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Draco woke up first. And was the first to feel pain wash over him, originating at his mouth.

"Bloody fucking hell!" He managed to mumble out from between his swollen jaw.

His curse made someone stir behind him and he looked down, startled to see Ginny Weasley's sleeping form right next to him.

Why the hell are our beds right next to each other? Draco sneered down at the girl like it was her fault for the pain.

Pain in my arse, Draco thought, amused with his wit in spite of himself and his situation.

"Oi! Weasley! Wake up!" Draco yelled down at the girl, causing her to open her eyes.

She blinked and sat up, looking confused before moaning and clasping her hands to her mouth.

"I know," Draco said, trying to sound wise and superior. "Hurts doesn't it?"

Ginny nodded before looking over at him, eyes widening as she recognized his face.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked, voice muffled by pain.

"Don't you remember?" Draco answered, bored with her already. "We had the same surgery date? And they had to put us in recovery together because of space issues?"

Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Well yeah, I remember that, but what the hell are you doing in the bed right next to mine?"

Draco swallowed, which took some effort, and frowned, searching his memory. "I-uh-I don't know. The last thing I remember was seeing your ugly shocked face when they apperated me into the operating room, and then nothing."

Ginny, crossed her arms, annoyed. "Like you look so great yourself. You even look like a little ferret now, all puffed up and stupid looking."

Draco hurriedly touched his face, turning away from Ginny to hide his vanity.

They are puffy, he sighed to himself. But so are hers…wait.

Draco studied her for a moment and discovered that her mouth wasn't at all swollen. Well, maybe a little bit around her bottom jaw but not nearly as much as his.

"Hey!" Draco cried, indignant. "Why don't you look…all messed up?"

He watched, jealousy flooding his veins, as Ginny's hands gently prodded her skin. "I dunno," she said at last, sounding confused. "Maybe my surgery was different." She turned back to him, laughter in her eyes. "You would!" was all she could say, trying to keep her composure.

"I would what, weasel?" Draco spat.

"You would go into surgery and come out with the short straw!" Ginny was giggling now, pissing Draco off. "I mean," the girl continued between breaths of laughter. "You totally deserve it!"

Draco stared at the girl, mouth as far open as the overworked joints would allow, in desperate confusion.

"I deserve it?" Draco tried to understand, grasping wildly at the words she had used. "Short straw? What the hell are you talking about?"

Ginny wiped her eyes. "Nothing, nothing." She smiled at him, a smile that was more like a smirk that slapped at Draco's ego.

"You little bitch," he said, delighting for a moment in the widening of her eyes and the sobering effect of his words on her laughter. "No one asked you, you fucking little blood traitor, don't you ever talk that way to your betters!"

Feeling like he had the upper hand, Draco saw with contentment that her mouth hung open, like his had done moments before, although the effect was damped by the fact that neither one could open their mouths very far.

To Draco's surprise, Ginny recovered quickly. "Oh, fuck off, Malfoy. You're the damn traitor you sodding idiot. Can't you get that through your thick pasty skull? Who are you the better of? Me? Fine, I really don't give a damn, but I just wonder if people at school will. Hmm? What do you think they'll say? And the teachers…Oh no, Malfoy, it's you who's beneath all of us."

Her brothers must have toughened her skin up, Draco thought, allowing time for his pride to recover. How unladylike.

"Whatever, weasel. Your opinions don't matter in this world anymore." And with that, Draco turned his back on her.

But something she said… 'I just wonder if people at school will. And the teachers…' Her words reminded him of something.

Déjà vu? Draco thought. It couldn't be, we don't hand out.

But that feeling, he had a feeling that she had said something like that to him before… Squinting his eyes, he tried to remember, but the memory was blocked by something, a fog that had settled in Draco's mind.

The drugs! He thought at once. Of course! We must have talked yesterday when we were all doped up. In fact… It dawned on him. I think I do remember some of yesterday…

Excited and ignoring the conversation that had just happened, Draco turned around and asked Ginny in a breathless voice; "Did we talk yesterday?"

He waited, looking expectantly at Ginny.

"I mean, were we awake? I can't seem to remember."

The girl just looked at him, but then, something clicked deep within her eyes. "Yeah…" she said slowly. "I think I remember…" she gasped, and then looked at him with a strange expression.

"What?" Draco forgot that he hated her for a second and focused entirely on the girl. "What? Do you remember?"

Wide-eyed, Ginny just shook her head.

But she did remember. Every detail of it. The timing was all wonky in her head, but the jist…

Oh Merlin, Ginny moaned inwardly. Why did I say those things?

She remembered that she had called him good looking and cringed. She remembered that she had told him that his insults hurt her and almost vomited over the side of her bed. She remembered the feeling of his body on top of hers, and how it felt so-NO! Ginny cut her thoughts off. That isn't possible. It was the drugs, just the drugs…

The pair sat in silence for the rest of the day, ignoring each other to the best of their abilities while still in side-by-side beds.

