The Prefect Bathroom Escapades by OceanAvenue213

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Mystery
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 07/11/2004
Last Updated: 10/03/2005
Status: In Progress

Things get harder for one Miss Ginny Weasley after she realizes that she's a seer. A string
of weird events, accompanied by Prefect Bathroom visits with none other than Draco Malfoy, will
make this one certainly interesting year for her and the one she loves. The twist: she's not
quite sure how much time with him she might just really have. Could this really be the fall of
Draco Malfoy? PG13 for frightening moments and Draco's naughty mouth.




1. The Nightmare of Her Dreams
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter = Not Mine

A/N: New story!! Yay! Ban the Tube Top should be up tomorrow, about time! I just need to put on
finishing touches! I hope you like. The inspiration just jolted me one day in Language Arts,
because my teacher was boring me so much I spaced.

The Prefect Bathroom Escapades: Chapter 1

Pure ecstasy pounded through her veins as she licked his lips, curving her tongue into an arc to
slip ever-so-gently into his mouth, gripping fistfuls of his hair. Water droplets rolled from her
forehead in her eyes clashing with sweat. Her heart was pounding, her lips were racing her hands
were groping, touching, burning to feel more of this milky-white skin she was discovering. Hands
roamed, never farther than necessary, completely lost within the depths of one little kiss.

“I love you,” she whispered throatily, grinning into that face she loved so much.

He smirked as she exposed the creamy tan skin of the neck to him. “I-“ he planted a kiss on her
collarbone. “Love,” he planted a kiss on the blue vein running up her neck. “You too,” he finished
as their lips met again in a furious clash.

“Don’t leave me,” she cried, tears now mingling with her sweat and the water that surrounded
them.

“I won’t,” he replied, angling her head down so he could meet her gaze. She straddled his hips,
feeling only the material of his swim trunks. “I couldn’t.”

“Good,” was the last word she uttered, before capturing his lips in another fierce kiss.

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Ginny Weasley bolted upright. Sweat was dripping off her brow and her eyes were wide. The
curtains were shut around her bed, but judging by the darkness it had to be at least one in the
morning. Just then, one of her roommates let out a loud grunt, jerking her from her state of
after-sleep.

“Oh no,” she muttered. “No, no, no.” She had been having dreams (premonitions?) of her and…the
unthinkable…the untouchable…the too god-damned-sexy-for-his-own-good Draco Malfoy. It has been told
that every Weasley woman had been a seer, gaining their power around their sixteenth year. This was
Ginny’s year. Her mother didn’t have it, because technically she was not Weasley by blood, only by
marriage.

Ginny stepped out of her bed, not even bothering to push back her floating four-poster drapes.
She stepped into a pair of slippers, grabbed her toiletries, and headed for the Prefect
bathroom.

She was there in no more than ten minutes, narrowly escaping a run-in with Filch and Mrs.
Norris. Thank Merlin Mad-Eye taught her a few lessons in stealthy night-walking over the
summer.

Ginny turned on the tap in the pool-like bathtub, making sure it was steaming hot. Anything else
right now just wouldn’t do. She shed her clothes, revealing only a simple two-piece bathing suit.
She never bathed in the pool tub without something adequately covering her, just in case. Sliding
into the bath, she groaned as the tension in her aching muscles released.

“Who’s in there?” a voice asked, coming from the door. Ginny quickly dunked herself under water,
using a temporary breathing spell, leaving her without need to breathe for a few moments. When
Ginny thought she heard the sounds of footsteps leading away, she came back up only to literally
come face to face with her worst nightmares.

“Malfoy,” she uttered, scared. All her dreams had take place in the exact spot they were in
now.

“Weasley,” he spat, swimming around her to the other side of the pool. “I can’t believe I just
got into a bath tub filled with filth.” Ginny usually would’ve quipped back with some snide remark,
but she couldn’t. She couldn’t frame a response. She could barely even breathe in the presence of
her potential love.

So, she did the only thing that she could think of: she cried. Tears started to slip down her
cheeks as horrible thoughts of what was to become of her entered her mind. Macabre thoughts of her
ending up crucio’d to death by him started to plague each and every one.

She covered her face with her hands and silently wept.

“Er..Weasley?” Draco asked slowly, perplexed by this unusual reaction. “I guess I hit a nerve
there.”

But she ignored him, taking water, splashing it into her face, and running her hands though her
damp ginger locks.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Not that I care, but I’m curious,” he quickly added.

“Nothing,” she responded after calming down. She slunk down so her shoulders were aligned with
the border of the tub and she could fit her body perfectly into the corner.

“Oh,” he responded quietly. “Ok then.” Draco dove under, reappearing four seconds later in a
spot slightly to the left of where he had been.

“Quit it!” she snapped. “You’re making me nervous.”

“How so?” he asked rudely, dunking under yet again, and reappearing only five feet from her.

“Stay away from me,” she warned, her voice quivering.

“Why should I?” he asked hotly, standing up and swimming closer to her.

“Quit it!” she shouted at him, turning around and facing the corner of the tub.

“No,” he argued, stepping closer and closer, until he was but ten inches from her. Ginny slowly
turned to meet his silver gaze, entranced in the eyes that had captured her in her dreams.

“I-I,” she stuttered. “Go away!”

“Why should I? Why are you so scared of me?” he asked. Ginny tried to turn away but he grabbed
her shoulder and gently (*Gently?*) turned her around. “Tell me, Weaselette, why are you so
scared of me?” His eyes bore into hers, hypnotizing her. She couldn’t resist the truth if she
wanted.

“I think I love you.”

Silence was all that ensued. Draco didn’t make a move. His face was set in stone. You could
barely tell he was breathing unless you watched the hypnotic rhythm of his chest rising and
falling, with little water droplets trailing down his chest…

*Oh Merlin, Ginny, get a grip on yourself!*

“Pardon?” he asked, sticking a finger in his ear and cleaning out the water.

“I think I love you,” she repeated, unsure if his reaction was good or bad.

“But, you’re a Weasley. I’m a Malfoy. You do know your brother hates my guts?” he asked. He
interlaced his fingers behind his back.

“Yes,” she responded. She waited a few moments. There was nothing but an unbearably long
silence. “Well, get it over with and turn me down already!” she spat, annoyed he had already taken
up a precious ten minutes of her life.

“Who says I was going to turn you down in the first place, Weasel?” he spat right back, venom
dripping from his tone.

“You’d never go out with me! I’m not good enough for you!” She quipped sardonically.

“Yea, whatever,” he responded dismissively. Draco stepped closer to her, lowering himself down
to her level. Their lips were two inches apart and for one horrific moment she believed he was
going to kiss her, but no such luck. He leaned in close to her ear, intentionally staying there
just to torment her with his hot breath tickling her ear.

“What are you doing?” she asked, trembling. His hands rested on her shoulders, running down her
arms and snaking around her waist.

“I don’t know,” he responded. “But I know you like it.”

“How are you so sure?” she asked, trying to keep a calm demeanor, with no avail.

