AN: This is one of my longest chapters yet, thats prolly cause the ideas I was getting weren't letting me sleep. Just as I was about to fall asleep something would pop into my head and then i was screwed becuase i knew I wouldnt rememeber it so i had to get up and find something to write it with. And then i fear monsters under my bed so I had to dig in my desk for my light thingy. And add that all to my arachnaphobia and some other stuff and I didnt get to sleep will three this morning. But once I go Im out for a good 12 hours lol. Ne way enjoy

Chapter 8

Ginny stared as she watched her best friend floating higher and higher in the air- guided by the blue light. "What's happening?" Ginny screamed to the other two, worriedly.

"I-I think she's going to the next world…" Draco tried to explain. "Whatever that is."

Myrtle smiled at the couple and said, "Ohh, I've been waiting forever for this Ginny!" she screeched happily. "And I have you to thank, the best friend a girl could ever have. Thank you for making my life complete." And with that last word she was swallowed by the blue.

Ginny stared at the spot, mouth and eyes wide opened. She shook again as she asked, "Eh, what the hell just happened?"

Draco, who was still holding her hand, pulled her a little closer so he could put the arm around her shoulders instead. "You helped her move on, my guess is… she just wanted a friend."

Ginny thought about that for a second before bursting into tears, "But, I still need her… she was supposed to be the one friend who could live with me forever, she was already dead, so she wouldn't die and leave me."

Draco's eyebrow furrowed, "But Gin, you aren't going to live forever."

She nodded and he wiped away a tear for her, "I know, I mean… she wasn't supposed to leave me."

"But you should be happy for helping her, and for her- for finally being able to live out her life." She burst into another set of fresh tears and he laughed, wrapping her in another hug.

(T)(T)

Adams and Pompey were pretty mad when Draco and Ginny returned in the room. Adams started on Draco and Pompey on Ginny about responsibility- but then both noticed something about the person they were yelling at.

Pomfrey noticed quite suddenly that Ginny was still crying. She walked up to her and asked her what was wrong while Ginny fell on her bed. Adams noticed that Draco looked a lot more tired and pale then he had in a long while and walked up to him putting his hand on his forehead, while Draco too fell onto his bed. The second her fell on the bed he jumped into a fit of coughing. Pompeys and Adams attention were both fully on him now.

Ginny too jumped from her bed and ran around to grab his hand. It seemed to work that way with both of them, that's how they were there for each other, they weren't attached by the hip but rather the hand.

"Oh you too," Adams said when Draco had stopped, then he sighed and turned to Draco. "Get some sleep, you have treatment tomorrow." And he wiped a bit of hair off his pillow. Draco obeyed and crawled under the covers without even undressing. Turning to Ginny he scowled, "You stay here tonight, he won't sleep otherwise, don't keep him awake." He said as he stomped off, Pompey following.

"You better get to sleep," Ginny said kissing his forehead, "I'll be right next to you." She said even though she didn't know if he was still awake.

She watched his eyes move under his eyelids and turned to get in bed, as she was pulling down the covers she heard Draco's voice, "Have you ever heard that whenever people are happiest in life, they die?"

Ginny whipped around, "Why do you say that?"

"I don't know that's just what I was thinking. I mean, I think it's gotta be wrong. I mean, Myrtle wasn't happy when she died, and from the sound of it- she never was. But I gotta tell you Ginny, I could die tomorrow, and- like Myrtle, because of you, I would die happy."

Jeez, he was half sleeping and he was still romantic. Or maybe he wasn't saying it to be romantic, no probably not. She smiled as more tears, silent ones, fell. She took of her sweater and pants and snuggled under the covers, she fell asleep with the smile still on her face- her face might have been stained with tears- but she wasn't sad, oh no, far from it.

(O)(O)

Draco, as always, watched Ginny scarf down a large amount of her vegetarian food adorned plate- trying not to puke at the velocity her hand flew at her mouth. He would have enough of that today, he wasn't even bothering to eat because of it, besides he wasn't hungry. "Aren't you going to eat?" she asked spilling crumbs on her lap. She brushed them into her hand and sprinkled them into her mouth. Draco had to look away. "What?" she asked laughing.

"In my house, those crumbs would be what the house elves ate."

"Oh yea, well in my house it's what my Ron gets to eat, besides the house elves get entire meals here." She said smiling brighter and shoving the rest of her toast in her mouth.

It took a while for Draco to figure out she was joking about the Ron thing, he was about to ask about it when he figured it out. "How in the world do you stay so skinny girl?"

"I don't know, but I bet it has to do with the reason I'm always so hungry. Which reminds me, I'm late for chorus." She said setting her plate in the bedside table between them.

