A/N: so sorry it took so long to update- way to much homework! newho, thanks to all the reviewers.... hope you like this chapter
Ch. 3 – "...huge friggin...bloody...scor-"
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"Because I need to hunt again, and you need to sleep." she glared at him. "I'll see you in a couple of days," then louder so Draco could hear, "If you stay, I'll have to bite your friend to get him to go away. Permanently."
"Fine." She knew he wasn't joking. "But he's not my friend." She turned towards the castle with Draco trailing behind her.
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"So, who's the vamp?" Draco asked.
"None of your business."
"Oh, come on, I'm curious."
She ignored him.
"What were you talking about?"
A few seconds later, "How do you know him?"
"Where'd you meet him? Is there anything between you two?"
"Not anymore," she muttered in what she thought was an inaudible voice.
"Not anymore, huh? What, did you find him shagging another chic? Or better yet, another vampire? Did he dump you when he noticed you staring at Scarhead? Was..."
She tuned him tuned him out. Merlin's beard, he is so friggin annoying. Why couldn't he just shut up? Why was he here anyways? Why am I bothering to think about him? She tried to concentrate on the silent forest around her. Silent? Shouldn't Malfoy be running his mouth off? "Malfoy?" she called out quietly. No answer. "Malfoy?" a little louder, turning around. He was not where in sight. "Malfoy, where the hell are you?"
Still no answer.
She started to backtrack. "Malfoy?" she called again.
"Right here." A voice behind her said.
She jumped about 5 feet in the air and spun a little to face him. Gin regretted showing any concern for him at all when he stepped out from behind a tree with a huge smirk plastered on his face.
"What, Weaslette? Did you miss me?"
"You wish," she muttered. "Come on, it's cold and I'm tired, so can we get back to the castle as quickly as possible?"
Draco's face turned white, "There's...th-there's a... a, uh... there's a h-huge..."
"What?" she asked thinking, He's really lost it now.
"There's a really fucking," took a step back, "huge friggin," step back, "bloody," stepping back, "scor-" he tripped over a root and landed flat on his arse.
By now, Gin had not only managed to turn around, but had stunned the giant neon blue scorpion. Walking quickly over to Draco, she said, "We need to leave now. The spiders will definitely come for such easy prey, and I f they don't- highly unlikely- the spell will wear off soon. Either way, we need to get moving n-"
"Ow!" Draco hissed, falling back to the ground.
"What the hell's wrong with you now?"
"It's my bloody fucking ankle,"
"Great," she muttered holding out her hand. She seemed to be muttering a lot around him.
He reluctantly grabbed her hand and she pulled him to his feet. He bent his knee a little so most of his weight was on his right leg. "Come on," Ginevera said to him as she pulled his arm around her shoulders. "I'll have to help you walk, because we don't have time for me to do a healing spell." She explained as she put her right arm around his waist. She kept her wand in her left hand just in case.
A little over half way to the castle, Draco finally started leaning on her. The pain must have finally gotten to him, she thought.
They managed to make it out of the forest without talking to each other and only a few scratches (besides Draco's ankle). Walking to the doors, Ginevera couldn't help saying, "So Malfoy, how does it fell to know a muggle-loving Weasley probably just save your life?"
Instead of thanking her, he said, "I could have done it myself."
"Sure."
"So, why did you save me?" he drawled.
"She wasn't quite sure herself, so she didn't answer. She transferred her wand form her left hand to her right hand (which was still around Malfoy's waist), and that resulted in her coming face to face with his cold silvery eyes.
"You never answered me." he said.
"I dunno," she said turning away and opening the door. "Do you want to go to the infirmary?"
"Can't you just heal it?"
"I'm a little drained, so it'll take time and a place for you to sit."
"So?"
"So, the only room close we can go into besides Dumbledore's office is my room, and there's no way in hell that you're going there."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because besides a few teachers, only Colin and Dennis know where it is or how to get to it. I'd like to keep it that way."
"Why?"
"Why are you asking so many questions?"
He shrugged. "Just curious."
"Why?" she asked.
He shrugged again.
"How come you expect me to answer your questions, but you won't answer mine?"
"Now who's asking all the questions?"
She turned her head to glare at him.
"So can we go to your room? My ankle really hurts, and you still have to tell me about the fang."
She was so tired that she didn't give a shit anymore. "Fine, whatever." She led him down the hall to a corridor that was hardly ever used.
Ginevera stopped a t a portrait that didn't have any inhabitants any longer. Instead, lightning flashed across a dark sky, occasionally striking blue or purple. She studied the patterns a moment before placing her hand on the painting just as a blue bolt lit up that spot. "Blood," she remover her hand as the picture swung open.
Grabbing her wand with her left hand again, she flicked her wrist and the dim lights came on.
Draco thought he saw a faint red glimmer on her wrist when the lights came on, but she turned her wrist and led him to a chair. "Can you turn around and sit down?" she asked, completely serious.
Draco turned, biting back the pain and collapsed into the chair.
Ginevera pulled a stool over for Draco to rest his ankle on. Pulling up the leg of his pants, she noticed a purpley- blue swelling. She also noticed a drop of blood falling from her wrist. "Shit. Malfoy, I gotta take care of something real quick. Take you shoe off so I can fix you ankle. I'll be right back." She said standing up.
Draco saw the red again and grabbed her left hand. "Where the hell did you get that big fucking bloody slit on your wrist?" (a/n- Draco seems to like his adjectives, doesn't he?)
"You're observant, aren't you? I've had it since before I saw you in the forest. Brandon and I-"
"What the fuck did he do? Why did you let him hurt you? Did he do anything else? I'm going to kill- wait, how do you kill a vampire?"
"I'm going to ignore everything you just said because obviously the pain's getting to you head. Like I said, Brandon and I renewed the peace agreement between Hogwarts and the local Vampires. It'll heal around sunrise, same as Brandon's."
She went to her bathroom and got a hand towel. Returning to Malfoy, she said, "Can you help me wrap this so I don't get blood everywhere?"
He silently wrapped the towel tightly around the cut and used a simple charm to hold it in place. Why did I get so protective of her?
"The spell I know will probably take about 15 minutes to complete, and its kind of painful; do you want any Firewhiskey?"
"You have Firewhiskey?"
"I'll take that as a yes." She said. "Accio glass." She muttered. A drinking glass flew to her from a cabinet in a dark corner. She turned to a muggle landscape painting which revealed a small cabinet when moved. She handed him the glass, half full of Firewhiskey.
He gulped down a couple of drinks and concentrated on the familiar burning in his throat. He couldn't help notice the pain as she muttered the last words to the spell.
"You broke it, you know." She told him. "Another 10 minutes and you can leave."
"Thanks," he muttered.
Did Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince and complete prat, just say thank you? "You're welcome." She replied.
He downed the rest of the glass and stared at the fire. When did she light a fire? The pain began to lessen a bit before he nodded off to sleep.
"Malfoy?" Gin asked quietly. Shit, he's asleep. I guess I'll just have to leave him there; everyone knows better than to wake a sleeping dragon. Gin went to the bathroom and changed into her comfortable PJ's (a loose shirt and some baggy shorts) and got into bed. It'll be sunrise soon, was her last coherent thought.
A little while later (hours? minutes?), she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. "What?" she asked groggily.
"Move over, Weasley."
To tired to think or care about what she was doing, she complied to his command. Feeling the bed sink a little lower, she assumed hw was laying beside her, and she went back to sleep.
so, what do you think? do you like it? love it? want some more of it?... ok, that was corny... newho the point is like it or hate it or whatever else, pleez reivew!
