Disclaimer: Not mine at all.
A/N- I'm not really a gloomy writer, so... Sorry for all the random songs and lyrics. They don't belong to me at all. One is Red Hot Chilipeppers, then other is Googoo Dolls, and the other is some band with the letter B and then a two-digit number. Like, B-38 or something...
Chapter Thirteen - Lick Your Heart
Ginny awoke to singing...
The Love Shack is a little old place
where we can get together
Love Shack bay-bee! Love Shack baby!
Love Shack, that's where it's at!
Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin',
wearin' next to nothing
Cause it's hot as an oven
The whole shack shimmies!
The whole shack shimmies when everybody's
Movin' around and around and around and around!
Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby!
Folks linin' up outside just to get down
Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby
Funky little shack! Funk-y little shack!
Hop in my Chrysler,
it's as big as a whale
and it's about to set sail!
I got me a car, it seats about twenty
So c'mon and bring your jukebox money.
The Love Shack is a little old place
where we can get together
Love Shack baby! Love Shack bay-bee!
(Love Shack...Love Shack...)
Love Shack, that's where it's at!
Bang bang bang on the door baby!
Knock a little louder baby!
Bang bang bang on the door baby!
I can't hear you
Bang bang on the door baby
Bang bang on the door
Bang bang on the door baby
Bang bang
You're what?... Tin roof, rusted!
Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
Ginny groaned and turned over onto her stomach on her hospital bed, not daring to open her eyes to see what the hell was going on. She heard some loud laughter after the song had ended. Why was there muggle music playing in the hospital? Why was she in the hospital and...
Oh Gods. Harry and Hermione... where...
Her eyes flew open and she sat upright to behold the queerest sight beyond what she would have ever imagined. All the hospital beds had been pushed back against the wall so there was a huge expanse of floor opened up in the middle of the room. On the floor, dozens and dozens of students were laying around on tons of pillows and comforters. They were all laughing and embracing one another, laying together in one massive pile of limbs. Ginny spotted Hermione curled up against Seamus Finnegan, smiling spacily and reaching over to stroke Ron's hair as he snogged Lavender Brown right next to her! She noticed Cho Chang making out with a Slytherin boy and Dean Thomas giving Pansy a back massage. Fortunately, all were pretty much clothed. It was like some weird orgy. Oddly enough, no teacher was in sight, not even Pomfrey.
"Ginny! Ginny! Ginny!" she heard someone cry. She squinted and looked through the group, trying to pick out the speaker. At last, in the very middle of the pile was Harry. He had his head in a girl's lap and she was stroking his hair affectionately. Two other girl's flanked each of his sides, rubbing his chest seductively with their legs intertwined with his. Another girl was massaging his feet. Ginny watched in horror as the girl leaned down to suck on his toes. "Ginny, come here! Come here!" Harry nearly sang, arms stretched outwards toward her. "Gi-" the girl at his head cut him off by kissing him deeply and Ginny was thusly forgotten.
All three of them had seemed near death the last time she saw them. In fact, Hermione and Harry had been most likely dead for sure. But waking up to see them both alive and... productive... it seemed so surreal. She looked at her bedside table and noticed a bag was sitting on it. Looking inside it she found her wand, some clothes, and her journal. After shuffling through the drawers of the little table, she pulled out a quill and ink and opened the journal. There had been no further writing since she had last written. How long ago that was, she didn't know...
Are you there? She wrote slowly, unsure of what she was doing exactly. Did she expect him to write back? Did she really think-
He's dead. That's why he's not writing back. He's dead! Ginny panicked and fumbled the ink, spilling it all over her white blankets. She shoved the journal off the bed and grabbed her wand, cleaning up the spill.
Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know it all
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause
With the birds I'll share
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view
Push me up against the wall
Young kentucky girl in a push-up bra
Fallin' all over myself
To lick your heart and taste your health 'cause
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view...
They were still playing music? What the hell was going on? Ginny couldn't take it anymore and tore her covers off angrily. She got up out of bed, wobbled for a few steps, and then strode out of the room. As she shut the door behind her, she could have sworn she heard Harry call her name again.
The halls were completely empty though she could still here the muffled sounds of muggle music and general carousing. She started walking, her bare feet slapping against the cold hard floors of the corridors. She began to regulate her breathing. No one was dead, everyone was okay...
