Hospital Wing
"Oh my goodness. What on earth happened to the poor girl?" Madame Pomfrey exclaimed when she first saw Ginny in Hagrid's arms, Draco Malfoy walking closely behind.
"Dementors…" Draco said quietly. Madame Pomfrey looked horrified and glanced at Hagrid, who confirmed it.
"Dumbledore'll be hearing of this. Well, put her down then!"
Hagrid gently placed the girl on a bed. Draco remained by the door, slightly pale if that was possible.
"Mr. Draco, I suggest you sit down for a bit and have some chocolate. You look rather pale."
Draco did as the nurse advised and settled by Ginny's bed, watching her face.
It was calmer now. He reached out and touched her hand. It was stone cold. She flinched, her eyelids fluttering ever so softly. He withdrew his hand and resumed a seat on the opposite bed.
As the Mediwitch hurried over to Ginny, Hagrid left the Hospital, telling Madame Pomfrey that he was going to get Ron, Harry, Hermione and Professor McGonagall. Madame Pomfrey waved her hand in acknowledgement.
Five minutes had passed and Ginny had still not awoken despite Madame Pomfrey's hardest attempt. She feared that although the Dementors had not delivered the Kiss, they may have taken a small portion of her soul.
"Where is she!" A rather loud voice thundered through the Hospital Wing and seconds later, a rather worried looking Ron appeared at the door followed by Harry and Hermione.
"Mr Weasly! I'd appreciate if you would keep your voice down." Madame Pomfrey shrieked at him and he consequently quietened down.
"What happened to her?" he asked, holding her hand and rubbing it gently as he sat down on a nearby chair.
"Dementors attacked her." Draco said.
Ron did a double take and seemed to only just realize he had been sitting there.
"And how would you now?" he asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. Draco noticed the other two do the same.
"Because I was there."
This proved to be the wrong thing to say as all three glanced at each other. All of them were eyeing at him suspiciously now.
"And why were you there?" questioned Harry.
Draco quickly explained what had happened.
"…And if it wasn't for me, your sister would preety much be as good as dead."
By this point, Ron was an unhealthy red colour, Hermione was deadly pale and Harry looked ready to punch someone's face in. Draco only hoped it wouldn't be him.
There was an awkward silence between the group as they surveyed one another.
"Who's Tom?" Draco suddenly blurted out, letting his curiosity getting the better of him.
"What!" Harry's head snapped round to face his.
"Who's Tom?"
"What do you mean? Why do you ask?" Hermione said softly. All three looked terrified.
"Well, when I was with her after the Dementors got her, she was practically screaming at me to go away because she thought I was this Tom person. I have to say, your sister's a preety tough chick so he's got to be one scary bloke is he can bring a feisty girl like Ginny onto the ground, shaking."
Draco's gaze fell on the pale girl at his side as he finished.
"Well? Who is he?"
"As if you wouldn't know." Harry muttered under his breath. Draco barely heard and glared at him.
"He's no-one!" Ron decided. "No-one! And it's none of your business who he is!"
"Mr. Weasley, please! Keep your voice down!" Madame Pomfrey hissed at him. "Mr. Malfoy, you can go now if you feel alright."
Draco nodded and began to leave. Hermione nudged Ron painfully in the ribs.
"Er… Malfoy?"
He turned as Ron came up to him. Ron shifted uneasily onto one of his feet.
"Er… Thanks. Thanks for saving my sister."
Draco looked at him, surprised, and nodded in acknowledgement. Ron nodded back to him, shifted uneasily again and returned back to his sister.
Draco's gave Ginny one last, lingering look as he left the Hospital Wing. But he still wasn't satisfied. Something about this Tom and Ginny. There was a connection somewhere. They knew something he didn't and he was going to find out…