“Goosebumps,” he said, trailing his fingers in the path of a small water droplet, along the
Goosebumps on her upper chest.

“Quit it,” she said, without any real meaning to the words.

“You know you don’t want me to,” he whispered into her ear.

“Figured me out, haven’t you?” she murmured, as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down to
meet him in a soft kiss.

Not exactly a cliffie, but I gotta kill it off somewhere! Next update maybe tomorrow with Ban
the Tube Top!

Review if you dare! Muahaha!



2. Survival of the Siblings
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter = not mine!

A/n: Second helping of my story.

The Prefect Bathroom Escapades: Chapter 2

Ginny pushed him away.

*Wait, Ginny?! What in the bloody hell are you doing?*

“What?” Draco asked, looking mockingly hurt.

“I can’t do this. I’m sorry, but I just can’t. My brothers, my morals, my reputation, all will
be risked. Doing this, we could cross the line between enemy and well, dating. Do you really want
to do that?” Ginny replied, dipping lower into the water for her top half was becoming cold.

“Well, if I didn’t, I-“ but Ginny had clapped her hand over his mouth. His face turned to
annoyance, and his tongue darted out and licked her palm to get her to remove her hand. He failed
though, because except for cringing, she made no move to remove her hand.

There were hushed voices that entered prefect bath. It sounded familiar, definitely their age,
maybe a bit younger. Ginny laid a hand on his head and pushed him under the water in one deft
movement

“Who’s there?” Ginny asked into the dark. The only lights were two wall lamps at the end of the
room.

“Ginny?” One of the voices asked.

“Ron?” she asked back.

“Yea, it’s me,” and the shadow of Ron and the other mysterious person came into view.
“Er..Luna’s here with me,” he said rather stiffly. There was a small chuckle followed by “Luna,
quit it.” Ron and Luna stepped out of the darkness, hands intertwined.

*Hands intertwined?*

“Ron..” Ginny gasped. “Luna!” they looked down to their intertwined hands and both blushed.

“It was supposed to be and stay a secret. Yeah, we’re dating,” Luna said, positively
beaming.

“I won’t squeal, I promise,” Ginny responded, her hand combed through Draco’s hair to keep him
underwater. Luna and Ron sighed in unison, and then slipped into the tub. Draco began to bump his
head against her palm, and small, nearly unnoticeable air bubbles began to form at the surface of
the water.

“What are you doing here, Gin?” Ron asked. If on cue, Draco popped up at the surface, gasping
for breath. His back was turned to Ron and Luna, so he hadn’t noticed them.

“Who was that?” he gasped, laying a hand over his chest to calm his breathing.

“Uh, Draco,” she muttered, motioning behind him, but he didn’t pick up the hint.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, noticing her odd expression. Ginny looked behind his shoulder to see
Ron and Luna, too stunned for words.

“Umm, you-er,” she stuttered. He smirked.

“You are living proof I render womankind speechless,” he said slyly, tracing a finger on the
patch of freckles on her shoulder. Trying her best to frame a reply, but not coming up with one,
she laid a hand on his chest and gently pushed him so he could face what she had been trying to
tell him all along.

“Oh crap.”

“Malfoy, get your grimy hands off my sister!” Ron ordered, Luna standing still beside him.
Draco’s hand snapped to his side.

“What the bloody fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ron snarled at Ginny. “This is Draco bleeding
Malfoy!” he raged on, swiping a hand in his direction.

“I’m very well aware of who he is, thank you very much,” Ginny shot back, Draco standing
silently at her side.

“If you want to go ahead and fuck my worst enemy right in front of me, go bloody well ahead!” he
screamed.

“Ronald, calm down. It may not be how it looks,” Luna said calmly.

“No, Luna,” Ginny started sincerely to her friend, then turned her icy gaze towards her brother.
“That’s exactly how it is.”

Ginny then did the most unexpected thing. She turned to Draco, flung her arms around his neck,
and pulled him down to her so their lips crashed into a furious kiss. He was slightly surprised at
first, but relaxed into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Ginny!” Ginny heard Ron exclaim, but she paid no notice. She was too absorbed in the fact how
it felt so good to be in his arms. His hands roamed over her stomach, up her ribs, and he picked
her up and sat her on the edge of the tub. Her hands raked through the flaxen-colored silk perched
upon his head. Her fingers were wringing the small water droplets from them, filling her hands with
warm water.

Their tongues battled on, for a good few minutes, until they pulled apart for breath.
“They’re…gone…” Draco gasped.

“Good,” Ginny gasped, sliding down back into the water. “I’m freezing.” She swam under for a
minute, and popped back up to find herself in close proximity to Draco.

“Uh…hi,” he said, puffing his chest out.

“Quite a show,” Ginny answered what was on both of their minds.

“Er…yeah,” he responded awkwardly. “So…”

“I won’t be offended if you don’t make anything of that kiss,” she said meekly, readjusting her
swimsuit as to have a reason not to look him in the eye.

“Well, what do you want me to think of it?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, I’d like it to actually mean something to you,” she started. “But the chances are one in
a million.”

“Who says that?” he asked hotly.

“Look at me; tattered, torn clothes, dirty hideous pumpkin colored hair, ugly freckles, second
and third-hand books. You don’t want me. You want a pureblood beauty,” Ginny responded, amazed she
could even pull something that deep out of her being.

“Beauty can be found in even the simplest of things,” Draco responded, pushing a long, damp lock
of hair out of her eyes. Since it was wet, it seemed almost a brunette color.

“Pfft…whatever you say, ferret,” she responded, looking down to her clasped hands.

“You know what, that kiss didn’t mean anything,” he said rudely, climbing out of the tub. “I
don’t want to even look at a girl who doesn’t realize how beautiful she is.”

“No!” Ginny called, reaching a hand out to grab his leg. “Don’t leave, please. I’m sorry, I’m
just-I just have low self-esteem.”

“I can see that,” he responded as he settled back into place next to her. “It’s fine, really. We
all have esteem problems, even if most of us don’t admit it.”

Ginny turned to him. “So what do you think dear Ronniekins is gonna do?” Ginny asked.

“Well, it’s probably gonna be around the whole school by tomorrow,” Draco mused.

“No,” Ginny replied. “I know him. He’ll start by telling Harry and Hermione right off the bat.
They’ll be waiting for me in the common room when I get back. They’ll want an explanation that I
won’t give, instead calling Ron a pig, the storming to my dormitory to go to sleep. The next day
they’ll snub me, except for Hermione who will try to be calm and reasonable. Nothing will happen
between us for a while, making them forget it, when one day something happens between us in the
Great Hall and the word gets out about us. Your father threatens us, and we fear for our lives,”
Ginny finished with a long sigh.

“Wow, you’re good,” Draco responded.

“Not really. All these fanfic writers are so predictable,” she responded.

“What?” Draco asked perplexedly.

“Er..nevermind.”

They sat for a few moments in silence.

“What are fanfic writers?” Draco asked, finally understanding what Ginny had said.

