Where is he taking me? Ginny was steered wordlessly around Draco, who was now looking perplexedly around him, and the red-head resisted the urge to reach out to him. Now Potter was reduced to kidnapping; it was surprising, how much worse Harry could be. Ginny would have never imagined how absolutely horrid he was. It was frightening, which was part of the reason that Ginny didn't try to escape. She knew that if she tried, Harry wouldn't be afraid to use Crucio, or another curse, on her. So she walked, silently, with Harry's wand point at her back, letting him maneuver her through the halls. His wand was shaking a bit; maybe out of terror, but most likely out of anger. She should have guessed Harry would try something like this.

Slowly, Harry shoved Ginny into the Room of Requirement; Ginny had heard of it from Ron. Inside was a dungeon, complete with shackles and chains. Ginny shivered, for the temperature had dropped a few degrees. Harry closed the door, wrenching off the Invisibility Cloak (of which Ginny had also heard of from Ron) and pushing Ginny towards the shackles. He cast Silencio on her, then locked the shackles around her wrists and ankles. With a frown, he took his Invisibility Cloak again, then muttered something that sounded an awful lot like, "You're next, Malfoy.." then he swept out of the room. He peeked his head back in, as if with a second thought, then muttered "Stupefy," and Ginny fell into immediate darkness.

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"Ennervate!" Ginny's eyes flew open, and she stared into Draco's worried gray eyes. He unlocked her shackles silently, and Ginny managed to notice that he was paler (if that was in any way possible) than usual. His hands were shaking a bit, too.

"Draco, what's wrong? What happened?" He shook his head, pulling her up and leading her out of the room. There was a shout, and Draco pulled Ginny into an empty classroom quickly, waiting near the door with his wand raised. The red-headed girl saw a small, thin line of blood trickling down his wrist, and after the voices disappeared, she took his hand and pulled up his sleeve.

The wound was horrendous; he had a thick gash all around his arm, which spidered outwards into other thin cuts and gashes. Ginny put a hand to her mouth, kneeling next to Draco as he slid to the ground, putting his head against the wall. Ginny tried desperately to remember the healing spells she had used on herself, but was frustrated to find she couldn't remember any. Draco had his eyes closed wearily, and it made Ginny nervous, to see him look so tired and defeated.

Then she noticed other bleeding that seemed to come from all over his body. She tried to take off his cloak so she could see his wounds, but Draco put a hand over hers to stop her.

"Not now.. I'm fine, Gin.." he whispered hoarsely, sounding anything but. But Ginny nodded, knowing that extra stress probably shouldn't be put on him right now. She lifted him up, putting his arm around her shoulder as a support. She had to get him out of there… but where? Not another empty classroom.. Not Gryffindor. If it was Harry that was after Draco, he would find him in an instant in Gryffindor. So that left… Slytherin.

"Draco, listen to me. We need to get to your dormitory.. Do you know a quick way?" He seemed too weak, too pale, to be Draco Malfoy. He was barely a shadow of himself, clutching onto his consciousness. He gave a barely perceptible nod, gently taking her shoulder and steering her towards the dungeons.

Ginny heard whispers up ahead, and, steeling herself for the worst, continued forward, taking slow, small steps so Draco could keep up. Near the entrance to the dungeons Ginny saw Ron and Hermione chatting, wands held idly in their hands. Are they guarding the dungeons? In case Draco might try to get to the Slytherin dormitories.. Ron and Hermione looked up at her slow approach, and Ginny could see blank stares, then anger, write across their faces. Ginny stopped a few feet away from them, and noticed that Draco had almost become a deadweight on her shoulder. He was losing consciousness fast.

"Ginny, what are you doing! Why are you helping him?" Hermione squeaked out, raising her wand to point to Draco. Ron was already the darkest shade of maroon humanly possible, but he seemed to get darker and darker with each passing moment.

"Harry was right… You ARE fraternizing with Malfoy! Ginny, how could you? How dare you!" Ginny stared down the length of Hermione and Ron's wands, her anger now boiling.

"Harry! YOU BELIEVED THAT CHEATING, LYING SON OF A DEATH EATER! HE BEAT ME, RON. HE BEAT ME, AND I LET HIM, ONLY BECAUSE HE WAS GOING TO BREAK YOURS, AND EVERYONE ELSE'S HEART. MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE JUST LET HIM, RON! YOU'D RATHER BELIEVE HIM, THE MAN WHO KIDNAPPED ME, CAST CRUCIO ON ME, AND BEAT ME, OVER YOUR OWN BLOOD? GET OUT OF MY WAY, WEASLEY!" She was angry, very angry. Ron had gone as white as a sheet, and both him and Hermione stood, visibly shaken, as Ginny pushed past them and into the dungeons. She was still huffing as Draco whispered the password to the Slytherin dormitories, and Ginny opened the door, heading into the Slytherin Common Room for a second time.

