Okay, so I hope you all get this story so far. It's pretty basic up until now, but i'm starting to have fun with the plot line! See for yourself!! Enjoy!

When the torture was over, Ginny fell on her back, barely conscience. Draco and Avery left, seeing no more fun would come out of hurting her further.

"Ginny, are you alright? Ginny? Ginny!" Ron hurried over to the hole, where Ginny was still leaning against, refusing to leave that spot.

"Ron? Is she okay? Ginny! Answer please!" Hermoine was in tears, leaving wet streaks down her mud-caked face.

" 'Alm down. I'm fine" Ginny murmured, sliding to a laying position on the cold ground. Every inch of her hurt. She had burns across her chest and head, a wicked headache, and a broken heart. Nothing could make this day worse. Neville and Luna watched her from their side of the room, too shocked to say anything. Finally, Luna regained her voice.

"Gins, you-you were awesome out there. R-really good."

"Thanks." She mumbled into the cold concrete.

An echoing from down the hall shook them all out of their worried silence.

"Someone else is coming. Gin, you going to be alright?" Ron looked down at his helpless sister, struggling to sit up and cover the hole.

"Yeah." She groaned. "Just close up the hole before anyone sees it."

Ron grudgingly put the brick back in place and leaned against the hole, listening for any sudden sound.

I can't leave her like that. Not down there, all alone. It was my fault in the first place. Draco stumbled down to the cellars. If he doesn't know I'm here, I can still help her. Once he was down the steps, Draco counted doors in his head. One, two, three, four. This one's Ginny's door. He stood outside it longer than he should have. Why am I so afraid of going to talk to a Weasley? And she doesn't even have a wand, and can't leave. But somewhere in the back of his brain was telling him otherwise. You want Ginny to be yours. You love the blood traitor. Draco shook his head, trying to force all those thoughts out of his mind for good.

Open it on the count of three. One, two, three. He burst open the door. Ginny jumped, not expecting anyone to be there. Once she saw who it was, Ginny took a deep breath and looked away. Draco closed the door and sat in a newly-conjured chair.

"Listen, Weasley. I'm really sorry about all that. I didn't think he would do anything that bad to you. I mean, look at you, you're a wreck." What a nice thing to say to a girl. Ginny thought.

"Avery's upset that you did so well. The Dark Lord said he could come down and try again tomorrow. They're angry at how strong you are. Funny, kind of, how they used to say you were the weakest in the bunch, even next to Granger. Now they've seen how strong you all are. They've done the same to Granger and your brother, too. Just so that you don't feel left out. And I should probably shut up now."

Where did that all come from? Draco wondered. I really shouldn't have said all that. If Avery finds out I said any of that, I'll be dead for sure. And I'd hate to see what Voldemort does to me.

Wow. Ginny thought. Either he babbles when he's nervous, or he's a moron. But why should he be nervous?

Ginny peered over at Malfoy. He had his head in his hands, and was mumbling about some engagement or something.

"Are you okay?" Malfoy looked up from his muttering.

"You shouldn't be the one asking. Even I couldn't withstand that much pain from someone like Avery, and you did it practically silent. That was…" Draco thought of a word that would encompass everything he thought of her into one sentence. "Amazing." Draco ended. That's good, but amazing doesn't even begin to cover it.

"Thanks." Ginny blushed, the cleaner parts of her skin matching her vibrant hair. "So, why are you here?"

"I-" This was the part Draco hoped to avoid. "I wanted to see if I can help. Since you don't have a wand or anything, and you're sleeping on this hard ground." Draco twirled his wand feebly in the air, sending red flashes out of it each time around.

"Won't you get in trouble?" Why is he doing this? That idiot's going to get himself killed, and I'll feel guilty the rest of my life.

Draco shrugged. "He won't hurt me as long as I know things about Harry. I'm using them as payment to him." She's not going to let me do this without forcing it upon her. Draco picked up his wand and stood up, walking over to her.

"Ferula." Bandages shot out of Draco's wand and wrapped themselves around Ginny's chest, neck, and stomach, winding in and out of her clothes. When they were done, Ginny looked up at Draco.

"Thanks." Ginny's smile seemed to light up the entire cell. Draco blushed, and spun around to hide his face.

"Well, it was my fault in the first place. It's the least I can do."

"He said what?"

"Hermoine, keep your voice down. That's what he said."

"What are they saying now?" Ron leaned closer to the hole, tapping Ginny's back. She scooted back towards the hole, completely blocking it from any noise.

"Something pretty juicy, because Ginny won't let me hear." A look of shock flushed Hermoine's face.

"Ron, you don't think he likes her, do you?" Ron lit up with joy and understanding.

"You know what Hermoine, I think he does."

"What a prat. Taking advantage of Ginny at a time like this. She just lost Harry, and now she might not see daylight again, and he's coming on to her."

"Uh, yeah. Prat, you're right." Ron mumbled, trying to stay on his girlfriend's good side. It is a good idea, though.

"Are you going to be alright?"

"What do you mean?" Please don't say what I think you're going to say…

"About Potter. You guys had a thing, right?"

Ginny looked at the ground solemnly, thinking of that day when they first kissed.

"Yeah. But that doesn't matter now. He's…dead." Tears started pouring out of Ginny's eyes. Saying it out loud was like making it official. Draco instantly regretted bringing it up.

"Ginny. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring it up. Forget about me even saying anything." Draco bent down and sat next to her, wrapping an arm cautiously around her shoulders, aware of the bandages.

"It's just being stuck in here makes me realize what he was fighting against, and that he's not here with me. I mean, Ron and Hermoine have each other, Neville and Luna have each other, and I'm all alone." The tears started coming harder now, and soon, Ginny could not even make out the winding lines of the cement.

"Arg!" Draco got up, grasping his forearm. "I'm so sorry Ginny, but I have to go. I hope you feel better." And with a twist of his cloak, the one person who could comfort Ginny was gone.

So so so so so sooooo sorry it took me so long to update. Working on so much stuff right now I just wanted to make everything even and I updated this a lot so I had to do the other ones first. But i'm writing in advance now. R&R if you want the next chapter posted!!