“Let it go, ferret,” she said exasperatedly.

“Fine,” he responded grumpily.

“So, what are we going to do about this situation?” Ginny asked.

“Well, whatever you were talking about, my dad is scheduled for the dementor’s kiss tomorrow, so
he can’t do anything now,” Draco responded coolly.

“That’s awful!” Ginny exclaimed.

“Yea, I guess I’ll miss him. He wasn’t father of the year or anything, but he’s still my dad,”
he said, sinking down into the water which was now turning cool. Ginny swam to the faucet and
turned on the hot water, Steam rose out of the faucet, clogging the air.

“Crud, it’s getting hot in here,” she said after a few minutes, when the thick steam permeated
the air so they could barely see. “Where’s my wand?” She began groping around, trying to find the
edge of the tub. She ran into Draco, who blushed so hard she could practically feel the heat coming
from his cheeks and said, “Yeah, Ginny, that AIN’T your wand.”

“Bloody hell!” she exclaimed, jumping back. “Sorry, sorry.”

“No harm done…not like I’m not used to that,” he replied arrogantly.

“You’re so cocky,” Ginny replied into the steam, putting her hands on her hips. She went back to
searching and found her wand in mere seconds, clearing the entire bathroom of the steam. Then,
being too lazy to swim all the way to the faucet, she enchanted the tap to fill at just the right
temperature.

“Comes with the territory,” he responded. “So, considering the events, do you want to go out?”
he asked nonchalantly, as if he asked out the sister of his worst enemy out every day.

“I’d much rather be friends first,” Ginny answered.

“With privileges and I’m in,” Draco said. Ginny pushed him into the water.

“You are such a dork,” she replied.

“If by dork you mean incredibly hot and sexy deity, then yes, I am a big dork.” Ginny rolled her
eyes and sighed.

“I have to go. I’m tired as all hell,” she replied. She leaned over and gave him a peck on the
cheek, stepped out, and magically dried herself. She then slipped on her PJ’s, which she had been
wearing there, and slipped out of the Prefect Bathroom.

A/N: Review if you dare, muahaha! (I’m sorry my A/N’s aren’t so love-filled anymore. I just
moved into my new house and I don’t like typing a lot because it makes a lot of noise and I am
convinced there are ghosts in my house…paranoid? Me? No!! *twitch, twitch*

Ok, maybe just a little…..



3. The Only One
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Disclaimer: HP is soooo not mine!

A/N: I love you all!

*The Only One*

Ginny slipped silently through the halls as if a ghost. She arrived back at her destination soon
after leaving the Prefect Bathrooms behind.

“Garibaldi Galleon,” Ginny whispered to the Fat Lady. She yawned sleepily and opened up to allow
Ginny entrance. Ginny snuck silently in. There was an eerie glow cast across the room, as the last
embers in the fire were dying. There were hushed whispers around the room.

Ginny uncertainly stepped forward. “Hello?” she asked.

No answer.

“Who’s there?” The whispers ceased for a moment. They didn’t sound human. They sounded as if
they were emitting from the walls. They were wordless, senseless whispers, almost like babbling.
“Who’s there?” her voice quivered as the fire suddenly hissed and died, leaving her in a room of
darkness. She screamed as something touched her skin, something cold and slimy, wrapping around her
arms and legs, up her torso, surrounding her until she was gasping for air, being suffocated.

“HELP!” she screamed as she used her last ounce of oxygen, fighting to stay conscious. Then, the
world died away.

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She was back in the bath, entangled in Draco’s arms, hot tears slipping down her cheeks. She
tightened her hold around his neck, pressing the side of her face to his cheek. His lips were
pressed against her shoulder, and his arms were wrapped around her waist.

“Don’t go,” Ginny pleaded. A choked back sob escaped his throat.

“I have to,” he responded. Tears came at a more rapid pace now, as they were both lost in their
last moments together, possibly ever.

“You don’t. I won’t let them take you,” she pleaded, in attempt to convince him not to go.
“You’ll die!”

“No I won’t. I’ll live, I’ll be victorious, and I’ll come home to you,” he whispered in her ear,
his hot breath forming Goosebumps on her skin.

“You better, or I might just go crazy here,” she joked at this somber, somber time.

“I will, I promise,” he muttered before the sweep of the moment took over both of them, and
their lips locked together in a fierce kiss.

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Ginny walked along the aisles of beds. It was quiet, like being in a cemetery, only worse. The
beds were filled with the sick, the injured, and the dying. Hermione was sobbing next to the bed of
Harry, clasping his hand with her own-bandaged one, giving him light pecks on the lips every so
often. He had suffered two broken legs and many cuts and bruises, all at the price of ridding evil
from the world.

Her brother was lying in another bed, accompanied by Luna and my mum. One of his arms had been
broken, he sprained his ankle and he also had various cuts and bruises. He was in a coma at the
moment. They had no idea when or if he would wake up.

Ginny stopped at the bed that supposedly held Draco. I blinked back tears, and quickly snapped
back the curtain. He was laying there, his face pale, his eyes closed, and bruises and the marks of
his victory still ever-present. Ginny closed her eyes, willing the tears to stay in her eyes, but
as one dropped onto the white bed sheet, many others followed it. Ginny threw her arms around his
neck, laying her head on his heart, only to be greeted by the dull thump, thump that was his
heartbeat.

He’s still alive.

Her face showed the faint outline of a smile. She raised her head up and planted a small kiss on
his lips, then laid her head back on his chest. She reached up to stroke his cheek. It was cold and
frostbitten. Before she knew it, the calm heartbeat of his was what put her to sleep after a week
of restless nights.

She woke up to voices surrounding her head. She groggily tried to open her eyes, and lift her
head up. When she managed to, she stopped. She rested her head back on his chest to find that he
had no heartbeat.

*He was dead.*

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Ginny shot awake. She was lying in the hospital wing, hushed voices around her. One she
identified as Ron, and the other two as Harry and Hermione, but there were another three she could
not identify. She couldn’t see, because her eyes were half-closed with sleep. Ginny had a hard time
opening them, as if they were stuck together.

“She’s awake, oh Merlin, she’s awake!” Ron exclaimed. She managed to open her eyes, seeing Ron,
Hermione, Harry, Luna, Draco and Colin gathering around her.

“What happened?” Ginny asked, sitting up and rubbing her head.

“It was late at night, and everyone heard screaming coming form the common room. Everyone
stampeded down, and we found you on the floor, shaking and cold. Your eyes were still open, but you
looked possessed. We were all scared, so Harry tried to pick you up to bring you to the hospital.
Every time someone got within five feet of you, you would scream bloody murder. I sent someone to
go get McGonagall, but before long, Malfoy had come to the common room because he “Sensed”
something was wrong. Bloody creepy, it was. I tried picking you up, but you screamed the loudest
and the highest when I cam near you. When Draco tried to pick you up, you didn’t make a sound, only
clung to him and started to sob!” Ron exclaimed. “The common room started to follow him, until
McGonagall came and sent everyone but me, Harry, Hermione, and Draco back to their dormitories.
McGonagall sent Draco off and tried to take you in her arms, but you started to thrash and screech
at the top of your lungs. She tried to levitate you, but you still kept on thrashing about even in
the air. She gave up trying, and just let Malfoy carry you here. It’s like he was the only one that
could even get near you without you going psycho. It was rather…odd.” Draco looked at me,
worried.

