Chapter 5
Rating R
Disclaimer- I own nothing, except Natasha…but that's not really saying much is it? Oh wait, I own the fever I suppose…If I own anything else then well, don't take it!
Calm down, Natasha said breathing hard. If Ginny's fever was serious they would have told her. She flipped to the next page and read on, the more she read the worse the fever sounded. She let out a frustrated sigh. She knew what she had to do. She had to save Ginny.
She made her way to Professor Dumbledore's office, holding the book under her arm. Once she reached the gargoyle she let out a frustrated sigh, she had no clue what the password was.
"Cinnamon Sticks?" She guessed, nothing happened; she groaned but continued to guess.
"Lemon drops?"
"Cherry flavor ices?"
"Fizzing Wizbees
"Bertie Botts every flavor beans?"
"Blood pops?" At the last one the gargoyle swung aside to reveal a door, and a very long flight a stairs.
Natasha began her climb to the top, when she got there she was a little out of breath.
"How the hell does the old man do it?" she wheezed.
She knocked on the door twice, before leaning against it for support.
The door opened and she stumbled inside. Her face turned bright red and she brushed imaginary lint off her robes.
"Professor Dumbledore," She cleared her throat, "About Ginny's fever-"
"I know Miss. Greyheart," Dumbledore cut her off "You wish to help." He said finishing her sentence.
Natasha nodded, she would not let her friend turn into one of those things, she would die before she would let that happen.
"You do understand what you need to do?" Asked the headmaster.
"Not really sir," Natasha replied, her face turning redder.
"As you know, the chill fever turns a person into a dementor," Dumbledore said kindly, repeating what the book had said. "If Miss Weasley is not able to get the antidote during this week…" He trailed off; his eyes were no longer twinkling.
Natasha nodded "What do I have to do?" This is why I was put in Gryffindor, she told herself sternly. She never thought herself the brave kind of person, but now she's turning into a hero.
Dumbledore sighed and rubbed his temples, this was the first time Natasha had ever seen him look so old.
"We need your blood," he began.
"My blood, sir?" she asked him.
"You see the reason why dementors are not human is because they have no blood, and with no blood they have no soul. Miss Weasley is losing her soul."
"I don't understand, sir," Natasha said "How did Ginny get the chill fever?"
"The chill fever starts when a person loses something that they really love, something that they just aren't whole without."
"You mean like a person?" Natasha asked.
"No, not a person, a thing, you first need to find out what that thing is that Miss Weasley has lost, after doing so you must soak it in blood, I know its sounds a little disgusting Miss Greyheart, but there is nothing else to do." Dumbledore told the girl who was looking a little bit green. "After you soak it in blood she must wear or hold the thing that she lost-"
"With the blood on it?" Natasha asked hesitantly, not sure she really wanted to know the answer.
Dumbledore nodded sadly, "Yes, I'm afraid so."
"It has to be my blood specifically?" Natasha asked "No one else's?"
The headmaster looked at her, "It has to be some of yours, and some from Draco Malfoy."
Natasha looked confused "Why Malfoy?"
Dumbledore shook his head "Now is not the time to discuss it," he told her. "You must not tell her what the chill fever does though; it will just make it harder for us."
Natasha nodded, a little afraid at what she had just gotten herself into.
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Natasha ran to the hospital wing, she needed to talk to Ginny.
She got there, and opened the door-"No visitors," said a very pale looking Madame Pomfrey, pushing Natasha out.
"I was sent by Professor Dumbledore," Natasha said, holding up the note.
The healer took the note, and moved aside.
"Ginny," Natasha said, running to the bed.
"Hey Nat," Ginny didn't look at all like herself. She was frail, and her hair was hanging limply at her sides. Natasha wanted to cry, she had seen this girl less than two hours ago, and now she looks like she was dying.
"Did you lose something?" Natasha asked, figuring it was better to just cut to the chase.
Ginny looked surprised, but her expression turned to sadness "yes" she whispered. "I lost Bill's necklace, the one he gave me for my birthday."
Natasha nodded, that was what she was looking for. "Do you know where you lost it?"
