Disclaimer: Harry Potter=sexy…er I mean Harry Potter=Not Mine
A/N: at the bottom, please read.
Love
Ginny was released from the Hospital Wing a few hours later, Draco walking by her side.
"I'm knackered," she said, leaning into him for support, then yawning.
"But you were just sleeping for nearly four hours," he responded with a slight chuckle.
"I'm just knackered. I'm gonna go back to Gryffindor tower and sleep all day."
"Why go back there? Come to my room, and you'll be able to sleep peacefully in there," he said, snaking an arm around her waist.
"Sleep peacefully?" she snorted. "In your room? Not as long as you're there."
"I'll keep my hands to myself, I promise," he stated innocently. Ginny smirked and nodded her head, not believing a word.
But, somehow, he was able to lead her back to the Head Boy's common room. Hermione was there when they entered and she only smiled softly at the sight of the two of them
"Hey Hermione," Ginny greeted. Draco gave her a friendly nod.
"She's crazy," he muttered once they had entered his room. "Easter break and-did you see all of those papers and textbooks she had spread out?"
Ginny chuckled. "You get used to it after being her friend for five years." Draco walked over to his closet as Ginny practically threw herself onto his large bed. "Are you sure you don't mind having me stay here?" she asked, turning herself over and kicking her shoes off so they fell over the side of the bed.
Draco climbed onto his bed and sat next to Ginny, resting his head against the headboard. "I'm sure. You need your rest, and I've been told this bed is pretty comfortable."
"By who?" she asked skeptically.
"Myself," he groaned as he scooted up so his head was lying on one of his pillows. His eyes slowly closed. "I could fall asleep in seconds."
"Wait for me," Ginny joked, rolling over and snuggling into his chest.
"Wouldn't dream of leaving you behind," he responded, draping his arm across her waist.
"You better not," she responded once more, before they both fell into a land of dreams.
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Ginny awoke a few hours later. Her eyelids were heavy and there was a pressing weight on her hip. She looked up to see Draco, asleep and looking as innocent as ever. Then, it all came back to her. Ginny craned her neck up and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
"Draco," she whispered, nudging his head with her own. "Wake up Draco."
He let out a soft moan. "Too early."
"It's nearly six in the evening," she responded, her voice laced with sleep.
"Really?" he asked. "Do me a favor, go tell Hermione, see if she cares."
"You don't want to go to dinner?" He nodded into his pillow. Ginny chuckled and gave him a chaste kiss. "Can't argue with that reasoning."
"Sleep," he groaned. Ginny snuggled closer to him. "It's funny," he began. "Whenever I'm with you, I manage to forget everything. I'd forget my first name if you didn't say it every few minutes."
"I'm glad you feel that way," she stated, raising her head to meet his eyes. "Because some people, Mr. Malfoy, would call that love." She began fiddling with the collar of his shirt, making sure it stayed flat.
He took her hands and held them in his. "Love, huh?" he asked.
"Yep," Ginny replied, scooting closer to him. "Love."
"Interesting." He pressed their foreheads together. "Well, then I guess I might just be in love with you."
"Well, I guess I might just be in love with you, too," Ginny responded, giving him a tender kiss.
"Ginny!!!" came the distressed call that could only her brother's. Suddenly, there were thunder-like steps and the door swung open. Ron stood in shock at the scene before him. He shook his head, and took a few steps forward. "Ginny," he whispered softly. "Bill's been attacked."
Ginny sat straight up and felt herself numbing. She didn't have a response, she only stared at Ron in shock.
"Ginny…" Draco ventured slowly, searching for the words to say. She turned to him, her face a mix of sadness, alarm, and confusion.
"What happened," her voice quivered, and it was dead soft.
"We don't know. We figured it was Voldemort's doing. His injuries aren't too bad, but someone's afraid Voldemort's going to come back and finish what he started. That's why he's being kept in the hospital wing. Do you-"
Before his words could even process, she was up and sprinting to the Hospital Wing. She had always told herself that Bill was one of her favorite brothers. He had always played with her and been so nice to her when she was younger.
She reached the Hospital Wing, and tore back the curtains of the first bed she approached. There lay Bill, as pale and as scarred as ever. She bit her lip to keep from crying, and placed her hand on his. Suddenly, a burning sensation began coursing through her veins. She cried out and began falling back, until someone caught her and the world went dark.
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Her brother. She could see him as clear as ever, tending to one of the baby dragons. She tried to walk forward, but she was stuck in the spot. All of a sudden, a shadowy figure snuck up behind him and hit him over the head with a lead pipe. Ginny screamed.
"Stop!" Bill screamed, as the figure pulled out a wand and cast a spell that Ginny had never heard before. His eyes fluttered closed, as Ginny tried to reach out, do anything, but she was frozen to the spot. The figure quickly replaced his wand to his pocket and began flitting away.
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Ginny awoke in Draco's arms, with him whispering soothing words and pushing tresses of her hair aside.
"Are you ok?" was the first thing he asked.
"Fine," she croaked. "I saw Bill being attacked, though." I must tell Harry that I know how he feels when he has his nightmares.
"By who?" Draco asked.
"I don't know. But Bill will when he's awake. I'm sure he'll tell us." Ginny raised her head from his shoulder where it had been resting. "I'm scared. I want these things to stop happening."
"Me too, Gin," he said softly, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. She nuzzled her head into his neck and took in the scent that was purely him. It was like a mint-y vanilla sort of scent with a dash of cinnamon.
Ginny felt his lips upon the skin of her neck. "I love you," she whispered.
"I love you back."
A/N: I know it's not much but it's all I can manage for now. The next chapter should be at least three times as long! Yay!
-OceanAve