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Previously

She turned quickly back to Draco lying on the bed. His breathing was ragged and his fists were clenched, but his face had relaxed. He was asleep.

Her fingers tingled and her skin prickled. The door lay ajar and there was the wand, still lying on the floor a few feet from her. If she could just reach the door she would perhaps be able to find the exit to this godforsaken prison: the exit and freedom.

Ginny bit her lip as excitement bubbled up inside her. Her eyes rested once more on the wand and leaning forward, her hands closed around the polished wood: the wand tightly in her grip. Standing slowly, Ginny grimaced at the sound of the bed springs as they groaned from the release of her weight. Walking silently towards the chair, Ginny carefully put on her shoes and tip-toed towards the door.

Turning back, she stared at the sleeping figure of a battered Draco Malfoy, before slipping out of the room.

Chapter Ten, Awkward Situation

"Stay there, don't move and keep your wand close. Wait for me until I return."

"Harry I want to come with you. Please don't leave me. I can fight."

Harry shook his head, tears in his eyes as he walked away from her. "Do this for me. Stay hidden. I would die with you if they killed you. Please just stay."

Ginny crouched behind a rock sobbing as her fiancé walked away from her, wand drawn. He did not look back. They were doomed. She knew it, but they were going to fight all the same. Moody had drilled them the evening before. "Better to die in battle: better to die fighting than die running." That is what they would do. Die. But by God they would try first. They weren't going to go down without a fight.

And so Ginny jumped up from behind the rock and ran towards the flames of light and screaming. Her friends needed her. She could not abandon them, no matter what Harry had said.

A hand snaked round her mouth, a knee in her back and her wand fell to the floor. The screaming grew fainter, the sky faded to grey and then the world went black.

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Ginny sat crouched beside the bed, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She could not leave him. She just couldn't do it. How could she walk away from someone who so clearly needed her? She would never forgive herself. Never.

Draco stirred on the bed, startled by the noise of sobbing. A vision of red sat crouched beside his bed crying and his heart went out to her.

Sensing movement, Ginny looked up to see Draco Malfoy staring at her, his eyes filled with concern. She swallowed hard, trying to find words to break the eerie silence.

"So, how are you feeling?"

Draco continued to stare at her blankly. "How do you mean?"

That wasn't the reply she had expected. "Well, your wounds. Do they still hurt? I didn't have a wand to heal you so I just put you in bed."

Draco motioned to get out of bed and fully aware that he wore very little (the little help she could offer the previous night, and not an entirely unpleasant favour I might add) Ginny turned away, modestly staring at the wall behind her.

"You removed my clothes I see. A little forward aren't you?" Ginny swallowed once more. Awkward situation. Turning to face him she was met with a surprise. Firstly, he was standing directly behind her and secondly not a scar, scratch or bruise tainted his skin. She had not healed them and Draco's wand lay by her feet where she had dropped it hours before.

Ignoring the warmth on the back of her neck she asked, "…y yyour wounds. Where have they gone? You looked terrible last night."

"Not as bad as you look right now I bet." Draco smirked to himself. Apparently this was amusing to him. Asshole. He hadn't changed a bit. Why on earth had she thought he had changed? He had never been kind to her, protected her or even spoken a kind word to her. She must have been completely deluded. Ginny glared at him and stepped backwards. He was too close and it made her nervous. He was not the weak boy she had helped a few hours earlier.

Draco saw this action and pain flickered across his face. Ginny was glaring at him, but tears still trickled down her face. Looking down at his feet in shame, Draco realised how inappropriate his clothing (or lack of) was. Scanning the room, he saw his clothes from the day before folded neatly on a chair. The blood stains had vanished and the rips had sealed.

Ginny stood staring at the clothes in confusion. She had thrown them there in her haste to get him comfortable in bed. Had someone been into the room whilst she knelt crying by his bed? They had not thought to help if that was the case. Having hastily thrown the clothes on, Draco turned to her.

"I'll get us some food then. You look like you could do with a drink."

He was gone and Ginny was left staring at the empty chair. His blood still stained her clothing and no amount of water would clean it off. The simplest spell would clean it but Draco had taken his wand. It occurred to her that she only longed for her wand for the simple everyday spells. She longed for simple everyday life. She longed for the Burrow. She longed for Harry.

A floorboard creaked from behind her. Ginny whipped round to see a dark figure standing a few feet from her, but the shadow cast darkness over her all the same.

"That was a very touching display. It's only a shame that you are not an equal to my son. You would make a handsome couple" Lucius Malfoy sneered at this comment, "Still, that is not why I am here. We are all gathered in meeting. I have been sent to collect you. Our Lord wishes to see you and question you."

Ginny visibly flinched as a cold dread spread throughout her body. She had promised to give information. She had forgotten, but it was too late to back out now.

A/N PLEASE REVIEW. I appreciate the comments. I promise this story brightens up a bit soon. It's depressing me a bit.