Hello. Special thanks to Swtndreamypnay (I'm also Filipino!) and Zelz Saihitei. I'm glad you took the time to review and glad you thought Draco was in character. I'll try to keep it that way. I hope you stay along for the rest.
Well, here we go. Enjoy.
Least Likely: Part Two
Ginny Weasley, more so than anyone in her rooms, was an early riser. She had learned that when waking before the crack of dawn, it was very wise to move quietly. Teenage girls could be pretty…well, you know.
After showering and getting dressed she picked up a book sitting by the bed. Oh, yes, she couldn't wait to find out the end! Honestly, romance novels were instantly enthralling. She giggled to herself.
Heading to the Common Room, she hummed a little tune, feeling that today would be beautiful! Definitely! Harry had been talking to her and…she stopped instantly. The room was somewhat dim but she was sure that was Hermione lying sprawled across the chair.
Ginny moved towards her and frowned. "Hermione, what are you doing?" No response. She kneeled before her. Sleeping? She started to shake her friend, hoping that everything was all right. But upon closer inspection, she saw bruises across her neck. Dropping the book, Ginny frantically searched her body, praying that no more injuries would be found. She pulled off the robe, hiked up the skirt to check her legs.
Thankfully there was no blood. But the same nasty blue and yellow bruises could be found up along slender legs, across once pure arms, marring her abdomen and just bellow the breasts. Ginny was hysterical. She absolutely hated to see the ones she loved hurt. And especially not knowing what happened!
She didn't care that it was 5:00 AM. She ran to the boy's dormitories.
Draco Malfoy headed to the Great Hall for breakfast. Besides only receiving two hours of sleep, he found that he was in a slightly good mood. He sat down in his normal seat surrounded by Slytherins. 'I wonder what the gossip topic will be for today?' Though not really interested in who dated who, every once in awhile they had something of small importance.
Whispers quickly whirled about him, which turned into full-blown chatter. He began buttering a muffin...
"Did you hear about Granger?"
And stopped.
"What about the piece of trash?"
"Found this morning…"
"Beat up badly…"
"Knocked out."
"In Hospital Wing as we speak!"
Draco snapped. "What in Merlin's name are you all talking about?"
Pansy narrowed two eyes at him, both heavily covered in make up. "Haven't heard, Draco? It seems the mudblood was beaten brutally, knocked out, and then placed soundly in her Common Room. She was found early this morning and quickly put in the hospital. Ha, dirt hasn't woken up since!" She snickered, obviously pleased.
Draco glowered. Pleased? Of course any Slytherin would be pleased, but not in the same way she was. And he did not knock Granger out! Idiots. It was a sleeping spell. Of course, he wisely kept his mouth shut. Secretly he was scowling, his good mood shattered.
Then he heard Blaise's arrogant chuckle. "Of course she wouldn't be awake yet." That's all he said.
Fools. They should well know that Draco Malfoy had nothing kept hidden from him. And yet, they weren't saying they knew anything more. But he felt the malicious waves from them, as if inwardly laughing in victory.
His mind wandered to last night. He had effectively not thought about it beforehand, but how could you not when everyone else was? Yes, he had put a spell on her and slyly found his way into her house Common Room. Was it foolish?
Yes! What was he thinking? He was a leader among the Slytherins. He should have kicked her and left. But his mind had been in scrambles and in moments of weakness, did what any normal person would! He couldn't fool himself into thinking that he suddenly felt overwhelming compassion and was compelled to bring her to safety.
But he had seen the bruises and felt the weight of her weeping. Draco may have been considered sly, but he wasn't so low as to kick the puppy when it was barely breathing. He smirked. Oh, he could torment the hurt. But to have tortured the girl further would have been pure stupidity.
Besides, you couldn't break what was already broken.
He tried to block out the sounds of his "friends'" laughter. He didn't assume, but it would be just like them to gang up on one person, one girl, and use it to their advantage. He shrugged. It was no longer his problem and so why ruin his day? No one knew what he did and no one would find out. Even if Granger remembered him finding her, she wouldn't even want the whole school to be aware of it also. And so he continued to butter his muffin.
Harry and Ron sat around Hermione's still form, hardly daring to breath. Their best friend…
Ginny had banged on the door early that morning, crying and screaming.
And now here they were, excused from their first class that morning to watch over her.
They were told she would be released in a few days but even with magic that was hard to believe.
Harry Potter was a wreck. His eyes bloodshot with worry and close to tears, anger boiled beneath the concern. When he saw her body covered with the bruises, he was sure the world has just frozen around him. He could swear his heart stopped. And then shatter in his wrath.
He tightened his hold on her pale hand, a dark look shadowing his eyes. He would kill whoever did this to her.
Ginny walked towards the portrait of the Common Room, an odd determination settling within her. She wasn't a fool and though rarely caught in the picture of the Wonder Trio's stardom, she could do something of worth. And she would find out what happened.
Standing before the Fat Lady, Ginny stared up at her. "Password?"
"Actually…I was wondering if I could ask you something," she said slowly. The Fat Lady smiled. "Oh? Yes, yes. Go on. But do please hurry, I have things to do." Ginny's eyebrows furrowed. "Okay, thanks…right, then. Did you see anything…well, suspicious last night? My friend, Hermione, was taken in sometime late and we don't know by whom or how. Do you remember?"
The Fat Lady was silent for a moment and then answered thoughtfully. "I seem to recall…a boy."