give me head. I'm in the fucking mood, literally."

Draco rolled his eyes as he left through the secret passage, he had to get to the Hospital Wing and have Madame Pumfrey patch up his arm.

He staggered through the castle, his vision was blurring, and his head was pounding. As he walked out into the corridor near the Entrance Hall he fell forward, unconscious.

The firelight danced in her eyes as she wrote. The sound of her quill scratching across the parchment and the crackling of the fire was the only sound in the room.

She murmured something under her breath, mouthing words, then stopped, and scratched something out on the parchment. She placed her hands on her head, and massaged her scalp in frustration.

" Arg," Ginny said as she let her arms drop down in dismay. " I am never going to finish this song."

" Ginny, what are you still doing awake," Questioned a voice from behind her; causing her to jump. Her parchment flew over to the fire.

" Oh no," Ginny yelled as she rushed over to the fire, and watched the parchment begin to slowly burn.

" Accio parchment," Came the voice from behind her. The parchment floated out of the fire, and past her. She turned around and saw that it was Harry. " Sorry about that." Harry muttered a spell, and the fire on the parchment went out. " Hm."

" It's not finished," Ginny said quickly. " I still need to a lot of work on it, so it's probably not all that good."

" I like it," Harry said, handing it back. " It's brilliant, like all the other songs you have written."

" You really mean it," Ginny asked as she took the parchment from Harry, and hugged it to her chest.

" I love it," Harry said. " Anyway..." He jumped over the side of the couch, and sat on it. " you never answered my question. What are you still doing awake?"

" Oh that," Ginny said. She sat down beside him. " I couldn't get to sleep. I know that Draco got his memory back, so things should be better..." Ginny's voice trailed off, and she looking the fire. " but..."

" But," Harry said, pressing her to continue, wondering why she couldn't sleep, and feeling a little worried.

" But I don't think it is," Ginny said. " I don't know. I guess...I guess I think he might have been better off not getting it back at all. Maybe we shouldn't have made him take that potion."

" Ah," Harry said, and sigh. " So that what the song was about. I figured as much, but with you, one never knows."

" Huh," Ginny said, raising an eyebrow at him, then looking down at the piece of parchment in her arms.

" See," Harry said, pointing at a piece of the parchment. " Right here. It says: I saw you tears, and wondered if I would ever see you smile again. Memories are not necessities, as long as you are happy."

" I guess you're right," Ginny said. " My righting has been really focused on Draco lately." She stood up. " I wonder why. Kind of silly, I guess."

" No, no," Harry said shaking his head a little, and standing up as well. " Ginny, you have a with writing I wish I had. If I had it I would use it to tell Hermione exactly how I feel. You have a way with words, I don't. Everyone says or thinks that I am supposed to be this great guy who is so great at everything, but I'm not. The truth is everyone I know is better at me at something. You're better than me at righting. Hermione is smarter than me. Ron is better at Wizards Chess. I'm not that great of a guy, really."

" Don't say that Harry," Ginny said. " You're not perfect, but no one is. You're still an awesome person. I think you're-" Ginny stopped. " Hng."

" Ginny," Harry said looking at her. She was suddenly pale, sweating, and having difficulty breathing. " Ginny?" She clutched her left breast above her heart, and moaned in pain. " GINNY?"

" Draco..." Ginny muttered before falling forward, her eyes shut. " Dra..." Harry bit his lower lip.

" RON," Harry yelled. " Ron, get down here!" Ron and Hermione came rushing out of their respective dorm, and down to Harry. " Ron...It's Ginny."

" Ginny," Ron said looking at her. Hermione put her wrist to Ginny's forehead, and pulled it away quickly.

" She has a fever," Hermione said, pulling the sleeve of her nightgown up over her shoulder. " We need to get her to Madame Pumfrey straight away."

Harry and Ron nodded their head simultaneously. Harry picked Ginny up in his arms.

" Then let's get going," Harry said, walking toward the portrait entrance. " It might be serious." It was Ron and Hermione's turn to nod concurrently.

A/N: I hope you all liked this chapter better than the one earlier with Ginny and Draco dancing in the Room of Requirements. Reading over it I realized how stupid it was, oh well. No flames please. The next one is way better.