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Heal Me

"Are you sure you don't want to join us?" Hermione asked politely, while Ginny secretly scoffed. She knew that Hermione had never been a big fan of her, and was only asking as to not be rude. Personally, Ginny didn't like Hermione much either. So what if she sometimes secretly made the scales tip and Ron ended up with Lavender after a long night? She wasn't doing anything illegal.

"Yeah, I've got loads of homework to do," the little red-head lied smoothly. Was it just her imagination or did Hermione's eyes light up when she said 'homework'? Ginny snorted, not even bothering to cover it up. She turned on her heal and left the Golden Trio to do whatever they wanted.

Sighing, Ginny wandered through the empty halls. It was still in the middle of dinner, so not many people were out. At one time she passed by Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson, but they didn't even insult her, much less acknowledge her. They were too caught up in their own world. Besides that, she saw no one else, other students probably wanted to eat instead of spend their time moping about the castle, she thought bitterly.

Ginny gave a slight start when she noticed that she was on the second floor. Not sure how she got there, and finding that she didn't really care, Ginny rounded the corner, only to find herself on the ground in the next moment.

"Oof," she grunted when her backside hit the floor. She felt a pain shoot up her back on impact, and she inwardly groaned. Great, more injuries before Quidditch. Ginny turned her blue eyes up to the person she had crashed to, and apology forming on her lips, but it caught in her throat.

The other person, a male, had not fallen like she had. Instead, he had caught himself and kept balance, watching the girl tumble before him. Ginny stared up into the stormy grey eyes of Draco Malfoy. She waited for him to insult her, to say something about her family or money, but he didn't. Instead, much to her surprise, he offered her his hand.

Ginny stared at his face for a moment, which was blank of emotions, then to his hand. What if he snatched it away when she reached for it and laugh at her? She stared at it more closely, but her decision never came. Instead, her eyes widened. "Oh Merlin, your hand, you're hurt!" Ginny said, scrambling to her feet. She heard a gasp, but she didn't know if it had come from her. Not thinking about what she was doing, she grabbed his hand and pulled it to her, bringing Draco along with it.

His hand was all bloody and the flesh over his knuckles was open. Ginny frowned. "What happened?" she asked, concerned. She stared up at his face, and noticed he looked worse then she thought. There was no doubt that he was still the most attractive guy at school, but his eyes, usually bright with humor and mischief, were dim. His angular jaw was set, and his hair was sexily disarray from running his hand, the uninjured one, through it. Ginny couldn't help but notice that his made him all the more irresistible.

"Why do you care?" he asked her, but to her surprise, he didn't yank his hand away and accuse her of being a traitor like she thought he would.

Ginny stumbled to find an answer. "I don't," she said, but she winced when it came out and saw his face. Not only did she sound like a heartless bitch now, but Ginny could have sworn she saw his face fall. Something she recognized flashed through his eyes, but she couldn't place it at the given time.

Draco pulled his hand back, but gentler than she thought he would. "If you don't care, don't ask," he said icily, then he brushed past her. Ginny stood, staring at the place he had been just seconds ago. She whirled around to see where he went, but she didn't find Draco. Instead, she found Pansy Parkinson, with her hands on her hips and not looking pleased.

"Weasley," she said curtly. This should be fun, Ginny thought sarcastically. She nodded in acknowledgment.

"Parkinson, is there something I can do for you?" Ginny asked politely. The blonde witch's eyes narrowed.

"I was just wondering if you enjoyed your little chat with Draco," she asked pleasantly. Ginny stopped herself from shuddering, but a shiver still travelled up her spine. Damn Parkinson, she can be bloody terrifying when she wants to be.

"I just bumped into him by accident, if that's what you mean," Ginny told her honestly. What was with this girl?

"It looked like flirting to me," Pansy growled. Ginny's jaw dropped in shock. Flirting? Was this girl insane? How on Earth was that flirting?

Ginny just glared at the blonde Slytherin, having no other better response to that. Pansy held her nose high and sniffed. "Very well then," she flicked her hair and stalked off. Ginny stared after her with a raised eyebrow. What was with her?

Brushing off her thoughts, Ginny decided to try and forget it all. Except she couldn't. What had happened to his hand? Did he do that to himself? To say she was worried was an understatement.

Pansy Parkinson sat in the Slytherin Common Room, staring at the fire flickering before her. She was worried about Draco, though she wasn't sure if she should be. She was more confused than worried. Sighing, she turned a little to look at the Italian beside her. He was reading a book, and she was bored as hell. Not to mention that she couldn't focus on anything right now. Pansy stood and brushed herself off, and Blaise finally looked up.

