A/N: Hello, hello, hello. Alright, I am going to get this authors note, and disclaimer over with a.s.a.p so I can go on with the story that I cannot wait to right, because it is going to be soooo aw...er...much better than the ones previous.
Disclaimer: Hm...Flips through record, looking in file cabnets, and checking computer No. Not mine. Damn it all. Wait, you'll be getting that odd feeling of de-ja-vu in a moment.
Draco awoke and looked at his surroundings. He was in the hospital wing. He sat up, and sighed a heavy sigh full of anger, frustration, and sorrow. Then smacked her forehead.
" Damn it all," Draco said, more sad than angry (Q/A/N: Ooh De-ja-vu). He sighed again. " Damn."
" Mr. Malfoy, language," Madame Pumfrey said as she walked over to him. Draco looked at her, then away. " There are more intelligent words one can use."
" Sorry," Draco said softly, still not looking at her. " I'll keep that in mind." Madame Pumfrey shook her head. " I promise."
" I believe you," Madame Pumfrey. " You'll keep it in mind, but you won't really think about it. I'm glad to see your awake, you have a visitor."
" Who," Draco asked, looking at her quickly. Madame Pumfrey was taken aback by his reaction. " Who is it?"
" Professor Dumbledore," Madame Pumfrey said. Draco sighed in relief, glad it wasn't Harry or Ginny. " Why, are you expecting someone else? You need to take this by the way."
" No not really," Draco said as she handed him a small cup of potion. He looked apprehensively at it. " What is this?"
" Blood replenishing potion," Madame Pumfrey said. " You lost quite a bit of blood. Did you do this..." She grabbed on of his arm, and showed it to him. It was bandaged up. " to yourself?"
" Yes," Draco said, looking away from her once more. " I know, I know, I shouldn't do stupid this like this. You've said it before."
" Yes I did," Madame' Pumfrey said. " And you promised you would keep that in mind too, but look at yourself. You obviously didn't think much about it. I'll send Dumbledore it to see you. Drink up."
Draco did as he was told, and took a drink of the potion. Putting down the cup, and making a face of disgust. He watched as Professor Dumbledore, and Madame Pumfrey walked into the hospital wing. Dumbledore walked over to him, and gave him a kind, warm smile.
" Hello Professor," Draco said quietly, averting as, so as not to make contact with the professor's.
" Madame Pumfrey said that you did this to yourself, is this true," Dumbledore asked him.
" Yes Professor," Draco said, still not making eye contact. " It's true. I did do this to myself this time."
" She also tells me that this is your second visit to the wing this year with a similar injury," Dumbledore said. " One that you did not cause. Is this true?"
" Yes Professor," Draco said. " It's true. I was here earlier this year with a cut on my stomach. It wasn't serious though."
" I'm sure it wasn't," Dumbledore said. " Draco, I want to help you. Will you please tell me what's going on?"
" I...I can't," Draco said, looking him in the eyes. " I've told you before. " Draco looked away. " I just can't. I wish I could, but I can't."
" I understand," Dumbledore said. " Are you feeling better?" Draco nodded his head. " Good, I'll be going then, goodnight Draco." Dumbledore walked away from Draco's bed, but stopped. " Are you sure there isn't something that you wish to tell me, Draco?"
" Don't you think I want to," Draco said, tears were forming in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. " Don't you think I want to tell you why I hurt, how much I hurt, and who it is that is hurting me? But I can't, professor, I just can't. I want to tell you, let you know how much pain I feel, but I can't. I wish that my only way to over come my pain was to cut myself. I know there are, but..." His voice trailed off.
" Then why do you cut yourself Draco," Dumbledore asked. Draco smiled a small smile.
" Because," Draco said, a tear escaped his eyes, and slid down his cheek. " It's the only thing I am good at. At least when I cut myself I am the one hurting myself. I can deal with it then."
Dumbledore opened his mouth to say something, but at that moment Harry, Ron, and Hermione came in. Harry had Ginny in his arms, and in the moonlight she looked paler than she actually was. The sweat on her face was more defined, and you could tell that she was in pain.
Draco stood got out of his bed, and rushed over to the four. Dumbledore followed behind him. Draco touched Ginny's cheek, and Harry saw the bandages on Draco's arm.
" Ginny," Draco murmured quietly. Ron took Ginny in his arms as Madame Pumfrey came rushing over. Ron took her over to a bed, Dumbledore, Hermione, and Madame Pumfrey followed. Draco turned to follow, but felt a sear of pain in his arm as Harry grabbed it. " Ow."
" You cut yourself," Harry said. Though, it wasn't a look of anger on his face. " Why Draco? Why did you cut yourself again."
" Can we talk about this later," Draco asked. " Ginny is hurt, and I want to make sure she is alright."