“The Only One,” he muttered, as if remembering something.

“But I remember,” Ginny trailed off.

“What? What do you remember?” Harry asked persistently.

“I was walking into the common room, and I heard whispering. I asked who was there and I didn’t
get an answer. Then, it seemed as if the whispers were coming from the walls. I started to freak
out, and wanted to run, but a thick black fog started to wrap around my limbs. It felt slimy and
constricting. I screamed, and the last thing I remember is screaming for help and passing out,”
Ginny finished, rubbing her head again. She had a killer headache.

Then, it hit her like a brick.

She began to curse and hit herself upside the head.

“Gin, Gin,” Hermione soothed, grabbing her hand and returning it to her side. “What’s
wrong?”

“I’m just a little freaked, that’s all,” which wasn’t entirely a lie. Ginny was rather spooked
by what had happened in the common room.

Madam Pomfrey bustled by and saw her awake. She ushered the others away, but Draco insisted he
stay. Madam Pomfrey gave up arguing with him and bustled off, begrudgingly giving him seven extra
minutes.

“Ginny, what’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she responded angelically, making busywork of picking the loose threads out of her
sheets.

“Weasel,” he started coldly. She looked down and started to chew on her lip as he said those
words so coldly. She loved him, he was going to die, and he started to treat her like scum again.
She then looked up with tears forming in her eyes (A/N: is it me or do I make her cry too much?)
and threw her arms around him, the beginnings of sobs forming in his shoulder. Before long, his
shirt was damp with tears. “I’m sorry,” he sighed. “I didn’t mean it.”

“It’s not,” she hiccupped. “It’s not that.” She sniffed loudly. “I just don’t want you to
die.”

He stiffened up immediately and Ginny knew she said the wrong thing.

A/N: that’s the next chapter. I hope you like it. I know it’s short compared to Ban the tube top
update, but it’ll have to do! I love my fans! :-D

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4. The Light and the Glass
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter tis not mine!

A/N: I’m trying to get caught up on all my stories. I did Ban the Tube top, now this, and the
Christmas collection. I might do another Ban the Tube top and another update for this, but that’s
all just speculation right now. Oh, and I got the title for this chapter from a Coheed and Cambria
song, just because it seemed fitting.

*The Light and the Glass*

“What makes you think I’m going to die?” he asked in a quivering voice.

“I…I had a premonition. You came back from the final war, and you were alive. You died when I
was sleeping and I never got to say goodbye.” She began to sob again.

“No, I’m not going to die. I’m not going to leave you,” he whispered softly, combing his fingers
through her hair. “Meet me in the Prefect Bathrooms tonight at eleven. We need to talk.”

“We do,” Ginny responded, pulling away and sitting back in her bed.

“Goodbye.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. She gave a faint smile as he was gone with
the billowing of his robes. Ginny buried her head in her hands and bit the skin of her palms.

“I’m so fucked,” she mumbled to herself. Madame Pomfrey came bustling by and saw her awake and
alone.

“You can go soon. I just need the results of one more test back,” Madam Pomfrey informed her.
Ginny nodded absently.

Ginny groaned. “I hate myself so much right now,” she mumbled. She began to mutter incoherently
to herself, sitting there wishing Lord Voldemort himself would strike her down then and there.

“Free to go Miss Weasley,” Madam Pomfrey said, quite unhappily. “But I want to check you out
again tonight after dinner.” Ginny nodded as she climbed out of the bed. She was still dressed in
her uniform from the night before, which was odd since usually when she visited the hospital wing
she’d wake up with her pajamas on. She checked her watch and found it was 2:30. Thankful it was a
Saturday (and the beginning of Easter break), she began her way to the kitchens to grab a bite to
eat.

Once she had tickled the pear, she greeted Dobby and Winky and sat in a chair at a nearby
table.

“What is Miss Wheezey wanting?” Dobby asked energetically.

“Hmm…Dobby, would it be too much trouble for a turkey lettuce and tomato sandwich, and some
chips?” she asked. Dobby nodded enthusiastically and left her alone. She propped her elbows on the
table and groaned.

“What am I going to do?”” she asked. “I’ll just have to convince him not to go. I’ll make him
stay. He won’t go fight the war. I won’t let him.”

“Let who do what?” a voice from behind her asked. She whipped around to come face-to-face with
the object of her thoughts. “Let who do what?” he repeated, pulling up a chair and sitting down
next to her.

“I won’t let Ron be an ass about this whole thing,” Ginny lied calmly. “He’s gonna make a big
deal about you and me, and I won’t let him.” Draco nodded, but didn’t look convinced.

“What’s wrong?” Draco asked, noticing the worried look on her face.

“Nothing, nothing…” she trailed off. “I just…Merlin, I hate being a seer! I don’t want to know
what’s going to happen.”

“What else have you seen?” he asked quietly.

“I…I saw us in the Prefect Bathrooms. What I suspected to be the night before you leave. I kept
sobbing and telling you how much I would miss you,” Ginny choked out.

“I’m sorry. If I knew I’d be putting you through this, I never would’ve said yes,” he whispered.
Ginny’s eyes widened and she gasped.

“You said yes? You’re going to go with Harry?” she asked incredulously. “But you can’t!”

“I have to. He needs me. We may be enemies, but he needs all the help he can get,” Draco said to
her, pushing a lock of ginger hair behind a pink ear.

“He can live without one man. You need to stay here. You’ll die out there,” she exclaimed.

He shrugged and stood up. “Well, maybe I can change the future. I’m only one man, but I can sure
as hell try.”

He began walking away and Ginny sighed. “Goodbye, Draco.”

“Goodbye Ginny. I still want to see you in the Prefect Bathroom tonight,” he reminded her. She
nodded somberly as Dobby came by and placed the plate right in front of her.

“I’ll be there.” And he left.

But Ginny had suddenly lost her appetite.

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Ginny walked slowly and stealthily into the Prefect bathroom. She heard no noise and felt no
presence, so she figured Draco had not showed up yet. It was 10:50 after all, and he had told her
11:00.

Ginny started the tub and sunk in, reposing herself. She loved the way the hot water would make
her aching muscles feel.

Ginny relaxed for a few moments before the door creaked open.

“Ginny?” a voice called.

“Over here, Draco,” she called back, closing her eyes and sinking lower into the water. When she
opened her eyes, Draco was crouching in the water in front of her.

“Hey.” Ginny smiled softly in response. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her
neck.

“How did things end up like this? Just two days ago we were enemies, ands now…well, now I don’t
know what we are,” Ginny whispered softly.

