Undivided

Chapter 11: Did I Miss Something?

Author's jibberish: That was mean leaving you all like that, huh? In any case, explanations will be made later in Chapter 12. Just enjoy this.

Chapter dedicated to everyone who reads this. I like this chapter so everyone deserves it.

"No…no," Draco continued to mutter. Voldemort was dead…and Ginny…

Suddenly, his air passages released and cool air entered his lungs.

Harry came to Draco's side and pulled him up by the arm. "You alright, Malfoy? What about Gin—?"

Draco pushed him away and slugged Harry in the face. In a dizzy rage, Draco fell to the floor. Harry fell as well after taking the blow. "You idiot!" Draco growled. "Did I ask for your interference!"

Harry wiped the blood away from his split lip. "What the hell is your problem?"

"You killed him!"

"And where's the problem!"

"You killed her!" Draco hollered. He took a deep breath. Images of Ginny ran through his mind like a whirlwind: he could imagine himself lounging on his Head Boy bed, his eyes closed, and Ginny reading a text to him. He saw her struggling, reading Victor Hugo as she sat in front of his fireplace. He watched as Ginny passed him in the halls at school, giving him glances while he lectured and giving him the scarf for Christmas. His chest felt hollow as if nothing was there.

"What do you--?" Harry asked.

"The Dark Lord performed a Unicorpus Spell on her," Draco answered. His vision turned to a haze.

Harry's eyes darted to Ginny's form as it lay behind Draco's sitting body. "No…I had no idea," he admitted regretfully.

"Of course you didn't," Draco sneered, fury and pain running across his eyes. "It makes no difference," Draco choked. "She's dead." Draco couldn't stop the aching feeling inside him. It was as if his insides were being ripped away.

Harry slowly stood. "No…Ron… dammit…" he made his way to the door and out of the room.

Draco cradled his forehead on his fist, smearing blood on his face. He didn't care that his forehead was streaked with blood. Nothing mattered to him as of now…He ignored the fact that he was alone in a room with 11 unconscious bodies.

He could see her in his mind's eye. Ginny's fire-red hair has gold strands mixed in; Draco was able to see it in the sunlight. She had exactly 22 freckles around her nose: 11 on the bridge, five on the right side, and six on the left. When she smiled genuinely, it would reach her eyes and when she'd laugh, her eyes made the shapes of rainbows. Draco could remember the five shades of brown that made her eye hue: coffee, chocolate, hazel, tawny and specks of gold. He could see her smiling at him as he closed his eyes. And then, he felt no more pain inside his chest. Is this what death is like? He mused. He felt absolutely numb from head to toe, lost, dark…alone.

"Draco…?" a soft murmur came from behind him.

His breath caught in his throat. Hallucinations were signs of insanity. So it must be all in his mind that he could hear rasp breathing coming from behind him.

"Draco?" it came again and hesitantly, he turned.

Ginny was sitting up, legs extended. Her left leg was bruised up and she winced as she shifted on her right side to sit. She smiled weakly at him. "Did you win? Are you alright?"

But how…? Draco was now aware that his heart was beating again. She couldn't possibly be alive! Was she an angel, saying her last goodbyes? Hesitantly and cautiously, Draco extended his hand and touched the ends of her hair. He could feel the strands rub on his fingertips. "Oh gods…" he choked. "Virginia…"

"What's wr--?" she gasped as Draco pulled her into his arms, deep into his embrace. His arms consumed her, as his hands got lost in her hair, her chest pressed against his and his nose buried in her neck. "Draco…"

Draco tried to capture everything: the feeling of her hair between his fingers, her warmth against his torso and her skin's scent of honey. Greedily and selfishly, he held her against him. "I thought you were dead…" he muttered, burying his face deeper in her neck.

"No, I refuse to believe--," Ron threw the door open, followed by a distraught Harry. Then, they both froze as they saw Draco embracing Ginny's body. Ron boiled, "Now just a--!"

"Hold on," Harry clasped one hand on Ron's arm and another on Ron's mouth.

Ginny laid her forehead against his shoulder. "I'm okay…" she assured him and wrapped her arms around his trunk. "I'm okay…"

The two continued to embrace, unaware of their audience. Harry's arms dropped to his sides as realization crossed his mind.

"Did…did I miss something?" Ron grumbled, continuing to watch his baby sister embrace the prat.

"I think we all did," Harry whispered back.

…to be continued.