AN: I know this is short, but this scene is really needed before I continue. So sorry. Well, I hope you enjoy.
Draco was currently pacing the floor of his room. Well, it hadn't been his room for a week now, ever since Harry had moved in. He ran his fingers through his hair. He was worried sick, mainly because he was not in Ronald's bed tonight. Mainly because Harry was.
"How could I have let this happen? This is my fault, all my fault. We should've kept Harry underfed longer, but he was just so skinny. Gods, Ron is going to kill him. We'll be lucky if he's in one piece tomorrow. I should've tried to be more seductive, but I was just getting tired. One month with about 3 hours of sleep at night is not an easy thing. But still…"
Ginny stood up and stalked towards Draco. She slapped him across the face and sat down in a huff.
"It will do Harry no good if you're beating yourself up over this. He's going to need you tomorrow, to be strong for him, to help him. Not to pity yourself. You couldn't prevent it; Ron was getting bored. There was nothing you could do."
Draco sat down on the edge of his bed. He put his face in his hands, and a tiny sob escaped. This sob was followed by another and another. Ginny got up from Harry's bed and sat next to Draco. She pulled him into her lap the best she could, considering he was much taller than her, and stroked his hair, making comforting noises.
"Shhh Draco, shhh. It's gonna be alright."
Draco shook his head and looked up at her with puffy red eyes.
"No, Ginny it's not. I don't know what's wrong with me; I just can't stand the idea of Harry getting hurt. I've never felt this way, and it's weird. I don't like it."
Ginny smirked. She petted his blond hair, occasionally tugging on a strand or two.
"You know who you remind me of?"
She huffed, as all she received was a grunt.
"You remind me of George."
This time Draco stared at Ginny.
"In what universe do I remind you of George?"
Ginny giggled like a rather odd schoolgirl who had had too many special brownies. Draco just stared.
"After George fell in love with Hermione all he did was fret when Ron took her. He never slept those nights; he was worried sick. What I am insinuating, my dear Draco, is that you're in love."
"You're off your rocker Ginerva, I'm not in love. Love is a weakness, something others can use against you. And if I am anything, it is not weak."
Ginny merely rolled her eyes at the dumb blonde, and smacked him upside the head.
"May I remind you that just minutes ago, you were sobbing in my robes."
Draco scowled and lay back on his bed. What if he was in love with the new slave? No, he couldn't be, could he? Damn this was confusing.
AN: I know Draco, kind of comes off as a submissive character, even though in my story he will be dominant. It was just important to the scene. Besides, even leaders need to cry. So review my pretties, review! Mwahahahahaha! Special brownies anyone?