Author's note: Hey people, this will be sort of a Draco POV...except not, because it's in third person...but he will be the main character...And the two of them will be interacting more...hopefully, knowing me it will not happen :P:P
Chapter 6
Dumbledore, Madam Pomfrey and Snape were all standing around the boy's bed, they were arguing over what course of action needed to be done under the present circumstances. After five minutes of argue, they agreed that they could only wait until the boy had woken up.
They stood there looking at the now sleeping, form of Draco until they heard the shouts outside the room.
Then came the banging on the door to the hospital wing. The three staff had locked it for a little privacy. The knocking sounded urgent and almost frantic.
"MADAM POMFREY? ARE YOU THERE?" Came the cries of one of the Hogwarts student. "PLEASE LET US IN!" Dumbledore hurried over and unlocked the door; it practically nailed him in the face, because three students barreled into the room. The three of them we carrying the body of a red haired girl, and sadly, Dumbledore already knew who it was. They ran over and placed her on the bed closest to them without even bothering to ask. They seemed oblivious to the sleeping body of Draco.
"We found her at the bottom of the divination tower! One of the portraits came running down the halls yelling and so we followed it and found her, she was bleeding and her bones seemed out of joint! So we healed her as best we could and brought her here immediately!" Said the one who had apparently been yelling at the door. She told her explanation quickly and without hesitation. They were all looking at the slightly disfigured shape of Ginny's body, until she gave a loud groan and attempted to turn onto her side. This got everyone back into action, as Madam Pomfrey went about cleaning wounds and healing the smaller ones, then Snape went to the potions cupboard and got out healing potions and bone salve. Then Professor Dumbledore took the three students aside and started asking questions.
"Now what are all your names?" He said looking kindly at them, seeing that they were visibly shaken.
"Melissa Flint." Said the one who did most of the talking. Unlike her brother, her teeth were immaculately straight and her face was visibly less gaunt.
"Anna Bullstrode." Said the short, yet lean one of the three, with her dark brown, almost black eyes.
"Kate Vella." Said the noticeably taller one, with straight black hair pulled into a neat bun at the back. Each one of these girls, Dumbledore noticed, were all in Slytherin. Dumbledore had a feeling things were going to be changing this year, the house unity was growing between the Slytherins and certain Gryffindors. "Is she going to be alright? I heard that she was in here earlier yesterday!" Asked Kate looking generally concerned.
"Well I am sure she will be absolutely fine, now since I know you three could only have been in the vicinity if you weren't in you class, so I am going to give you a note, and you will take it to your class where you are supposed to be." He said, smiling.
They all stared at him blankly for a moment, before accepting his note and leaving quickly. He looked down at the now cleaned up and sleeping girl, and sighed a sad sigh. He then left his two staff members to finish up their work.
They quickly rubbed the bone salve on all the possible brakes they saw, causing the bones to shift back into place and/or move back together. Once they were actually finished with everything, Madam Pomfrey broke the silence.
"This poor girl, she had been in here three times, and the first week is only half over. And two of these times she was "accompanied" by this young man. And look at this poor boy, he could have died had her and Mr. Creevy not found him." she said, with unshed tears gleaming in her eyes.
"Something strange is going on, in the past few days, these two have been in situations that no one could have ever predicted. It's like there lives have turned upside down. I think I'm going to stay here for a while longer, I already have a replacement for my class, no point coming in halfway through." Said the normally composed teacher. Madam Pomfrey took that as her leave.
Snape was always a closed off man. He had always been that way, from his parenting and his previous occupation. In his entire life, he had let a grand total of three people into his emotional covering: His mother, Draco and Draco's mother. Of course, over the years he had grown rather fond of the little Weasley (A.N. not in a pedophilic type way.--), and funnily enough, she was one of his best students he has had in a long time. Of course he could never tell, or show it, but over the years, he watched as she drew farther and farther back. She suffered in her first year more than anyone could have imagined and he could see the pain in her eyes. She was like him in a few ways, she would mask her emotions and she would always have a strong face, even when things were wrong. Many people would never notice the small things about other people, until they learned that the small things were the only things that were there. He respected the girl, because she knew that sugar coating everything would be your downfall in the end. But this year, she seemed different, less drawn back from the world. This year she seemed as if she was finally going to start something that not many people would even think of doing. "Not to mention that I can read thoughts." He thought with a smirk, but was soon brought out of his thoughts by a prickling sensation in the back of his head. He was being watched.
