Summary: Harry, Ron, and Hermione shove Ginny off to a sick house in Ireland where she cares for the wounded. Obviously, she isn't too happy about this, but she deals. Life is pretty routine...until she picks up a sick survivor from a small battle and things get turned around. ...I promise, it's a lot better than it sounds!

Disclaimer: I don't own J. K. R.'s characters, plots, etc... why would I bother with fanfiction if I did?

A/N: I'm kind of bored right now and I'm writing this because I have nothing better to do. That's the downside to roleplaying, you need someone else to reply to you.

-Sick House-

Ginny knelt down to check a fallen wizard's pulse. None. He was dead. She sighed and stood back up, oblivious to the battle raging around her. People were calling out curses and hexes that she did not reconize. That was the problem, she hardly reconized any of these wounds! How was she supposed to save people if she didn't know how? She looked around at the battle and a glint of white caught her eye.

There was a tall man with long blone hair, dressed in black like His army, but fighting against his own ranks. He must have tried to run away from them and was now trying to bring him down. Some people Ginny pittied to no end, the poor boy must have been forced onto the dark side, he had that look of pure blood around him. A hex flew by Ginny and just barely missed her side, she had to tear her eyes away from the man. A wizard dragged her away to the back of the battle.

"Go to your home, get the survivors later." then he ran away.

Ginny sighed, then did as the wizard had told her to, and went back to the sick house.

The Battle Field-afterwards

Ginny walked the battle field. No side had won, both had retreated, leaving the injured to die. Most people were already dead, but occationally, Ginny would find someone alive. So far, all had been able to walk the short distance from the battle field to the sick house, so Ginny was still here. She looked around and gasped. On the ground was the wizard she had seen fighting earlier, fighting his own ranks. She ran over to him. He was uncontious and running a fever. It felt to be about 110! But he was alive, she could save him!

Ginny took out her wand and levetated him back to the sick house. Once inside, she lay him on the couch-all the beds were taken. His face was was wet with sweat and mud and he was overall, very dirty. Ginny got a songe and bowl of cold water from the kitchen and cleaned his face. She gasped.

"Draco Malfoy..."

Draco did not stir, he lay there half dead and defenseless. Ginny wondered what she should do, letting him die surely wouldn't be so bad? There was no way that he would be fighting on her side...but all that she had learned in the sick house was never leave any one to die, everyone could be saved. And no one she had healed that had been on the Dark Lord's side ever went back to him...

Ginny made up her mind and decided that she would try to save him. She somewhat cleaned him off and put him in clean cloths. Then levetated him upstairs to the only empty bed-her own. She gave him some potion for his fever and then checked the rest of him. He had a broken leg, three broken ribs, a sprained wrist, and quite a few bad cuts. She bandaged him up and silently cursed herself for not taking some of Madame Pomfrey's bone restoration potion. Oh well, he'd have to heal the slow way. She sighed and went downstairs to fix herself some dinner.

"Ginny! You're alright!" Hermione excalimed when she got downstairs.

"Yeah Gin, we were afraid some one might've blown you up."

"When we heard about the fighting and all." Fred and George joked, but Ginny could see the releif in their eyes.

"You are alright Ginny?" Harry asked nervously.

"Of course!" Ginny snapped, "I can take care of myself! What are you guys doing here?"

"We heard about the fight," Ron explained, "We apparated over here right away."

"Well don't expect me to invite you to spend the night, I haven't got any open beds. Which reminds me," Ginny looked over at Fred and George, "My room is off-limits. I've got a sick patent in there which means no dumgbombs under my pillow!"

"Us?" Fred asked.

"Why would we ever do such a thing?" George added.

Hermione, however, was a little more sensitive, "Really? Do you need me to go up there and take a look at them? I've picked up some good healing tips."

"NO!" Ginny said, maybe a little too quickly, she couldn't imagine what would happen if they found out she was nursing their school enemy in her room, "He's incredibly sick and highly contagious! I've got him on quarentine. The only thing that would help would be if you had some potion to restore broken bones?"

"Sorry, no." Hermione said.

"You all should actually probably go now, I've been with him and I don't want to spread whatever he's got to you. Not to mention all the other diseases flying around this place."

"You sure Gin?" Ron asked, "We could stay, we don't mind."

"No, I think you'd better go."

"Alright, see you."

Ginny watched each of them apparate out until it was only Harry and her.

"Aren't you going to leave me?" Ginny asked bitterly.

Harry sighed, "Yes." and he apparated out.

Ginny bit her lip, wanting to cry, but went to the couch to sleep-she didn't feel very hungry anymore.

Draco

Draco dreamt of an angel. His angel. His guardian angel. She was small and had red hair, but she looked tired and sad. He assumed from trying to protect him. He was not an easy person to protect...not a person who even probably deserved to be protected. He wanted to apologize, but his mouth wouldn't work. Then his angel's hair flared up in flame and burned him. His dreams were once again dark.

Ginny-one week later.

Ginny walked up to her room to attend to Draco again. He hadn't woken, but his fever had improved and it was not so hard to feed him anymore. Plus, staying in bed and not moving was helping his broken bones to heal. Though it did not seem that he slept well, he would mumble in his sleep, often times it sounded like "Sorry." She wondered if he knew she was here and taking care of him? If he was apologizing to her?

Ginny opened the door and sat down on the bed next to Draco. She took the bowl of water she had brought up for him and put her hand in, then put it on his forehead. She smiled, his fever had broken over night. She got up and set the bowl down. Then she took the cup she left in the room and started to fill it up. That's when she heard him groan.

AN: Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to know what happens next? Sorry, you'll have to wait until the next chapter! Hm, I think I just might keep this one up. Maybe...maybe I'll finish this one? How would you like that? Please reveiw! I need two reveiws before I put up the next chapter.

Sorry if you don't like the story. I ask that if you don't like it, please don't tell me, just don't read it. I don't want any wars...I really hate those. I was in one once...I do not want to repeat it. But if you have any constructive critisism or complements or anything...please, I beg you to reveiw. Thanks!