Full Summary: A badly banged-up and war-weary Draco Malfoy ended up under Ginny Weasley's care at the height of the War. She refused to look after her former schoolmate nemesis until she realized he has amnesia; maybe caring for him wouldn't be as tough as trying to co-exist with him at Hogwarts…

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PhoenixRae's Note: I have to thank BBMak's Ghost of You & Me song for inspiring this fic. If it wasn't for me listening to that song I wouldn't be inspired to write yet another Draco/Ginny fic – a CHAPTERED FIC for that matter! Events in books 1-6 are still relevant, but it doesn't follow all of the events that happened in the books.

I. Unexpected Patient

Summer 1997

MORE CASUALTIES!" CALLED ONE OF THE assistant medics at the makeshift medical casualty site setup an apparition away from where the main battle was being fought.

An almost sixteen-year-old Ginny Weasley donned on a medi-witch robe and cap ready to start her shift at the site. She, along with other Hogwarts students, volunteered to aide war victims recovering from their wounds. Volunteers were short in supply these days having dispatched almost all who were able to fight to side with the Ministry of Magic. Ginny doesn't perform any medical procedures on any of the victims, she only looks after them after they'd been treated an on their road to full recovery.

On this particularly blistering hot summer day Ginny expected to work a short shift. War hasn't escalated to mind-blowing proportions in the last little while and she wanted to go back to the Burrow and comfort her mother who was going out of her mind worrying about her brothers and father who joined the rest of the Order to fight against the Dark Lord.

It didn't help either that Ron, Hermione and Harry went AWOL shortly after summer began, only hearing from them once since they disappeared after the ceremony at Hogwarts on their last day. According to the letter they sent (Ginny knew Hermione had a hand in it but since it was addressed to the Weasleys it was Ron who penned the letter instead of her) the three of them were in pursuit Lord Voldemort and avenge the deaths of so many people that meant so much to all of them.

"How many today?" She asked fellow volunteer, Luna Lovegood, when the blond entered the recovery tent.

"They're bringing two not-so-badly wounded straight to here," answered the former Ravenclaw then proceeded to prepare a bed for one of the woundeds.

"And that's it?"

Luna stopped what she was doing and looked at her companion.

"As far as I know. Why? Do you want more?" she frowned.

"No. I'm glad there's only two. That means I can leave early once they're settled."

"Why leave early?"

"Mom's a wreck. I need to make sure she's alright." Ginny started preparing a bed for the other patient as well.

"Your brothers and father all fighting in the war?"

"Whose male member of the family doesn't?" Ginny mumbled then quickly added, "Yeah." She didn't bother mentioning that one of the main reasons why Molly Weasley was a wreck was because of Ron taking off with Harry and Hermione in search of the Dark Lord.

Luna stopped asking her twenty-questions then. Ginny was glad when she did. In as much as she enjoyed the other girl's company, there were times Luna annoyed her with her constant questioning.

Their not-so-badly wounded casualties arrived. Dean Thomas, Ginny's ex-boyfriend, and Seamus Finnigan along with a couple of Hufflepuff supposed seventh years this coming school year brought the wounded in. The Hufflepuffs went straight to Luna and deposited their casualty on the bed she prepared.

Dean and Seamus, however, took their time getting to her. Ginny had to cross her arms and cock an eyebrow at her two Gryffindor housemates.

"What are you two waiting for?" she demanded.

"You might not like to look after this one, Gin," was Dean's uncertain reply.

Ginny's eyebrows furrowed at the center of her forehead. "What are you two talking about?"

Dean and Seamus, both carrying the wounded without the aide of magic at the request of the Mediwitches and wizards, exchanged weary glances and at Dean's insistence Seamus moved forward and delivered their wounded to where Ginny was standing.

One look at the badly banged-up casualty victim lying on the stretcher and Ginny knew why Dean and Seamus were uncertain she'd want to care for this particular patient.

"What the hell is doing on our side of the war?" Ginny demanded, her tone causing the other three occupants of the tent to look her way.

"He was found along with the wounded Order members. Whether he was captured or he was with the Order nobody can tell," explained Seamus.

"Why is that?" asked Ginny, directing her question to her ex-boyfriend this time.

"Because he wasn't bound when he was found lying on the side of the road with one of the Aurors," he answered.

Curious. Ginny looked down at the unconscious silver blond haired young man who made sure her life at Hogwarts was a living hell. He doesn't look like a bully now lying there helplessly; nevertheless she wouldn't tend to the likes of Draco Malfoy!

As if reading her mind, Dean stepped up to her and whispered, "You can't choose who you care for and who not to care for, Ginny."

Ginny gave her ex-boyfriend a slicing glare. "He's Draco Malfoy, Dean. He is the one responsible for Dumbledore's death. Prisoner or not, why should I care for him?"

"Because he might be suffering from loss of memory, that's why," it was Seamus who butted in to their conversation.

"He's what?" Ginny looked aghast. She turned her gaze to the sleeping man on the bed then shot a quelling glare back at her two housemates. "You're joking, right?"

"I wish we were, but that's what the Mediwitches and wizards said," answered Dean.

With a heavy sigh Ginny dismissed Dean and Seamus before turning to tend to the still unconscious spawn of a Death Eater. Ginny knew she shouldn't discriminate who she treated and helped get back on their feet, but this one particular patient wasn't someone she'd want to recover from whatever he suffered from out in the field.