Draco wiped away the trail of the tear that had fallen a moment again and walked over to the bed Ginny was at, Pulling his sleeves down so no one else would notice. Harry stood there and watched him walk away. He turned and left the hospital wing.
" Good morning Harry," Ginny said cheerfully when Harry took a seat near her at the Gryffindor table then next morning.
" Prove it," Harry said as he rubbed his eyes, and stifled a yawn. " Is there any sausage left?"
" Of course there is," Hermione said. " This is Hogwarts after all. There is always food left."
" Right, of course," Harry said grabbing an egg with his fork, and taking a bite. " Hm, this sausage tastes differant than usual."
" Hm," Ron said smiling a little. " Maybe because that's and egg, not sausage. Wow you're really tired. You left the hospital wing last night with out telling any of us. When I got to the dormitory I thought you had gone to sleep."
" Oh no," Harry said. " I don't think I got any sleep last night. I'm not sure why. Oh well." The post arrived, and an owl landed in front of Harry with the Dailey Prophet. He paid the owl, and it flew off. He looked at the front page, and suddenly felt wide awake. " Oh shit."
" Harry," Hermione said crossly. " There are more intelligent words one can use to express one's...shit." Hermione added as Harry showed her the front page.
" Let me see," Ginny said. Now curious about what it was, because it had to be serious for Hermione to swear. " Come on Harry."
" I don't know," Harry said, biting his lower lip. " I don't think it's something that you should see."
" I'll be the judge of that," Ginny said grabbing it from him. She realized the moment she looked at it why Harry had not wanted her to see it. " Oh no."
The front cover of the paper had the picture of Lucius Malfoy on it. Smiling a winked smile at her. The paper read:
Malfoy at Large
Early this morning Ministry Officials discover that
the convicted Death Eater, Lucius Malfoy had,
once again, escaped from the wizard prison,
Azkaban. In an interview with the Minister of
Magic, Cornelius Fudge, he was quoted to say,
" Azkaban is still a safe, and reasonable place to
hold criminals. Lucius Malfoy will be found, and
this will not escape again." However, this reporter
wonders if Azkaban is still up to scratch. Is it
really still a safe and reasonable place to hold
criminals? When going on his rounds a Ministry
Official, who wishes to keep their identity privet,
noticed something that makes him feel anxious
was quoted to say, " I don't know if I agree with
Fudge on this one. The dementors have been
acting strangely, and I am beginning to wonder
how long it will take for them to turn against us.
If you ask me, I think we should have Aurors
would be stationed to keep an eye on the
criminals, not dementors. Who knows when they
will turn against us." While the Ministry bustles
about trying to find Lucius, a convicted Death
Eater we are given the unpleasant reminder that
not only is Lucius at large, but he could be seeking
out his former, and perhaps current still, master,
HeWhoMust NotBeNamed. The other
convicted man, who we all thought was dead, but
discovered recently is not, is also still at large. We
would like to remind everyone that things are under
control, and, though HeWhoMustNotBeNamed
is at large, you should not panic.
Ginny didn't need to read on any farther. She knew that the bit about Lucius being at large, and out of prison once again was what had Harry and Hermione's nerves on edge. The three looked over at the Slytherin table while Ron read through the article, a look of horror on his face.
Ginny was the first to spot Draco, who was paler than usual, and standing up to leave the Great Hall. Clutching the Daily Prophet in his hand, and not even blinking from what Ginny could tell.
" He's leaving," Ginny said standing up. " We have to go after him, I'm worried about him." Harry and Hermione nodded their heads. Ron did as well as he placed the Daily Prophet gingerly on the table as if it were a bomb and would explode if he didn't handle it with care.
" He's probably in a state of emotional shock," Hermione said standing up, the other three followed suit. " We have to follow him, and make sure he doesn't hurt himself."
" More," Harry added to himself under his breath so the others wouldn't hear him. Ginny gave him a curious look. " Right, let's go."
They walked out of the Great Hall, and looked down the Entrance Hall. Draco was already walking around the corner. They followed quickly after him. They followed to a hallway that they did not recognize.
Ginny, Harry, Hermione, and Ron walked over to him where he sat on the ground. he had his knees pulled up to his chest, and he was shaking uncontrollably. He didn't even seem to notice that they were there.
He still held the wizard newspaper in his hand, and it was wrinkled from his tight grasp on it. Ginny stepped forward, though Harry tried to stop her, she walked over to him.
" Draco," Ginny said, kneeling down beside him. " Draco, look at me. Come on Draco. Look at me." He merely continued to shake. " Draco, will you please look at me." She reached her hand out, and touched his hair with the tip of her finger. Draco flinched notably, as though she had punched him. " Draco?"