He turned to see the pale face of the now awake Draco. Who was looking straight at him with his silver eyes.
"I'm hungry." He said with a growing smirk.
"Well, it's good to see you are fully operational." Snape replied, then suddenly the small smile on the teacher's face turned into a small frown. "Draco, when we found you, it looked almost one hundred percent that you did that to yourself. I'm not saying you did, but can I ask what happened?"
"Well it seems to me that you just did. I don't even know what exactly happened to the last detail, but, let's just say I had a visit from Lucius." He refused to call him his father. "The meeting was to take place at curfew, in the astronomy tower. When I got there, he was standing there already waiting. We talked for a while about my "future" as he put it, Snape, he wanted me to get the dark mark. This upcoming Christmas. So, naturally I flat out refused him. We talked a bit more, using some "not-so-nice words", then I turned to walk away, and he cursed me! That cowardly bastard hit me form behind! Then I don't remember a thing, I was unconscious the next minute. All I can remember is feeling a great sensation of pain for a long period of time, then it went away. I heard someone talking, I couldn't understand what they were saying. I thought they were asking what happened. And I vaguely remember saying the bastard's name." He said looking at his teacher. Snape and Draco had always been very close, so close that if someone were to ask him who his father was, he would always think of Snape before Lucius. It was because of him, that he and his mother had been able to keep so well after his father was sent to Azkaban. He was the closest and most trusted friend and mentor, Draco ever had.
"You were found with you wrists slit, and bleeding everywhere. You were on the brink of death, if you hadn't been found in time, you wouldn't be here." Said Snape in a somber tone.
"Oh, and who did you say found me?" He asked in a surprisingly light tone, for someone who had just realized that he almost died.
"I didn't." He said while turning his head to face the other occupied bed. Draco followed his gaze, until his eyes landed on Ginny.
"Holy Mother of God! Please don't tell me my father did that!" He said almost looking as if he was the cause of her pain.
"No, no. She was found minutes earlier, I'm surprised you didn't hear that. Her and her friend found you, and luckily one of them ran for help and ran right into me. She was the person who healed you and probably the one you heard talking." He said in the same somber tone.
"Oh..." He replied.
"Madam Pomfrey said your blood is almost fully filled and you should be able to leave by breakfast tomorrow." He asked while turning his attention away from Ginny, but when he looked back he was now looking at the boy's sleeping form. He sighed and left.
When Draco heard the door close, he opened his eyes again. Sure he loved his old potions teacher like a father, but right now he really did not want to talk. He sat up a little in his bed, then looked around at the room. On a chair beside his bed were his clothes that he was wearing earlier, he could see that the nurse had attempted to clean all the blood off, but even with magic, blood was hard to remove. On the inside of his sleeves he could see that it was crusted over with crimson. He closed his eyes and looked away. When he opened them he was looking at Ginny.
It didn't look like she had much attention put onto her, in fact she was still in her dirty robes that were torn in her side. He looked around to see if Madam Pomfrey was there, and when she wasn't, he shook his head and attempted to stand up.
At first his legs were wobbly, then the started to sting because of the blood that was now flowing very quickly into them. He walked around the room three times, before he finally did it without grabbing onto things for support. He walked past Ginny's bed to go over to his own, and when he did, he almost had a heart attack when he realized her eyes were open. He jumped back a little from being startled. He then quickly regained his composure and started to speak.
"Holy crap Weasley!" When she didn't respond, or let alone blink, he got a little suspicious. "Weasley!" He said in a loud whisper. Once again she didn't move a muscle.
He walked over to her bed and looked her in the eyes. They were looking straight up to the ceiling and looked highly out of focus. He waved a hand in front of them, and got the same reaction. He decided that maybe she was one of those weird people that could sleep with their eyes open, so he went to his bed and lay down feeling tired from walking around. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was off in slumber.