"If he's a captive I'm sure Aurors will be posted outside this tent to make sure he," Luna jabbed a finger at Draco Malfoy's direction, "wouldn't escape."

"Let's hope so, Luna, let's hope so," Ginny mumbled although she doubted the Ministry would dispatch a single Auror to stand guard outside the recovery tent where one captured Death Eater.

AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER GINNY WAS left alone by Luna to go on her break. More recovering wizards were brought in and Ginny's initial plan of going home to be with her mother was cancelled.

She was glad for some alone time actually. She managed to stray away from her initial charge, Malfoy, but after she did her rounds checking up the other wizards brought in and found nothing much to do with them except let them sleep, Ginny found herself drawn back to the bed of her enemy.

Standing by his side she studied the profile of the sleeping Death Eater. If Dean and Seamus were telling her the truth and Malfoy was suffering from memory loss then he wouldn't know what he did. It would be a shame for someone as uppity as Draco Malfoy to suffer from such fate, but Ginny was also a believer of karma, and this definitely was karma for him.

"Mmm…"moaned the man lying on the bed.

Ginny jumped back in surprise. She didn't expect him to be coming through any time soon. She checked the blow he received to the head after Dean and Seamus dropped him off. It looked like one nasty bump and she doubted he'd be up before tomorrow; looks like she was mistaken.

Moving closer to his bed again, Ginny gingerly peered at the sleeping man. He was mumbling incoherently still and moving his head about, wincing each time he did so.

"Bloody hell," she hissed under her breath and grabbed a chair and sat down beside him. He was beginning to thrash about, his pained facial expression indicating he was probably having a nightmare, add to that the nasty blow he had no wonder he looked very much in pain. If he kept on thrashing about like this his head would hurt more. "Stop that, you're only going to make the pain worse," she told him soothingly, cupping his face in her hands to stop him from thrashing.

He fought her hold on his head. He was alternately moaning in pain and panting like he was running a marathon. Ginny got up from her seat and leaned over him, her hands gripping his head firmly and at the same time not too tightly while she tried to stabilize him.

"Shh…shh..." she whispered wishing she had her wand handy with her to use a body bind spell on him to stop him from thrashing about.

Ginny wrestled with Malfoy for at least five minutes before he settled down once again and became lost in what she hoped would be a dreamless sleep. Whether his sudden thrashing about was caused by a bad dream or pain shooting up his head, she hoped he wouldn't have to suffer from that for the rest of the night.

HE WAS IN HELL, THAT WAS WHERE HE WAS.

Damn blasted pain keeping him down. Whoever did this to him would pay, he'd make certain of that, but first of all he must get over this one obstacle. If only he could remember exactly what happened and who did this to him.

And who the hell was he?

Panic soon started to take its ugly toll on him. He couldn't remember who he was or where he was, and yet he remembered – knew – he was injured. But why was he injured in the first place?

Dammit. Who was he? Oh God, he can't remember his name…where he was from…when he was born…does he have a family? What was going on?

Ginny flew to her charge's side as soon as she heard him moaning and groaning an hour before she was to call it a night. It was nearing dawn and the new set of volunteers would be arriving soon. She was just seeing to the needs of one of the other patients brought in this evening when she heard Malfoy writhing in his sleep again.

She leaned down to check up on him, grabbing hold of his head once again to stop him from causing any further problems to his traumatized head. One of the mediwazards came in to check on the patients and she was debriefed on what was wrong with Malfoy. An extreme blow to the back of the head and a curse – not a killing curse, but it was powerful enough to render him incapacitated to fend for himself.

"There, there now. Stop moving or you'll only make it worse," she whispered soothingly.

He stopped fighting the fear and panic that engulfed him when he heard her voice. It was the same voice that snaked through his hazy thoughts earlier. It was both soothing and caring; very comforting actually and in spite of the mind numbing pain he was suffering from, he found himself relaxing and forgetting that he had no clue who he was let alone where he was.

He wanted to see her. He wanted to see the face of this angel who was forever looking after him. He owed her his sanity at least, for keeping him from ripping his hairs out; for making sure he calmed down before he started to lose it all.

Cracking his eyelids open, his vision was blurry at first, focusing only on the square-ish face of his Angel; his gentle-voiced Angel. He had been asleep for Merlin only knows how long his eyesight became bad, but at least he could make out her figure amidst the blurriness of his surrounding.

"Thank you," his voice cracked. His throat was parched and his voice came out in a raspy whisper.

Ginny was stunned first to see him come through and second to hear those two words she doubted she'd hear Draco Malfoy would utter to anyone.

"Y-you're welcome," she stammered. "Go back to sleep. It will help relieve the pain. You're suffering from one mind numbing headache." She moved away from him, still reeling from this unexpected side of Draco Malfoy she just witnessed when she felt his hands gripped her wrists preventing her from leaving.

"W-water," he whispered. "My throat hurts."

"Alright. I'll be back with your water," she promised and gingerly removed his hands from her wrists. "Just lay down and do try to get back to sleep again. You will need it," she reminded him before leaving his bedside.

He was almost disappointed to watch her go, his Angel, but he did ask her to grab him some water for his parched mouth and throat. Following his Angel's advise, he tried to settle back in his bed and closed his eyes dreaming of his sweet, gentle Angel…