" Ginny, maybe we should go get help," Harry said from behind her. " I don't think this is something we can hand-"
" No," Ginny said firmly, and fiercely. " You can go get help if you want to, but I'm not leaving Draco here by himself."
" She's right Harry," Hermione said, pulling his shoulder. " We can't leave Draco alone. He is in a state of shock. We should go get help."
" By 'we' do you mean me too," Ron asked. Hermione nodded her head. " Oh, alright. Let's go then."
The three left to go get help, leaving Draco and Ginny alone once again. Ginny turned and looked at Draco. He had begun to rock himself back and forth. As she watched him word came to her mind.
I watch you in a silence, went through her mind, along with the perfect rhythm for it. For no words will come to me. It's as if I never learned to speak. That's how I feel when I'm around you. Words are worthless and petty little things. No one really needs them. Have you ever noticed how much better people
speak with out them?
The word echoed the exact feeling she felt at the moment. She wished there was something she could say to Draco to make him feel better. She wanted him to know how much she cared for him.
" Please Draco," Ginny said pleadingly. She moved in front of him, and looked him in the eyes. " Please just look at me. That all I want. I just want to know that you recognize me." Ginny touched his cheek, and he flinched once more. " Draco..."
" Don't touch me," Draco said in a dark voice that didn't sound like the Draco Ginny knew so well. " Don't touch me again. Not again. Leave me alone. I don't want to be touched anymore. Go away."
" No," Ginny said shaking her head. " You don't mean that Draco. You don't mean that. You're just...in a state of shock. Please snap out of it. Please come back. Please." Tears formed in her eyes, and fell. One landed on his hand. " Please."
Draco stood up, and pressed himself against the wall, giving Ginny a look that she couldn't read. And it scared her. She stood up, and smiled weakly at him, though she was frightened.
" Just get it over with," Draco said in the same dark voice that didn't suit him. However, it was more hollow. " Please just get it over with." Ginny just stared at him. " Do what you want, just get it over with."
" Draco," Ginny said in a confused voice. She took a step forward, but had an idea. He had just told her he didn't want to be touched, now he wanted her to get "it" over with. She took a step back. " I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to touch you. I just want you to smile again."
" You...," Draco said in a weird kind of voice. He took a step forward, and reached his hand out toward her cheek, but just when his fingers were inches away, he drew them back. " You..." He turned and began to run.
" Draco," Ginny yelled before following after him. " Draco! Come back! Where are you going!" She followed after him. He stopped and ran back and forth three times. Then a door appeared. It was the Room of Requirement. " Draco!"
Ginny ran to the door, but didn't reach it on time. It closed, and she heard the sound of it locking a moment later. She stood there, and tried to open the door, but to no avail.
" Draco," Ginny yelled as she pounded on the door. " Open the door Draco! Let me in! You can trust me! I promise that I won't hurt you. You can trust me. Please open the door."
There was a sound on the other side of the door like feet moving, but they were not getting closer. If anything, they were getting farther away from the door as possible.
" You leave me no choice Draco," Ginny said. She took out her wand, and pointed it at the door, and opened her mouth to say the spell that would open the door for her. Suddenly the bell rang. " Damn it. I better get this done quick. Alohamora!"
The door didn't unlock, however, as Ginny realized as she tried to turn the knob. She pointed her wand at the door, and opened her mouth to say the spell once more, hoping, as she had never done before, that she had somehow said the spell wrong, or did the wrong hand movements.
However, Dumbledore, Madame Pumfrey, Harry, Ron, and Hermione rounded the corner at the end of the hall. The six stared at one another for what seem like the longest time before someone spoke and broke the silence.
A/N: Hello, hello, hello. Hahahahahah! The suspense! Mwahahaha! Deal with it Biznizitches! I don't really mean that by the way. Alright. So, to tide you over while you wait for the next chapter to be written I shall have Draco sing for you all a song. With Harry, Hermione, and Ginny as back up. Because I love them best! Ron, Fred, and George: Hey! A: Don't worry George. I really love you best! Others: Hey. A: -'
Draco: Oooooooooh God.
Others:(Always in background) God!
Draco: Bless my underwear
Others: Bless them oh bless them
Draco: My only pair
Others: Single, Solitary, one and only
Draco: Stand beside them
Others: Beside them
Draco: And guide them
Others: Guide them
Draco: In the heat
Others: So hot
Draco: By the chair
Others: Chair
Draco: To the washer
Others: Washer
Draco: To the dresser
Others: Dresser
Draco: To my reeeeeeeeear
Others: Oooooooooooh
Draco: God bless my underwear!
Others: Bleeeeeeeess theeeeeeem
Draco: Oooooooor Iiiiiiiii'll beeeee baaaare
Others: Iiiiiiii'll beeeee baaaaaare
Disclaimer: Um yeah, the underwear song isn't mine either.