"Obviously not, otherwise it wouldn't be lost," Ginny snapped at her friend.
Natasha looked taken aback, but let it slide; the girl was almost a dementor.
"I mean do you remember where you last had it?" She amended.
Ginny thought hard, "I think," she said slowly "It was in the common room, but I can't be sure."
Natasha nodded "Thanks Ginny," she said, before rushing out of the hospital wing.
She ran all the way to the common room, she seemed to be doing a lot of running lately.
"Burning calories," she told herself, as she panted up her seventh flight of stairs. She made it to the portrait and gasped out the password.
She got into the common room and started looking everywhere. After about one hour of searching she had found nothing. She went to the Great Hall, but found nothing there. She was sweaty and tired, but continued her search. She went back into the library, trying to find a locating spell. She found it in a large volume that was written by Patrick Gumberstill.
"Individui," she cried. Her wand directed her; it took her out of the library, and into the Gryffindor Tower. She went up the girl's dormitories staircase, and it led her straight into…Hermione Granger's room? Natasha shook her wand, wanting to make sure it was pointing her in the right direction. It shoved her to Hermione's dresser. It started to vibrate when it got near the top drawer. Natasha yanked the drawer opened and rooted through the clothing that was there. On the very bottom was Ginny's locket. Natasha grabbed it and ran out of the room as fast as she could, she did not want to be caught in the Head Girl's room!
Around fifteen minutes later she was sitting in Dumbledore's office, with the locket lying on top of the desk.
"Where did you find it?" He asked, his eyes were not his usual light happy blue, but more of a dark and ferocious midnight blue.
"Hermione Granger's drawer," she wasn't sure if the headmaster was made at her for snooping, or if he was mad at Hermione for taking the locket.
The Professor looked thoughtful for a few minutes, before he came to a decision.
"Minerva," Dumbledore called. Natasha looked around, looking for McGonagall, but couldn't see her.
The woman stepped in from outside the door, but it wasn't McGonagall. This woman was brown curly haired, with sea green eyes. She was tall, and graceful. Her face was full of knowledge that she had learned from the centuries that she had been on earth.
"Minerva," Dumbledore said "Please meet Miss Greyheart."
"A pleasure," the woman whispered. Natasha nodded, it was all she could do, had she opened her mouth she probably would have gasped and asked who the hell this woman was.
Everyone in the room was silent for a few minutes, when a loud knock was heard on the door.
"Professor Snape said you wanted to see me," Draco Malfoy came in the room without bothering to be told to come in.
Dumbledore nodded, and gestured to the unoccupied chair in front of his desk. Draco scanned the room quickly, seeing Natasha and the beautiful woman, he shook his head.
"I'll stand," he sneered. Natasha didn't think it was possible to show contempt to Dumbledore, but here Malfoy was sneering at the man as if Draco, himself was the headmaster, and Dumbledore the student.
The Headmaster nodded, and promptly got on to business.
"There is a young girl in the hospital wing with a fever," Dumbledore said, staring straight at Draco. "Her fever is very dangerous-"
"Spit it out," Draco hissed, fire erupting in his eyes, he had no clue what had prompted his outburst, but he was getting tired of the old man's games.
Dumbledore sighed sadly, but said nothing. "She has the chill fever, and in a few days she will turn into a dementor."
"And what," Draco asked "Does this all have to do with me?"
"We need your blood, and the blood of Miss Greyheart to save her."
"And what if I refuse?"
"Then you will have to live the rest of your life knowing that Miss Weasley's soul was lost, because of you."
When Draco heard who was sick he felt something that he had only felt once before-when his father had beaten his mother, and left her for dead. It was in his third year at Hogwarts, on Christmas. He, Draco Lucius Malfoy, the boy branded with his father's name, was scared.
He nodded, and held out his arm "How much blood do you need? He asked.
Dumbledore smiled thinly and shook his head at the arm Draco was offering "It can't be taken from there; it must be taken from a cut right above your heart. "
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Draco Malfoy was lying in the Hospital Wing with a bandage on his chest. He was feeling a bit light headed from blood loss. He had given more blood than her fucking best friend, he thought angrily to himself. What the hell as wrong with him, offering to help a Weasley. Maybe he should ask Madame Pomfrey to check if his head was okay.
