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A/N: Thank you everyone who has reviewed so far. I'm glad you all have found the sequel to Nightmare Seduction. I hope this chapter makes sense as I wrote it while watching reruns of So You Think You Can Dance on MTV. Thanks and please, don't forget to review.
Chapter Two
Divided We Fall
Ginny didn't realize that she had fallen asleep when she felt someone's hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her. "Healer Weasley? Ginny?"
Ginny slowly opened her eyes and stretched. She looked up into the face of Mark Davis and smiled slightly. "Must have fallen asleep," she muttered. "What time is it?"
Mark pulled over a chair on wheels and sat down next to her. He handed her a glass of water, which she took gratefully. "It's around 4 in the morning. You and your patient have been out for about 7 hours now."
Ginny's eyes widened. "What? That long?" She chanced a look in Draco's direction and noticed that he was still asleep. "My sedation spell shouldn't have knocked him out that long," she whispered.
Mark smiled at her. "No, he started to stir about an hour and a half later so another healer came by and put a stronger one on him. I gave orders that you were not to be disturbed. I figured after last night, you needed some rest."
Ginny looked at her glass. "Do you have anything stronger? Like, coffee, perhaps?"
Mark waved his wand and her glass of water changed into a mug of steaming coffee. Ginny sipped, wincing at the bitter taste, but loving it as it woke her up. "Ginny, how do you know him?" he asked, pointing to the bed.
"Mr. Malfoy and I went to school together. Actually, he was a year ahead of me."
Mark nodded. "The others tell me that he seems to trust you. Were you two friends?"
Ginny almost spit out her coffee. What was she going to say to him? She trusted Mark with almost every detail of her life, since she had graduated, but was she ready to tell him about her past? She sighed before she responded. "Not at first. We hated each other… well; our families hated each other so it was just natural that we hated each other. He was rich, my family wasn't. His family was in Voldemort's inner circle, mine worked to destroy him. We were complete opposites." Ginny looked back at Draco, a sad smile playing across her features. "It wasn't until his last year that we wondered why we were so against each other. We started talking and I realized that he wasn't such a bad person. That the biases of our families didn't mean we had to be that way."
"So, what happened? You haven't spoken of him before now," Mark wondered.
Ginny turned back to him. "How much can I trust you?"
Mark took her hand into his. "You've been able to trust me so far."
"Yeah, but what I have to say, might jeopardize his recovery," she answered back.
"Ginny, we are healers. We don't hold any prejudices."
"Even if a patient might have been working for the 'other' side?" she questioned, a little bit of concerned etched into her voice.
"What are you saying?"
Ginny sighed and stood up. "Can we talk somewhere a little more private?" she asked.
Mark stood as well and gestured for her to follow him. They walked to the next stall and he put up a silencing charm around the curtains. They were in private but still close enough to keep their eye on Draco. Mark motioned for her to sit on the bed as he took the chair. "Talk," he stated.
"Well, it all started my sixth year at Hogwarts. I was dating Mr. Potter then but I was bored. Mr. Mal… Draco just happened to come into my life at that point. Yeah, I knew him before but we were always fighting. As the year went on, we started to talk and get to really know each other. Things got serious and we became more than friends. But, right near the end of the year, his father arrived at the school and told him that Voldemort," she spat the name but continued, "needed him. I ran out on him and haven't seen him since." Through the whole story, Ginny had played with the ring on her finger.
Mark noticed her actions. "You have also never told me the story behind that ring," he stated, motioning to the ring.
Ginny laughed nervously. The gold ring with the small ruby was still on her middle finger of her right hand; the same exact place Draco had put it. She had since taken off the invisibility charm she had put on it. "Draco gave this to me on Christmas of that year. It was the first present I had ever received that wasn't either a hand-me-down or hand-made. It was then that I knew, he truly cared for me." Tears had started to fall from her eyes and she angrily wiped them away.
Mark leaned forward and placed a hand on her knee. "You must have really loved him," he stated.
Ginny nodded. "I also kept his ring as well," she said. "It was a beautiful gold ring with a serpent with emerald eyes circling the letter M. It was a family heirloom but he let me have it. My heart broke when he left to follow his father."
"Well, that doesn't mean we won't take care of him. Everyone here knows of the Malfoy family but we haven't refused to help Draco. Let's get him situated, talk with him, and maybe we'll find out that he wasn't working for the 'dark' side."
Ginny jumped off the bed and hugged Mark, surprising him. "Thank you, Mark."
Mark stood up and hugged her back. "Don't thank me yet. Let's get back to your patient and see what his story is. It may help us figure out how he got the blinding curse and may lead us to how best to help him."
