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Chapter 4

Harry lay in the uncomfortable bed of the hospital wing, out cold. Surrounding him was Ron, Hermione and Ginny. Hermione held Ron's hand, as the red head fumed about 'that git Malfoy' hitting Harry. While Ron ranted and raved, Ginny laughed inwardly at the irony of the situation. Hermione was worriedly watching over the guy she loved while comforting her boyfriend. Ginny rolled her eyes.

Unfortunately Hermione noticed and glared spitefully at her behind Ron's back. Ginny looked away and brought her hand to her bruised lip, the reminder of Hermione's hatred. Draco had thought it was Harry and rushed to her defence, she thought but quickly chose to forget it. It didn't mean anything. Before Ginny could contemplate anymore on the topic, Madam Pomfrey bustled into the room.

"Mr Potter does not need three people to watch over him," she scolded. "One of you may stay but I warn you he will not be awake for a while. Mr Malfoy certainly did the job properly."

Ginny almost laughed but held her tongue.

"Well, Harry seems okay," Ron began. "And I'm awfully tired. I think I'll go back to the dormitories. You coming, Hermione, Gin can stay. Can't you, Gin?"

Ginny nodded, swallowing her objection. As Ron and Hermione turned to leave she noted the flash of jealousy in the older girl's eyes. How could Hermione be jealous at a time like this? Ginny shook her head. Ron was way to good for her.

After they had left, Ginny sat by Harry's bed thinking. Without even realising it she dozed off, her train of thought jumping into slumber before Ginny could notice she was tired.

*Ginny was in a world of white. Harry lay dead on the ground beside her. Nonchalantly she examined his body, noting the gash on his head that had obscured his scar and finally killed him. With a shrug of indifference, she turned away.

Whirling around again, she crouched beside Harry. He couldn't be dead, she screamed silently as grief coursed through her. Weeping, she sank to the ground, curling her knees to her chest.

When she opened her eyes again it wasn't Harry that was dead: it was Ron. Laughter echoed in the endless white fog and she looked up to see Harry and Hermione, their eyes agleam with triumph.

"No!" the silent protest echoed in her mind, as the two seventeen year olds ignored her.

Suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her to her feet. She twisted and fought against the constricting arms.

"Ginny!" a voice called. "It's me. It's-"*

Ginny gasped as she came awake, struggling against someone's comforting hold. Turning in their grasp, she looked into her brother's hazel-brown eyes. Relieved she leant against him.

"You were dead," she whispered, tears in her voice. "And Harry and Hermione…"

Guiltily, she looked at her brother. His arms stiffened.

"I know," he said, matter-of-factly. "Hermione loves Harry."

Ginny steppes away form Ron in surprise. Seeing the pain in Ron's eyes, it was clear: he knew.

"Ron, I…"

He held up a hand. Ginny looked down at her hands, desperate to see anything but her brother's anguish. He sat down beside the bed, preparing for his overnight vigil. Ginny sank into the shadows, leaving her brother alone with his gloomy thoughts. Knowing there was nothing she could do or say to make him feel better, she exited the hospital wing.

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Draco sat in the trophy room, his upper lip curling at the demeaning chore he was forced to carry out. Shining the already reflective trophies was a pointless chore, reserved for those who received light punishment. Of course, Snape had only given him a light punishment because he had knocked Harry's block off. Despite his predicament, Draco grinned, remembering the satisfaction he had felt when he had socked Potter in the jaw.

He heard steps in the hallway and threw his rag down, expecting it to be Snape or Filch, here to tell him his detention was over. The door opened and closed, and Draco stood, opening his mouth to speak.

Instead it fell open with shock. He sat down heavily. There was no one there. Draco narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Invisibility cloak, he thought shrewdly. As if in tune with his mind, someone appeared out of no where and a silvery cloak slithered to the floor. They stood there silently, looking as if they didn't know why they were there, let alone what they would say.

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Draco stood up and crossed the room, looking rather like a predator closing in on his prey. If it hadn't been for the look in his eyes, Ginny would have thrown the cloak back on and fled.

"It wasn't Harry," she blurted.

Draco froze mid-step.

"Wasn't Harry what?" he demanded.

Ginny took a deep breath.

"It wasn't Harry who hit me," Ginny said in a rush.

"Oh."

"But I didn't mind," Why, oh, why did I said that, Ginny thought, wanting to kick herself. Draco grinned at her and she felt herself relax.

"Who did?" Draco asked silkily.

Ginny wondered if he would hit Hermione if she told him.

"I can't tell you that," Ginny answered, thinking better of giving him the real answer, unsure of what he would do.

A flash of annoyance crossed Draco's expression, which quickly returned to normal. He slowly began advancing on her again. Nervously, Ginny shuffled back.

"So, why are you here?"

Ginny shrugged, her eyes darting around, looking for a route of escape. Glancing at Draco again, she started when she saw his trademark Malfoy smirk on his pale face. Feeling suddenly uncertain and uncomfortable, she gathered up Harry's invisibility cloak (which she had stolen without the slightest regret) and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Draco's call stopped her.

She turned, only to find herself looking straight at the hard contours of his muscular chest. How had he gotten so close? she wondered dazedly. Ginny gulped and looked up at him. His grey eyes were soft and a half smile lingered on his lips.

Barely knowing what she was doing she stretched on her tiptoes and pressed her lips gently to his. Draco responded by encircling his arms about her waist. She shut her eyes in surrender and snaked her arms around his neck. The searching kiss soon turned passionate. Ginny felt as thought she never wanted to let go.

Suddenly, Draco tore his mouth away from hers and listened intently. Tuning her attention to the hallway, she heard what had distracted Draco: footsteps slapping against the cold stone hallway. She hurriedly pulled on Harry's cloak and Draco, his hand on the small of her back, guided her to the door. He opened it with the pretence of greeting the approaching person, letting Ginny slip through the doorway and into the night.

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A/N: Well, that was pretty quick! And, yay, Draco and Ginny finally got it on. I know you were waiting for it!

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