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"Ok Malfoy, I'm going to take the spell off now. Behave yourself or I'll hit you with another Bat-Bogey Hex!"

Ginny released him and prepared herself for trouble… Draco did nothing; he just sat there staring ahead.

"Malfoy, are you ok? Look you know I had to do it, imagine how you'd feel if a suspected enemy suddenly turned up at one of your bases."

Draco sighed heavily "Look Weasley, I'm used to being a captive now, if you'd forgotten… I don't really care much what happens to me any more. Just heal me so your buddies can throw me out of here without feeling bad."

"Sarcastic as ever Malfoy. Fine I'll heal you up but we can't just let you go. I know you aren't a murderer and I'm guessing you're not going to go running back into the arms of Voldemort but that doesn't mean I trust you. We will need to make sure you don't pose a threat before you can leave."

Draco sighed again "fine, it's not as if I have anywhere to rush off to right this second anyway. Do your worst."

Ginny was shocked at how little fight he seemed to have in him. Where was the spoiled arrogant boy she was expecting? Ok he was still sarcastic, haughty and rude but there was no real force to his words. Maybe he'd be back to his obnoxious self once he was healed and rested.

She healed his wounds with a few simple spells and scourgified most of the blood away; all that was left to show the sorry state he'd been in was a few stains on his clothes.

"I'm going to make up a simple healing draught. Your wounds are all fine now but you lost a lot of blood and from the sound of it your body needs all the help it can get after being practically starved." She busied herself mixing a potion from many vials tucked neatly in the desk in the corner.

"Here drink this, it will make you feel better I promise."

"Are you sure it's not poison Weasel?" Draco muttered, downing it in one go before Ginny had a chance to answer. "Not that I care if it is but I doubt you'd go to all this bother just to poison me. Even someone who hates me as much a you dooo." Draco's head nodded a couple of times "whatchoo given me weassseel?" he mumbled almost incoherently.

"I just added a little bit of a sleeping draught to the mixture. I figured you'd need the rest, you look like hell."

"Feel like I've gone there and can't... can't... escape." managed Draco before succumbing to the potion.

Ginny watched his chest moving lightly and was happy that she hadn't given him too large a dose. That should keep him out for the whole night, she thought feeling satisfied. Pomfry was good at judging potions but Ginny just seemed to naturally know how much to give a patient. She sat at the desk and started sorting through and filling up any empty bottles, then once she was satisfied everything was in order she accioed herself a blanket and started reading some study papers. Even with a war on I have to keep up with my studies, as if I don't have enough to think about. Actually Ginny was more than happy to keep herself occupied. If not then she would start thinking about Harry and how he'd finished their relationship before it had properly begun. She understood why but it didn't stop her feeling rejected. Hermione could go with him but not her... Still she was playing her part now and he couldn't stop her. It seemed pointless to just sit back and do nothing when any help could help them win this war. What good is hiding when it may all go wrong and I could be killed anyway? No, she was a fighter and was going to show him that, even if everyone did try their hardest to keep her away from danger.

She was just about to start a new essay when she heard a low moan from the bed. He can't be awake; I never get my doses wrong. Cautiously she walked over to the bed and heard him groan "No don't. You can't, I'm telling you to stop. STOP." he screamed.

She held his shoulders lightly "you're ok now, you're safe here."

Draco threw his arms around her tightly; Ginny was too shocked to react but realised he was still asleep when he muttered "Mother, you're safe… I thought they. I couldn't... you're ok though." He relaxed and lay back down still grasping her hand. His breathing went back to normal and he fell once again into a deep sleep.

Ginny sat there not knowing what to do or think. She couldn't help but notice how warm his hands had been, the room wasn't hot but she could still feel the warmth from where his hands had grasped her. It was strange but she'd always imagined him to be cold. She checked him for fever but he seemed fine. Ginny sighed softly, she couldn't take her hand back from him now. She felt achingly sorry for him, knowing that she couldn't bring his mother to comfort him, wondering how she would ever be able to cope should anything happen to her own Mother.

Ginny conjured a chair and prepared to sleep sitting, and not for the first time either. As she nodded off she considered the events of the last few hours. While she still didn't trust Malfoy and was undeniably wary of what he was capable of, she was definitely considering him in a different light.