Chapter Five

Bareback, by Mizlovegood

This chapter is dedicated to Ave Adelaide and Lisette Black. It Is also dedicated to Seymour.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is in no way shape or form mine but this plot is and so is my stunningly wonderful poetry.

Summary: Dedicated to my friends, and my reviewers. My first Draco/Ginny. Ginny has a job at the circus during the summer. Bad summary. Comedy/Romance, post OoTP.

Last Chapter…

Being the idiot that he was, he didn't realize that an apple thrown hard from a distance would knock someone out- well, he did when she fell to the ground unconscious.

Chapter Five…

A flicker of light lit up the dark tunnel in which she was traveling. She ran towards it, hearing the echoes of death behind her. She wasn't really running towards the light, but running away from the creatures behind her.

"Help, help me please!" She screamed, reaching out to the light. It surrounded her, engulfed her mind and entwined itself in her very being for a moment. She heard a voice not unlike her own, but older, more graceful, and overjoyed.

"Its not your turn, love… Go back, you have a mission to fulfill, Lady Light…" She squirmed out of the grasp of the light, pulling her so seductively back in.

"Run!" She heard, echoing behind her. She ran, fast and hard back to the body she had left behind, and sunk back into it…

Ginny gasped and sat up, banging foreheads with a very scared looking Mr. Hawkins.

"Miss Weasley, what happened?" He asked. Ginny looked over at Draco, who was sheet white, all blood gone from his face. She felt something twinge at the fact that someone cared, anyone cared. Because of the comforting feeling this be stilled on her, she was able to mutter;

"Tripped over the rake, silly me." Before groaning loudly and directing Mr. Hawkins to press the ice on her head harder. The pressure would stunt the bleeding. Once Mr. Hawkins left to go get more help, Draco knelt down beside her.

"I am SO sorry," He said, fumbling with his hands.

"You bleeding should be," She said, and then added, "I can't believe a bloody apple would draw blood." Draco looked over at the blood, and his eyes rolled back in his head. He fell over with a soft 'clunk'.

Great, Ginny thought, he is squeamish at blood. When Mr. Hawkins arrived with Molly the nurse, she explained what had happened.

"I was, too, love," Molly said, "Until I went to nursing school. 'You can't be scared of blood, Molly,' is what they said to me, love, but it took me years to get over it. Let's hope that he doesn't try to become a nurse, too." Ginny felt a little prick of emotion at the name Molly, but pushed it down and focused at the conversation at hand.

"Malfoy? Help others? If I ever saw him help something else in his life I'm pretty sure I would pass out a- OW!" Molly stuck a cool cloth and some healing medication on the wound.

"There we are, love, all fixed up. Now let's see about your friend here."

"He's not my friend," Ginny interjected, trying to sit up. Molly pushed her back down.

"If you want to perform in Saturday's show, you need to calm down and get some rest. You aren't aloud to work on Thursday, I insist it-" Ginny began to interfere, but he woman cut her off, "-but we will give you your pay that day because its like a sick leave, okay dear?" Ginny nodded, and looked over at the stall where Jasmine and Sunny were standing side by side, munching on hay, then sneezed.

Bareback… Bareback… Bareback…

Ginny hurried out of the lot, promising that her Aunt was coming to pick her up, and once out of sight apparated to St. Mungo's. The lights were blinding, flickering, enough to give some poor soul a headache. And by the looks of it, some poor souls already had headaches, and were sitting in the waiting area with closed eyes, rubbing their temples. Ginny quickly put on her little apron, magically sanitized her hands, and then bustled over to Catty, her friend from school and fellow candy-striper.

"Hey Ginger Kid," Catty said.

"Hey tuff stuff," Ginny replied, "Where am I stationed today?" Catty smirked.
"Lucky you get the seniors ward, looks like they have a bunch of full bed pans, and old Mr. Willbuck needs a sponge bath…" Ginny groaned, and Catty laughed.

"Joking," She said, "Luckily miss goodie two stilettos got the job."

