Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I own Madison, Andre, and the plot.

Author Notes: I'm sorry! I feel like such a bad author having to apologize all the time. I really meant to have this thing up like a week ago but then I got stuck. You have no idea how much this happens! ACH! But I finished today and I am really proud of myself. I have almost certainly set myself up for a fast, great next chapter to write. And this one is not so bad if I have to say so myself. Anyways, thanks for always hanging in there guys!

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"Severus?" Dumbledore questioned, his eyes wide and concerned as he helped the bruised and bleeding man up from the floor. He guided him to a large black leather chair, which Snape gratefully sunk into, ignoring the sting in his ribs. Dumbledore walked swiftly over to the fireplace, grabbing his pot of Floo powder. "You should have gone to see Poppy first, Severus…"

"It's not that bad," Snape spat out, trying not to wince from the pain. Dumbledore turned briefly towards him, surveying him through his half moon glasses.

"This is the worst it's been, and you know it…" he said softly, before kneeling down and throwing a pinch of the dust into the fireplace, turning it emerald green. "Poppy's Office, Hospital Wing."

After a few moments, the elderly nurse's head popped into the hearth. "Albus, how can I help you?"

"Severus," Albus said simply. Poppy's light blue eyes scanned Dumbledore's office until they landed on the wounded man in the chair.

"Oh my," she said softly. "I'll be right there."

Albus nodded as she disappeared from the hearth, standing up and walking over to his desk.

"That was not necessary," Severus said weakly. Dumbledore simply fixed him with a look. A few seconds later, Madame Pomfrey popped into his office, carrying a large bag full of medicine.

"Oh my, this is the worst it's been," she said, immediately fussing over him. Snape glared at his headmaster, who simply looked onto the scene with curious eyes.

"Poppy, can we please hurry this up?" Severus complained through gritted teeth, as she had just bumped into his broken wrist. "There's a reason I came here first."

"My, don't we get crabby in the evenings," she said sarcastically. After a few minutes of patient waiting on Albus's part, intense pain on Severus's part, and undying concentration on Poppy's part, they were done.

"For Merlin's sake, he must have been furious tonight," Poppy said sadly, as she stood up with her bag, heading out the door.

"Thank you, Poppy," Dumbledore said politely from his desk. As soon as she had left, he turned towards Severus, who still looked like he was in a bit of pain. Severus up as straight as he could, ready to tell the story that Albus was readily awaiting.

"I was summoned shortly after dinner, on the way down to the dungeons. This time, when I Apparated, I arrived at this ancient, magnificent castle, I don't know where it was. I was one of the last to arrive and it was probably all for the better. Voldemort was irate and insane. Ranting on and on about extreme plans and cursing every Death Eater in sight. We were all cursed at least twice, some less than others. The more trusted were cursed the most. I think I was hit with the Cruicio about six times. I tried my best to pick up on what he was trying to say. I was convinced that this was another one of his pointless meetings until I heard a snippet of his conversation with his cloaked right-hand man."

Severus paused here, shaking his head slowly. He finally spoke, fear and stress embedded in his voice. "Albus, he knows the second half of the prophecy!"

Draco woke groggily, immediately sneezing. His eyes slowly opened, taking in the bright light shining from his window. He sneezed again, and rolled his eyes. Draco suddenly became queasy as he lifted his shaky hand to his forehead, confirming his belief.

"Oh fuck…"

Ginny had woken up without the use of her alarm clock this morning. She immediately stepped out of bed, looking out her window to find the entire school had been dumped with two feet of snow overnight. She smiled broadly, thinking of last night, at the beginning of the snowfall. She then proceeded to shower and get dressed in a pair of heavy light blue jeans and a thick, black turtleneck. She ran down the stairs, two at a time, to see a paler than usual Draco, sitting on the couch with a large mug of steaming black Columbian coffee. She quirked an eyebrow and walked over to him, just as he sneezed.

"Draco?" She asked curiously. He turned to look at her.

"I'm fine," he said quickly. Ginny smirked as she made her way over to him.

"I never asked you if you were okay," she said with a sly grin. He sighed and let his head fall back as his realized his mistake. She took that opportunity to lay her hand on his burning forehead. She smiled and pointed her finger towards his bedroom. "Bed."

"Wow, Gin, I didn't think you were like that..." He said suggestively, not budging from his spot. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Amazing how you manage to stay sarcastic all day long, even with a fever of over 100 degrees," she said with a shake of her head. She rested her hands on her hips, doing an incredible mimic of her mother. "Now, I believe I told you to get in bed."

He glared at her as he stood up. "This is ridiculous Gin."

However, his body said differently as he sneezed again. Gin raised an eyebrow as he glared again.

"Fine, but I'm brining the coffee," he said defiantly, as he snatched the lukewarm mug off of the table. Ginny simply grinned as he made his way to his room, muttering all the way.

Ten minutes later, Draco was in his room, sitting under three comforters and Ginny was back with a goblet and a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup. He raised an eyebrow at the latter.

"Chicken noodle soup?" He questioned. Ginny just nodded and smiled.

"It's what my mum used to make us when we were sick. It's rather good," she said, setting the plate before him. He set in, suddenly feeling extremely hungry as the aroma filed his nose. He then noticed the goblet.

"Don't tell me that's medicine," he said with a slight groan.

"It's just Pepperup! Honestly Draco!" she said, folding her arms.

"Has anyone told you that you're extremely bossy when you're taking care of the ill?" He said with a slight smirk.