It's funny, really. This is a reverse of.. yesterday, was it? Just yesterday. Yesterday, Draco was carrying me in here, halfway gone, and now I'm carrying him. And Ron… it was about time he started seeing things as they really were. I probably shouldn't have been so harsh with him, but he and Hermione will get through it eventually… if they even believe me. As Ginny was thinking about all of this, she had reached the dormitory and was helping Draco lay down. She slowly took off his robe, cringing at the sight of a bloody gash across his chest. She summoned up all of her knowledge of healing and set to work, leafing through one of Draco's text books for a potion to help him.

Finally, she found one, but saw it would take utterly too much time (over a week to brew) so she set out to do something she really shouldn't; steal from Madam Pomfrey. With a parting kiss to Draco's unconscious brow, she stole out into the school, determined to find the potion she was looking for.

After setting out through the school unnoticed (Ron and Hermione had gone from the door, and the whole school was bustling with activity) Ginny arrived in front of the Hospital Wing, cold with the thought of what she was about to do. She knew that Madam Pomfrey had a small office in the far left corner of the Hospital Wing, and she would need to lure her out with some for of a distraction. She spotted Neville Longbottom, whom she had heard had been hexed by his Slytherin Herbology partner, and, although she felt bad for him, saw the perfect distraction. She cast her famed Bat Bogey Hex on the poor creature, who immediately shot out of bed and started screaming. She saw Madam Pomfrey dash out of her office, and Ginny shot into it, looking around for her supposed cabinet of potions.

Once she spotted it in the nurse's tidy, organized office, she opened it with a quick Alohomora, running her finger down the labels. Finally, she found the one she had been looking for, and not a moment too soon, for the Hospital Wing had gone silent as Neville had stopped screaming. Ginny had barely managed to step out of the door when she saw Madam Pomfrey rush in, muttering about Neville's outburst. She crept back through the halls, arriving in the dungeons and heading back towards the Slytherin common room.

After dashing through the common room and into Draco's dormitory, amidst mystified stares from a few Slytherin, she shut and locked Draco's dormitory door, pouring a bit of the liquid down the pale boy's throat. She watched, baffled, as his large gash slowly began to disappear, leaving clean, scar-free skin in it's wake. There was still a bit of dried blood, but it seems that his cuts were gone, leaving Ginny to sigh thankfully. The potion should be able to cure any internal damage, as well, so Ginny didn't worry about that too much.

She slowly wiped away all of the dried blood, trying not to wake Malfoy, who had passed out as she was putting him on his bed. His eyes flickered open, anyway, and he looked around blearily for a moment, trying to remember how he had gotten here.

"Are you alright, Draco?" He nodded, sitting up slowly. Ginny disposed of the towel she had been using, standing up. Draco gave her a wry smile, looking down at his shirtless chest, then back up at Ginny silently. She rolled her eyes with a grin, putting her hands on her hips.

"Well? Can you tell me what happened?" His smile disappeared, turning into a dark frown.

"It was.. Potter.." He said slowly, as if drawing the memory from some hazy part of his mind. "After you disappeared.. He came after me, casting a rather nasty curse on me before I had time to react. I cast him a Petrificus Totalus, then managed to get your location out of him. I knew your disappearing had something to do with Potter." He paused as the dormitory door flew open, revealing a disheveled Blaise Zabini. He stood silently, framed in the doorway for a moment, then went off, ranting, to his bed (or at least, Ginny assumed it was), sitting on it and talking to himself.

"Anyway.." Draco said with a raised eyebrow at his friend, "Then, I found you in the Room of Requirement, and.. well, you know what happened after that." Ginny nodded, trying not to think about the events too much. She would think about it later, when she had plenty of time to try and understand what had happened. Draco got up slowly, meditatively putting his cloak back on. He didn't ask what had happened to Ginny, a silent agreement between the two that Ginny was grateful for. Suddenly there was a sharp knock on the door, making Ginny jump.

Draco slowly went to the door, opening it quietly.

"What," Professor Snape said icily, "Are you doing here, Miss Weasley?"

Well, I'm in trouble now.. Ginny thought helplessly as Snape stared down his nose at her.

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