“Whatever you want us to be,” Draco responded, kissing her neck. She gently pushed him away and
looked him in the eye.

“I didn’t want to get in too deep. But I knew I was going to. It was fate,” she murmured. She
wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his chest. “I hate being a seer! I hate it, I
hate it! If I wasn’t a stupid Weasley, I never would’ve gotten myself in this situation.”

Ginny groaned. He hesitantly patted her on the back, and started to whisper soothing words to
her. Ginny pulled away and sat on the corner of the bath, water beads rolling down her exposed
stomach.

“Don’t leave,” she pleaded. “I know it’s only been a day, but I just don’t want you to die. I
know we’ve had our differences in the past, but I want you here. I want you safe.” Draco swam
forward and placed his hands on her hips.

“I have to, but I can change fate. I promise you,” he whispered, tucking a tendril of fallen
hair behind her ear.

“A promise you can’t keep,” she muttered.

“I can keep that promise. I’ll be careful. I’ll come back.”

“When are you leaving?” Ginny asked fearfully. She seriously dreaded the answer.

“In a week, maybe two. I’ve been training for a while. I’m ready,” he responded confidently.
Ginny furrowed her brow and a frown crossed her face.

“Too soon, if you ask me,” she stated. She jumped off the ledge out of Draco’s grasp, and swam a
few feet away. “I only have a possible two weeks left with you? Dumbledore has gone bloody
mad.”

“I already promised you: I will not die. I won’t let myself hurt you like that!” he
exclaimed.

“IT’S NOT THAT EASY!” Ginny shouted, throwing her arms up in frustration. “You can’t keep that
promise! This is fate you’re trying to meddle with Draco, and that’s not good. The only things that
come out of meddling with something unknown are bad. I hate to say it, but it’s going to happen.
You can’t stop it, unless you avoid the situation, period!”

“How would you know?” he asked. “Huh?”

“I’ve tried,” she responded, venom in her voice. “It’s not possible. You’re going to DIE out
there! You can’t go!”

“I can very well go and I can very well try. Just because you’ve meddled with fate and lost
doesn’t mean I won’t be victorious. It’s not like you can stop me anyways,” he spat.

Ginny stared at him, hard, before swimming to the edge of the pool and climbed out. “Maybe I
don’t want to stop you. Go out there and get yourself killed. See if I give a bloody fuck. See if I
spill even a single tear!” She wringed out her hair and grabbed her towels and her clothes. She
performed a drying spell, and stormed out of the bathroom.

“Way to go, Malfoy,” Draco muttered to himself, sinking lower into the bath water.

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Over the next four days, Ginny avoided the prefect bath completely. She had been suing the one
set aside for the other Gryffindors. She made sure she was only in the dungeons corridor when
necessary, and never walking alone at night. She didn’t want to talk to him, and she knew that he
wouldn’t confront her in front of someone else.

But then Ginny started feeling bad. She started regretting all the things she had said to him.
Still slightly pissed off that he had thought he could meddle with the unknown, she made no move to
apologize. Ginny Weasley was one stubborn witch, and that way it would forever stay.

But that didn’t keep her from venturing down to the Prefect Bathrooms that night. Ginny knew if
Draco had been going there, she couldn’t let him win. She couldn’t let him think he had gotten the
best of her (ok, he had, but that still doesn’t mean he needed to know that).

Ginny crept to the bathroom in silence. When she arrived, she was partly relieved and partly
annoyed that she found no one there. So Draco hadn’t been coming to the bathroom to see her. She
just shrugged and climbed into the tub, turning the hot water on and relaxing back.

“It’s nice being alone,” she whispered to herself. “It’s nice just sitting here, no worries
except for the temperature of the bath.” Ginny let herself sink under for a moment. When she had
run out of breath, she came back up to find that there was a solid barrier on the edge of the
water. She pounded against it, mouthing soundless words. The water was flowing into her mouth,
choking her. She began to scream as shrilly as she could, but everything was becoming dark.

“GLERP!!” She tried to scream, but it only came out as an air bubble. Then, a blinding white
light appeared in front of her, she tried to shield her eyes, but it seemed to go right through her
arm. She felt she might’ve been blinded by it, had it not disappeared moments after it appeared.
Within another minute, she had given up and gone still, sinking to the bottom of the tub.

Suddenly, something tugged her upward. Something was wrapped around her waist. The barrier was
gone and she felt herself being raised out of the water.

“HELP!” was all she heard before everything died away.

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An old, derelict building sitting on the edge of a town was currently buzzing with activity.
Lights were shining through the windows, screams were emitting from it, and there was a loud evil
cackle. Ginny found herself standing in front of this building. Suddenly, her legs were moving of
their own accord, running her in. The ground was littered with the injured, the dead, and the
dying.

“MALFOY!” a voice screamed, and Ginny ran towards it. There was a battle going on between
Bellatrix Lestrange and Draco. Both had their wands at the ready, both had a look in their eye that
said death.

“You are going to die for what you did to my sister,” Draco spat, literally. He spat to the
ground at her feet.

“She deserved what she got, the cowering bint,” Lestrange responded.

“You filthy little bitch!” Draco screamed, aiming his wand toward her and sending a
bluish-purple light at her chest. She fell back, and went into a fit of seizures. Behind her, a man
stepped out of the shadows and aimed a nasty bottle-green-lighted hex at Draco. He crumpled to the
ground, as Ginny began to scream.

A/N: I’m sorry it took so long to update, I’ve been so bust with crap you can’t even imagine.
This next chapter I hope is good for you guys. I racked my brain long and hard to come up with
this. Reviews are the best X-mas presents for some authors :-D



5. Follow the Voices
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**Disclaimer: Not mine, you know the drill!**

**A/N: at the end of the chappie! Read it!!!**

*Follow the Voices*

Ginny stirred. Her head hurt and her limbs were shaky and cold. She tried to sit up, but she had
no energy left whatsoever.

“I think I just saw her move,” came a voice that sounded like her brother Ron.

“Ron, you’ve been saying that every two minutes for the past 13 hours. You should’ve seen her.
Just as I was coming into the bathroom, she was sinking down to the bottom of the pool. Had I not
been there, she’d be dead by now!” That voice sounded like Draco but she couldn’t be sure.

“Thank you,” came the voice that she had assumed was Ron’s. “As much as I want to hold a grudge
with you over anything right now, I can’t. You saved my baby sister’s life, and I swear I will do
anything to make it up to you. I love her more than anything. If I lost her, I’d go crazy.” There
was a sniffle.

“It’s ok mate,” there was no doubt that it was Harry that had said this. There was another
sniffle.

“Harry, maybe we should give them some time alone,” came the gentle voice that could only be
Hermione’s. Ginny’s eyes peaked open just long enough to see Hermione grab his wrist from Ron’s
shoulder and lead him away.

“Ron?” Ginny asked in a weak voice. Ron’s eyes widened and he threw his arms around his younger
sister.

“I thought you were dead. I thought I lost you. When they said you had no pulse I nearly died.
Ginny,” Ron cried.