When he awoke, he heard many people rushing around the room, he could here their muffled voices, but with his head still groggy he couldn't make any of them out. He looked over the Ginny's bed and saw that the curtain had been drawn around it. Then the voices got clearer, and he could make them out.
"She's gone into shock Albus! Look at the pupils in her eyes! They are almost covering her entire iris. My medicine won't work on something as serious as this. We can't use magic to fix this problem. I don't even know how she could have had this happen to her, she only fell down a flight of stairs! The potions we gave her should have fixed her right up." Came the high pitched voice of Madam Pomfrey.
"One of her bones must have shattered into her blood, the salve you put on only puts the bones back into place, but if the piece is missing entirely, nothing can be done about it." Came an unknown voice.
"Right now is not the time to worry about the reasons, she is going cold she needs help right now. If the piece of bone is in fact in her blood, we need to locate is and get it out, before it either punctured her vein or travels back to her heart." Came another unknown voice.
Draco heard the door open then close. Then the new arrival began to speak. "I have contacted St. Mungos, we can't take any risks Poppy, and she needs to be helped before she is beyond receiving it. They should be here in a matter of seconds." Explained Dumbledore. As if on cue, Draco saw three medi-wizards pop out of the fire place and quickly walk over to the concealed bed. He heard some weird noises, like the clinking of metal, and then three different teachers walked out from behind the curtain. Professor Snape, McGonagall and Dumbledore, and Madam Pomfrey. They all looked a little shaken. Then quite suddenly the curtains around Ginny's bed closed completely. Then they were left listening to the very silent whispers of the three men. Then the whispers stopped, and they were left in silence for almost five minutes. Then the voices came back and they heard three different healing spells muttered from each of their mouths. They walked out and started giving a diagnostic.
"We found the missing section of her bone, in her left shoulder. The fragment came unfortunately from her lower let arm. The piece has been removed and we gave her a small bit of skelegrow directly into her blood. We healed all incisions and she will make a speedy recovery." They handed over a paper to Dumbledore, and flooed back to the wizards' hospital. They all turned towards Draco's bed, but he was too quick for them. He laid his head down, closed his eyes and regulated his breathing. They all assumed he was still asleep.
"What about him? How is he fairing up?" Asked McGonagall.
"He is fine, his blood has regulated and he has stopped needing blood replenishing potions. He should be up and about by tomorrow at the latest." Replied Pomfrey.
They all nodded their heads and looked back at Ginny.
"Well I think I should go tell her brother of what has happened. He would be liking to know where she is." Said Dumbledore, then he left as abruptly as he came.
"Very well, I'm going to look over Miss Weasley again, and you; Severus and Minerva, you have done as much as can be done. Now go get your sleep!" Stated Pomfrey. Draco knew Snape did not take orders lightly from any one, so he squinted his eyes open to see his face. He smirked when he saw that his teacher was staring at her with wide eyes, and a snarl on his face. Then McGonagall caught on, and said.
"Yes Sevy, even you need your beauty sleep." She said as she patted him on the cheek. His face went bright red with indignation, and Draco couldn't help letting out a quiet laughter. It appeared as if only Snape actually heard. Snape glared at him, but that only made his grin go wider. He threw his hands up into the air and left without another word.
"Good gracious boy! It's about time you woke up! Here, have some food!" The nurse said, while dropping a large tray full of all kinds of food, onto his lap. "Eat up!".
After not eating for a whole day, not to mention losing a good load of blood, he had worked up quite a famine. He ravaged all his food in a matter of minutes, and that seemed to please his caretaker. She smiled sweetly at him, which was something not many people ever have done to him, and took his tray away. Then when he looked outside, he saw that the sky was pitch black and he could see numerous stars.
