authors note: okay people, don't like it, don't read it- that simple. while i appriciate constructive critisism, some people need to pull the pole out. to everyone else- thanks.

special thanks to mysticfire678 for betaing!

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"I think our little Gryff has gotten herself into more trouble."

Draco raised his head which had been previously buried in a potions book, "Care to elaborate?"

"The bloody boy-who-lived hurt her."

"So he hurt her feelings again. Why should I care?"

"No, I mean there are nearly black bruises where his fingers dug into her arms."

Draco stood up so quickly he dropped his book. "Where is she?"

"But Draco, why should you care?"

With a smirk that would shame the great Slytherin founder himself, Draco replied, "Because, I don't like it when someone damages what is mine."

I don't know how to take that. "She's in my bed, but…"

Draco took off down the hall and Blaise ran to catch him. Grabbing him by the shoulder, Blaise stopped him right before the door. "She's asleep."

"Why does that matter?"

"Do you really want to wake a sleeping Dragon? I got her here calmly, because she was upset at someone else. I don't think she'll take well to being rudely awoken by the guy who trapped her into two months of servitude."

The smirk was absent. "You may have a point." he whispered as he opened the door.

Draco crept over to the bed where the sleeping redhead lay resting. Blaise was right behind him. "Look." he whispered as he raised the sleeve once more.

Tracing the angry marks on her skin he tried to block the memories of the same kind of marks on his mother.

"Hmm?" Ginny questioned with her eyes closed. "What are you doing, Blaise?"

Draco raised his eyebrows at his dark haired friend. "Oh, nothing dear." Blaise said, motioning for Draco to withdraw his hand. With a decidedly evil smirk, Blaise made a simple request. "Scoot over so I can lay down."

Draco's gray eyes went wide as his friend slipped out the door. "Fine, just as long as you don't try anything to horribly Slytherin." Ginny moved over without looking at who was climbing in the bed. "Thanks again."

I'm going to kill Blaise. That's all there is to it. I'll kill him, and bury him in the Forbidden Forest. To think that I, a Malfoy, would ever share a bed with a Muggle-loving Weasley. It's despicable. I'll have to burn my clothes, and shower for hours.