-1Dead Again

By: Therion

Summery:

The spirits of two dead lovers come back to complete their final scene, but within the bodies of others.

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Chapter Three: Feeling A Bit Faint

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She was ill. She had to be. There was no reason for her to acting like this so she, therefore she ill, very ill. Oh Merlin, Circe, or any other deity out there. She had done something awful. It was unforgiving. She could've been shunned from everyone she knew. She deserved. She needed to be tarred and feathered. Ginny couldn't even believe what she had done, right in front of everyone. She swooned. Faint from being overwhelmed by ecstatic joy because he bent over giving her full view of his ass. She fucking swooned over that Slimy Slytherin, in the middle of the Great Hall.

He really is slimy, too, with all that hair gel. At least Ginny hoped it was hair gel, and not just grease. But if it was hair gel, he must spend a lot of time in front of the mirror. Now noticing how well groomed he was, she found it rather shocking he was straight. Malfoy most likely spent more time getting ready in the morning than she did. With longer hair and a different body and he might have been a pretty girl. Maybe she should call him "Ms Malfoy."

It was a good thing Colin was there or else Ron might have seen. At that Ginny snorted. But to do that he would have to drag his eyes off of Hermione's chest or his head out of Harry's ass. She really didn't care what he did as long he stay out her life. If he found out, he would annoying follow her a round for a few hours insisting she does this or that because she couldn't take care of herself. Then he declared himself to busy to baby-sit her return to his friends to play chess. Besides she couldn't afford him to stalk her when she might go lovey - dovey again with Malfoy, or commit the lesser evil, become insane and beat Ron to death. Mom wouldn't be pleased, she had far to much to do to have time to plan a funeral for him.

She should have known that her little bit of luck wouldn't last long, because in Hogwarts nothing stayed secret for long. And even Ron wasn't dense enough not hear the rumors of Ginny Weasley fainting at breakfast. Her last shred of luck was that no one but her knew the reason why.

So when it came time for lunch, Ginny took a deep breath and held her chin up high in defiance, as she entered the Hospital Wing, where she intended to hide out. After all it killed two birds with one stone, she avoided the confrontation with Ron and she made sure not to have a repeat performance of this morning. After convincing Madam Pomfrey, that she was feeling nausea and a little light headed, which wasn't that hard, as the healer was known to listen to Hogwarts' gossip vine. She heard what happen to Ginny in the morning was practically excepting Ginny to pass out right in front of her. She firmly instructed Ginny to, "take an easy for the rest of the day" and if Ginny even tried to sneak out then she "would bind you to the bed." And she would be back later to check on her. And with an easy grin, she settled down to take a nice afternoon nap.

It couldn't have been more than a half an hour, when she was shaken awake by Madam Pomfrey.

"Now Dearie, you must wake up so you can take your potion."

The Healer had Ginny sitting up and with a potion in hand, before Ginny even had the chance to regain her sense in surrounding. Doing this was harder than expected because she just underwent a rather sexual dream starring everyone's least favorite ferret. To further her embarrassment, Pomfrey had just leaned down to test her temperature when the Slimy Snake, himself walked in and right next to her cot.

"That's strange you weren't this warm and flushed when you first came in."

Damn that smirk. Her hand twitched thinking how much she wanted to slap it off that pointy face of his.

"Madam, I was wondering if you have Ache - Be - Gone. I had a rather … strenuous night, Quidditch practice and all."

With pursed lips and raised eyebrows, she responded, " Very well , Mr. Malfoy stay right here and I'll get you some." She disappeared in to her storage closet, closing the door behind her.

Surprisingly it was awkward, both of them apparently decided to ignore what happened and peaceful continued to despise each other.

" Wow, Malfoy, where ever did you come up with that brilliant excuse, considering how its not Quidditch season."

"Does it matter if I sheltered the old women from the harsh details and provided a moral excuse. And, Weaselette, my night was still rather strenuous, who knew you could be such a bitch in bed."

Forgetting the Matron would be returning very soon, Ginny raised her fist and slammed it in to his eye. She then stood back to admire her handy work.

And when Poppy Pomfrey came back, she came back to one patient cursing and the other looking extremely smug. Now despite her motherly manner and her personal rule not to be willfully ignorant in the student's private life, she decided that her authority was needed. Mostly she interfered because she didn't want to have a duel in her Wing.

" Now, Mr. Malfoy, since this is my last jar of Ache - Be - Gone, so I can't let you leave the Hospital Wing. Now I must leave you to inform Professor Snape of this."

"But Madam, Ache - Be - Gone requires someone else to massage it in!" Malfoy whined.

"Then Miss Weasley will have to help you," and she tottered out the large wooden doors.

For a very long moment it was completely silent.

Then Draco removed his shirt and snottily said, "Well Weasley, you heard her, get the massage, after all you need repay me for the favor I gave you last night."

Her payment to him was a bottle of gritty, lime green goop slopped on to that overgrown head of his.