"Has anyone told you that you're not as intimidating when you're sick?" she countered. He raised an eyebrow, finishing his soup and setting down his spoon.

"Touché," he said with a proud smirk. "You've learned so much from me."

"You are the best at your art of being arrogant, sarcastic, and evil," she said with a smile, spelling away the dirty dish. She then pointed to the goblet and Draco's smirk immediately dropped to a scowl. Reluctantly, he picked up the goblet, downing it with a sour expression. Almost immediately, he began to feel the now familiar woozy sensation wash over him.

"Ginny…" he said accusingly.

"Sorry, it was Madame Pomfrey's orders," she said apologetically, as she blew him a kiss as he drifted off to sleep. Ginny smiled and walking over to the now sleeping Draco, stroked him softly on the forehead. She then proceeded to head down the stairs, thinking she should let the group know that they would not be joining them today.

Draco blinked against the light as he woke up, taking a hand to cover his eyes. He pulled his clock towards him, before throwing it down again. 7:05 PM. He shook his head. That must have been a really strong potion, having knocked him out for eight hours. He slowly stood up, stretching, suddenly noticing that his fever was broken and he wasn't sneezing anymore. Smiling, he made his way towards his bathroom for a nice long shower.

Ginny returned back from the library at a quarter past seven. She had been there almost all day, trying to finish up all her holiday homework. The hours had drifted by and she hadn't even realized how late it was until Madison came in. She realized then that Draco would have finally woken and instantly felt guilty for leaving him alone. She dropped her books and started on her way up the stairs up to his room. She was rather startled to see Draco absent from his bed. Draco however took that moment to walk out the shower with only a thick white towel hung loosely around his waist. Ginny's head immediately went blank, as she dropped her jaw in a rather unladylike way. She could only stare. Tiny droplets of water rolled down his chiseled white chest, disappearing into the dangerously low towel. He ran another smaller towel through his platinum hair, causing small drops of water to drip down to his drenched chest.

"Oh hey, Gin," he said casually, walking over to her, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. She still stood perfectly still, her mouth still hanging. Draco smirked, reaching up an arm and gently shutting it. "Like what you see?"

Ginny seemed to wake up from her dream and immediately clapped a hand over her eyes and twisted around, so that was facing away from him.

"I am so sorry…" she began.

"No problem," he said with a bigger smirk, as he wrapped his arms around her waist from the back. She immediately drew in a sharp breath, realizing where he was standing.

"Maybe you should put some clothes on," she said, biting her bottom lip as she futilely tried to pull away.

"Maybe not," he said suggestively. He was enjoying this…

"I'll tell you what. I'll just be in the common room and you can join me when you feel like getting dressed…" she said, nodding her head, as if convincing herself. She felt Draco drop his arms from her waist and nearly ran out of the room.

Draco however, watched her retreating back, smiling in amusement. Shaking his head in silent laughter, he padded over to his closet.

Ginny meanwhile, in somewhat of a daze, had rested herself on the couch. Her mind was reeling in a thousand thoughts. Images flashed through her mind, though they seemed to only be only of a single water droplet rolling down her boyfriend's incredible chest. Come on… Snap out of it… Then she realized, she didn't want to snap out of it… She let out a small whine. What are you afraid of? Maybe the fact that she was still a virgin…

Draco, always the master of inappropriate timings, chose that moment to come parading in, sending yet another image through her head. This time, though, he was clothed… Too bad, Ginny's inner voice whispered… She took this opportunity to groan. Draco looked onto her internal battle with a smile on his face. Ginny finally seemed to notice Draco was there and jumped in surprise.

"I didn't realize you were there," she said, standing up and heading towards her bag.

"I see," he said, giving her a slightly skeptical look.

"I brought dinner…" she said with smile, setting it down on the table. Draco immediately joined her.

"Good… I am famished…" he said with a smile.

After dinner, the two sat on the couch by the hearth, in a comfortable silence. But Draco could tell there was something bothering Ginny, when he leaned in to kiss her, and she smiled hesitantly and pulled away.

"Gin, what's the matter?" He whispered, wrapping his arm tighter around her.

"It's nothing really," she said with an unconvincing smile.

"Please tell me…" He persisted. She sighed and looked up at him.

"It's just that today was sort of…" she began before trailing off. He then nodded his head in understanding.

"Oh Ginny. I know exactly what you're thinking…" he said softly. "But I'd never pressure you into anything you weren't ready for…"

"Thank you Draco," she said softly, kissing him on the lips.

"Always Gin," he said with a smile.

"I think I'll call it a night…" Ginny said with a yawn.

"Yeah, I'll need my energy for shopping with you girls…" Draco commented. Ginny lightly slapped him on the shoulder. She gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"I love you Draco…" she whispered.

"I love you too…" he replied against her lips. With a final kiss, she left up the stairs to her room. Draco watched her leave before turning to his own set of stairs. After lying down in his cool silk sheets, his last thought was on the miracle that was Ginny.

Ginny too lay in her bed, consumed in thoughts and images, much like earlier, but this time, in two different ways. On one side of her head, the image of Draco's gorgeous stomach flashed through her head a billion times, making her lick her lips in want. She kept seeing him, with his amazing body, feathery soft hair. On the other side were her emotions. She could see Draco, his soft eyes and smile whenever he would look at her. The knotting in her stomach when she'd see him. She turned over in her bed and looked up at her ceiling. She made a decision at that moment. Draco was the only man she loved and would ever love. And she was going to give herself to him. On Christmas.