"Ugh, I hate Franny." Ginny said, "I'm glad that she finally got the worst job." Catty nodded in agreement, then checked her chart.

"You are with the children today. Lucky ass, sure you don't want to trade?"
"What do you have?"

"Incredibly infectious contaminable diseases…"

"Hmm, I'll pass." Ginny hurried away.
"Love ya, Gingakitten!" Catty laughed. Ginny waved again at her pretty dark friend, and hurried to the children's ward, where she was glad to see her favorite little tyke, Thera Montgomery.

"Hey Thee," Ginny said, walking over to the little brunette who had been brutally beaten by her step dad, and now had horrible casts everywhere and bruises on every inch of her body. Her left eye was watering again, so Ginny reliably gave her the eyedrop medication she needed, and carried her to the play area.

"T-thee oth-other keeds d-d-don't want to p-pl-lay-ee with me," Thera said, her speech slurred like a drunk from the brain fractures of the beating. Ginny hugged her tight, and whispered, "Don't worry, Thee-bee, I will play with you. Maybe we can convince them to play, huh?" Thera had lost the ability of her left leg due to a fracture, and she was born without a right. It seemed, Ginny noted, that some kids had the hardest lives, yet still managed to embrace the goodness in everything, and care for every little critter and being.

It brought tears to Ginny's eyes, she saw herself as conceited because all she could think about was her own life. But calling herself conceited was just conceited, because she was talking about herself, right? She frowned, and felt a gentle hand wipe away the tears.

"W-why are you-ou c-crying Miss. G-j-Jeiny?" Ginny sniffled, "Nothing, love, nothing."

Hours later she emerged completely dry eyed, gladly being able to help Thera make friends with Alyssa, who was friends with Naomi, who was friends with Olivia. Soon enough, they were all joking and laughing like nothing. When she arrived at home, she found that Lydia was asleep, so there was no need to make her food. She nuked herself some oatmeal (Lydia was quite keen on muggle things) and then hopped into her bed. (she didn't literally hop up the stairs to her quaint attic room, which by the way, had a wonderful view of the forest)

She pulled out her diary, the last time the wrote in it being weeks ago, and pulled out a pen, not a quill, which were dangerous and highly old fashioned, then began to write.

Dearest Diary, or whomever decided to read it,
I am cold, very cold, and it is raining. It seems like the start of a sappy romance novel, huh? But is isn't, no one is really intimate with me unless you count Evan and our almost-kiss, or Draco, but him and I aren't really… well… I don't like him in that way, yet. Yet? Why did I just write yet? Is it like, some expectancy of girls to fall in love with him just because of his eyes, or hair, or sexy thin lips that are just the color of a budding rose? Okay, so he is a little bit hot. Okay, so that's the understatement of the year and he is totally hot, and on the hot-o-meter he would get an 11 out of 10, but I still don't like-like him… Yet. Anyways, Lydia is asleep, it seems like she is never around anymore, or is asleep, but I am okay. I saw Thera today, I love the little girl. Seriously, if I were of age, I would adopt her. Well, time to sleep for me, but I will try to write more my dearest diary. Always, Ginny.

A/N: IF U REVIEW I WILL LUV U! I just realized that id u put a space between the IF in IF U, then it comes out much differently… Oh well, by now I will have already written the 6th chapter, but its all good. Review me & I wont hunt u down and kill you! If you don't, well…

Next Time…

Her breath caught in her throat when the space between their lips disappeared.

"What is your name, Buddy?" She asked. It hooted softly.

"Hoot?" She asked.
"Hoot." It said again, a bit louder.

"Is that a yes?"

"H. O. O. T." It said, more defined as if trying to state the obvious.

"What?" Ginny asked.

"HOOT!"

By some unbelievable twist of fate, Harry James Potter was standing in her house

She jumped next around the bathroom, laughing and dancing while the water sprayed everywhere.

"I'll meet you later for dinner, dear," He said, his thin body curving slightly and his long hands cupping her face…

"Are you going to throw it at Professor Snape?" Ginny asked, scratching her head as though she couldn't possibly imagine any other use.

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