Chapter 2: Helping Ferret Boy

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She heard her mother's cheery, yet clearly drunken voice calling her.

"There you are darling! Come on, you're missing the party! Oh and who is this?"

Ginny tried to tell her mother that this was no other than Draco "the bloody ferret" Malfoy, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she began to stutter. She just couldn't make a coherent sentence come out of her mouth. While Ginny was still battling with herself to find a way to speak, Draco turned his head towards Molly, so that she could clearly see who he was. Knowing her mom pretty well, Ginny though she knew what was in store for Draco, and it was not going to be pretty, after all it was pretty obvious that the Malfoys and the Weasleys had never been the best of friends.

"Hi Draco, darling! So nice of you to join us! Why don't you come inside and have a firewhisky?"

Ok, now her mother was not only drunk, but clearly insane, she had just invited the son of their worst enemy, after the Dark Lord himself, into their house. Ginny made a mental note to herself to take her mother to St. Mungos as soon as possible once she was sober again. At least she knew that no one else would stand for it, especially not Harry and Ron.

"Hey everybody, look who dropped by to celebrate with us, its Draco Malfoy, come say hello to him." her mother said cheerfully. Well here it comes, I hope the burrow will be able to survive this, she thought, as she prepared herself for what she thought would be the biggest fight she ever witnessed.

"Hi Draco" everyone shouted. Well that is everyone who was not unconscious. Well there goes my own sanity, out the window, just like the rest of my family's, Ginny thought, completely flabbergasted. Malfoy must have been thinking more or less the same as Ginny, since he fainted right on her lap. Grant, just great, not only has my family gone completely mad, but ferret boy is unconscious on my lap.

"Ginny, don't be so rude to our guest, he is clearly tired. Can't you see that he fell asleep? Take him upstairs to your room so that he can rest" her mother commanded her, as her father was pulling her away to dance.

"My room," Ginny protested, "why does he have to come into my room?" But her mother was already too far away to hear her daughter's complaint.

Great, juts bloody great! The only responsible and sane person in the house gets stuck doing the dirty work. How am I supposed to carry him all the way to my room? She thought for a few minutes, and came up with a simple solution. Well I guess I'm going to have to drag him all the way to my room, since there is no other way. Stupid laws for underage wizards, she mumbled under her breath as she began to drag Malfoy's body towards the staircase. Once she was at the stairs, she was faced with a problem the she had not yet thought about: how to get him up the stairs?

It took her a while to come up with a plan, but finally thought of using her broom. She rushed upstairs, and got the new Cleansweep she had just gotten for her birthday from under the bed. Once she had it, she raced back downstairs. Why was she hurrying? It was only Malfoy.

At the base of the stairs she saw the weirdest sight ever. Now she was sure her family was mad. Fred and George were having what seemed to be a very serious conversation with Malfoy's unconscious body.

"Get away from him you drunken idiots; can't you see that he is unconscious?"

At this the twins dropped Malfoy's body, and began dancing around like two monkeys, chanting "We are drunken idiots, we are drunken idiots".

While trying her hardest to ignore the twins, Ginny placed the broom on the floor, and rolled Malfoy on to it, with great difficulty. The she levitated and guided it to her room. While she was walking up the stairs, she had to control her urge to fulfill her lifelong dream to "accidentally" knock Malfoy off the broom. After a while she decided not to take advantage of the situation. Since he was unconscious, and looked so vulnerable, she decided to be fair and take care of him. And even though she knew that he would never help her, like she was helping him, she would never stoop down to his level, even if he deserved it.

When she reached her bed, she carefully place Malfoy on it. "I cannot believe that he is on my bed" she said as she headed for the door. She was going to try to get some sleep in her parents' room. Just as she was reaching for the door knob, he groaned in pain in his sleep. She walked back towards him, to find him sweating profusely. She gently touched his forehead, as a mother would do to her child, and was horrified to find that he had a very high fever. He looked so defenseless that Ginny could not help feeling pity for him, even if it was Malfoy. She had never felt the need to take care of someone as strongly as she did now.

She rushed down to the kitchen to get the potion kit that her mother always used when anyone was sick or hurt, but completely forgot about what she was going to do, once she saw the state her house was in. It looked like a jungle. Food and broken plates, cups, and bottles covered the floor, tables, and walls. After she got over her state of shock, she walked as carefully as possible, trying not to get her dress dirty. She had managed to keep it impeccable all through the night's ordeals. She finally reached the cabinet where her mother stored the potion. As she headed back to her room completely disgusted by her family and friends, she mumbled, "When I get married, I'm eloping."

Before she reached the staircase, she managed to get a look at what her family was doing. The twins were still singing "We are drunken idiots"; they had even added a few verses to the song, and made up a routine for it. Her mother was on the chair that she had been on before, drooling as much as Charlie. Suddenly, her attention was drawn to Harry, who was flirting with the portrait of her grandmother, who was looking extremely horrified.

Just as she was about to continue making her way upstairs, she saw Ron and Hermione, standing in a corner in the middle of what seemed to be a snogging session. "Finally! At least something good happens tonight" she thought out loud. When she was at Malfoy's side, she made him swallow a few drops of a potion that would lower his temperature a bit. Then she opened his shirt to place a cooling charm, using her mother's wand so that no one would know that it was her, on his chest, but quickly regretted doing this. His chest was full of deep gashes that were still oozing blood and infected. She was so horrified that tears welled up inside her eyes. She didn't even know where to start healing him, so she decided to clean them as best as she could, put some bandages on them, and leave the rest to her mother, once she was sober. After doing so, she closed the curtains, so that the moon light would not bother him, and made her way to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

When she returned to her room, she set up a little sleeping place for her on the floor, next to her bed. She could not leave him alone, he was too weak.

After a little while, she sensed that the party was finally dying down, and was able to fall asleep quickly after.