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Astonished, Ginny held herself still for a moment before calling out to a healer for help.
A pair of medi-witches came running, and Ginny watched as they help Draco back onto his bed.
"What the hell is wrong with him?" Ginny asked. "We had the same surgery…Will I have those symptoms?"
But no one would answer her.
All Ginny could do was watch as they cleaned up the vomit and blood off the floor, and heal Draco's head wound. He still looked green, even when they were supposedly helping him get better.
Ginny frowned when no one came back to check on him later that night.
He was vomiting blood for Merlin's sake!
Ginny was indignant. She had always liked the healers at St. Mungo's and was even thinking about looking into a possible job there after Hogwarts. It was the least she could do for the war effort, and since she had little interest in becoming an Auror, being a medi-witch at St. Mungo's seemed like a good option.
The red-head was still fuming when ten o'clock rolled around and by ten thirty, she was getting worried.
She felt fine. Besides the pain which was being dampened by pain charms, Ginny didn't feel nauseous at all, let alone ill enough to start throwing up blood.
His cheeks…Ginny remembered. They were puffier than mine.
Just in knowing that Ginny decided to leap to the conclusion that their surgeries were different.
Okay, but why? Ginny was intrigued by the puzzle that presented itself before her but she was distracted from solving the mystery by Draco stirring in his bed.
"Malfoy?" Ginny called out cautiously.
He only grunted in reply.
"Malfoy!" Ginny said again, louder and sharper. Her melodramatic side took over. I wonder if he's dying.
Oh get a grip Ginny.
The girl hauled her self out of bed, going slow in case she felt the dizzying effects of the surgery that Draco seemed to have.
When she made sure her head wasn't going to start swimming, she crossed over to Draco's bed easily, although her jaw ached with the vibrations of every step.
He was lying there; his eyes were glassy with his mouth partly open. Ginny's head was pounding from her abrupt crossing so she sat down.
At least I'm not dizzy, Ginny reassured herself.
She frowned, hearing a catch in Draco's breathing. Bending forward, Ginny put her ear close to his mouth.
His breath came in short gasps, like he was having trouble breathing. Sitting back, Ginny was startled.
"Malfoy, I-I think there's something caught in your throat, I'm going to stick my finger in your mouth to find out what. So don't bite me."
Taking a deep breath, Ginny gently dipped a thin finger into Draco's mouth and wiped to clear his air way.
Her finger came out of his mouth dark with blood.
"Shit," Ginny swore under her breath.
She got up abruptly and made her way over to the door to the large room. Opening the door, Ginny spied a healer a short way down the hall.
"Hey!" Ginny yelled, getting the attention of the wizard. "Hey! I need some help over here!" The man came running.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
"No, it's not me, it's a boy in there," Ginny pointed into the room, leading the healer to Draco's bedside. "I think his lungs are filling up with blood or something, I don't really know."
Ginny watched, interested but concerned, as the healer examined Draco.
"Wait," the healer straightened up. "Is this Draco Malfoy? Wisdom teeth surgery?"
"Yes…" Ginny said, frowning.
The healer laughed, startling Ginny. "And you wanted me to save him! Ha!" Ginny just stared at the man.
"What?" She could barely form the word through her confusion.
"It's Draco Malfoy," the healer emphasized. "Mal-foy. He entered into the hospital under a false name, but we figured it out eventually. We botched his surgery on purpose. He's going to die."
Now Ginny's head felt fuzzy. "Why would you do something like that? Y-you're healers, you're supposed to heal him!"
"Not this one, not his boy." The wizard turned on his heals and left.
Ginny stood there for a moment shocked before turning on her brain again. Thinking hard, Ginny changed into her street clothes and went back to Draco's bed.
Putting his arm around her shoulders, Ginny hauled Draco out of his bed.
"Come on, you fatty," Ginny groaned under his weight. "We got to get you somewhere safe."
Thinking for a brief moment, Ginny made a decision. Charming Draco to be feather-light, she summoned her broom from the shed at the Burrow, and waited patiently by the window for its arrival.
Seeing it coming, Ginny leaned the now unconscious Draco against the window sill and opened the heavy frame, filling her lungs with the cool night air.
Mounting the broom still inside the building, Ginny hovered close to the ground to haul Draco onto the stick in front of her.
"I swear to Merlin if you barf on me…" Ginny threatened the boy whose only response was his unsupported head flopping back onto Ginny's left shoulder. "Great, I'm a head rest now."
Kicking off purposefully, Ginny ascended into the London night, arms clasped tight around Draco's waist.
Gaining altitude, Ginny hesitated in turning her broom towards the Burrow. She had originally planned on going there but now…
Too risky, she decided. Besides, mum will have heard my broom leaving and she will see the clock showing I'm traveling and then at school. She'll know where to find me.
And with that, Ginny set off in the direction of Hogwarts.
Madame Pomfrey was dreaming about how much she hated her first name, when she was roused by a scratching at the window.
Grumbling, she lit the lamp by her bedside and got out of bed.
Exiting her private chambers, Madame Pomfrey discovered the source of the noise much to her great surprise.
The Weasley girl and Draco Malfoy were outside one of the large bay windows of the hospital wing, on a broomstick no less.
Through her astonishment, the witch noticed that the boy looked ill and reacting to her second nature as a healer, she opened the window to let the pair in.
Ginny tumbled off her broom, depositing Draco on the nearest bed before collapsing herself.
"Please, Madame Pomfrey," was all she could say through her chattering teeth and exhaustion. "Please help him. I didn't know where else to go."