The Weaslette was in solitary confinement, or at least that was what it sounded like to Draco. She was in a room all by herself, unconscious and wearing the blood soaked necklace.
He grimaced as he sat up, Blaise was coming and he needed to talk to him.
Blaise sat down on the chair next to Draco's bed.
"Must've been some fall to only have cut your chest," Blaise said raising his eyebrows.
Draco snarled "shut up, this is serious."
Blaise leaned back on his chair, and put his arms behind his head. "Is it really?"
Draco had the sudden urge to nock Blaise off his chair but fought it. Malfoys never show emotion, but here he was about to tell Blaise what he thought of the little Weasley.
"You know Weasley?" Draco asked the dark haired boy.
"Which one?" Blaise asked.
"The girl, the one you wanted to ask to the ball."
Blaise nodded "What about her?" he asked, looking at Draco questioningly.
"She had the chill fever-"Draco started.
"Shit," Blaise interrupted, but quickly closed his mouth at the glare from Draco.
"And I gave her blood," Draco told Blaise, "And that is where I got my cut from."
Blaise nodded "So you have a crush on her," he said seeing past what Draco was saying.
Draco hissed at Blaise "Malfoys don't have crushes."
Blaise nodded in an amused way.
"I swear to Merlin Blaise, if any of this gets out," Draco snarled, his eyes turning stormy grey.
Blaise held up his hands in peace "I won't say anything."
Draco nodded "You can leave now," he told Blaise waving him away with his hand.
Blaise snorted "Good bye Malfoy."
As Blaise was leaving he saw Pomfrey walking to give Draco his lunch. Blaise stood at the door, his arms crossed over his chest as if waiting for something.
There was a loud bang of a pot and food flying onto the floor.
"Merlin, is there no normal food in this fucking school," Blaise heard a voice snarl.
Blaise smirked, Draco was getting good at snarling at people, Weasley would never approve.
Blaise turned around and walked out of the Hospital Wing the smirk still on his face.
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When Ginny woke up she was clutching something in her hand. She looked down to see her necklace that was covered in blood. She let out an ear piercing shriek. The blood was slowly leaving the necklace, as if it were evaporating. The door burst open and Madame Pomfrey ran in, her breathing heavy.
"What is it child?" she asked.
Ginny was lost for words, and just pointed down to the necklace. The blood was almost gone. Madame Pomfrey nodded, and got the headmaster. By the time Dumbledore arrived the blood was gone.
Ginny wanted to explain what she saw, but nothing would come out of her mouth, when it did it was hard to understand.
"Blood," she gasped "disappeared, necklace," she cried pointing at her necklace, trying to let go of it but found that she could not. Dumbledore nodded at her, showing her he understood.
"Professor," Ginny started, but he held up his hand. He waited for a few minutes, and the necklace started to melt, but it didn't turn into a watery puddle of gold it just disappeared. Ginny wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, but she bit her lip because the Headmaster did nothing. When the necklace was gone Dumbledore started to speak.
"As you know Miss Weasley you suffered from a sickness called the chill fever," he began. "The fever is such that after a period of seven days if the antidote was not received the sick person would turn into a dementor."
Ginny looked down, as if making sure she was a dementor.
"You have taken the antidote, and as you can see are not a dementor, but I suggest you thank Miss Greyheart, and Mister Malfoy," he told her.
Ginny raise an eyebrow, thank a Malfoy.
"Why?" She asked, as if challenging Dumbledore.
"Because they gave their blood to save you, though Mister Malfoy did give a lot more," he said the last part as if talking to himself.
Ginny nodded, and the Headmaster got up to leave, "Remember what I said Miss Weasley, they gave their blood for you, good day."
Madame Pomfrey came back in, Ginny hadn't realized she left, and checked her over.
"You can leave tomorrow morning Miss Weasley, but until then, you must rest," she said, shoving the girl down into a lying position.
