Chapter Ten: Help

Ginny fell asleep from exaustion. It didn't seem like Draco had internal bruises but she couldn't be sure. But the external wounds wouldn't stop bleeding and she had no means to do something better than what she had already done. She had been trying to save the life of the man who would kill as soon as his mind told him to for sevral hours.

She couldn't remember when she had fallen asleep and she wasn't sure what woke her up. She got up and stretched.

"No! No! Please forgive me, I swear it wasn't my fault... I didn't do it..."

Ginny looked at the man that was lying by her side. He was screaming and twisting. It looked like he was having a nightmare.

"No, father, please, I didn't... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he started screaming so loud that it seemed that he was under the Cruciatus Curse.

And then it stoped. Instead of screaming, he was crying. Draco Malfoy didn't seem the cruel man Ginny knew. He was looking like a scared child. Ginny felt something close to pitty. She sat by his side and she wanted to hug him. She looked at his pale face than looked everything but evil. She put her hand over his forehead. He was sweating and he was too hot. It looked like he hav a fever. She caressed his face and then took her hand away from his face quickly. What was happening to her? That man would hurt her as soon as he got better and she caressing his face? Ginny got away from him. She had been locked for so long that she was feeling the need of closeness with humans but she would not let herself get near Draco Malfoy.

Ginny closed her eyes. He was still crying and soabing. That cry was becoming agonizing to her. She wanted him to stop. It was hurting her. She wanted to cry too, she was missing her mother, she missed her brothers and she missed Harry, his warmth, his words, his voice, his breath, his touch, his hug, how she missed his kiss.

She praid that Malfoy would just stop but it didn't work. He was still crying and soabing. Now and then he would murmur something she couldn't understand. Ginny wanted to know what he was dreaming.

A few hours later, he stoped. Ginny felt relief and sat next to him. She was about to put her hand in his forehead once again but stoped her hand in middle air, unsure if she should help that man. Something caught her attention. Under Draco was somethin she hadn't seen before. A Muggle would say it was just branch but Ginny had hope it was something else. She tried to reach what seemed to be Draco's wand.

She was almost there when a strong hand caught her neck hard, almost suffocating her.

"Looking for this Weasley?

"N...No!" Ginny could hardly speak.

"Think I'm stupid?" he said tightening a bit more his grip. "You really think I would come here like this and bring a fucking wand with me so you could get away from here?" he said before pushing her. She fell on the floor and Draco got up. "It's just a piece of wood!"

"But how did you got here?"

"Oh please! You know wand only help you to control magic, if you can control your magic you don't need a wand!"

"Who did that to you Malfoy?"

"You have nothing to do with it!"

"Was it someone from the Order?"

"No, it wasn't someone from the Order! No one there his powerfull enough to face me!"

"Was it Voldemort?"

"Weasley are you deaf or do you like to suffer?

"Sorry!"

"You should be watch out your mouth!"

"You seem better! Are you leaving?"

"You wish, but no! I'm staying here a bit longer!"

"You cried while you were sleeping and you were asking your father to forgive you! What were you dreaming?" Ginny asked quietly, affraid of what he might do but her curiosity was stronger. Draco's eyes became empty, as if he was closed inside himself.

"It wan's a dream!"

"You were yealling too! What was it?"

Draco said nothing. He was lost somewhere inside his dark mind. He stood like that for sevral moments. But then, as if he woke up from a transe, he looked at Ginny with a murderous gaze.

"You have nothing to do with it! I said it before and I'll say it again: it wuld be better if you control your curiosity because I can't control my will to kill!

Far away from the dungeon, a dark and messed haired man, with a scar in shape of a lightening in his forehead and a fire haired man with freckles over his nose waited, outside a hold and shady house, that someone opened the door.

"I still don't get why we need Snape!"

"He knows Malfoy better than anyone!"

They heard someone unlocking the door. A dark and oily haired man appeard in front of them. The years had passed over Snape. He was older but whiser and more powerfull. However, it was still hard for Harry to trust him. Tha man was responsible for dumbledore's death and though there were proofs that Dumbledore had begged Snape to kill him, Harry just couldn't trust him. But only Snape could help him.

"Potter, Weasley! I wasn't waiting you to come here this late!" Snape said.

"We need to talk, Snape! It's about Malfoy."

"I was waiting for this Potter. Come in!"

Bought man got inside the house, followed by Snape. The living room was decorated in shades of dark green and black.