Ginny realized she needed a smoke. Really badly. She headed for the Gryffindor common room and suddenly realized she was in her nightgown. It only went down to just above her knees and it was of light fabric, almost see-through. Whoever picked out a summer nightgown for her was out of their mind. She shivered as she continued through the drafty, dim halls.
As she camed to the Fat Lady, she grinned to see that she was sleeping. She was about to clear her throat loudly to wake her when someone lurched out of the shadows towards her. He nearly knocked her over as he staggered into her. "I knew you'd be coming here..." he rasped, his head down as if in intredible fatigue. She couldn't support all his weight so she sank to the floor as he leaned against her, his head resting over her shoulder. "You have to stay with me..." he murmured into her ear.
She tried to push him off of her, but found he was holding on to her tightly. "Get off me," she said loudly. The floor was really cold as she sat there on it.
"Don't tell me..." he trailed off and she forced his head back so she could look at his face. His eyes were half-closed, glazed over, not able to focus on anything. His skin was on fire and his forehead was shiny with sweat.
Ginny felt a panic rise up her stomach. "Draco?" she reached up to stroke his face. "Draco? Draco?" her voice was becoming increasingly sharp as his eyes closed more and more. She tried to use her weight to push him off her to the ground, but she was trapped in his embrace. "Get off me! Get off me!" she cried hysterically. His eyes were closed all the way now. "I can't do anything! Get off me!"
She felt him go limp and she heard a terribly loud scream. It went on and on and on and on, echoing through the corridors and ringing in her ears sharply, deafening. But it wasn't until she ran out of breath that she realized the scream was coming from her.
Hushed voices and loud footsteps. Ginny saw Filch and McGonagal come into view. The professor gasped as she saw the two of them. "What on earth are you two doing?" she cried, seeing Draco laying against Ginny and Ginny's nightgown skirt almost up around her waist. Her expression turned from anger to shock when Ginny burst into tears, quite pathetically.
"Get him off me!" Ginny sobbed, still rather hysterical.
Professor McGonagal made another assumption and leapt forward to grab Draco roughly. Draco, completely out of it, didn't react. He held on to Ginny. McGonagal looked even more shocked when she saw Draco's face. "What's happened?" she asked, some fear in her voice. Ginny just shook her head.
McGonagal straightened herself, a calculating look in her eye. "Filch, go ahead and tell Pomfrey the situation. I will bring them to the infirmary," she said thoughtfully. After he had raced off, Mrs. Norris on his heels, she levitated Draco and Ginny together. Ginny closed her eyes.
"Ginevra," Draco whispered lightly, his eyes still closed and his breathing shallow.
"Don't move," McGonagal ordered, carefully floating them down the hall.
And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life '
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me '
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
The students were still playing muggle music as McGonagal entered the infirmary. Pomfrey was waiting anxiously, no doubt Filch had exaggerated the situation as much as he could. Ginny had stopped crying somewhere along the way and saw Hermione was now stradling Ron, her face lifted upwards as she swayed to the music. Just what was going on with everybody? Ron was looking up at Hermione with fascination, dazed, and Harry was still snogging some random girl. Hufflepuff maybe...
Ginny felt them touch down on a hospital bed and Pomfrey finally got Draco to unhand her. She scrambled off the bed, straightened her nightgown, and stood there nervously. McGonagal turned to her and asked hesitantly, "Did Malfoy... er, did he do anything to you Miss Weasley?"
Ginny sighed. Yes, Draco had done a lot to her. "No professor," she said quietly, looking down at her feet awkwardly. McGonagal looked skeptical but turned her focus to Pomfrey, who was whispering something to her.
"Ginny!" she heard Harry call. She turned to see he had somehow regained his face and was grinning at her spacily. She walked over to him, climbing over and around many bodies. When she reached him, he pulled her onto his lap and began kissing her neck lustily. She glanced at the professor in shock, McGonagal didn't seem to care what was happening at all. She put her hand on Harry's face and pushed him backwards, then crawled off his lap. Ginny decided this wasn't the place for her, in the middle of a massive orgy, so she started to get up to leave. But she found she couldn't move, she was starting to find it warm and comfortable...
Harry moved a hand up Ginny's leg and she giggled, slapping it away playfully. She felt arms wrap around her from behind and turned her head to see Dean Thomas smiling at her lazily. Nothing mattered anymore. Harry leaned up and started kissing her. He was such a nice boy...