“It’s ok Ron, I’m fine,” Ginny comforted him, patting him on the back. He pulled away and he
looked as if he had gotten no sleep the night before. Bags were forming under his eyes, and he
looked as if, for the first time in his life, he had been crying. “What happened?” she asked,
remembering some bits and pieces.

“I found you drowning in the Prefect Bath,” Draco whispered. “What do you remember?” he
asked.

“I remember…there was glass. I went under, and trying to come up I felt glass. And there was a
blinding light. I shielded myself…but it went right through…” she trailed off, making barely any
sense to anyone but herself.

“Ginny, why do these things keep happening to you?” Draco asked worriedly.

“I don’t know, I just want them to stop,” she murmured. Then, parts of her vision had come to
her. “I…Draco, why have you never told anyone?” she asked out of blue.

“What?” he asked, taking her hand and stroking it. “What are you talking about? Are you
delusional?”

“I might be a bit but I know what I saw. You and Bellatrix were dueling, and she said…” Ginny
trailed off for a moment and looked to Ron.

“Would you mind if Draco and I could have just a moment Ron. I need to know something, and I’m
sure he’d rather keep it personal.” Ron looked like he had a hard time moving, but he slowly nodded
and left the room.

“What is it, Ginny,” he asked.

“Why have you never told anyone about your sister.” Draco went rigid and his face paled.

“What makes you think I ever had a sister?” he spat coldly.

“I-I visioned it,” she gulped.

“Then your vision was wrong,” Draco sneered obnoxiously.

“Visions are never wrong. A seer has not been wrong since Mathilda the Maggot in 976, and even
then she was a fake,” Ginny responded in the loudest tone she could manage without losing her
breath.

Draco sighed. He sunk down into the nearest chair and ran his hands through his flaxen locks.
“Promise me you won’t tell anyone,” he whispered seriously, gripping her shoulders. “Please, Ginny,
you must promise me.”

“Cross my heart,” she responded in an equal serious whisper.

He took a deep breath before starting, “when I was three, I was told I was going to have a baby
sister. I was excited, as any boy would be to have siblings to play with. When Darla was born I
would always help my mother take care of her, and I would sing to her and once I learned to read, I
read to her. I loved her so much. She was much more than just a sibling to me. She was my best
friend. Ever since Darla was born, my father was unhappy. He wanted only one child, a male. He kept
Darla a secret from the outside world. No one knew of her except for my family. I would always ask
father why, but he told me to mind my own business. Well, I started Hogwarts, but I wrote to her
almost everyday of my adventures here. She got a kick out of my adventure in the Forbidden Forest.”
Draco laughed sadly. “Then, my second year, when I came home, I couldn’t find her. I looked for her
everywhere, but I couldn’t find her. I asked my father and he said Darla who. I asked my mother and
she started to bawl. I couldn’t understand why she had gone missing. When I came home from my third
year, I was searching for a paper in my father’s library, and I found a series of Owls between him
and Bellatrix, saying things such as 12:00 tonight, the deed is done, or she’s six feet under. I
pieced it all together. I nearly Avada’d my father right then and there, but I didn’t want him to
know I knew. I tried to tell Ministry Officials, but when I went to go find the papers again, they
were…” Draco choked back a sob and rested his head against the bed railings, “gone.” Draco began to
sob as silent tears fell from his eyes onto the crisp white bed sheets.

“Oh Dear Merlin,” Ginny murmured. Her blue lips were trembling as she threw here arms around
him. “Draco, oh God, I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t need pity,” he whispered. “I just wish I had Darla back.” Draco straightened up and
wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his head in the crook of her neck. “That’s when I began
hating my father. I have barely spoken to him since.”

“That’s horrible. I can’t believe a father would do that to his own daughter,” Ginny
muttered.

“He’s not a father, he’s a monster.”

And so they sat in silence. Ginny absently played with the hair at the nape of his neck, as he
sought comfort on her shoulder.

“Poor Darla,” Ginny whispered after they had sat in silence a while. A few seconds later, Ron
came walking back into the room.

“Ginny?” he called. “Can I come back in now?”

“Sure Ron,” she responded weakly, beginning to lose her breath again. Ron appeared next to her
bed, giving Draco a suspicious look.

‘Why is he crying?’ he mouthed to Ginny. She shook her head, signaling she wouldn’t tell.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Draco said, standing up and wiping his face with his sleeve.

“No,” Ginny protested, grabbing the cuff of his shirt. “We still need to talk.”

Draco turned around and looked at her with tired eyes. You could tell he was rather melancholy
at the moment. “I just want to be alone, Ginny.”

Ginny sighed, placing her forehead in her hand. “Fine, but I will catch up with you later,” she
responded, emphasizing ‘will’. Draco slowly walked away, hanging his head slightly and sticking his
hands in his pockets.

“Hey Gin,” Ron whispered, sitting by her side and taking her hand. He laughed slightly. “You
should’ve seen me. I was going nuts. I think I pulled out half my hair thanks to you,” he
joked.

Ginny smiled slightly, appreciative of his feeble attempt at a joke.

“I know I’ve held a grudge against Malfoy for six years now, but what he does for you really
makes me rethink him.” Ginny sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tight. “And
I’m thinking that maybe Malfoy isn’t so bad after all. If his evil, nasty, sneering, bastardly side
is just a façade, anyways.”

“It is,” she whispered into his shoulder. “I know the real him. The compassionate him.”

“Well, if he is the way you say he is, than I guess I can allow you to see each other,” he said
jokingly.

“Oh, Great Ronald, how kind of you!” Ginny responded with a laugh.

“Just take care of yourself, ok?” he whispered, pulling away and looking her in the eye. “Don’t
let yourself get hurt.”

“I won’t. I swear.”

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Draco sat quietly at the Slytherin table, hoping to be undisturbed. He nibbled on his lunch,
which consisted of grapes, bread, and water. As you could tell, he wasn’t feeling too hungry.

Suddenly, his family owl Roolin came flying into the Great Hall, followed by many, many
others.

“Ahh, daily post,” he said to himself, watching as the gracious midnight bird came swooping down
and dropped a crisp envelope onto his plate.

Draco picked up the letter and sliced the top open with his butter knife. Pulling it out, he
read:

*Draco-*

*I have my ways to know that you have been fraternizing with the Weasley girl. The one I
plotted against in the second year to have her killed? Because I knew this would happen. It has
been foretold that you would fall in love with her, but one of you would end up dead. Well, if you
do not sever all ties with that girl, you should find it that you are the one that is dead, and
before long, too.*

*You have been warned*

*Sincerely,*

*Lucius Malfoy*

P.S. And I know you told her about Darla. That calls for extra punishment. You better sleep with
one eye open tonight, boy.

Draco sighed. He was used to empty threats from his father. They were becoming a once-a-week
occurrence now. He stuffed his letter in his pocket and began picking at his food again.

He pushed his plate away when he was Ron enter the Great Hall. That meant Ginny was alone. He
quickly began to make his way to the hospital wing, before she was no longer alone.

