The rest of the night passed incredibly fast and soon the sun was shining in the windows of the hospital wing, waking Harry from his sleep.

He looked at Ginny, who was still asleep. He seemed to find himself lost in her features, staring at her closed eyes willing them to open so he could see her vivid brown eyes. Eventually he teared his eyes away from his love to look around and see if he could find Malfoy anywhere.

He looked around to the bed, in which his friend was asleep in the night before, and there he was his eyes staring at the wall, it seemed he had been awake for some time doing nothing in particular.

Harry got off of his chair and moved over to his friend.

"Draco?" Harry tried to get word from him.

"I couldn't do it, all that time I have wanted to kill him and in the end I couldn't" Draco said, his eyes did not leave the spot they were staring at as he voiced his thoughts.

"no one blames you Draco, heck I have done the same in the past, I could have let wormtail die back in third year but I didn't I let him go, nobody blamed me for that, we will get him in the end Draco whether by your hand or mine I promise you that your father won't be escaping next time" Harry said, he knew that Draco would not feel a bit offended that Harry was talking of killing his father, for Draco himself wanted him dead.

Draco's face turned determined and he looked up at Harry, "your right next time he won't escape"

There was silence for a minute before Draco spoke, "I am going to go back to the rooms, and this place has never been my favorite"

"I know what you mean but I think I am going to stick around for a while" Harry answered his gaze once more on the sleeping redhead.

Draco nodded all too knowingly and muttered, "Whipped" but Harry did not hear him, and he was already heading back to Ginny's side.

One hour later:

Harry sat still at Ginny's side reading the daily prophet; they maybe in the past but it would still do well to know what was going on.

It was at this time that Ginny decided to grace the living with her presence once more.

Her eyes fluttered open and a groan escaped her mouth. Harry dropped his newspaper faster than you could say 'quidditch' and looked at Ginny and her open eyes, before he scooped her into an awkward hug.

"Thank god your alright your mum would have killed me if anything had happened to you"

Ginny hugged Harry back and chuckled slightly, knowing fool well that her mother would never hurt Harry, she would not let her.

They parted soon, and stared into each others eyes for a long moment, before realizing that they were and adverting their gazes with blushes rising on their faces.

"So um… How do you feel?" Harry said, it was his common nature to ask such a question even though it had an incredibly obvious answer she was lying in a hospital bed for god sakes that meant something did it not?

"Like fucking shit"

"Sounds like your feeling better already" Harry said, pointing out her excessive cussing.

Ginny slapped him on the arm playfully.

"Yep you're definitely feeling better," Harry said holding his arm in a show of fake pain.

"Believe me potter you'll know when I am feeling better as you will be on the end of a nasty bat bogey hex" Ginny replied.

Harry put a hand over Ginny's mouth and looked around making sure no one had heard her slip up, "be careful Ginny" Harry somewhat scolded.

Ginny rolled her eyes knowing perfectly well that they were the only ones in the Hospital wing at the present time.

It took a moment for Harry to realize that he had yet to remove his hand from Ginny's face that was until she noticeably cleared her throat to point it out.

Harry's hand jumped back into his own space and his face held a red blush once more. He stared back at Ginny to see her staring back at him, and slowly they moved closer and closer, and closer until BAM!

The hospital wing doors burst open admitting Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs better known as the Marauders, better known as Remus, Peter, Sirius, and James.

The two quickly parted from their somewhat questionable positions, and looked up to see four of there favorite students standing by the entrance scanning the wing looking for there professors.

They grinned as they saw them and approached.

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