Nothing belongs to me.
LXXIII: Pulse
Under different circumstances, Draco would have liked his current position – nestled into Ginny Weasley's bosom, but no, now was not the time to admire the girl's breasts. He listened tentatively for a heart beat.
Truthfully, Draco didn't know how to check for a pulse. Even if he had, his hands were shaking too violently to ensure accurate results.
So he listened for a heart beat instead. It was there, barely audible but there. Relief swelled in his chest like a balloon.
This whole kidnapping ploy was harder than it looked.
Draco wished he had just Apparated her to the Wiltshire manor – none of this trekking through the forest business. His problems though, were only just beginning.
He observed her anxiously now.
She groaned, opening her eyes. "Where am I?" she muttered, staring around the cave Draco had dragged her into. "And – who are you?" she added, at the sight of him.
Draco blinked. "I'm your husband." he said sarcastically.
"I have a husband?"
Draco looked at her strangely. The blank and somewhat expression on her face suggested a lack of recognition.
Well, it had been a pretty big tree branch…and it did manage to knock her unconscious…
"Yeah," he said slowly, watching as she sat up.
With a feeling of unease Draco reached out and felt the large bump on the top of her head.
Was it enough to bring her to this point? With her mind and memory so affected that she was ready to believe that they were married?
Draco sincerely hoped not.
Surely, this would complicate things.