“Hey Draco,” she greeted upon his arrival.

“Hey Ginny,” he replied. “Look, I’m really sorry about-“

“No, don’t say you’re sorry. I was just being a bitch. Instead of being nice to you in the only
week we have left together, I had to go and get us into a fight,” she whispered, fiddling with a
string on her bed sheet. Draco came forward and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight.

“It’s not your fault. I’m just afraid,” he responded.

“Of-“

“Yea,” he replied, knowing exactly what she meant.

“You’re not going to,” she stated confidently. “I won’t let you.” Not wanting to start an
argument again, Draco said nothing. He merely pulled away and pressed his lips to her forehead.
Ginny grabbed the sides of his robes and pulled him down so their lips met softly.

She groaned and tried to pull him closer, but her attention was drawn away from his as a piece
of paper fell out of his pocket.

“Draco, what’s this?” she asked, picking the piece of paper up.

“Oh, er, nothing,” he replied, trying to grab it away from her but she was too quick. A look of
horror spread across her face as she read the letter.

“Draco!” she exclaimed softly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s nothing big. He threatens me every week but never follows through.” Ginny bit her lips,
worriedly peering at him.

“Just be careful tonight,” she responded. “Just in case.” He nodded in compliance, cradling her
face with his hands and kissing her again.

Ginny was let out later that afternoon, after Madam Pomfrey had completely checked her out to
make sure she was O.K. Draco had gone back to his room and Ginny hadn’t seen him at Dinner. She
just assumed he wasn’t hungry, and wasn’t too worried. They both agreed they would meet at the
Prefect Bathrooms that night to discuss some more things that had been left unsaid.

Ron had been much more brotherly to her. He had been so sweet to her all day. She guessed after
realizing how much Ginny had meant to him, he felt he should do more to show just how much.

Ginny was sitting in the common room, flanked by Colin and her other friend Melinda. She was
trying to complete her homework for vacation, but her mind couldn’t help but wander to what would
happen at twelve that night.

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The next morning, to say Ginny was severely pissed would be a complete and utter understatement.
Draco had not shown up for their meeting in the Prefect Bathrooms. He probably figured that she
wasn’t worth his time anymore. That smarmy bastard had another thing coming to him.

Ginny roughly pushed herself into her seat for breakfast and began grumbling about the lousy
food selection that morning.

“Pissed much?” Colin asked her.

“None of your business,” she snapped. She figured he didn’t know about what had conspired
between her and Draco.

“Sorry, Miss Piss,” he responded, going back to his toast. “But did you hear what happened?”

“Does it look like I care?” she snapped again. She realized she was being out of line, and began
to apologize before Colin cut her off.

“Sorry, Merlin! I just thought you’d like to know the hottest topic of gossip in this school,”
he replied sourly.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you Colin,” she said softly. “I’m just having a few bad days. What’s
that news?”

“Blaise Zabini found Draco Malfoy near death this mor-“ and that’s all it took for Ginny to be
up and sprinting to the hospital wing.

Ginny burst into the infirmary, roughly pushing both doors open. She quickly walked in and
observed the first few beds, all of which were empty. She saw a bed covered by a white curtain and
figured it must’ve been his. She tentatively stepped forward and reached out a shaking hand. She
took a breath before ripping back the curtain.

What met her eyes could be classified no less than vile. Draco had been bruised, bloodied,
marked, broken, and pretty much anything else you could think of. There were hand marks around his
neck, bruises up and down his arms, cuts along his cheeks and legs, and one of arms was in a
sling.

Ginny stepped forward, quivering, and pushed a lock of fallen hair from his eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “When you didn’t show up I knew I should’ve checked up on you! I
just figured you were trying to make an ass of yourself! I should’ve known you wouldn’t have
ditched me.”

Ginny clutched his good hand and lightly placed a kiss on his forehead. “I’m sorry.”

“S’okay,” he groaned.

“You’re awake!” she exclaimed. She started to go forward, meaning to wrap him in a hug, but
thought better of it. “I knew I should’ve stayed with you.”

“S’okay,” he groaned again.

“It was you’re father, wasn’t it?” she asked.

“I love you too,” he responded. Ginny furrowed her brow.

“Draco?” He didn’t answer. She gave him a slight nudge but his eyes didn’t open. Then, it hit
her. “Are you sleep-talking?” she asked. He didn’t answer.

Suddenly, he jerked awake. As his eyes adjusted, he began smacking his lips together. “Hey Gin,”
he said when his vision cleared.

“I’m so sorry.”

“S’okay. I’ve had much”-he winced then hissed with pain-“worse.”

“Ten galleons says that’s a lie,” Ginny remarked.

“I guess I owe you ten galleons,” he wheezed with a feeble laugh.

“It was your father, wasn’t it?” she asked. He bit his lip before nodding. Ginny tried to hold
back tears. She caressed the side of his face before giving him a small kiss.

“I’m so sorry you have to endure all the torture you get from that monster.”

“Me too.”

“I’m sorry I ever thought you would ditch me. You should’ve seen me today in the Great Hall I
was snapping at everyone because I thought you just left me there to make me look like an idiot,”
she whispered, holding his neck and caressing his cheek with her thumb.

“I would never do that,” he responded. He began to cough and Ginny pulled her hand away.

“Are you ok?” she asked worriedly. He began to cough harder. “Draco?” she asked.

“I’m”-cough-“fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Ginny said. “I shouldn’t have woken you. I’ll leave so you can get some peace
and quiet.” Ginny stood up and was about to walk away when she felt something pulling her back.

“No, really. I’m fine,” he said stubbornly. Ginny sighed and sat again.

“Are you sure?” she asked, taking his chin with two fingers and checking him out. “You don’t
look too fine to me.”

“Well, I’m fine enough considering my current condition. I could be worse,” he said. Ginny
raised an eyebrow. “I could be dead.”

“Don’t make me even think of that,” Ginny said with a shiver.

“Sorry,” he responded. Ginny’s hand returned to his cheek, as he closed him eyes. “Thanks.”

“For what?” she asked. He opened his eyes and looked meaningfully into hers.

“For caring about me,” he responded. “Besides Blaise, you’re the first person to visit me. And
trust me, I’m not expecting many more to come.”

Ginny smiled. “My pleasure.” She gave him a soft kiss before a slight nervous cough interrupted
them. It was Ron.

“Hey Ginny, Malfoy,” he said, walking forward and stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I was
wondering where you were. When I heard, I came to check if you were here. I don’t want what
happened to him happening to you.”

Draco’s anger began to rise. “Why you-“ he began, but Ginny held him back.

“He didn’t mean anything by it, Draco,” she said softly. He relaxed back into his bed, but the
hateful glare still remained.

“I didn’t, really. I just meant I don’t want both of you getting hurt.”

“That’s very sweet, Ron,” Ginny said as he took a seat next to her.

“How are you doing?” he asked Draco.

“Fine, fine, beside the fact that my skull is nearly bashed in on itself,” he replied
sarcastically.

