"What are you doing here?" I asked sharply.

He glared at me with sharp hateful eyes, not bothering to answer my question; he turned his back towards me. Beside me Ron was struggling to keep control of his anger, is face now the same colour as his flaming red hair.

"YOUR Ginny? Your Ginny! That's my sister you're talking about ratface!" he yelled, anger definite in his voice.

"Watch what you say Weasel. Or an unfortunate little accident might just happen to someone you know." He sneered, disgust written on his face.

"He's not worth it Ron!" I said, struggling to keep hold of Ron as he lunged at his opponent.

"Listen to Potter, Weasley."

Ron grumbled and glared at him, "You'll get what comes around you sick fuck and if I ever see you around my sister you're going down!"

"And what are you going to do about it Weasley? You gonna get Potter to kick butt? Or are you going to run back to mommy?"

"No Ron! Ginny needs us we are not going to let this asshole reduce our pride," I said, holding him back.

He tugged me off and with a sour expression on his face he said, "You're right, he ain't worth it."

Ron hit him "accidentally" with his shoulder and stormed off towards the exit.

"What the hell are you on about Malfoy? Calling my girl yours?" I asked sourly, my head thumping uncontrollably with anger.

"Your girl? I thought you dumped her weeks ago, but guess what she came looking for," he said, a malicious smile on his face.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle, one very similar to what Ginny had had in her hands.

"Why you sniveling bastard! YOU GAVE THIS TO HER? I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!"

My patience burst and Malfoy and me suddenly went rolling down the stairs. We stopped as we hit the bottom; I punched him with every ounce of strength I had left.

"That all you got Potter?" he asked teasingly, blood dripping from his lips.

A figure opened the door to where we were and starred in surprise, "What the hell is going on here?" he yelled.

I was on top of Malfoy, striking him with every blow I could muster. The stranger separated us, scolded us and told us that if he ever saw this kind of behaviour again we would be kicked out of the hospital. Turns out that the stranger was the owner of St. Mungo.

We nodded silently in agreement and left the way we came starring at each other through hateful eyes. "Don't you dare go near her!" I whispered menacingly.

"Make me," he whispered angrily and disappeared through the door leading to the hall. I followed him out but went through the exit, not wanting to recall our nasty encounter and happy to not seeing him again.

"What took you so long?" Ron asked, "And what the hell happened to you?" he questioned as he saw the bruises and wounds I had all over me.

"Fell down the stairs," I half-lied.

"Rolling down the stairs can only get you so many bruises. You fought Malfoy didn't you? And left me out. Didn't you?" he asked, eyebrows raised.

"Ron, look. I didn't mean it but, he did something unforgivable and I couldn't hold it in. I didn't mean too. I swear."

"And this unforgivably deed of his, you gonna tell me anything soon?"

I looked at my shoes and shook my head.

"Well, whenever you're ready pal."

We sat on the sidewalk in silence, listening to the hustle and bustle of the people around us. Thinking of anything comforting to say to the other.

After several minutes Ron asked if I wanted to go back in, I nodded in response. We headed back into the hospital and towards the Intensive Care unit.

I looked through the clear portion on the wall that showed her, Ginny, sleeping soundly, a peaceful expression on her face. The first time in days I have seen that calm look on her.

I looked towards her family, "How is she?" I asked them.

"She's fine, nothing interesting happened," Bill answered, "We might be going back to The Burrow soon. We'll come back early tomorrow. You all need some rest. Mom and dad will stay here, watch over her." He added.

"No, I'll stay," I responded as Ron nodded in response.

"No Harry. You need some rest. We'll be leaving in ten minutes. I just have to tell the twins and wait for Charlie," Bill said.

"Charlie's coming?" Ron asked wearily.

"Yeah, it's Ginny. You two wait here while I get the twins."

"Okay," we both said in unison.

Several minutes later Bill and the twins show up. Bill asked Fleur if she preferred to stay or have a little rest and then come back. She chose to stay.

I got up reluctantly, starring at her peaceful features before I walked slowly towards a cold green fireplace.

Someone was shaking me awake. When peace finally sweeps over me somebody wanted to take it away.

"What do you want? Leave me alone." I grumbled.

"I have what you want Ginny."

My eyes opened. A small bottle floated in front of my eyes.

I gasped, "Malfoy?"