A/N:

Gosh, I posted this chapter under the wrong story! Not good. I hope this turns out alright. If it doesn't I'm sory!

harrypotterchick4ever- Thank you soo much for reveiwing! My first reveiw! And don't worry, more information about what happened before this will come...in time...hehe! I love time, it's a wonderful thing, don't you think?

...sorry, I'm feeling a bit hyper this morning.

Disclaimer: I don't own J. K. R.'s stuff.

-Sick House-

Ginny hurried over to Draco, "Are you okay?" she asked quietly.

"I'm sorry..." Draco mumbled, he could finally speak to his angel. ...but then, she wasn't an angel. He knew the girl who was leaning over him right now... "Ginny?"

"Yes, it's Ginny." She was a little puzzled as to why he called her 'Ginny', hadn't he always called her family Weasle? But this was not the time to worry about that. "How are you feeling?"

Draco tried to sit up, then winced, "Bad."

"You've got a few broken ribs and a broken leg. Your wrist's sprained and you've got some nasty cuts all over. And you were just sick until recently. You're fever just broke over night."

Draco looked at Ginny suspiciously, "Why'd you save me? Why are you here?"

Ginny bit her lip, "I saw you...fighting against You-Know-Who's army...I didn't know it was you...not until later. But then, I just took you back." Draco was about to say something, but Ginny stopped him, "No more talk, you need to eat." Then she dissapeared out of the room. A few minutes later she came back in with a tray and eggs and bacon...it made his mouth water. "Eat." Ginny commanded, and Draco willingly obeyed.

"Now," Ginny said, when Draco had finished eating, "I need to go take care of my other patients. You need to sleep. If you need anything, just call, I'll hear. I'll be back later to check and see how you're doing."

Draco nodded, unable to say anything, for sleep was once again taking over, and Ginny was gone.

-later

Draco woke up and no light streamed through the window. He realized that he needed to use the restroom, so he decided to get up and find it. He didn't need to wake Ginny did he? So he ignored the pain as he sat up and turned around, then he put his feet on the ground and stood up...

...and fell back down. He hit the ground with a loud thump he bit his lip to keep himself from screaming. Tears came to his eyes and he felt incrdibly stupid.

"Draco, what are you doing?"

Draco looked up, Ginny was in the door way. She was in her pajamas and looked tired, but was also glaring at him angrily.

-In all truth, Ginny wasn't really glaring at him, or angry at all, she was trying not to laugh. Here in front of her was Draco Malfoy sitting on the floor, looking utterly lost and confused and in much pain. Okay, so that pain wasn't really funny, but she had never pictured what he would look like sitting on the floor before, much less in his pajamas.

Draco blushed, "Where's the bathroom?"

"Come on," Ginny went over to him and helped him up. She supported him surprisingly easily. She had grown a lot stronger-having to carry some of her patients that were not always light-and Draco had lost a lot of weight, not eating for a week and suffering from some kind of sickness. Ginny led him down the hallway carefully and when they reached the bathroom, she helped him grab onto the counter so he wouldn't fall again and lit the lights. Then she closed the door to leave Draco to his bussiness.

"You're hungry." She said when he came back out.

"Yeah."

"I'll help you back to bed and then I'll bring you up something."

"No," Draco argued, "Just get me to the kitchen and then I can make something myself and you can go back to sleep."

Ginny looked at him a minute, "Fine, I'll bring you down to the kitchen, but I'll do the cooking. And I don't need sleep, I wasn't recently sick."

Draco sighed, he was too tired to argue right now. Ginny lifted her wand and did a levetation charm and brought Draco down the stairs.

"What're you doing?" Draco complained.

"I'm bringing you down stairs, I may be strong, but I don't was to risk you falling down and making it worse for yourself."

Draco felt incredibly stupid as Ginny levetated him to the kitchen table, but she seemed quite used to it.

"How long have you been doing this?" Draco asked, when Ginny was busy preparing dinner for him, "Working at this sick house I mean."

Ginny sighed, "Too long. I wish I didn't have to, I'd much rather be fighting."

Draco looked at Ginny, slightly confused, "Then why don't you?"

"Because Harry, Hermione, and my stupid brothers decided that I'd be safer working some sick house rather than fighting. They put a restraint on my wand so I can only do healing spells, defensive spells, and I convinced them to allow convenience spells."

"They just did that? Without asking permission?" Potter's name always made Draco's blood boil, but this was low even for him.

