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I sprinted down the snow-covered lawn when I saw them appear, Adele the only one ahead of me. She let out a dry sob when we saw Draco and Tom both covered in blood. Tom was supporting Draco who seemed the worse for wear. Adele was sobbing, running her fingers over his face, and Tom lay him down on the snow. Narcissa knelt down beside him, and even Lucius came over to try and help.
"Love, oh god, there's so much blood!" I whimpered to Tom, and he held me close to him.
"Not mine," he promised, "Don't worry, I'm fine. It's Draco we need to worry about, and now." The resounding note of authority in his voice carried to the Malfoys who were in hysterics on the ground. He lifted Draco up with his wand, and maneuvered him inside, to the infirmary that was rarely used. He lay him down on a cot, and then one of the mediwizards who were death eaters tended to him.
We retreated to our rooms, and he lay down tiredly on the bed. I got a wet cloth and began cleaning the blood off of him. We stayed together in silence for a while.
"Ginny," Tom began, but broke off.
"Yes?" I prompted him.
"He…Draco's my best mate."
"I know, love."
"If he dies… I don't even know what spell Granger cast on him." I smoothed his hair back and kissed his forehead.
"Try and get some sleep," I said. "I'll be back soon."
"I won't be able to sleep." He murmured, his voice breaking. I stared down at him. This must be somewhat how he was when Harry took me. Anger at Harry coursed through my veins, but I fought it down. I picked his wand up and pressed it to his temple. A silent spell had him asleep immediately, and I kissed him softly on the lips before leaving the room.
Adele was still in the infirmary, sobbing upon Draco.
"Is he…" I asked the mediwizard.
"He's alive, just. A spell was cast upon him, one that I've never seen before. He's in a coma, and I don't know the remedy." I gulped and Adele looked at me through bloodshot eyes.
"Help me." She croaked. "Help him." The look in her eyes haunted me, and I backed out of the room. My heart burned in agony. I needed to do something, anything to help. An idea popped into my head. Tom was asleep; there was nothing he could do about it. Also, power was coming off of me in waves from my concealed anger. I could take them. Not as Ginny, but as Tom's mate. I walked out the main door and apparated to 12 Grimmauld place. I opened the door, and I heard noises coming from the kitchen. My hair flew around me from the magical currents stemming from my core, my black robes swirled along with it. I walked into the kitchen, and everyone in the room froze. My entire family was there, and Harry. Something took over inside of me, something that had been building up for a long time, possibly building since I had been possessed in my first year.
"Hello, my family." I hissed in a voice that wasn't my own. "I hope you're all well." I seemed quite deranged, and my family thought so too. "Tell me, where is Hermione? She has something I require." I heard a squeak of fear from a corner behind me. I turned and saw her pressed into a corner, with Ron standing in front of her protectively. I saw Percy slowly pulling out his wand, and I summoned it to me wordlessly. "What, Percy? You already killed Fred, you were going to kill another sibling?" I asked in a black voice. He cringed away from me in fear. I turned back to Ron and Hermione. I swept Ron out of the way with a lazy hand. "So, sister, tell me. What curse did you use on Draco?" Hermione looked like she couldn't form a coherent sentence. I stood with my arms crossed, one foot tapping on the stone floor. I looked at the clock in the room. It was the one that told of where my family members were. All needles were pointing to mortal danger, with the exception of mine, and I grinned evilly. I sighed. Hermione wouldn't give me the answer readily. "Legilimens." I hissed, and delved into her mind. It was one of her own spells, one I had never encountered before.
"You won't be able to save him." She whispered vehemently at me.
"Oh no? Then you will." I grabbed her arm and began to drag her out of the house but my father stopped me.
"Ginny, don't do this." He said quietly. "Don't do something that you won't ever be able to take back." The look in his eyes, a pleading look, snapped me out of my trance-like state.
"Dad…" I broke off and hugged him tightly. I began sobbing into his chest and he held me tightly to him. Charlie came up behind me and rubbed my back, and then George joined him, stroking my hair softly.
"What happened?" My father asked.
"Draco…he's in a coma or something…" I sobbed. "He's o-one of my b-best friends, dad. I n-need to save him."