When Draco was little, whenever his father would yell at him or get angry, Draco would always go to his room, where he could climb off of his balcony and onto a portion of his roof, he would always stare at the stars. The would bring him peace, he loved to imagine worlds where everything was happy and bright. Those were the days when he wished there were worlds full of love. But that was before he learned of love, learned the pain it caused all the strings attached to it. It was before his father him down the path that he had no choice in, nor once he started, had no escape from. That his fate had been decided by someone else. That he never would have the chance to be happy. But one night, three years ago, he got lost in the insignificance of it all. He was going to die, so was his mother, so was his father and even Voldemort would die. Every single person on this little planet was bound for the same destiny. And that was death. When he realized the real significance of that, he realized what that meant. He would rather live his life and be killed, than be enslaved in eternal darkness. He started standing up to his father. Eventually he paid for his choice, by being at the end of the Cruciatus curse. That only fed Draco's resolve. After that, he was a little less opposing, but inside he was burning. During those times, Draco learned to be an occlumen and a leggimen. He started reading more of his father's books, which would have once frightened him away. He learned spells and curses that weren't entirely "Ministry Approved". Every tike he would come back to school, he would often hope that his actions weren't going to be the death of his mother. The only reason he could have lasted so long was because of her. When he said he didn't believe in love, he could always think of her and have a flicker of happiness. She and Snape, were the only people he cared for. Unfortunately for him, his father knew of his love for his mother, and he was always afraid that would someday be both their downfalls. But every year, the weekly letters would come, and every end of school year, she would always meet him. There was no doubt in Draco's mind that he wanted to kill that man. In fact he has been planning to form the very start. The war was coming and Draco knew he would be against his father and everything he stood for, but that did not mean he was going to be on the other side. Draco was on his side, and that was it. And whenever Draco looked at the stars, his resolve grew even more.
"Whatever are you looking at?" Asked Madam Pomfrey, whom Draco had completely forgotten.
And Draco being such a quick thinker came up with a lie instantly. "Oh, I was just looking outside to see what time of day it is." He said smoothly.
"Well you could have asked. It is currently one in the morning, and if you want to leave tomorrow morning, you better get to sleep." She said while returning to her normal attitude towards her patient. Draco normally didn't take orders from any one, but he really did not want to stay in here any longer than he already was.
He, unfortunately wasn't the least bit tired, so he asked for a sleeping potion and fell right back to sleep. He then began to have a strange dream.
"Hello Draconius, Son of Earth." Said the beautiful voice of Clywynn. "You have yet to experience your gifts for the first time, do not despair. I know that you will be experiencing them shortly. You have the gifts of ice, whether it be a freezing a lake, or a cooling a glass. You can control temperature, you can only make rooms cooler or raising them to their original temperature, you can not make a room any warmer than it already is. And last but certainly not least, you have the power of illusion, you can bend perceptive, in people's thoughts or physically, these gifts will not come to you at once, but be certain, in time you might even be able to freeze the oxygen in the air. Do you get what I am saying? Good. In time your gifts will advance and become more complex. At the start, high peaks in emotion will trigger something in you, you may make a room cooler or freeze a glass, but nothing serious will come of it. You will need to control your emotions. You will want to practice with a glass of water or other small objects. I have also realized, when you use your gifts, it alters some physical appearances: eyes, hair, things like that. So I would be even more careful in public areas. Now it is time for you to wake up."
He opened his eyes and was assaulted by the bright morning light. He winced and lifted the blanket over his head while grumbling. As soon as he tried to go back to sleep, he heard a strange sound: a laughing, and chocking sound, coming from the girl's bed. He lifted his head from under the blanket, then looked at the source of the noise. Half lying, half sitting was Ginny laughing at him, but she seemed to be having troubled because she was coughing as well. Her eyes were half open, and she was looking at him with a smile/grimace on her face.
"What are you laughing at Weasel?" He asked, taking her laughter rather personally.
"You." Was all she said before lying back down and closing her eyes. "You looked funny." Was all she could say before Madam Pomfrey came back in with a fresh pair of Draco's clothes and she said that he could leave right after eating chocolate. It took all of Draco's strength not to tell her to stuff it down her own throat for once. But he put his clothes on behind the privacy of his curtain. Apparently Snape had fetched them while he was sleeping and gave them to her to give to him. He also noticed the few textbooks and his bag on his bedside table. He picked them up and his timetable fell out of the front cover of his potions text. He smiled at Snape's thoughtfulness and put his books in his bag, then threw his bag over his shoulder, as he walked by her bed, he smirked at he face as she was getting potions by the dozen poured down her throat. After one last look her left. He figured he might as well go down to the Great hall, seeing as how he had forty five minutes to kill, and he was already bored. That's what happens when you grow up being a Malfoy. When he walked in and took his place at the Slytherin table, he could see many people whispering behind their hands, as if trying to make it less noticeable, he looked up at his table and noted the many questioning gazes. He quickly looked up to the head table to see if anyone was watching and he turned quickly and made a circular motion with his hand and made an imaginary line through the imaginary circle. For the people that noticed, the turned and told the people that weren't watching. Then everyone went about their business as usual.