Ginny agreed and as Mark released the silencing charm, Ginny quickly walked back over to Draco. He was still out cold from the sedation charm so she took a hold of his hand and brushed a stray lock of hair away from his eyes. "Why did you have to come rushing back into my life? Do you enjoy making me frustrated? Do you enjoy what you do to my heart?" Ginny sighed and dropped her head. She found it much easier to talk to a sedated Harry then Draco but she felt her defenses melting away just holding his hand. Memories of him holding her, making love to her, came rushing back to the front of her mind as more tears started to fall. Mark left her alone, giving her her time with him. He ordered for the others to leave them be and not to disturb Ginny unless she called for help. If she were to be his personal healer, she would need the bonding time. He just now knew that she had been intimate with him but that was years ago. He just hoped that Draco's past wouldn't come back to haunt his favorite healer. Mark knew that he would protect Ginny as if she were his younger sister.
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"Ginny?"
Ginny looked up from some papers when she heard Draco say her name. She had been working with him now for the past week on getting him up and moving but he had been stubborn and acting childish. He would take a few steps and then throw a fit and other healers had to help him back to bed. He had since been moved out of the emergency room and to the Spell Damage Floor but he was still not in a private room. She looked at her watch and saw that it was nearing midnight.
"I'm here, Mr. Malfoy," she stated formally. She still couldn't bring herself to use his first name, not after all those years apart.
"I can't sleep," he retorted.
"Let me get you a sleeping draught." She made to stand up until he grabbed a hold of her hand, which had brushed his covers. She looked back at him. "What?"
"Don't go."
Ginny could sense his nervousness and sighed. "You need your sleep," she stated. "Let me help you."
"I don't want to be here anymore," he whispered.
"Well, if you want a private room, you'll need to be a little more cooperative. Stop being such a baby." She didn't mean to come off so harsh but he wasn't helping matters.
Draco pulled her down so close that she was only a breath away from his face. She could feel her pulse quicken and tried to swallow the lump that was forming in her throat. "No," he started through gritted teeth, "I want to go home."
"Please, let me go," she whispered. She didn't trust herself to speak any louder in fear that she would start screaming. Draco suddenly let go and she backed away a few steps, rubbing her wrist. "You can't go home."
Draco rubbed his eyes and sighed. "And why not?" he asked exasperated.
"We don't even know if Malfoy Manor is still standing."
Draco suddenly sat up. "What do you mean? What happened?" Ginny could tell in his voice that he was scared.
"Well, the war took its toll on a lot of people and places. Aurors were sent out to investigate a lot of different places and they still haven't reported any news on your manor."
"Ginny, you need to tell me everything you know."
"What do you want to know?"
"What happened to my father? My mother? My house? Everything," he stated.
Ginny sighed. She knew this was going to happen but she had hoped that it would be later… not now. "If I tell you, you have to promise that you will tell me what happened to you these past few years."
Draco crossed his arms. "Fine. You first."
Ginny sat back down on the chair next to his bed and shook her head. Why did he have to be so difficult? "Ok, let's see. Well, Voldemort was destroyed," she began before she was cut off.
"I know that," Draco spat.
"Are you going to let me talk or are you going to interrupt me?" Draco motioned for her to continue. "As I was saying, Voldemort was destroyed two years after I graduated from Hogwarts. A lot of people went missing and many still are."
"What about Potter?" he quietly asked.
"Harry was found about 4 months later. He's currently here in St. Mungo's but he's highly sedated. No one is certain what will become of him, or if he'll even wake up." Ginny felt a tear slide down her cheek and she wiped it away.
Draco turned in her direction. "You sound upset," he stated.
Ginny took a shuddering breath before she continued. "This war has taken a lot out of everyone. Harry was, is, and always will be my friend. Nothing more."
"I didn't mean anything by it," he said.
Ginny waved him off but realized he couldn't see this gesture. "Don't worry about it. Anyway, many people are still missing. The ministry has been searching high and low for the missing and few have been found. You were the latest." She stopped and looked up at him. She no longer shied away from the blank white stare he had but it was still a little unnerving.
She didn't realize how long she had paused when Draco spoke up. "And what of my mother and father?"
"Well, the summer after I graduated, there was a raid at Malfoy Manor. But when the Aurors arrived, they found your mother lying on the floor. Blood had pooled under her head. They searched the house and found your father in his bedroom, his wand held to his head." She searched Draco for any reaction, but found none so she continued. "Before they could reach him, sparks flew from his wand and he died. He killed himself. After investigating his wand, it was found that he had killed your mum and then himself. I'm sorry."
Draco didn't say anything for a while and Ginny let him sit there. It wasn't easy to find out that your parents were dead and she found herself missing her father. He still hadn't been found and her mother stayed at the Burrow, hoping one day he would just walk through the door. "Well, that's an interesting turn of events," he finally said.
"You're not upset?" Ginny was confused by his reaction.
"I really wasn't that close with my mother and father… let's not talk about him."
"Alright, is there anything else you want to know?" she asked.
"Not really."
"Then why don't you tell me what happened to you?" She really wanted to know. She wanted to know why he just up and left his last year of school.
