10. Who are you?
Ginny's eyes began to sting.
What the hell is up with Draco!
She turned swiftly and made a beeline to the exit, not wanting to draw any attention to herself. The last thing she needed was for Ron to make another huge fuss.
She walked and walked, without any consciousness of where her legs were taking her. Her thoughts were back in the Great Hall, last night and the many weird encounters, back to the first day of school when she witnessed the hideous scene of Hermione and Draco in bed together.
What the bloody hell is going on? All these games, mindfucking her over and over. First Hermione, now Pansy, who's next? He meant the world to her, but what was she to him? Another free fuck?
Perhaps he hadn't really changed, Ginny thought sadly. Maybe this was another one of his cruel plans to hurt all the people he disliked, or used to dislike, every way possible; verbally, physically, and now, emotionally. Inhumane, it really is. Does he have a functioning heart? Or is it moulded into black coal through his childhood years?
Hadn't he changed, though? Since the downfall of Lord Voldemort and the imprisonment of Lucius Malfoy, hadn't he become a better person, bit by bit? Of course, he didn't turn over a new leaf completely, as old habits die hard. He was still snotty towards people he didn't care for, competitive in the importance of proving himself, and appearantly, a hardcore player. And boy, had he played her. Hard.
Now tears were spilling out of her eyes. Angrily, she wiped them off her face but they were spilling uncontrollably. She walked straight into a suit of armour and flung backwards.
Everything went black.
"Alright, you two, you've been here long enough, visiting hours are over, now, leave! God only knows the poor girl needs her rest! Bless her soul, it's been days!" An elderly lady berated in a hushed whisper before shuffling away.
"Four days. She must've been knocked out hard. Oh, Ginny!" A male's voice moaned in agony.
Slowly, Ginny's eyes fluttered open. She squinted almost immediately. Too bright.
"Look, Ron! She's coming round!"
Staring down at her from either side were two boys, a red-head and one with unkempt jet black hair. It was too sudden, too much for her to bear. Ginny whimpered in fear, her eyes averting from one boy to the other uncertainly.
"Hi Gin. You're finally up! I was so worried, I sent an owl to Mum and Dad! You've been out for forever, I had no idea when you were ever going to come round! Oh, thank God, bloody hell, Gin, you scared the living daylights out of me! Thank God for Creevey, or no one would know where you were! I could have-" The redhead sputtered. Ginny's eyes grew round in fear and confusion.
"Shhh, Ron! Look at her! You're scaring her! I'm going to get Madam Pomfrey." The other boy stared at her warily.
Footsteps shuffled back, and the lady she supposed was Madam Pomfrey stared down at her.
"How are you feeling, sweet child?" The motherly lady asked kindly.
"W-what happened? Where am I?" Ginny's voice was barely audible.
"You fainted, dear. Mr Creevey carried you here four days ago in the evening. I suppose it's the stress you're under in school, I have been telling the professors to lighten the workload, but they never listen!
It's about time you came round, these two have been so anxious about you I feared they might collapse under stress as well!"
Ginny gaped at the two boys again, on either side of her, and back to Madam Pomfrey, with a slight frown.
"Who are they?" She asked nervously.
"Gin! Gin, it's my, Ron! Your brother! Oh no, please don't tell me you've lost your memory!" The redhead's voice trembled and he grabbed her hand.
Instinctively, Ginny withdrew hers and started to whimper again. His agitation was more than she could bear. She looked at Madam Pomfrey for comfort.
She stroked her thumb on Ginny's forehead, with a look so pitiful, Ginny felt as though she should feel sorry for herself as well.
"I'm afraid so, Mr Weasley. Bless her heart. Don't worry, I have just the remedy. It's the Recapturing Potion. The opposite of the remedy for a dreamless sleep; this potion will re-construct her memory through her dreams. By morning, she should have recovered all lost memories, it'll be like a long sleep." Madam Pomfrey reassured the panicked boy named Ron. "In the meanwhile, I must insist that you leave, because after she falls asleep, any cause of disturbance might cause side effects, and we don't want any side effects from a potion this strong, things will get complicated. "
"We understand," nodded the jet-black haired boy. He gave Ginny a small, encouraging smile and stood up. "Come up, Ron. You heard Madam Pomfrey. We'll be back in the morning."
Reluctantly, Ron stood up, and with a last agonising look at Ginny, he slouched off.
Madam Pomfrey left and returned after a while with a steaming mug of whirling silvery grey liquid. Ginny gingerly took the cup from her and stared down at it, crinkling her nose.
"Drink up, dear. It might not taste good but it will help you. By morning, you will be as good as new, like nothing happened. It's not the first time I had situations like this, but the poor students! I really can't understand-"
She was cut off by a gentle snore. Ginny had fallen asleep.
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