Chapter Seven

Despite wanting to escape very badly, Ginny couldn't bring herself to do it. She couldn't leave him like that. Instead, she dragged him onto a couch nearby, and left to find a wet cloth and some ice. She was back moments later, but by that time it was obvious that he would need more than that.

"Draco?" she asked tentatively. Draco's eyes were very alert. "I can't do all this with a wet cloth…"

"Take…" Draco gasped with the effort of speaking. "Take my… my wand. It's ok, just do it." Ginny reached over and took the wand from his bleeding hand. Quickly, she recited all the healing spells she knew that might prove useful to his feeble condition. Half an hour later, Draco looked as good as new, though his body still ached and Ginny didn't know what to do about the small scar near his ankle.

"How do you feel?" she asked, for the hundredth time.

"Better," he said, his eyes never leaving her face. "I need to wash this blood off though."

"What you need is a nice warm bath. That's what I always have when I hurt all over… do you want me to go prepare one for you?" Ginny asked, tiredly.

"Yeah… please…" Ginny got up and did as she had suggested. Then she helped him off the couch and up the stairs into his bathroom. He stumbled a lot and he seemed exhausted. He started to take off his robe as she turned to go but it was soon clear to both of them that he was incapable of it. He was still too weak.

"Doesn't matter," he said. "I'll do it tomorrow." Ginny didn't know what made her do it. It might have been her anger at Harry for not showing up, or maybe that strange sensation she had felt so often around Draco in the last two days. All she knew is that she went over to him, and started easing off his robe, until he stood, almost completely naked in front of her. She blushed, and began to mutter apologies as she backed away towards the door.

"Ginny," he said softly. "Come here." His voice held so much power that she found it impossible to resist. Stepping closer, she shivered with anticipation. He bent down slightly, just enough so his head was level with hers.

"Thanks," he whispered in her ear. She shuddered again, longing for something more to happen, but it didn't. Instead, he turned his back to her, and she took that as an indication to leave. She left the room, and when she was back in her bedroom she chided herself for forgetting Harry so quickly and for nearly giving in to her body so readily. And yet, part of her still wished that Draco had done more than just whisper in her ear…

A/N: so i'm back! nd i hav posted this chapter haha.. nd ummm that's it. but review! next chapter will be posted either tomorrow or on monday :P