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"Just finish him off," a voice sang out in a cockney accent. Another man whipped out a gun and went to pull the trigger.

"Not in here you moron! You'll stain the floor. Jeez, go outside with that thing!"

So Draco was untied and lifted off the chair by two ugly, smelly buffoons whose combined IQ may very well have been 22. They drug him by his armpits out of the large room and continued on until they were outside where it was still raining. The assumed dead eyes of Draco's flashed open as soon as the door closed behind them. He snapped up his left arm and punched the one guy in the face. Then when that guy let go of Draco's arm he whipped his fist around to smack the other joker in the mouth. Both idiots landed on the hard cobblestone with a thud and staggered to get up. Quickly and smoothly as if perfectly orchestrated Draco brought out his wand and he performed another knock out spell. The two men's eyes rolled back and their bodies went limp on the ground.

Draco ran out of the alley and on to the main street. He darted back into the shop from before and nodded to the shop keeper as he ran to the back room. As he threw the flu into the fireplace he shouted, "Malfoy Manor!" A fast burst of green flames and Draco was gone.

3 hours later Ginny was writing like mad because an idea had struck her. While she was researching Sage Root she noticed a lot of potions which were 'cocktail' potions (in that they have a whole big mix of everything in them) had their main basis of Guriopens aferdesian, which turned out to be the scientific name for, you guessed it, Sage Root! When she made this initial discovery she yelled, "Whoohoo!" and did a dance. That lead to her being thrown out of the library for two days, which is why she was sitting in the Great Hall.

When she realized she was near the meter mark she quickly wrapped up her essay's conclusion and then threw down her pen. Ginny almost couldn't wait to shove it in Snape's face that she had actually completed the assignment. She just wanted to toss the paper on his desk and sing out, "Na-na-na!" Being the bigger person, she decided she would refrain. When she woke up from her daydream she left the Great Hall and sauntered around the castle. She noticed how empty the place was and the only person she saw in her traveling was Madame Pompfery who was in a sour mood. As was her custom she was muttering about the irresponsible youths she had to put up with. For a second Ginny wondered if Harry had found a way back into the infirmary but she soon reminded herself that she didn't care about Harry.

Harry woke up in a very awkward position on the plush red couch in the common room. Somehow his left leg was draped over the top of the couch and his head was sort of squashed into the arm rest. And thus provided him with a killer Charlie horse and quite a bit of neck pain. He didn't remember much of the previous night except for the fact that he had cursed out the Fat Lady.

He chuckled to himself a minute and then rose from the couch and rubbed his throbbing head. Fortunately, he knew he didn't see Hermione which ultimately meant he didn't hurt anyone he didn't mean to. However that thought reminded him that he was waiting for something last night. He couldn't figure out what and although he pretended that he didn't care, throughout his entire day all he could wonder was: what he was waiting for?

"Oh well," Harry said aloud as he left the common room to take a shower. He remembered the prank he pulled not so long ago with a laugh. Though it was extremely obnoxious what he did to Ginny he could never forget her face. Priceless. Leaving his homework for another day Harry went to the Quidditch pitch to hone up on his skills for the upcoming Gryffindor vs. Slytherin game. As he was walking out there he was disappointed by the lack of people practicing.

On the surface Harry said that he liked seeing people at the pitch because he liked to see kids on his team actually practicing. But really, he liked people around him, and he was a bit of a show off. Harry got the pitch assuming no one was there, soon after his kick off he was proven wrong.

"Gin?" he asked tentatively knowing that she probably still hated his guts.

Ginny was taken by complete surprise and turned around to find Harry giving her a questioning look. "Harry," she said in a flat voice.

'Oh yeah, she's pissed,' He thought. "I've never really seen you here."

Ginny could've said something really bitchy but she decided it wasn't worth it. "Yeah, I didn't really come here until this year."

"Oh." Harry decided his conversation with Ginny wasn't going to go anywhere and so he went to do something constructive. He started off slow with some easy speed exercises. Then he went about his normal routine. During his last exercise, which was maintaining speed while zig zaging around the stands, he felt a sting of pain in his upper left arm. This was a major problem for him because he was a leftie. He quickly landed to check out what was going on and he found out when he rolled up his sleeve.

Ginny was high above the pitch trying to put some distance between her and Harry. She wanted nothing to do with Harry right now and she was quite pissed that he was even here. She slowly circled around the pitch enjoying the mellowing affect it had. However her mellowness was destroyed when she noticed a loud curse emitted by Harry below.

Ginny couldn't help it, but no matter who was trouble and no matter when, her maternal side came shining through. She landed and walked over to a mumbling Harry.

"What happened?"

Harry's macho-ness kicked in and he hid his bleeding arm. "Nothing, I'm fine."

"Right, and I'm queen of Scotts. What's wrong?"

Harry tried to walk away from her but she grabbed him by the shoulder. "What is wrong?"

Harry stopped walking and Ginny rolled up his sleeve. "Whoa." Across the top of Harry's arm was a long deep gash, bleeding heavily. Normally Ginny was perform an easy healing spell but sticking out of his wound was a thick splinter. "What were you doing?"

"Practicing. Around the stands. I must've gotten too close." Harry said omitting the part of how badly it hurt.

"Duh." Ginny rolled his sleeve back down, "Alright, time to see your favorite person," she added facetiously.

Harry put up a fight but Ginny dragged him all the same. When they were just outside the door Harry stated lowly, "I thought you hated me."

"I do."

"Then why did you even bother to help me?"

"Honestly?" Ginny asked as she stopped outside the door waiting for it to be opened. (It was usually looked on the weekends). "I don't know."

After 10 minutes of standing outside the door the impatient Ginny used a looking spell. She dragged Harry over to a bed and threw him down. "Wait here."

She looked around for Madame Pomfrey and couldn't seem to find her anywhere. That was until she heard a weird little yelp of pain come from behind a door. How irresistible? Slowly Ginny turned the handle and pushed the door ever so carefully. Pomfrey's skirt is visible and Ginny decided to call out to her but stopped herself when she saw a patient inside…

A/N: eww that's so short. Better this than nothing I guess. I'm terribly sorry about how short this is, really. I plan to get you more chapters though. Review please.