"There's really nothing to say," he started but was interrupted when the doors opened. In walked Kingsley Shacklebot, the new Minister of Magic, and three Aurors.
Ginny stood up. "What is going on?" she asked.
Kingsley approached her and Draco and pulled out a piece of parchment. "Mr. Draco Malfoy, you have been found guilty of being a Death Eater. You will be sent to Azkaban to await a trial." He finished and put the parchment away. He motioned for his men to come forward.
"No, you can't do this," Ginny spoke up.
Kingsley turned to her as if he had just seen her standing there. "Ms. Weasley, we have proof of his activities during the war."
"But this isn't right. Can't you see he's a patient here?"
"Ginny," he started.
"Don't you 'Ginny' me," she interrupted. "He's MY patient and I will NOT allow this!"
Kingsley put a hand on her shoulder and she had to stretch her neck to look in his face. "You don't know what he's done out there. He needs to be put away."
"I'm watching him. What do you expect him to do? Look at him." When he didn't turn around she glared at him. "LOOK AT HIM!" she yelled. Kingsley finally turned and looked at Draco who was just sitting on the bed, his feet dangling off the side. "He's blind," she stated as if Kingsley didn't know.
"Merlin's beard," he whispered into the darkness.
"So, please call this whole thing off. Let me work with him. When he's better, and I feel he can stand trial, then I will contact you." She pleaded with him, tears glittering in her eyes.
Kingsley ran a hand over his baldhead and sighed. "I will give you three months. If I don't hear from you by then, I will come calling."
Ginny gave a sigh of relief as the tears fell. "Thank you. I promise I will floo you."
He turned to his men. "Let's go." He started walking to the door then stopped and turned back to Ginny. "Oh, and the information you wanted on that thing we discussed a few days ago." Ginny nodded and he continued. "It's been found and cleaned. It's safe." He turned back to the door and left. Healer Davis strode through it a few seconds later.
"Are you alright, Ginny?" he asked as he approached her.
"Yes. It was just unexpected."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know what was happening until a few moments ago."
"I have three months to get Mr. Malfoy ready to stand trial. I can't really do that here so I need a huge favor," she stated, looking at her superior.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I want to move him out of here."
"Where will you go?"
"I have a place I could take him. It's private and I really don't want the press to get wind of this. I feel it will be safer for both him and the hospital. Please, don't ask me where exactly. I don't want you involved."
"But, Ginny, he's been convicted of being a Death Eater. I don't really feel comfortable leaving you alone with him," Mark stated.
"I've been alone with him his entire time here. What's the difference?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips.
"At least here, you are surrounded by many people. Wherever you are going, it will be just you and him."
Draco finally had enough. "While the two of you are contemplating my future, would you mind doing it somewhere else? I really need to get some sleep."
Ginny knew that he was just upset at being ignored. "Mr. Malfoy, please, I'm trying to get you out of here. Be quiet." She waited until Draco lay back down on the bed before she turned back to Mark. "Mark, I know Mr. Malfoy. I don't believe what they have said about him. Please, let me take him away."
Mark sighed. He knew that he was not going to win this "battle" so he decided to give in. "Alright. Wait two hours and take Mr. Malfoy to the back entrance. I'll open the door for you. Once on the street, take my car and get him to wherever you are taking him to."
"I can't take your car. What are you going to do?"
Mark handed Ginny his car keys. "It will be the quickest way to get him there. Besides, no one would expect you to drive so it will be safe."
Ginny took the keys and hugged him. "I promise to owl you every day. When I feel it's safe, I will let you know where I'm at."
"Be careful, Ginny. I don't want anything happening to my best healer."
Ginny smiled. "Thank you, Mark. I owe you for this."
"I'll keep that in mind. Remember, two hours." He turned and left the wing. Ginny looked around and was grateful that there were no other patients in this room at the time. Draco was the only one who didn't have a private room at the moment. She walked back over to Draco and noticed that his eyes were closed.
"Mr. Malfoy?" she whispered.
"Why don't you call me Draco?" he responded, startling her.
"Um, I don't really know," she lied.
"It's because of our last moment together," he said, more a statement then a question.
"You just disappeared. What did you expect me to do?"
"I'm sorry, Ginny. I really am," he said quietly.
"Anyway, as you probably heard, I'm getting you out of here."
"So, where are you taking me?" he asked.
"Some place where you'll be safe. Now, get some rest. We leave in exactly two hours." She bent down and placed a kiss on his forehead. She'll never understand why she did that; it just seemed appropriate at the time. She watched as Draco smiled and his breathing deepened. A few minutes later, he was asleep. She settled back into the chair and crossed her arms. She was exhausted but she had to stay awake. At least, long enough for them to make it to Malfoy Manor.
A/N: Sorry it's been a long time and the chapter is so short. I hope you enjoyed it and you'd let me know by clicking that little review button. I loved reviews. Thanks to all who have reviewed so far.