Disclaimer: I own nothing. It is something we philosophers must accept. Gets you thinking actually…but I won't bore you with that.

Chapter Seven,

Ginny's body was limp and lifeless. Jets of pain continually shot up her arm and it was all she could do to keep from crying out in pain, the grip around her arm tighter than necessary. She was placed on a bed and someone was touching her elbow.

"Does this hurt?" Draco asked, but there was no concern in his voice.

Ginny did not reply, but whimpered as his fingers continued to prod the bone. Did he really need to press that hard? "Apparently that is a yes" Ginny emitted a growl and pulled her arm from his grasp.

"Don't touch me. You won't help me anyway so don't pretend that you are concerned." Draco feigned a shocked expression, then produced his wand with a careless flick of his wrist, balancing the willow before Ginny's eyes, throwing it into the air and catching it on the back of his other hand.

"Magic, my dear…magic. A little Skeli-Grow can go a long way. I can easily get you some from my store. You just have to ask"

Ginny grimaced. "And why do I get the feeling that there is a catch?" She asked with gritted teeth, desperately trying to maintain self-control and not shout. Draco rose his eyebrow, pouting, and yet his childlike manner was no less intimidating. Ginny tried to shuffle her body a little further away from him, but in vain. Draco simply reached out and pulled her body back again. He leaned to wards Ginny and she could feel his hot breath on her skin.

Her heartbeat rose and she shivered. He smelled of some expensive cologne and it really wasn't that bad. His hot breath tingled through her body and she was horribly aware that his lips were nearly touching her ear as he spoke.

"What's the magic word?" Ginny could barely remember the question let alone the magic word. What was it? If Hermione were here, she would know the answer. She knew things like that. Ginny stammered something inaudible, nervously stroking her arm. Draco cocked his head to the side, staring at her. "What was that? I didn't quite hear."

Ginny lay still, biting her lip and trying desperately not to concentrate on his eyes. They were blue. She had never noticed that before and his hair wasn't blond: it was almost white. No wait, she was supposed to be thinking about something else. What was? Eyes…hair…no, something about magic. Damn, she wished she had her wand right now. She could summon some potion to stop the pain.

Ginny was not sure where the pain was coming from anymore. Her whole body ached and her heart was beating so fast that she could barely breath Magic…magic…potion…wand…Skeli-Grow…no…please…yes that was, please.

Ginny could feel blood trickling into her mouth. She had been biting her lip for quite some time and her tender lips were now washed in a bruising hue that would take a few days to heal. She sucked on them to get rid of the blood and the taste was less than welcome. She turned slowly towards Draco Malfoy and looked directly into his eyes.

"Could I have some Skeli-Grow." Then added as an after-thought, "I would be very grateful."

Draco shook his head and smirked. "No, you didn't say the magic word."

Ginny sucked angrily on her swollen lip. "Please."

"No." Ginny turned sharply and glared angrily at him. She had not thought him cruel enough to flaunt his help then snatch it away so carelessly. Draco's hand rose from his side and lifted her chin up, his warm hands closing tightly around her skin. "The magic word in this house is 'Sir'."

Ginny tried to pull herself away from him but his grip was too strong. She did not have the energy to fight and the pain in her arm was nearly more than she could cope with. Her lips trembled as she swallowed, trying to find the words that she must say. She could think of so many better ways to address him. Bastard…prick…son of a Malfoy…bastard…bastard…wanker…slime-ball…bastard… "I would be grateful if you could give me some Skeli-Grow, Sir." Her lip curled with these words and she did not try to conceal the contempt in her voice.

Draco Malfoy slowly removed his hand from her chin, but as he lowered the hand, a finger lightly brushed her lip, wiping a trickle of blood that had appeared. Ginny licked her lip nervously, trying to rid her skin of the tingling sensation. She watched as he wiped his hand on the cuff of his sleeve and rise from the bed.

"Certainly. Accio" A bottle soared to his side and before Ginny could register Draco's movements, a burning liquid was washing down the back of her throat. The thick substance was difficult to swallow and she coughed, desperately trying to keep the potion down. Her mouth felt like it was filled with an army of daggers and her throat could no longer voice her pain.

"…Oh and I quite like hearing you say that so you can address me as 'Sir' from now on."

She could hear his voice distantly before sleep enveloped her and the nightmares welcomed her once more.

A/N A tad melodramatic I know. But hay, I am a very melodramatic person. Some people call me a drama queen so it comes with the territory I'm afraid.