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Ginny tried her best to cover herself when she heard the lock open but it wasn't easy with her hands bound behind her back.

Draco stepped through the door and paused when he saw her. Other than being bound and her robe open, she looked none the worst for ware. But then not all wounds are on the outside he thought to himself. Without a word he sat the potion down, took her in his arms and placed her on the cot. There he untied her hands, sat, and turned around as she fastened her robe.

When she laid a hand on his shoulder, he turned to face her. She looked concerned and asked if he was okay.

"Yes, but I think I should be the one asking that."

"I did hurt. . . I think all the healing potions are still in my system though. Look." She indicated a large bloody patch on the shoulder of her robe, then pulled it back to show him her shoulder. A large amount of dried blood covered her shoulder and arm but the only mark on her skin was a shiny silver scar about three inches long. "The sharp edge of the cane sliced me there. It was quite deep. I watched it heal."

"Healing potions don't do that, they don't build up in you." He was sure of it, if he knew anything it was potions. She looked sceptical. He thought again, maybe it would be better to let her think that instead of the truth. "Or maybe they can..." he said lamely.

"No matter," she said untying her feet, "You look like you could use a potion yourself. You're paler than usual. Are you getting sick?"

He felt sick and weak still. He looked away from her. "I'm not feeling the best right now. Perhaps I have a cold coming on," he lied. He wasn't going to tell her that his father had just risked his life to test a wand or that he had the distinct feeling that if his father thought he could get the power without him, he would now be a squib, a muggle. right now. He also was almost certain that once he had what he wanted, he'd take it again.

Ginny looked at the deep frown on Draco's face. She stood and faced him. "No, there's something else," she said looking down at him.

"What makes you say that?"

Ginny ran her fingers across the worry lines on his forehead. "You're worried. Has your father done something?"

Draco couldn't help but laugh coldly at the irony. "What hasn't my father done? Look at you. I find you bound and half naked and you're worried about me."

She turned quickly pulling her cool fingers from his skin. He wished for their return. He was sorry for his words.

Ginny walked across the cell and leaned on the sink. She tried to keep the thought of fingers upon her skin from her mind. Draco came behind her and hesitantly rested his hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry," he told her, "I didn't mean to. . ."his voice trailed off.

She turned and looked him in the eyes. His eyes, not his fathers, she thought. His hand, not his fathers. "I know you didn't," she reached up and brushed his cheek with her fingers, "He didn't. . . You know, I'm okay." His eyes looked sad and tired. Something had happened. Something to trouble him deeply. "But you, you're not okay. Something has happened. He has done something to you." It wasn't a question but she expected an answer. He tried to look away but her fingers gently held him where he was.

He found as he looked into her bright brown eyes that he couldn't lie to her any more than he could his mother. He sighed, closed his eyes and nodded.

"What has he done?"

Draco shook his head slowly from side to side, his eyes still closed. He felt ashamed, something he hadn't felt often, ashamed for his involvement in this whole mess. When it was ended, she would probably be dead, if not dead, in no better shape than he had been in earlier. He suspected that the powers were too entwined to be easily separated. His father would most probably take her power along with the Dark Lords. She would be better off dead than powerless. And his father would be the most powerful wizard ever, even more powerful than the Dark Lord had been in his height of power.

"The spell? The one he was trying to do on me, did he do it on you?"

Draco opened his eyes. Hers seemed to boar right through him. He sighed.

"And it worked? It worked on you?"

He turned away from her. "I cannot talk to you about this." Before she could say another word, he'd gone out the door.

He spent the next hour watching her through the wall as she paced. He didn't want to go back upstairs. He didn't want to face his father. As he thought about his father, an ember started burning in his chest. He had followed his father his whole life, doing his bidding, looking for praise that never came. He had paid his fathers penance to the Dark Lord. Still he bowed to his fathers will. And now. . .now as Draco did his part for the cause, the cause that his father cared so much about, his father showed his true feelings for his only child. The power was more important. . .

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard someone on the stairs. He steeled his face and buried the ember once more. He was startled when he saw his mother descending the stairs. He went to her. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see our guest," she beamed, "and to see you. You looked pale before you came down here earlier." She came and looked into the cell. Ginny had stopped pacing was sitting on the cot picking at a frayed spot on the edge of her robe.

"She looks just like Molly did at her age," Narsissa quipped. Draco looked at his mother but said nothing. "It's hard to imagine that a little thing like that has such power inside," Still Draco said nothing. Ginny got up and went to the sink to wash her face. "Take her to my bathroom after your father and I leave and let her wash up, you can give her one of my old robes. She's use to that, I'm sure. Molly was such a nice dresser before she took up with that Weasley. I warned her. I'm sure the girl's never owned anything new."

Draco had always known that his mother and Molly Weasley were distant cousins, though he would have never admitted it, but he'd never heard his mother talking as if she knew Ginny's mother. Before he could ask her about it, Narsissa looked up at the ceiling. "He'll be looking for me. He mustn't find me here." She hitched up her robes and hurried up the stairs calling back to Draco, "Be good to her."

Draco stood on the stairs and waited until he heard his parents apparate from the sitting room. He then hurried to his room and retrieved a box from under his bed. He had things to remedy. He would start with this one.

Authors Note:

As the sixth book has come out, I found I had to go in and rework some points in my story. After reading the book I almost desided to give the story up, but after re-reading parts of the book and my story, I was able to salvage it without too many revisions and it didn't take near as long as I thought it would.

I'm amused that I hit on some of the new details ie. the tortured soul of Draco, (I knew he couldn't kill Dumbledoor) and the horcruxes. In fact, when I read about horcruxes I had to laugh. I know the Amnicapus isn't the exact thing, but close enough.

I'll get the next chapter as soon as I can. I can tell you it envolves a bath (like you didn't already know that) a new robe, dinner, some intresting details about what Draco did the summer between the fifth and sixth books, and maybe the bit of snogging and such, that everyone has been waiting for. (I know I have, it took longer than I expected to get them there)