When Ginny woke up the first thing she noticed was the vaguely familiar ceiling of the hospital wing, the second that she had a splitting head-ache, and the third that her right hand hurt like hell. And the cosmos would not be completely happy unless Harry Potter, (Most commonly known as The-Boy-Who-Would-Not-Bloody-Well-Die…err….Who-Lived….) was standing over her bed with a most dissatisfied look on his face.

'Wonder who shoved a wand up his…'

"'Lo Harry. What can I do ya for?" Ginny queried.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley! I cannot believe that you hit your elder brother for the sake of two Slytherin Deatheaters! What in the bloody hell is wrong with you?" Harry ranted, waving his hands in the air, his hair falling -as always- into his eyes.

"Careful Potter, she may do the same to you." A very calm, very cold voice echoed down the long corridor. Long strides carried the boy down the hall, his boot heels thudding lightly on the stones. He came to a rest beside Ginny's bed; on the far side of where Potter tried, unsuccessfully, to intimidate the small female.

"Zabini. Why are you here?" Harry demanded.

"Why to check on my favorite Gryffindor of course. It's not every day that Gin-bug breaks her hand on her dearest brother's face." Blaise lifted Ginny's injured right hand and tisked over it. "My darling, why the hell didn't you keep your thumb on the outside of your fist? Did you forget everything that I taught you?"

Ginny had the modesty to look sheepish. Her cheeks flushed slightly pink as she averted her eyes from Blaise. "Err….well….you see…"

Ginny thought fast and tried to come up with an excuse to get out of the lecture she knew she'd receive for forgetting the very first rule of pummeling your over-sized opponents, "I umm…got distracted! By umm….Snape…wearing a…um….pink house-coat! Yeah that's it…"

Blaise lifted a delicate eyebrow. "That's the best you've got?" He chuckled, ignoring Potter's persistent glaring. "Oh well, remember what you did wrong and maybe- just maybe mind you- I can forgive you."

Ginny's face lightened considerably. She lifted her injured hand and held it out to Blaise childishly, "Kiss it and make it feel better."

Blaise lifted his other eyebrow and smirked amusedly, "I think not Gin. Malfoy would kick my ass, and we both know it's much too valuable a thing to lose over such a small injury…"

Ginny rolled her eyes and put her hand back down. She had begun to pout before she remembered that Harry was still there, observing the exchange with something akin to hate, "Is there something I can do for you Potter?" She finally asked him, staring into those green eyes of his. Four years ago the action would have caused her to melt into a girlish puddle. However, Ginny was not that girl any longer, and now all she saw were eyes hidden behind those horrid glasses.

Harry scowled and turned on his heel to stride out of the Hospital wing, banging into Draco who had just stepped in.

"Watch it Mal-ferret," He snarled, attempting (and failing) to slam the wing's doors shut.

Draco's silver eyes followed the irate boy for a few moments, then turned to meet a matching pair of eyes and a set of warm brown ones, "Who shoved a wand up his ass?"

Ginny burst into a fit of giggles, clutching her side with one arm, while the other thumped down on the bed railing. "Ow! Damnit….stupid sodding bloody bed-rail…should shove you up Harry's bloody ass and give that ruddy poor wand a damn break…." She would have continued if Draco hadn't hurried up the corridor to slap one of his large hands over her mouth.

He kept it there as he asked Blaise a question over her head. "What did Potter want?"

Blaise shook his head, his ears faintly pink from the words Ginny had blurted out. "Don't know mate. Sure made her mad though."

Draco knelt beside Ginny's bed, his hand still clamped over her mouth. At six foot one he had to look up about an inch to meet her eyes as she sat propped in her bed. Her eyes were snapping with temper as she glared at him. "Now Gin. If I move my hand are you going to curse me?"

Ginny glared at him, and then shook her head. Draco sighed and looked at her one more time then asked Blaise another question, leaving his hand on her mouth. Ginny was tired of his hand preventing her from joining the conversation and darted her tongue out to lick said offender.

Draco jerked his hand back as if something had burned him. "She LICKED ME!" Fastidiously he rubbed his hand on the sheets beside her, grimacing.

Ginny and Blaise sniggered at his rather girlish behavior, before Blaise tipped his head at her.

"I'm leaving My Darling. If Pooter bothers you just give us a call!" He bent to peck her on the head and trotted out of the wing before Draco noticed.

Draco straightened up, and looked at Ginny deviously. "You know Gin, I don't object to you licking me, however I can think of other places besides my hand…"

Ginny gasped and looked at him in outrage. He smirked, all of the -doubtful- Malfoy charm turned up to full power. Ginny could almost hear the Charm Captain hollering for all thrusters go…'Oh my…must have hit my head harder than I thought…'

Ginny came to when she felt Draco settle beside her on the bed, "Did I say you could sit here?"

"Not really. But you know you don't mind." Draco replied settling back against the head board. Ginny sighed and leaned up to allow him behind her, then settled back against his chest. She lifted her hand up to his eye-level.

"Yes it's your hand. So what?" Draco asked dryly.

Ginny pouted and shot him a glance over her shoulder. "It's a hand that got hurt fighting your battles Mr. Malfoy."

Draco had the grace to look sheepish. "I'm sorry?" He offered.

"Oh no. You're not getting out of this that easily," Ginny got a mischievous smile on her face, "You have to kiss it and make it better."

Draco sighed in relief as he thought to himself, 'That's all?'

He lifted the injured appendage to his lips and caressed the soft skin exposed above the bandage wrapped around her fingers and thumb. He let his lips linger, trailing a warm dry path along the inside of her wrist, scratch that, a warm wet path along the underside of her wrist and further up her arm.

Ginny sighed, making a very small whimpering sound in the back of her throat. She gave a small shriek when she felt Draco's hand running up and down her left side, his other hand crossing over her stomach to clasp her hip in his large hand. Ginny lost all rational thought when Draco's lips found the curve of her shoulder and closed over it. Ginny's left hand finally came up to grasp ineffectually at his roving arm, latching on fervently.

Draco's mind was in over-load. He had her here in his arms, kissing that slender column of silk that she called a throat. Oh he felt the power in her body thrumming beneath him, the warm hum seducing him into letting his guard down. Ginny suddenly shifted in his arms, turning the tables on him. He lost his hold on her neck, and instead found himself looking down into meltingly sweet brown eyes. She would have looked innocent, lying there in his arms, if not for the devious glint in her eyes. She lifted herself up against his chest using her left hand and secured his lips in hers.

'Mary sweet mother of God…' she thought, capturing Draco's lips in hers. He was pliant under her, languid even. She feared he didn't feel like she did when suddenly his arms closed around her and brought her to him in a crash. He devilishly took her sweet lips and devoured them. Melting as she was she still had a need to breathe and she lifted her lips from his. She snuggled down in his arms and put her head back where she felt it belonged, in the crook of his neck.

"Hand feeling better?" He asked, his voice a harsh growl.

"Much…" Ginny breathed, sighing as she closed her eyes.

"Malfoy medicine….always works." Ginny heard as she drifted off to sleep, her dreams guaranteed to be pleasant.

Draco made sure she was asleep before slipping out from under her slight form. He lay her gently back down on her pillow and pulled her green quilt up over those delectable shoulders of hers. "Night Ginny."

Draco glanced around out of habit and bent to kiss her lips one last time, gently so as not to awaken her. He conjured a tulip, silver just the color of his eyes, and settled it into a vase beside her bed with another tulip. He smirked to himself to see the other flower was black, a present from Slytherin to the bone Blaise. Draco sighed and turned around to tread quietly out of the Wing and back to his prefect duties.