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A/N(April 18, 2007): Once again I am very sorry for not updating sooner. I've actually had this chapter ready in my notebook for about 2 months now just been too lazy or forgotten to type it. Been going through some stuff, nothing serious, just homesick and blah blah blah. I'm going back home though this summer so I'm super excited about that. But anywayz. This is a nice long chapter. Well not really but compared to the others it is.

And also thank you to my wonderful reviewers. Thanks to you guys will be at the bottom!

CHAPTER 8

Both Ginny and Ron turned to see Draco Malfoy standing in the doorway. He looked strangely exhausted, and not angry as usual. Ron, on the other hand, was livid. "What the fuck are you doing here Malfoy?" he said standing up, his hands balled into fists.

Ginny didn't say anything, she just looked tired and confused.

Malfoy smirked. "I'm here because I need a cut healed" he said, looking right at Ginny. Ginny's eyes went wide at the word cut and she felt herself shudder. Malfoy noticed her reaction and held up his pointer finger. "No worries! It's just a paper cut" he said, still smirking.

Ron took a few steps closer to Malfoy. "Then get the fuck out of her room and get it healed."

Draco grinned and held up his hands in mock innocence. "I just came by here to see how the patient was doing. Seeing as I was the one to find her I have been very concerned." It was actually true but Draco didn't need them to know that, hence the sarcasm.

Ron was getting angrier by the second. "Yea right! You are so full of shit Malfoy. Now get the hell out!"

Malfoy ignored him and took a step closer to the girl in the bed. "So how are you feeling Ginevra?" Ron snorted, despite himself, at the sound of Malfoy saying her full name. Draco ignored him and continued. "You know, you almost didn't make it. It scares me to think about what might have happened had I not gotten there when I did" he said, remembering to keep his voice at a slightly sarcastic tone.

Ginny just looked at him, trying to figure out if he was being serious or not. Well, either way, she still wanted to thank him. So, what better time then now. She gulped and took a nervous breath before starting. "I'm feeling much better then when I first woke up Malfoy, thanks." She saw Ron frown and then glanced at Malfoy. He was watching her with an unreadable expression.

After a slight pause he gave a slight nod. "That's good" he said blankly.

Ginny took a deep breath and continued. "Malfoy, I want to, umm," she stopped to catch her breath and he raised his eyebrows. She continued quickly, trying to get the words out as fast as possible. "I want to thank you for carrying me out of the bathroom that day. You saved my life. If it weren't for you I wouldn't have gotten a second chance at life. Technically my third chance—But, the point is I'm just so thankful."

Draco felt a slight smile on his lips. What the fuck. He put on a serious blank expression. "Don't be, I would have done the same for anyone, as would you" he said looking up and meeting her eyes.

Ginny smiled, "Yes, I'm sure you would." She dropped her eyes to study her scabbed wrists, and continued quietly. "They told me you tied cloth around my wrists, to slow the bleeding, and that it really made a big difference" she finished, looking back up at him.

Draco just shrugged, "Like I said, I would have done it for anyone." He tried to sound annoyed, and hoped it didn't sound fake.

Apparently not, because Ginny nodded slowly with a forced smile, "Yes, I know." She glanced at Ron, as if giving him permission to speak.

Ron stepped forward, his arms across his chest, looking mad, "Don't you have a paper cut that needs healing?"

Draco gave him a long look and then nodded with a smirk. Then he turned to Ginny "Take care of yourself. You don't have it as bad as you think you do." And, with that he turned and left the room, leaving a surprised Ginny and a very annoyed Ron.

After he was gone Ron closed the door with an annoyed sigh. "Finally! I thought he would never leave! I'm sorry you had to deal with him so soon."

Ginny shook her head, "No, no, it's fine" she said absently, feeling confused. Ron nodded slightly and sat back down and continued with his homework.

Draco slowly walked away from Ginny's room and headed over to Madam Pomfrey's office. She wasn't there. He sighed and sat down on the floor in front of her office. He could really go for a joint or a hit of something right now. His mind was painfully clear, clearer than it had been in a long time. Oh well, at least he could still smoke cigs. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a box of cigarettes. Quickly, he popped one between his lips, lit it with a match, and inhaled deeply. Ahhh, much better. He didn't know why he had come to see Ginny. He told himself it was to piss off the Weasel. But, another part of him knew he'd needed to see for himself that Ginny was actually ok.

Since when did he think of her as Ginny?

"Malfoy, what do you think you are doing?" An angry voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked up slowly into the annoyed face of Madame Pomfrey who glowered over him with her hands on her hips.

"Umm, waiting for you to come back, Madame?" he said innocently.

She reached down and grabbed the cigarette out of his hands and stomped it out on the floor with her heel. He stood up, reluctantly, and said slowly "I have a paper cut. Could you please heal it?"

She glared at him for a moment before practically shouting "Smoking in school is strictly forbidden! How many times do I and the staff have to tell you this?!"

Draco sighed. "I really do have a paper cut" he said, holding up his finger to show her.

She just shook her head. "This means a week of detention for you Malfoy. You can report back here at 8:00 tonight."

Draco frowned, annoyed "Fine, now can you heal my finger?"

"No! Now get out!" Madame Pomfrey shouted.

Draco scowled at her before he turned and walked away. This was just great, now he had less time for homework and studying. And, not to mention all the essays he had to catch up on. Twenty for Potions, fifteen for Transfiguration, five for Charms, and thirty-six for History of Magic. Oh dear.