Towards supper time, the orderlies came and separated their beds back to their original positions in preparation for the hospitals visiting hours.

Soon the large room accommodated a handful of scared-looking families of the people in the beds. Ginny was pleased when her mother showed up, her father following close behind.

"Ginevra, sweetie!" her mother squealed, descending upon her daughter. "Oh, I was so worried!" Ginny suffered through a hug, peering over her mother's shoulder to see her dad smiled understandingly and roll his eyes. Ginny grinned at him.

"Thanks mum, but I'm okay. See? Hardly any swelling." Ginny prodded her cheeks in proof.

At that remark, Ginny heard someone grumble next to her and turned to see Draco, looking puffy as ever, with no visitors.

Satisfied, Ginny asked her father loudly; "So dad, how's everything at home?"

"Good, good," Mr. Weasley replied, his tone light as he looked around the room, as nervous as its other occupants. "Nothing to report."

"Right," Ginny sighed. What did she think? That he could tell her what was really happening in so public a place? Not likely.

She turned her attention back to what her mother was saying, and really wished she hadn't.

"Well, that healer did a wonderful job to your mouth, didn't he Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley was gushing. "Ginny, you look great. And you're right, hardly any swelling! That's great, dear. Listen," her mother lowered her voice, but Ginny knew that if people really wanted to, they could still hear her. "I know you don't think you're pretty and you thought this surgery would fix that, but really dear, they're just teeth, that's all. Still, you were beautiful before and now maybe you'll believe me now, but teeth, honestly Ginny, the things you will resort to…"

Blushing, Ginny could feel Draco's eyes on her and she was determined not to make eye contact.

"Right, mum, thanks." Ginny wanted to die.

Her father cleared his throat, saving his daughter from further embarrassment. "Molly, dear, we really should be leaving, the times and all…"

"Yes, yes, alright then," Mrs. Wesley stood up and bustled around Ginny for a few moments, fixing her sheets and smoothing her hair before leaving a kiss on her forehead and promising to be back to collect her the next morning as she was led out the door by her husband.

After they left, Ginny stared at her feet, still blushing, and still aware of his eyes on her face.

She heard a dark chuckle and turned, fiercely and ready to defend herself.

"Charming woman, your mum," Draco drawled, looking at his fingers.

"Don't you have a go at my mum, Malfoy," Ginny spat, hands curling into fists.

"I'll have a go at whoever I want, especially fat blood traitors like your mum."

Ginny was furious, her vision was blurred by hot tears she refused to shed. "I see your parents didn't even bother to show up. Where were they Malfoy? To ashamed of their standing in society these days to make a public appearance?"

It was Draco's turn to ball his hands. "Shut up."

"Oh I see," Ginny said, satisfied to see his cheeks get pink. "You can dish it, but you can't take it is that it? You cowardly little ferret."

"I said SHUT UP!" Draco leapt out of his bed too his feet and swayed there, clearly dizzy but incredibly angry.

Woah, Ginny thought, mildly pleased with herself but a little worried. I don't think I've ever seen him this angry before. Maybe when he's talking to Harry but still…

She watched as Draco fought to stay vertical and she smirked. "Maybe you should lay down, Malfoy, you look a little green."

"What's the matter, weasel?" Draco wheezed out, turning from green to whiter than normal. "Scared of what I'll do to you?"

Ginny almost laughed. "Not at the moment, you look too weak to do anything."

"Says who?" He asked, clutching the bed post for support. He began to walk towards her bed, placing one foot laboriously in front of the other, like a zombie with chipmunk cheeks. It would have been hilarious save for the dark malice in his eyes.

"Seriously, Malfoy, take it easy," Ginny scooted herself higher on the pillows, sitting up straighter.

"You…are scared," Draco said with something that sounded vaguely like a chuckle, but it was disguised by a cough. He was closer now, and his hand reached out to use her bed post as a crutch.

He collapsed onto it, his body sagging, but his face close to hers. Draco's rank breath blew hot across her face. "Don't think I am anything but what I am, weasel." He heaved a deep breath. "Because I could easily hurt you if I wanted."

Ginny's eyes were wide and she thought rapidly of how to get out of this situation. She was saved from having to make a decision by Draco hiccupping into nausea, heaving his stomach onto the floor next to Ginny's bed.

His belly empty, Draco raised his head back level with Ginny's. "Weasley, I don't feel-"

Draco vomited again, this time in blood. "Help," was all he could call out weakly before fainting onto the floor, head smacking hard against the metal frame of Ginny's bed on the way down.

p.s. draco isn't a pansy, although we all know what a delicate flower he really is, but there is something really wrong with him that is making him sick so don't worry.

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