"Yes, they stole it while I was sleeping and tampered with it. It was hell for them the next morning when I found out...I'd have killed them if there hadn't been a restraint on my wand!"

Draco couldn't help but laugh, but it turned into a groan.

"Careful, you don't need more pressure against your broken bones."

Draco nodded. He wondered what he was doing here. With this blood traitor. Wait Draco, you don't think like that anymore...not now. He felt bad...the way he had treated Ginny. Maybe not Potter yet, but definately Ginny.

"Could I ask you a question?" Ginny asked, bringing Draco out of his thoughts.

"Sure."

"...Why? Why'd you leave You-Know-Who? What happened?"

Draco sighed, he did not want to tell her this. Sure she had been being nice to him and helping him...but he still did not want to tell her of The Dark Lord.

Ginny saw a sad look in his eyes, "Nevermind, you're tired and hungry." She got his food out of the oven and set it in front of him. Then she went to tidy up the kitchen.

As Draco ate, he thought about what Ginny had asked him...what had happened...

Flashback

"Draco!"

"Hello father."

"Did you get it?"

"No."

"And why not?" his teeth were clentched together.

"Because I'm not a murderer."

He sneered, "Really, you're going to have to think up a better excuse for the Dark Lord than that. You are a Death Eater. You are not afraid to kill."

"No..."

"Now are you going to get the fucking locket?"

"I still don't understand why he wants a locket."

"It is not for you to question the Dark Lord!"

"So that means that I have to get it from that person. And I have to murder that person."

"Yes."

"Fine."

Draco watched as his father left the room. A single tear rolled down his cheek. He wasn't going to become a murderer now. Not a murderer of innocents at least. He had thought that it would be cool...to follow in his father's footsteps. To be a loyal servant of the Dark Lord. But it was hell. And he wouldn't put up with it. He'd go somewhere out of the way. Some small town, maybe in Ireland? Yes, he heard they were having some troubles taking over Ireland. So he'd go to Ireland. Not to some R.A.B. person with a locket.

End Flashback

Draco was done eating and had fallen asleep, still in the chair. She smiled, he hardly looked like the conceited jerk that had annoyed her through school. Now he looked like an innocent boy of nineteen that was exhasted. Wow, already three years had gone by since she had decided not to go back to Hogwarts for her sixth year. Three whole years. She couldn't decide whether they passed by quickly or not. She had always been busy, those three years, but they were tedious. Caring for the sick and wounded, getting visits from friends about once every few months. Some friends, they probably forgot about her until they heard 'Ireland' and then go 'Oh yeah, I remember, we sent a redhead to Ireland to work the sick house...who was she? Oh dammit! Her name's Ginny! She's only best friend's/my sister!'

Tears fell from Ginny's eyes as she levetated Draco back to bed. They fell and they would not stop. Afte she had Draco back in bed, she collapsed on the floor and cried hard for the first time in about three years. She heard Draco moving in his bed, but she did not bother to look, she was too busy brooding over what had happened.

He loved me, he left me, they all shipped me off to Ireland, I'm here, and I'm begining to enjoy talking to my former enemy more than to my family or friends. What the hell is wrong with this picture? I don't even know how far Harry is on the horocruxes, or if Weasley's Wizard Weezes is still open, or what's happening/ed to Hogwarts, or if mum and dad are even still alive! I'm sure they update them if I'm alive regularly, but me? No, I don't need to even know that! All I need to know is that I'm going to be stuck in this sick house forever. Harry's not coming back for me after the war. He doesn't love me anymore.

But that got Ginny thinking. Did she even love Harry anymore? She cried some more and fell asleep on the floor.

Draco-sleeping

Draco dreamt of the angel. His angel. His guardian angel. She was on the floor, crying. Crying for him? No, she seemed happy for him...crying for something else. Why was she crying? He longed to go to her, comfort his guardian angel, but he could not move. He was stuck, his mouth would not work. But then, how would he have comforted her anyway? As far as he was concerned, he'd probably only been trouble. Not comfort. Poor angel. Poor, poor, guardian angel. If I was an angel, Draco thought, I would not want to look after me.

A/N: ALRIGHT! So there's a little on what's happened to the both of them. I'd love to say it's been more interesting than that in three years, but they were both fairly isolated. But don't worry. More is to come. When I switch over to the Golden Trio and the twins. REVEIW! Please, I'm begging you! I'm going to forget that, 'I'm not posting until I get however many reveiws' thing because it takes wayy too long. So here's the second chapter, enjoy.