Madame Pomfrey helped the girl up to sit her down on the next bed over. "Well, tell me what happened with Mr. Malfoy. Then we will see about how you got here."
Ginny, wrapping herself in the blankets of the bed to warm up, related to Madame Pomfrey what happened with Draco and the healers back at St. Mungo's.
"And they wouldn't even help him," Ginny finished her tale. "Healers not helping anybody! I didn't know what to do so I came here."
"You were right to do that," agreed Madame Pomfrey. "If you're feeling well enough, I would have you run down to alert Professor McGonagall. I need some time alone with the boy."
Ginny nodded solemnly and took off running through the castle. The adrenaline and the numbing effects of the cold was starting to wear off and as Ginny pounded down the steps of the school, her mouth pounded with pain.
Ignoring it, Ginny found McGonagall's office door and banged on it until she was sure that she could be heard into her private chambers.
"What in the name of Merlin are you doing here?" Minerva McGonagall asked the disheveled looking Ginny when she appeared at the door.
"Please, Professor," Ginny said breathlessly. "There is an emergency in the hospital wing and Madame Pomfrey sent me to find you."
"Good heavens," McGonagall stated, but she wrapped her shawl tighter around her shoulders and followed the red-head back to the hospital wing.
Ginny ran up the last flight of stairs, entering the wing before McGonagall. Panting she hovered at the foot of Draco's bed, watching Madame Pomfrey spoon a small amount of liquid into his mouth.
"Poppy! What-" McGonagall exclaimed, finally reaching Draco's bed and standing next to Ginny. "Why that's…Draco Malfoy…Ginevra…" McGonagall was at a loss. "What are you doing here?"
Ginny didn't want to explain, but did so, lacking the rush in getting her story across this time.
"Wouldn't heal him? A botched surgery? Outrageous! St. Mungo's would never allow this to happen."
"Think about it, Minerva," Madame Pomfrey said for the first time since Ginny and McGonagall's arrival. "Think about who it is, and what he's done. It's no wonder they did it. I'm not condoning their actions but it's no wonder."
"Well," huffed McGonagall. "I never."
The doors to the hospital wing banged open. "And I never expected an injury from my house to go unreported, be it the summer holidays or not." Severus Snape entered the wing and all three women froze in surprised anger.
"Severus," McGonagall nodded curtly, recovering first.
"What has happened?" Snape asked, approaching the bed and ignoring McGonagall's greeting.
Madame Pomfrey looked at Ginny and Snape followed her gaze. "What are-"
Interrupting her professor and not caring, Ginny related the night's events for the third time in a deadpan voice.
"And that's what happened? That's the truth?" Snape asked coldly, narrowing his eyes.
"Yes," Ginny intoned, eyes starting to close, but still focused on Draco.
"Very well," Snape said, straightening. "In the future, I will have you know, Poppy and Minerva, that I will like all instances having to do with both my students and my house related directly to me. As headmaster of Hogwarts I-"
"Headmaster!" Ginny shrieked.
All three of the adults turned to look at her.
"Oh Merlin," she exclaimed before fainting back onto the bed.
The next time Ginny opened her eyes, sunlight flooded her vision, blinding her briefly.
"Oh Ginny!" Something heavy and wet fell upon her as Ginny struggled to comprehend.
It was her mother. And she had been crying.
"I was so worried about you when I saw the clock and oh! You stupid girl!" Mrs. Weasley abruptly changed tone of voice. "What on earth were you thinking leaving the hospital like that? You could have been killed!"
"Am I dead, mum?" Ginny asked.
"Well no…"
"There, you see? Everything's fine."
"Don't get smart with me, Ginevra. I can kept you at home this year if I wanted, and don't think I won't!" Mrs. Weasley looked dangerous.
"Alright, I'm sorry, but I was…" Ginny sat up and looked at the bed next to her. The curtains were drawn, blocking her view of Draco, but she still craned her neck as if the hanging fabric were to part at any moment.
"Is he alright?" Ginny asked with bated breath.
Mrs. Weasley lowered her voice. "He's not going to die, but we can't be sure yet what kind of permanent damage there will be…"
"Damage!" Ginny cried. "I didn't save him in time?!"
Her mother looked at her funny. "Ginny, this is a Malfoy we're talking about here. Who cares? One less Death Eater on our-"
"He doesn't believe in that stuff anymore, mum." Ginny said softly, interrupting her mother.
"I-what?" Mrs. Weasley looked down at her daughter.
"I said, it's not like that. You don't know anything. And besides, are we really going to stoop to that level and not help another human being just because of what his last name is? Mum, I thought that you were a good-guy."
Mrs. Weasley was at a loss. "I-I am the good-guy, Ginny, what's gotten into you?"
Ginny turned her head away. "Nothing."
"Well, Headmaster Snape has given me permission to take you home so up you get!" Mrs. Weasley sounded terse. "No time to waste, we've got a wedding to plan, you know."
Ginny reluctantly got out of bed, all the while looking at the curtains surrounding Draco.
Merlin, I hope I didn't do all that for nothing.
Now Ginny was pissed at herself. How stupid she must have looked flying from London to Hogwarts to save Malfoy.
"Who am I?" She grumbled to herself. "His best friend?"
But as they were exiting the Hospital wing, Ginny felt a pang in her chest and hoped against hope that he would live.
I tried to save someone and couldn't.
She felt her mother's arms around her shoulders as they exited the castle.
Ginny looked down at her feet.
So what good am I?
God, Ginny, get over yourself.
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