Later that night, at 7:30, Draco sat in his room working on the second of his twenty Potions essays. He glanced at his watch and put down his quill. "I guess detention is good for one thing" he said to himself, getting up and taking a joint from it's hiding place. He lit it up and breathed in deeply. Now that was more like it. He hadn't had any all day, which was much too long. He lay back in bed and enjoyed the joint until it was time to go to detention.

As he walked into the Hospital Wing, Madame Pomfrey looked up and frowned at him "Do I smell what I think I smell?"

Draco gave her an easy grin "Come on now, I can't help what my roommates do."

She didn't look like she believed him but she dropped the subject. "First, you are going to put fresh sheets on all these beds" she said, waving her hands towards many of unoccupied beds in the room. Malfoy had to suppress a groan. "And, then" she continued, "you can go check on Ms. Weasley, see if there's anything she needs." Draco nodded slowly. His head was a bit wobbly.

Madame Pomfrey gave him one last glare before retreating to her office. Malfoy glanced at all the beds. He hated changing sheets, it was Muggle labor. It was really ridiculous because he could do it with magic and be done in a second. But, Madame Pomfrey could see him, so he couldn't do that. He walked over to the first bed and quickly pulled off the sheets. Then the next bed, and then the next. He did his work quickly because he really wanted to go see Ginny. Hopefully stupid Weasel wasn't there anymore. Draco really was not in the mood to deal with him. When he'd finished the last bed he walked over to Ginny's room and walked right in.

She was lying in bed, reading what looked like a text book. She jumped when he walked in and looked partly angry and partly scared. She gulped and said timidly "Next time, could you please knock?"

Draco smirked, "I'll try to remember" he said. Ginny watched him suspiciously but didn't say anything. "So, I'm here to check up on you. I've been so worried I couldn't concentrate on my homework" he said, still smirking.

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Come on, I'm not that stupid!"

Draco laughed, "Ok, I was kidding, I could care less how you're doing—" Was it just him or did Ginny's face fall a little just then? "I'm actually here serving my detention from Madam Pomfrey" he finished with a grim smile.

Ginny smiled, "I see. So what did you get detention for?" she asked curiously.

Draco shrugged, bored, "She caught me smoking when I was here earlier today."

Ginny's eyebrows flew up and the smile left her face "You smoke?"

Draco yawned and shrugged, "Yeah, so? Everyone does it, it's better than doing drugs." Ok, so he did drugs as well, but she didn't know that, did she?

Ginny frowned, "Actually, there are very many people who don't."

Draco rolled his eyes, "Your friends Sandi Summers and Tammi Winters do."

Ginny glared at him. "They are not my friends" she said venomously.

Draco frowned "Sure you are. You guys and those other two, Elena and Jana."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I think I would know who I was friends with better than you. And besides, that was last year."

Draco frowned. He must have been really stoned these past few months to not notice these things. He heard Ginny clear her throat and snapped out of his thoughts "What?"

Ginny rolled her eyes again "I said, can you please do whatever you were sent here to do?"

Malfoy nodded "Yes, so is there anything you need? Water, food, some good dope, or…" he smirked, "a knife maybe?" Ginny's face paled and she looked like she was going to cry. "Kidding!" he said, rolling his eyes.

Ginny glared at him and said "What I need is for you to leave!"

Draco shrugged "Fine, the sooner I can get away from you the better." He turned and started to leave.

"Wait!" he heard her say, and he turned around and grinned. "Can you ask Madame Pomfrey to bring me some water?" she said, looking mad at herself for speaking.

Malfoy smirked, "Oh no, I will bring it to you myself."

He went and got it but when he came back she was already asleep. He sighed and left her room, quietly shutting the door behind him. He walked over to Madame Pomfrey who sat in her office. "So, I'm all done now. Ginny Weasley is asleep now. So can I go?"

Madame Pomfrey frowned at him, "How is Miss Weasley doing?"

Malfoy shrugged, "Just fine." And then on an impulse said "She actually wanted to know how soon she can get out of here?"

"I think she can go at the end of the week."

Malfoy nodded "Oh, ok." Great, just great. Now he'd probably have to see Ginny every night.

"You may leave now, Mr. Malfoy" Madame Pomfrey said warily. "I'll see you again tomorrow night, same time. Do not be late!"

"Yes Madame." Draco said hurrying away.

As soon as he was in his room he instinctively reached into his pocket for his cigs. As he put one between his lips he remembered the look of disgust in Ginny's face. He took it out and studied it, then rolled his eyes "Eh, whatever" he muttered and put it back in.

A/N: Yay so glad I finally updated this. Yes so not sure when the next chapter will be up as I havn't even written it yet. I'm a bit stuck right now. I know what I want but I'm not sure how to get there at the moment. But yes so stay tuned.

So I'm always worried I'm making Draco too nice or ooc. Or that Ron and Ginny are being too nice to him. Any opinions?

JulieMalfoyZabini: Hey thanks very much! Yes I know I don't have the best spelling and grammar. I think the beginning chapters of this the grammar might be worse and more typos. Some time soon I'm planning to edit those for typos and stuff. But yea thanks!

helxyouxcloser: thanks!

Resentment: lol yea I guess they should like suspect him, there is no proof if it wasn't him except that he brought her to the hospital. But yea lol him doing it is for sure a rumor. Thanks!

Yuki Asao: Hey thanks I know my chapters are short. I'm trying to get them longer. This one is longer then most of the previous ones, I think.