Prompt: Don't You Die On Me

Pairing: Drinny

Rating: K+ for swearing

He had seen her fall many times. But not like this.

"WHY ARE YOU BEING SO SLOW?!" he yelled as Madam Pomfrey summoned a stretcher. "CAN'T YOU SEE, SHE'S FUCKING BLEEDING!"

"Mr. Malfoy, kindly step back!" snapped Madam Pomfrey as she tried to contemplate how to put Ginny onto a stretcher without doing any more damage. "This situation is critical enough without you harping at me!"

It was an awful scene. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were having a match, and normally Draco wouldn't have even gone to a game that he wasn't playing in, but he had promised he would go and watch her play. She looked amazing in the air, scoring goal after goal as if she was playing a pro game.

She had gone high for a catch, and at the same time a bludger had came out of nowhere, slamming into her side and knocking her almost 50 ft out the air. McGonagall had mere seconds to slow down her descent, but she still hit the ground very forcefully.

Draco didn't even realize how fast he had gotten down to her, it was like he was flying himself. He reached her about the same time Madam Pomfrey did, and seen the blood coming from various places on her person, her head being one of them.

Ron and Harry had gotten down there too, and was yelling along with Draco, frustrating the old healer. Finally, she silenced their voices so she could concentrate on what she had to do.

When she had safely, but swiftly gotten Ginny onto a stretcher, she levitated it as quickly as she could back to the hospital wing with the boys in tow, still silently screaming. Madam Pomfrey didn't let them beyond the doors. With a wave of her wand, she returned their voices to them and slammed the door shut behind her.

"What the bloody fuck happened out there?!" asked Harry to Ron.

"Fucking Smith came out of nowhere and blocked my view!" explained Ron. "I knew something was going to happen when he wasn't chasing after Ginny, I just didn't know it would be that!"

"Maybe you should take better care of your fucking teammates, Potter!" yelled Draco.

Harry glared at him. "What the fuck are you doing here anyways, Ferret Boy?!"

"Because I'm actually concerned for her and watched the shit happen!"

"Shove it, Malfoy!" yelled Ron "Matter of fact, shove off!"

"I'm not going anywhere and you should already know that by now, Weasley King." growled Draco, staring Ron down as if he wanted to duel, or fight.

Ron threw up his hands and leaned against the wall, mumbling insults. It had been like this since fourth year. Ginny and Draco had developed some weird friendship that Ginny had dared any of her brothers, Harry, and Hermione to try to sever, and he had put up with it. He never wanted to be okay with it, but since Draco never did anything wrong to her, he couldn't argue.

Draco sat on the bench beside the door, his hands resting on the top of his head. The sight of Ginny Weasley's injured and bloody body consumed his mind. She wasn't moving, and she had looked as if she were barely breathing.

His mind began to reflect on everything that he and Ginny had gone through since they started being friends after the Yule Ball. How he had seen her taking off her shoes to rub her Neville stubbed feet, and while he avoided Pansy, stood out there and talked with her, how she had came to him for Potions help a month later, in exchange for help with Charms, how they exchanged banter filled letters during the summer, how they helped each other through the years with all matters of things from schoolwork, to personal, and how just the other day, they had shared a kiss that they didn't know quite what to do with.

Draco had been wanting to tell her for days after that kiss that he wanted to be more than just friends. That he was in love with her. He had thought it for years actually, he just never had the courage to tell her.

And now...would he ever be able to tell her?

Draco blocked out the conversation of his rivals while he though all of this over. He found himself wanting to cry, but holding it back. Didn't want to give those tossers ammo.

"Don't you die on me." he whispered over and over, the words giving him some strange kind of comfort, but at the same time, scaring him to death. He would lose his mind if she died or had something permanently wrong with her brain as a result.

What if she did have some sort of brain injury. Would the Weasleys let him visit her? He already had Mrs. Weasley enamored with him, and the two oldest brothers liked him. The rest of the family however, despised he and Ginny's relationship. Would that hinder him from being around her? Taking care of her?

For hours he sat on that bench, not daring to move, even when Pomfrey stuck her head out and demanded that they leave, without telling them what was going on. Harry and Ron (with the urging of Hermione, who had came by to check on Ginny) reluctantly did as they were told, while Draco refused.

Two hours later, Madam Pomfrey came outside of the door. Draco stood straight up, eager to hear what was going on.

"I had a feeling you would still be here," said Madam Pomfrey in a calm, but annoyed voice.

"How is she?" asked Draco, not caring to hear her scold.

"She's stable." said Madam Pomfrey. "She will be going to St Mungo's within the hour to see about her brain activity, but her bones and cuts are completely healed, and she isn't paralyzed."

"Can I go and see her?" he asked. Madam Pomfrey looked as if she wanted to give him an immediate no. However, she nodded her head, asked him not to stay too long, and directed him inside and over to her bed.

Draco stood beside Ginny's bed and gazed at her. She had been cleaned up, so he could see places where dittany was applied to seal up deep wounds, and she had a scar that almost resembled Harry's lightning bolt. Draco chuckled at it.

'She is going to hate that one.' he thought as he lightly touched the scar. He bent down and kissed it gently, trying hard not to wake her. Then, he sat down in the chair beside her bed, his hand gently smoothing down her hair.

He took her right hand into his and kissed the back of it, the gesture finally cracking his resolve. The tears flowed from his eyes like rain in a thunderstorm. She looked so innocent and sweet, like nothing was wrong with her. As if she would wake up at any time and wonder when the next time she could fly.

"Don't worry," said Draco, telling himself that more than he was telling her. "No matter what happens, I'll take care of you. I promise."

He eventually wiped the stream off of his face, though still feeling as if he had the weight of a hippogriff on his shoulders. Would she be okay? Would she remember him? Or anyone? Or herself? Would she be able to function?

None of those questions were answered yet. However, his kind was 100% made up.

He still loved her. And he would always take care of her.

No matter what.