Of course everyone in Slytherin was somehow connected to the high pureblood families, who were all deep in the circle of Voldemort. Most everyone in the Slytherin house hold hated their fathers, and even some, their mothers. There were many people who had many reasons for hating the "Dark Lord", but the three high ones were: they didn't like half-blood or muggle borns, but to be in control of a half-blood bent on destroying the other half-bloods while claiming that he is pureblood. Then there was because he was a sick psychotic freak and didn't deserve to be alive. Or he destroyed their lives and lives of loved ones, for mere amusement. Most Slytherins have sad stories of their own, and almost every one seemed somehow connected. They knew of each others' past and they would share their own to show them that they aren't the only ones. Draco being one of the highest bloodlines, was a very high leader in that house, in his sixth grade he decided to organize meetings, whenever he would feel the need to have one, he would signal them at meal time, like he just did. He also knew that the younger of the house shouldn't be able to com to these meetings for various reasons. So fifth year and up were aloud. Draco knew that even though "his" house was against Voldemort in everyway, there would still be many that would join his ranks, out of fear or forcefully. He just hoped they would have their hatred kindled like his. Also, the ones in Slytherin who opposed Voldemort and would not dare to join his ranks, they are all on the same side as Draco. They will kill the dark side, but they will never become part of the light side. Maybe Draco will find enough people to have an official side in this war. When ever he thought of that he would always laugh at his own naivety. But he could imagine the headings in newspapers all around the world; THE THREE SIDED WARS HAD BEGUN!
When the bell finally rang, he grabbed his bags, and went to his first class of the day. Herbology.
He almost wanted to scream when he saw who was already standing in the greenhouse. The golden trio. He sometimes thought that he hated them even more than Voldemort himself, but of course that wasn't true and he knew it. When he walked in, he realized that he was the only Slytherin there, and decided that today was not going to be a good one.
"Well look who decided to show up for class, King Ferret himself." Said the redheaded one.
"Don't worry Weasel, I already know I am the king, you don't need to point it out to everyone." He said with his false smirk. These three were so dimwitted, that he actually had to dumb down his insults for them. And not to mention, he really was not in a good mood.
"Shove off Malfoy, or would you like us to turn you into a ferret all over again?" Said the stupid un-killable boy.
"First of all, I got turned into a ferret. I know that, and I quite like being a ferret so I wouldn't mind having ago at it again. Second of all, the only reason I was turned into a ferret was because the evil wizard didn't want me to hurt you because he was trying to save you for Voldie. Yeah, you remember that now don't you. Third of all, knowing your skill in transfiguration, I really doubt you could even come close to making me a ferret." That shut them up. They were all gapping at him with open mouths and wide eyes. "Now stay the fuck away from me before I hurt you."
"Well, uh...You couldn't hurt us! You would have to get your precious daddy to do anything to me! You don't have the guts!" Said Potter rather proudly that he had managed to get that out.
"Remember when I said that if you didn't shut up I would hurt you? Oh yeah that was five seconds ago. And I am not one to back up on a promise." He pulled out his want, and suddenly the room started going frigidly cold. The went quiet and Potter stopped midway pulling his want out, he was looking straight at Draco, and he wasn't doing a damn thing. Draco paused to look at him with one raised eyebrow, and the room grew rapidly warmer (back to its original heat :P) and he quickly stupefied Potter right as the teacher walked into the greenhouse.
Author's note: Well there was a little Draco/Ginny interaction:)...Also I call Harry, Potter because this is using Draco as the main character, so I'm writing it sort of the way he would think about it... if you get what I'm saying?...but yeah, and I was wondering if people think my chapters should be any longer...because if you think so, then I will have to take longer to update :P...so if you review and tell me your opinion, that would be very helpful. PLEASE REVIEW!