I'd like to thanks anonymous and padmeani8 for reviewing. This chapter's set after Ron's been poisoned and after Harry attacks malfoy with sectumsempra.

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Half-Blood Prince

Draco Malfoy, Sixth Year, March 2nd, 1997

I lean back against the library table, trying to relax. Pansy places her head on my lap.

Blaise struts in, sitting opposite me, smiling broadly.

"Weasley's crying." He says, his eyes locking on something over her shoulder.

"What, Ron Weasley?" Pansy asks, giggling.

"No." Blaise looks at her as if she's stupid. "The female one. Ron Weasley's in the hospital wing."

I finally turn round, and I see her. She's crying silently into her mudblood boyfriend's shoulder. I push Pansy off my lap, letting her head crash onto her bench. I stand up, walking over to them, ignoring Pansy's shriek of outrage.

"I've heard about Weasley." I say and her boyfriend looks up, frowning.

"Malfoy?" the mudblood looks really angry and Ginny looks up. I can tell she's been crying for a long time.

She says something to him and he stares at her and then at me.

"Are you sure you can be alone right now?" he asks her, sounding furious.

"Malfoy is a person." She answers and he crosses his arms and walks out. I sit where he sat, glaring across the room at Blaise.

"What happened?" I ask and she sobs again.

"Ron was poisoned." She cries and I feel sick.

"B-By what?" I stutter.

"Some mead in Slughorn's office."

I think I'm going to be sick.

"I'm sorry." I tell her.

"Luckily, Harry saved him..." she looks up at me with wide, red-rimmed eyes. "Wait...why are you sorry?" She chokes with another sob. "It's not your fault."

I stiffen and look down and then she bursts into tears, slouching over.

"It was you, wasn't it?" she says it quietly, so no one else can hear. "I knew you hated him but...why?"

I don't want to answer so I pull her close, wrapping my arms around her to stifle her voice from the rest of the library.

She sobs loudly and wraps her arms round me. I stand up and she follows, still clinging to me as I lead to a darker, more hidden area of the library, where no Slytherins or Gryffindors will spot us.

She pulls me down as she sinks to the floor, looking up at me.

"Who was it meant for? Harry? Slughorn?" Her voice is monotonous and her grip is loosening.

"I can't tell you." I whisper.

"Well, why did you do it?"

"I can't tell you."

She pulls away from me, looking at me with anger. She stands up. "Fine."

Then she runs.

I stand up and chase after her, hearing Madam Pince yell after me. I follow her through crowded corridors until she stops in a quieter corridor.

Then she turns to look at me, and her face is red and then she starts yelling.

I can't tell what she's saying but I can't risk anyone else understanding her either so I come close to her, grabbing her shoulders, knowing people are watching.

"Shut up!" I shout back and she stops. "You can't say this. I'll stop." She raises an eyebrow quickly, before collapsing again into tears. "I'll try to stop."

I grab her arm and pull her into an empty classroom, locking the door in case curious people from the corridor follow us.

"What do you mean...try?" she asks.

"I'm not doing this for my own evil reasons." I tell her. "I wouldn't do this unless I had to."

Then she punches me in the stomach and I gasp for air. She watches me, clearly not sorry.

"I hate you." She snarls, standing over me.

I try to think of something to say, to calm her down so she doesn't hit me again. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

As she gapes, I go over what I just said, smirking at it's success.

"You weren't thinking that when you poisoned the mead." She says quietly, tears escaping again.

I grab her shoulder. "Are you going to tell?"

She shakes her head, and my mouth drops in disbelief. "I have no proof. Everyone will think I just have a grudge against you. No one believes me. They'll just think Harry's got to me."

I can't believe she's not going to tell anyone.

I think that's why I kiss her.

She grasps at my robes, pulling herself closer for a second before pushing away from me, sobbing.

Then she unlocks the door and runs down the corridor. A few minutes later, I leave, watching her run straight into her mudblood boyfriend.

I can hear him yelling at her as I walk away.

Ginny Weasley, Fifth Year, May 6th, 1997.

I slowly push open the heavy door to the hospital wing, hoping that Madame Pomfrey isn't awake. They finally open and I scan the empty beds, finally seeing the one bed surrounded by curtains.

I take my shoes off, so that they don't make too much noise on the stone floor, and I shuffle over there, pulling the curtains apart.

Malfoy is lying there, pale, and his breath is slightly unsteady. I close the curtains again, sitting in the chair by his bed.

I take his hand and hear his breath halt for a second. "I've been to the hospital wing far too many times this year for my liking."

His eyes open slowly and he turns to look at me.

"Weasley?"

"Malfoy..." I drawl and he looks at me, angrily.

"Why are you here?" he asks, weakly. "Come to hurt me a bit more?"

I grasp his hand tighter. "No, Harry's done enough damage." He stares at me, pulling his hand away from mine. "He told me you were crying."

He frowns and clenches his fists. I uncurl his fingers, grasping his hand again. He gazes at me, confused.

"What did he do?" I ask quietly.

"Some spell I've never heard of. I lost a lot of blood." He sulks, looking pathetic.

Before I can give it a second thought, I'm leaning over him and unbuttoning his hospital robes. His eyes widen.

"What the hell are you doing?" he demands. I see a thin, white line crossing his chest. It's a scar.

"Is this it?" I ask, tracing it with my finger and he winces. "Couldn't Pomfrey fix it?"

"It's dark magic." He's watching my finger, clenching my other hand in his.

"Dark magic?"

He sits up slowly, but I keep my hand on his chest. I wriggle my spare hand out of his to adjust his pillows. He's staring at me, and I blush.

"I'm sorry about what Harry did."

He grabs my arms', pulling me close to him and watches me as I get comfortable, everything higher than my waist lying across him.

For the first time tonight, he smirks and then wraps his arms round me. "It's him who should apologise."

He kisses me, one of his hands tangling itself in my hair. Both my hands are resting on his chest, and I swear he's trying to get my whole body on his hospital bed.

He pulls away, breathing heavily. "Sorry Weasley, I'm tired."

I nod slowly, confused as he pushes me off him and back into the seat. I watch as he falls to sleep quickly.

When I'm sure he's not going to wake up, I move the chair closer and grab his hand.

I fall asleep next to him.

And she got detention for sneaking into the hospital wing and clearly planning to hurt Malfoy, despite her protests that she was. (what other reason would she have for visiting).

I'm not sure if I like this chapter. Only one more left, and then it's finished. Yay!

Please review. Thanks for reading.

-Artjuice-