AN: The much-requested chapter 4. Enjoy.

As Malfoy entered the hospital wing, Ginny in his arms, Madam Pomfrey leapt up to help him.

"Put her down here, please."

He did so.

"Now, can you tell me what happened?"

He took a deep breath before beginning.

"She fell off a bookcase in the library, and I think she hit her head."

"I won't ask why Ginevra Weasley was on a bookcase, or why you're the one who found her, since both of you should have been in your dormitories."

Madam Pomfrey shook her head, then turned to Ginny and began casting spells.

"She'll be fine when she wakes up, it's nothing serious," was the pronouncement several minutes later.

"Luckily for her." Professor McGonagall had made her way into the room.

"Ah, Minerva. Just why are these two out of their beds?"

"Detention."

"That makes sense, but not his explanation of why the girl is unconscious – apparently she fell off a bookcase and hit her head. Do you think he attacked her?"

"They were in the library without their wands. It's unlikely he did anything."

With that comment, Minerva McGonagall placed two wands down on the bedside table, remarking that the students would need them in the morning.

The two staff members then left to get some sleep.

Draco Malfoy, meanwhile, had been sitting on a chair next to Ginny's bed – after all, no-one had said he could leave. During the teachers' conversation, he'd realised just how tired he was – he'd been awake since about 7am, after all. His head slowly slumped forwards until he was sharing Ginny's pillow. It wasn't long before he was fast asleep.

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The next morning, Ginny was the first to wake. She was amused to see Malfoy leaning on the pillow next to her, but thought he looked very uncomfortable. Before she could wake him up, and ask what they were doing in the hospital wing, however, Madam Pomfrey came bustling over with one of her evil-smelling potions.

"You drink this up, dearie, then we'll get you and Mr Malfoy here some breakfast."

Ginny grimaced, but took the glass Madam Pomfrey was holding out. This potion was giving off a dark smoke, and was purple. The smell resembled rotten eggs, but that was normal for Madam Pomfrey's potions. Holding her nose, she gulped it down as fast as possible, before asking for water. As usual, the potion tasted utterly foul.

"Do wake Mr Malfoy, won't you dear." Madam Pomfrey disappeared.

"Malfoy." Ginny poked him. "Malfoy, wake up. It's time for breakfast."

He grunted, made a move to roll over, and promptly fell on the floor. Ginny laughed, and pulled him to his feet.

He looked surprised for a moment, then remembered what had happened.

"How are you feeling, Weasley? You hit the floor pretty hard."

"Call me Ginny. I don't remember what happened or why I'm here, but I think I'm ok."

"Ginny," he said slowly, trying it out. "I suppose you'd better call me Draco, then."

"OK, Draco it is. But can't I call you Drakie-poo, like Pansy does?"

Draco shuddered, and looked like he was about to throw up. Ginny giggled.

"Don't ever, ever call me that. I keep telling her not to, but she's so stupid she doesn't understand."

"Do you realise how annoyed my brother and his friends would be if they knew we were being civil?"

"That is a very good reason to do anything. Would you care for some breakfast?"

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