"I didn't mean to hit Malfoy." Hermione squeaked.
"So what if you did?" Demanded Ron. "The git is working for the dark side now!" George glared at him.
"Shut up Ron." He spat.
"I just didn't know what to do." Hermione said, and I looked at her.
"Save him. He's innocent."
"As innocent as any evil git can get." Ron growled under his breath.
"Ronald!" My mother chided. We looked at each other for a long moment. "Give her the antidote, Hermione."
"What? Why?" Ron spluttered.
"Just do it." Charlie said. I smiled up at him and he wiped away a tear from my eye.
"What was up with your eyes?" George asked me. I looked at him bemusedly.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"They were black when you came in, not brown like they are now. That's weird." I nodded. I would need to ask Tom about that. "Come back when you can, Gin. I want to meet this husband of yours." I barked a laugh at that. Tom in the same room as my family wouldn't be pretty.
"Hermione?" I asked. She nodded, and handed me a small vial of black liquid.
"I made that curse myself." She said. "Don't think I won't use it on Riddle, though."
"I'll make sure to keep him away from you." I said through my teeth. I snatched the vial and sprinted out of the house. I apparated away, and bolted up the snow covered lawn.
I burst through the doors and took the steps two at a time. I skidded through the doors to the infirmary, and Adele and an irate looking Tom greeted me. I walked over to the mediwizard and handed him the antidote. Adelé hugged me tightly, sobbing out a 'thank you' before she went to her husband. I turned on my heel to find Tom. He looked livid.
"Don't do that again." He ordered, his black eyes snapping.
"It was an emergency." I closed my eyes, and sucked the power that was flowing around me back into my body. I opened my eyes to see Tom had disappeared down the hallway. I ran after him, calling his name. "Where are you going?" I demanded. He ignored me, lengthening his stride. I ran after him, and he slammed the door behind him in our chambers. I opened it and followed him in. "Don't pretend that you're upset that I did it!" I snapped at him. He looked over his shoulder at me incredulously.
"What? You think I'm happy that you just knocked me out, then disappeared?" He demanded. I threw my hands in the air in exasperation.
"You need to tone it down, Tom. I have needs too, like saving him! It needed to be done, and I'm not sorry!" We fumed, glaring at each other, and I stalked into the bathroom, pulling off my sweater and jeans as I went.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm taking a shower." I snapped. I closed the door behind myself and stripped the rest of my clothes off. I turned on the shower with a wave of my wand, which was enchanted to fall like rain from the ceiling of the shower. I stepped into the hot water and sighed. I scrubbed at my face with my hands, and ran my hair underneath the water. Tom was far too over protective. I wasn't some delicate flower who had to be protected all the time. No, he was far too unreasonable for his own good. I sighed. Not unreasonable, no. We were close, so close. I would have been upset were I in his position. I heard the door open quietly, and the ruffle of clothes on the marble floor. He pulled back the shower curtain and got into the shower behind me. I heard the 'splut' of shampoo coming out of the bottle, and next thing felt his hands in my hair, massaging it in.
"You were right," he finally conceded.
"Hmm?" I asked. I hadn't been listening. I was concentrating on his hands on my scalp.
"I over reacted. Of course you needed to get it." We stood under the water in silence. "I'm sorry I yelled at you." He said mechanically. "Next time, can you tell me when you're going to run off and do something like that?" I decided there had been enough tension between us.
"What makes you think there'll be a next time?" I asked, grinning as I turned to him, and rinsed the soapy water from my hair.
"Please?" He begged.
"Yes, I will. But you wouldn't have let me go, and regretted it later." He nodded thoughtfully, then ducked down to five me a swift kiss. He pulled back grinning, and I whined in protest. I looked him over and felt my mouth watering.
"You can never tell with my friends. They always go off and do something stupid." I giggled back.
"Like get hit by a hex that was meant for you." He rolled his eyes.
"The mudblood would never have hit me."
"Oh of course." I said, pinching his cheek. The evil look he sent me had me laughing outright. He leaned down to kiss me again, and pushed me against the wall.