Madame Pomfrey left, and Ginny sat up again, she thought better sitting.
Draco Malfoy gave his blood for me, I wonder why, determined to find out she fell asleep.
"It's working," the male voice cried happily.
"Of course it's working Salazar," the female voice said rolling her eyes.
"I'm so sorry for being excited Helga," Salazar said sarcastically.
Helga snorted, but said nothing. "I don't understand," she told him.
"What don't you understand?"
"Why you placed the locket in the muggle-born's drawer."
"I never did like Rowena or muggle-borns come to think of it."
"The girl could get into a lot of trouble for it," Helga told him sternly.
"Yes well, Rowena will help hers and I'll help mine!" He hissed angrily.
"You only like the boy because he looks like you!"
Salazar pouted "It's quite upsetting that they put me in the history books as a black headed boy when I am so obviously blonde."
"Obviously," Helga said rolling her eyes.
"I hate Godric," Salazar said suddenly.
"Yes, I know," Helga told him.
"I hate that Potter boy too!"
"You only hate him because Godric likes him," Helga pointed out.
"True," Salazar admitted "But I never like anything Godric likes."
"You like me," Helga said, as if reminding him.
He smirked "That's different."
"How so?" She asked him.
"I'm not sure, but it is," Salazar said, sounding like a child.
Helga smirked "Anyway, you and Godric both hate Voldemort," Helga said.
"I hate him because he's trying to take my place; Godric hates him because he's evil."
Helga grinned "No one could take your place," she told him serenely.
He nodded "I know."
"I've got it!" Helga said suddenly.
"Got what?"
"I know why you placed the locket there! It's because you want the girl to hate Rowena!"
Salazar smirked, and clapped his hands "Would you like an award?" he asked her.
She hit him on the shoulder "But I don't get why," she said looking up at him prettily.
"If she's going to end up with one of mine-"
"Yes, but she isn't yours!"
"No but he is!"
"But she's mine!"
"But they're going to end up together!"
"Not if he keeps acting the way he does," Helga yelled, her temper getting the better of her. "Anyway, what about the other seer?" Helga asked taking deep breaths.
"You mean the other boy? What about him?"
"Right now I like him better than yours!" She told him getting annoyed.
"Why?"
"Because he's nicer, and doesn't agree with Voldemort."
"So?"
"You're impossible," Helga told him.
"I know," was all he said
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Ginny woke up, not understanding her dream whatsoever. She sighed and looked at the clock, it was four in the morning, she sighed and decided to go visit Malfoy. She quietly crept out into the regular Hospital Wing were people normally were if they were sick.
She sat down own the stool next to Draco's bed. He was asleep.
Ginny sighed, here goes nothing.
"I want to thank you Draco," she said, not wanting to wake him up.
"I know you're asleep and can't hear me so I figure that it's better this way. That way you can go on hating me for not saying sorry." She lightly brushed her hand through his hair.
"You're beautiful you know," she told him "It would probably boost your ego though, even if you are asleep. You look like an angel." She laughed quietly.
"Sometimes," she whispered "I like you better when you smirk; it's kind of a bad boy thing, I suppose you'd say sexy." She told him. "But I got carried away," she said "I came to apologize, and I did just that, so goodnight Malfoy"
She bent down and kissed his forehead, not knowing what made her do it. Two arms shot up and grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her down on top of him. Draco kissed her lips, and ran his tongue along them, coaxing her to open her mouth for it. She answered obediently, and gave him entrance.
I'm kissing Draco Malfoy, was the only thing that was going through Ginny's head now, and oh my what a good kisser he is.
When they finished Ginny was a little out a breath. She wanted to stand up but he wouldn't let go of her. She looked down at him to tell him to let go and saw him smirk.
"I think my smirk is sexy too," he told, and kissed her once again, before she could hit him.
Hey guys, here is the next chapter, I don't like the beginning, but I like the ending heh heh! Anyway school is starting so I'm going to need a lot more reviews as an incentive to write faster, or you'll just have to wait a very long time….
Your choice guys! Anyway tell me if you liked it, if you hated it, if you have criticism…Thanks!
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