"Choir too, what don't you do?" he asked accepting the kiss she gave.

"Well I can't write, paint, play guitar, tolerate pain, make sandwiches-"

He put his finger to her lips and pulled it back quickly as she tried to bite it. "You know I never emagined you to be like this."

She frowned, "Like how?"

"So dang dangerous." She laughed. "When you meet knew people or when people introduce you- is the other person warned about your biting habits."

She turned still laughing and grabbed her bag saying, "Explains why I don't have a lot of friends, don't it?" she said skipping out of the room.

"And why the ones you do, love you so much." He whispered to himself.

(o)(o)

As usual she spent the rest of the day after she came back into the hospital wing, sitting with Draco and talking to him when he wanted her to, singing softly when he was sleeping, holding his hand when he was throwing up. Keeping him company all day.

And as she did, she stayed in the room with him while he tried to go to sleep. He wasn't aloud to use any medicines to go to sleep, something about them not mixing well with the chemo. So she stayed up with him until the wee hours of the morning. At about one in the morning Ginny confessed, "I know she's only been gone once, but I miss being able to go to her, being able to hang out with her."

Draco hadn't opened his eyes in an hour, but she knew he was awake because he kept starting random conversations whenever it got quiet and she thought he was finally sleeping. "Well, I know I can't be her, but I do play a mean game of truth or dare."

She laughed quietly, knowing if she laughed or talked to loud, Pompey would be on her. "Is that so? Okay-" They asked stupid questions and neither seemed to have the heart to make the other person actually get out of bed, so after about thirty questions it turned into a game of truth.

"Okay okay." Ginny yawned, "What qualities do you like best about me. Two, one on the inside and one on the out." She said closing her eyes. Dang she was tired, how the heck wasn't he?

It was quiet for a few seconds but she knew he hadn't fallen sleep, "Two?"

"Mhmm…"

"Well I love your freckles, no offence if you don't, but I think their adorable." She laughed slightly, embarassed. "And on the inside, I love you sense of humor."

She smiled, "Thanks."

"Now you."

"That's your question?"

"Yea, what two qualities do you like best about me." He smiled opening his eyes and looking over at her.

The sudden change in his voice made her look over his way, right into his eyes. He looked like he could pass out any second. She looked over his head and thought about it for a second, "Well, on the outside I'd have to say your nose."

"My nose? What the hell."

"It's so cute, it's all tiny and stuff, I don't know how to explain it." She said smiling and glancing at it as he clutched it and then she stared off into space again. "And then on the inside, I think your probably one of the most talented people I know. And remember, you promised to play for- and sing." She said facing back to the ceiling and closing her eyes.

The room went quiet for a few minuets and then, just as she was about to go to sleep again he said, "Thanks." She looked over at him to see he was still staring at her.

They smiled and both of them closed their eyes.

(-)(-)

"He's been sleeping for fourteen hours though." Ginny screamed as quietly as she could. She wanted the teachers to know she was mad, but didn't want to actually wake him up.

"Ginny, if you hadn't kept him up so late then we wouldn't have had to give him the potion."

Adams said in such a stern voice that Ginny stepped back a little from him. She accidently stepped on Pompey who cussed and screamed, "Why don't you go up to you dormitory and do something," she said in a loud enough that if anyone would have been sleeping without the potion that have woken up. "Draco won't be up for another while." She said calming down a little.

Ginny scowled, "Whatever, but when he finds out how long you two had him sleeping he's going to be pissed."

"Look Weasley." Pompey screeched, "I don't think you should be working here anymore. Draco's never going to get better with you always taking him out and keeping him up till late hours. He needs rest, and sleep."

Ginny's scowl deepend, "Good luck with that. If you really don't want me to work here anymore, then I think we're going to have a problem." She said walking out and slamming the door behind her, knowing it wouldn't wake Draco up.

She stormed through the portrait hole screaming, "We'll then next time don't let me in." to the fat lady.

"I was just kidding." People in the common room heard before the hole closed. She passed everyone in the common room and into her room where she found a giant pile of the homework that her classmates had taken down for her. She had no idea why but she always worked better when she was mad, sad, frustrated, anything… she couldn't work when she was in a good mood. She had four essays to write, a few teachers wanted to talk to her- so they could give her all her tests, and she had about seven sheets of homework, not to mention all the make up potions she had. She finished the homework and an essay and was working on the second one when the owl came. It was later in the night, maybe six.

Ginny,

Draco's been awake for about a half and hour now. He started screaming in his sleep and woke up shaking and screaming about nightmares. He won't take any potions to calm down, and we can't cast anything because we don't know what kind of reaction it might have. We can't think or anything to do, and we were hoping you might be able to.