"Where are you going?" he asked her, frowning. Dinner would be over soon and everyone would be retiring to their dorms. Pansy sighed.

"I need to think," she said only that as she brushed past him and out of the Common Room. The coolness of the dungeons was inviting, caressing her skin which was hot for no apparent reason.

Draco wasn't new to mood swings, but he had never really lied to her before, right? She hoped not, at least. She knew she was probably blowing up this entire thing. There had to be a logical reason for him to lie, or maybe he just mixed up the dates. That was perfectly possible. But for some reason, something else was nagging her at the back of her mind. Sighing again, she seemed to be doing a lot of that lately, she settled herself in one of the many corners of Hogwarts. Often times she escaped to go sit on a window sill or behind a statue, just to be alone.

Pansy pressed her back against the stone, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply. There was no sound at all until she heard footsteps. She carefully peeked around the corner of the statue, where she saw Draco making his way through the corridor. Good, now she could give him a piece of her mind, Pansy prepared to stand, but stopped suddenly when she saw the youngest Weasley, Jennifer? Rounding the corner just then, slamming smack into Draco. Pansy shrunk back, deciding to observe instead of intervene.

The red-head tumbled to the ground, but Draco managed to catch his balance. A smile quirked at her lips; this was something she had always loved about him. The young Malfoy heir moved with such grace, it was captivating. Confusion clouded her eyes, however, when Draco stretched out his hand to help her up. Ginny stared at it like it was contaminated. Pansy was about to laugh it off, but she gasped when she saw the damage done to his hand. What on Earth…? She quickly clamped a hand over her mouth, scolding herself for making noise. How awkward it would be if she were found in this predicament. How would she explain herself then?

"Oh Merlin, your hand, you're hurt!" Ginny cried, getting to her feet clumsily and grabbing Draco's hand in her own. Something dropped in Pansy's stomach when she did that. What confused her was that Draco wasn't pulling his hand away from her. Pansy frowned, which turned into a glare when she noticed the color on her friend's cheekbones.

"Why do you care?" Draco demanded in an icy tone. Pansy watched the emotions flicker across Ginny's face, and the disappointment on Draco's when she said,

"I don't,"

Pansy recognized the look that flashed across Draco's face before he hid it behind his cool and composed mask. It was the expression he got after a verbal sparring match with his father. Pansy would find him, Lucius's only son, broken down and feeling as if he were good for nothing and no one. Pansy was always there to comfort him. But why did Ginny's opinion matter to him so much?

"If you don't care, don't ask," Draco was pulling his hand back much kinder than he should've been. Ginny looked as if she were hit with the stupefy hex. Pansy decided to step in. She crept behind the Weasley, causing Ginny to jump when she turned to call Draco back.

Putting her hands on her hips to create and more imposing figure, Pansy stepped out with a smirk. "Weasley,"

The surprise that registered on the red-heads face was priceless, but she quickly contained it. "Parkinson, is there something I can do for you?" she asked through gritted teeth. Pansy wasn't one to dance around subjects, she narrowed her eyes and got straight to the point.

"I was just wondering if you enjoyed your little chat with Draco," she asked pleasantly. Pansy did a little cheer when her words came out more terrifying when she had first meant them to.

"I just bumped into him by accident, if that's what you mean," Ginny eyes got all wide and innocent in that Gryffindor way of hers.

"It looked like flirting to me," Pansy growled. She watched Ginny's jaw hit the floor, but there was something else besides surprise, it was more like…hope? No, that couldn't be right.

But instead of saying words, Ginny just glared at Pansy in a way that Pansy was sure was supposed to be threatening. "Very well then," she flicked her hair haughtily and turned on her heel with an air of triumph. She could feel the Gryffindors eyes burning into the back of her head as she stalked away.

Pansy was all riled up, but she didn't know why. She found that she didn't know a lot of things lately. She stomped into the Slytherin Common room, ignoring the freaked out looks she was getting from her angry aura. The blonde witch came to a halt in front of Blaise, who was right where she left him.

"Yes?" he asked lightly, his eyes still on his book. Pansy grabbed his book and wrenched it from his lap, tossing it across the room. Blaise snapped his head up to her.

"What the h-" he began, his voice thick, but Pansy didn't let him finish.

"Blaise, we have to do something about Draco."

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