“Well sorry! I was just trying to be nice!” Ron retorted. Ginny stood up and stuck up her hands
between the two.

“Don’t fight, please?” Ginny asked. Both of the boys began glaring daggers at each other. “For
me?”

Ron relaxed back into his seat, muttering something about “bloody wanker Malfoy“.

“I’m sorry,” Draco piped up. “I guess I should say what I said was out of line. I’m just very
sore, very aching, and very-what’s the word?”

“Disgruntled?” Ginny asked.

“Eh, that’ll do,” he responded.

“Thanks,” Ron replied. “I guess I’m sorry too. I just get worked up too easily.”

“That’s been your weak point for as long as I’ve known you,” Ginny muttered to herself.

“I guess I should be going. I’ll see you in the common room, Gin,” he said, giving her a kiss on
the forehead. “Feel better, Malfoy.” Draco nodded a thanks and Ron began walking away.

Ginny took Draco’s hand again and sighed sadly.

“What’s wrong?” Draco asked.

“You’re leaving in a week,” she responded.

“I know, but given my current condition they may not let me leave,” he said, only half-joking.
Ginny lunged forward and caught him in a soft hug, only so he wouldn’t see the tears streaming down
her face.

“I never wanted to like you. I never wanted to get involved in this. But where my brain says no
my heart says go and I just can’t keep myself away from you-” she blathered, sobbing into his
shoulder.

“It’s ok.” He wrapped his good arm around her waist, patting her back comfortingly.

“-and, Merlin, I pulled you into all of this and you probably think I’m some kind of freak bec-“
she rambled on, but Draco stopped her.

“I don’t think you’re a freak,” he responded softly. “If anything, you probably think I’m a
freak.”

“Why would I think you’re a freak?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he started. “Maybe because my father beats me and threatens me.”

“I’d never think you were a freak for that,” she replied. He smiled gratefully.

“Come here,” he said, scooting to the side, and pulling back his sheets.

“In the bed?” Ginny asked, wide-eyed. “With you?”

“No, with Victor Krum,” he replied sarcastically. “Duh with me.”

Ginny glared at him. “You know what I mean. You’re not nearly well enough-“

“I’m fine!” he exclaimed, exasperated. “But get in here and I’ll be much better.” You could tell
Ginny was mulling it over in her mind. She sighed, before kicking off her shoes, shrugging off her
robe, and pulling her sweater over her head and setting them in a neat pile on her chair.

“Are you sure?” she asked him. “Because you know I could-“

“I’m sure,” he replied. Ginny hesitantly climbed up into the bed and slid in next to him. She
turned on her side and made herself comfortable (as comfortable as anyone could be in bed with a
skirt on). “Thanks,” he said, closing his eyes and settling into his bed.

Ginny lightly draped her arm over his stomach. He winced and she took it off right away. “I’m
sorry,” she said. “I really shouldn’t have done this. You’re in no condition.”

“I’m alright!” he exclaimed, then when he tried to sit up he got winded and had to lay back.

“So much for being alright,” Ginny muttered. Draco sighed and wrapped his good arm around her.
She turned onto her stomach and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

“You smell good,” he commented offhandedly. She raised her head to look at him.

“What?”

“You smell good,” he repeated. “Like, you shampoo or soap or whatever. It smells good.”

“Thanks…I think.” Draco laughed, which turned into a small coughing fit. “Let’s get some sleep,”
he said after his coughs had subsided.

Ginny draped her arm across his abdomen again and this time he didn’t flinch.

“I love you,” she whispered softly.

“Right back at ya.”

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Four days. It was how long Ginny had not slept (without him, at least). It was how long until he
got released form the infirmary. It was home many days they had left together.

Ginny and Draco agreed to meet in the Prefect Bathrooms that night at eleven. It would be one of
their last. They both knew that, and knew not to let time waste away.

Draco entered the bathrooms and found Ginny standing near the edge of one of the tubs that was
filled with water.

“Hey,” she said softly.

“Hey,” he responded, walking towards her and giving her a chaste kiss. “Do you want to get
in?”

Ginny shook her head. “Not yet. I’m still prune-y from my shower today.”

Draco chuckled slightly, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Well?”

“How are you feeling?” she asked suddenly, meeting his eyes with her own.

“Fine. Still a little battered, but nothing a few potions a day won’t fix,” he responded.

“Sounds fun,” she stated.

“When Madam Pomfrey shoves them down your throat it isn’t!” he replied.

“I was kidding,” she said with a small smirk. His let out a soft “oh”.

“Well, at least with the potions she gives me I can’t feel the pain. I could run three miles and
not feel all my aching muscles.” He raised a hand and tangled it into her crimson tresses.

“That’s good,” Ginny responded. He unwove his fingers from her hair, and took his arm from her
waist.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, taking one of her hands.

“Nothing, I just feel a slight…wave of…vertigo,” she trailed off as her eyes rolled and her head
lolled back. Draco caught around the waist right before she fell into the large bathtub.

“Oh bloody fuck!” Draco exclaimed. “Not again.”

Draco swept her up in his arms and began as fast as he could to the Hospital Wing.

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Light. Large, glowing light. Large, glowing light at the end of a dark tunnel. Large, glowing
light disappearing.

Running. Her feet began moving as she wondered what this light could mean. Suddenly, a wind blew
and carried her off her feet, as if she weighed nothing. It began carrying her to the light.

Whispers. More whispers. They pounded in her ears. Her eardrums were going to burst.

“Follow the voices,” one said loudly and clearly. “Follow them. Follow.” All the other voices
died out but this one stood strong and clear. “Follow the voices. Follow them and ye shall
succeed.”

“What? What voices?” Ginny called. “The voices! Which voices?”

“Those voices Ginny. Those voices Ginny. Ginny. Ginny.” Then it hit her.

Ginny snapped awake, panting and sweating. Above her was none other than Draco Malfoy. Next to
him was her brother Ron. She threw her arms around both boys.

“I know,” she blathered. “I know why it’s all been happening. It’s pointing me to something.
Something I just now need to place.”

“What?” Draco asked, pulling away and looking at her, concerned etched into his features. “Ginny
are you delusional?”

“No I just-wait, why?” she asked.

“Because you were muttering something about “what voices” in your sleep,” he responded.

“Yea,” Ron said, nodding vigorously.

“Oh,” Ginny trailed off, then began tapping her chin thoughtfully.

“Ginny?” Draco asked, but she barely heard him. “Ginny?”

“She’s beginning to scare me,” Ron discreetly whispered to Draco.

“Me too.”

A/N: not much of a cliffie, but I needed to kill it off somewhere. For once in my life, I like
how this chapter turned out! R & R, and tell me what YOU guys think!

Oh, BtTT should be up within the next two days, and then following that will be the release of
my latest fic. After that, I may take a break from fanfic writing to concentrate on school (high
school is gonna be killer!) and my REAL writing…like one I can publish someday without getting sued
:D.

Love,

OceanAve



6. Love
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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