Adams

What the heck, what a snob Pompey was. And there was no sorry. She didn't really care though, she had started running after the first sentence. She ran over a few first years on the way out, and the seond the portrait closed The Fat Lady started running after her, not talking, Ginny was going to yell at her, but for some reason she couldn't help but think that it was normal.

She slid in the door and walked in just as Draco screamed no, and threw a potion at the floor. Draco was shaking and the second her layed eyes on her he spread his arms out for a hug and screamed, "Oh, Gin, it was horrible."

Ginny ran to him and sat down next to him still wrapped in a hug, "I know, I know." She said noticing that he was sweating like mad. She took her sweater sleeve and wiped his face while he shook in his arms. "What happened?" she whispered.

"I was sleeping, how long did I sleep?"

"Pretty long." She said wiping above his lip.

"I couldn't get out of the dream. People just kept dying and I couldn't wake up." He said as she wiped his neck. He grabbed her hand and demanded, "How long was I sleeping?"

She looked at the teachers and sighed looking back at him she said, "I think it was about fourteen hours."

He shook even more violently and dropped her hand, she wiped his brow. "That potion?" he said pushing her lightly back and scowling at the teachers.

"We needed you to sleep." Adams said guiltily.

Pompey nodded and added, "You two stayed up much to late last night. We can't have that anymore, I hope you understand." She said standing next to Adams a few beds away where they had watched the teenagers interact.

Ginny ran her sweater hand down hid cheek and he looked back at her, "What are they talking about?"

She shrugged, "They don't think I should come visit so much anymore."

"But you work here too."

"Not anymore." She smiled lightly and pulled her sweater sleeve down, running her thumb across his brow, "Do you have a headache?" she asked because he was sweating so much.

He didn't say anything just looked at the ground with a black expression, trying to think what to say. He rubbed his head and scratched at his shaved head. They had shaved it because it was bothering him to wake up with a mouth full of it. He put his hand back down into hers unconciously. She touched his ear. "What are you thinking?"

"This isn't fair."

"What isn't?" she asked putting her forehead to his. From the corner of her eye she saw both teachers fidgeting uncomfortably.

"Dad gets to be with my mom, Grandpa got to be with Gran, Great Gran got to be with her husband. It's not fair." He said shaking, his obvious way of stopping from crying. He wiped his forehead, sitting up against the backboard, his legs in front of him under the covers. She leaned forward and put her head in the crook of his neck and he pet her hair.

"But they are married." She said quietly, not wanting to say anything, not knowing what to say.

"So?" he pouted and Ginny couldn't help but laugh. She sat up and wiped his forehead again. "Alright, I'm still going to be here, just during all the visiting hours." She pointed out, because that was almost all day.

"But what about chemo. I don't know if I can…" he trailed off remembering the teachers were in the room and not wanting to admit his weakness in front of them. It wasn't a weakness anyway. The teachers realizing this walked off into their office. "Do you know how much pain… how much it hurts?"

"No, because you're to strong, you don't even show it. You can show it around me you know, no use wasting your energy on me when you should be keeping it for someone else."

He frowned, "Easy for you to say, don't you have anything wrong with you?"

"Of course I do, I have a very serious case of archnaphobia." She said smiling and wiping at his nose.

"Oh is that so?" he asked and she noticed that he wasn't shaking anymore.

"Major, it keeps me awake at night, cause I always feel them crawling all over me." She said walking her fingers up his arm. She shivered. "Can we talk about something else."

"How do you fall sleep then?" he asked her his eyebrow back in that familiar arch.

"Well, I always just think that one day I'll have somebody next to me that will keep the spiders away, and keep me safe in their arms while I… sleep." She said excitedly at first and then slowly.

He smirked, "To bad that wouldn't work for me."

"Yea it would." She reassured. "I mean they would be protecting you in their arms at the same time your protecting them." She smiled and he did two before it was taken over by a yawn. "Still tired?"

"I didn't really sleep, you know, it was like half sleeping. I think the scariest part of my dream was when there was this bang and it ended up being my house exploding. Dad was in there, doing his treatment and mom and you were there to, helping him with the chemo." He shivered.

She remembered about her slamming the door, and laughed guiltily. "Sorry bout that…I was in your dreams?" she asked coyly.

"You often are lately." He admitted. "But normally there good dreams. This time everyone I loved, was in the same house, where I wasn't- and they all died. And you wanna know something, at the beginning I was told that they had gotton completely rid of the disease. Not just put me back into Kyo but it was completely gone."

"And that's going to happen someday too." She said putting her head back into his sweaty forehead. "Someday doctors are going to be able to cure it, someday."

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