Chapter Six

I sat straight up and gripped the sheets that pooled around my waist. A dream had made me feel incredibly upset. It was of Draco, he was coming towards me, something heavy on his back, and it looked like a roll of perfect white sheets. As he came closer, I realized that they were wings, as they spread wide; Draco opened his arms so she could embrace him.

"You're safe now Ginny," his voice boomed, making it echo in the empty darkness that seemed to be consuming them. Draco was giving off a beautiful sunshine light that seemed to keep the darkness at a distance.

"What…what happened to you Draco?" I asked, fearing his reply.

"I'm still me Ginny, but this is my true form," he answered.

"Why are you here?" I asked, staring deep into his eyes.

"You called for me…"

And I felt troubled by Draco's form. I knew that's what I wanted him to be, my guardian angel. But how could I ask of that from someone whose heart was utterly in the wrong place. His sincere appearance couldn't cover his cold attitude towards other people.

I heard someone snort and turned to see Neville's head resting on the bed. He was snoring and his hand was near mine, as if he had been holding it before he fell asleep. I touched my chest tenderly, it still ached, but the hot white fire was gone. I couldn't but help remember how Peter had sent the tremors through my body. I wanted to leave the infirmary, now.

Standing up, I moved quickly, gathering up my torn robe and shoes I walked towards the door and paused. I walked back over to Neville and kissed the top of his head.

"Ginny, where have you been, it's almost eleven!" Ron exclaimed, standing to hug me. Harry and Hermione ignored my presence. Hermione was curled comfortably next to Harry who had an arm draped around her waist; they were reading something that was in front of them.

"I was in…the kitchens with the house elves. I was hungry, and needed to get something to eat," I said. I couldn't tell him the real truth, at least not now.

"Well I'm glad you're finally back! Did you know that prick Malfoy came up to me? He wanted to know if I've seen you," Ron said disgustingly. I looked at him in surprise.

"Yeah---he was being arrogant as ever, claiming that you and he had some fucked up dream about you! So he wanted to know where you were," Ron said staring at me as if this was a huge joke.

"When and where was this?" I asked.

"Oh…right after lunch. I told him to piss off of course, what the hell is he doing having dreams about you!? He was heading towards the Infirmary after that, a bugger he is," Ron said. I felt my insides freeze. He had a dream…he came looking for me…he must have seen me in the hospital wing!

"Ginny, are you okay? You're as pale as a ghost!" Ron said, taking hold of my shoulders.

"I'm confused right now…really confused. I need to go," I said, turning around to leave out the portrait door.

"But we're not allowed to leave the tower after nine!" Ron called after me, but I kept walking.

I took off running in the dark corridor, looking for the Slytherin tower. I avoided Mrs. Norris and Filch by taking hidden doors and invisible walls. As I reached the tower, I found the portrait door and banged on it. The painting was empty, but I knew that was the door. She heard the door creak, and then it swung open. A tall red haired girl stood in front of me. She was wearing a tight green cotton shirt with silky green shorts.

"What the bloody hell do you want Weasley?" the girl asked, she was cradling an ugly Persian cat.

"Hello Blaise..." I said breezily. Suddenly arms slowly wrapped around Blaise's waist.

"Who are you talking to babe?" said a familiar voice. Draco rested his chin on Blaise's shoulder and kissed the exposed skin there. I backed back, almost crashing into the opposite wall. My hand flew to my mouth, covering it to stifle my cry.

"Ginny!" Draco said shocked. He let go of Blaise and started towards me. He came to grab my hands but I pulled from him.

"My God…oh my God…" I repeated, my hands were shaking, and my lip trembled. I smacked my forehead, and started to mutter to myself.

"I let him touch me…I believed he had feelings for me…I wanted to preserve it, keep it fresh, my feelings! What the fuck was I thinking?" I exclaimed. A blast of light came from me, hitting Draco. The light tossed him backwards and he slid about twenty feet away from me. I turned to see him picking himself up. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and baggy pajamas pants.

"Ginny!"

"Draco! What the hell is going on? Why is Weasley here, why are you calling her by her first name?" Blaise asked, walking towards him. She helped him stand up straight.

"Ginny…I'm sorry…" Draco said, ignoring Blaise. I turned to stare at the two. Blaise tried to get Draco to wrap his arm around her shoulders so she could support some of his weight. He swayed into the wall instead. My eyes narrowed and I pulled out my wand.

"Don't ever come near me again Malfoy…keep your whore away from me too…I never want to see your ass again!" I said sobbing. I took off down the hall, and I could hear Draco running after me, but I lost him when I turned into an invisible wall. I stayed there to hear his screaming.

"GINNY! Please…please I didn't know…I didn't know…" Draco cried into the darkness.

Didn't know what? I asked in my head, turning to return to Gryffindor tower.

I crept back into Gryffindor Tower unnoticed. As I reached the girls stairway, Neville came up to me, tugging at my shirt sleeve.

"Where did you go?" he asked. I took a deeper glance at Neville than I ever had before. When I first met Neville, he was short and fat. But now he seemed to have grown into a heartbreaker. His brunette hair grew down to his shoulders, where he kept it out and wild, he had become tall and lean, his toned biceps would sometimes show when he wore t-shirts. His eyes were the deepest blue and even though I haven't noticed it before, his smile would create the smallest stirs in the pit of my stomach. I dismissed the observation quickly and zoomed back in on his question.

"I had to leave the Hospital Wing, it was becoming too much, it doesn't really matter to you…you wouldn't understand," I said, moving to stand across from him. He looked at me with great concern.

"I'm worried about you…don't you see that? I'm not trying to pry into your life Ginny…I, I love you okay? I'm always trying to be one of those 'good guys', but don't forget, our dicks isn't always attached to our goddamn heart!" I gasped. It was possibly the crudest things I've heard Neville say. "You don't know how beautiful you are Ginny and it's a shame…I would die just to have you---for one night---Ginny…" Neville said, touching her arm. I couldn't believe what he had just said. "I care about you so much, if you only knew. I would worry when you leave in the morning for class, when you go to lunch and skip lunch, when you'd come back to the common room, and when you'd leave in the dead of the night to wander the halls. It kills me to know that I won't be able to save you if anything bad ever happened to you!" Neville balled his hand up in frustration. I cringed and started up the stairs. Neville ran up the stairs behind me but the siren set off. The stairs Neville was on became flat and sent him backwards. The students that lingered in the common room laughed at him.

"No pussy for you!" one yelled.

"Hey! That's not your dorm Neville!"

"Get up and get her Neville!"

Neville got up and dust his pajama pants. He turned from the stairs and walked back a few feet. Then, he sprinted up the stairs, as quick as possible. And grabbing the carpet, he pulled himself up. He crawled to his feet and followed me to my dorm. Catching up to me, he gently took my head in his hands and kissed me tenderly.

"That's all I wanted. Thanks Gin," Neville said, hugging me. He turned and left the girls dorm.

In the morning, I got up early to shower, dress and pack my books up for class. I heaved my book bag onto my back and headed for breakfast. As I walked through the portrait door, someone next to it scramble to their feet.

It was Draco.

"I thought I told you to bugger off!" I said angrily.

"Blaise is my friend," he said defensively. I stared at him with disbelief.

"Do you always give your friends hickeys on the neck?" I asked leaving for the Great Hall.

"I think I love you Ginny, we're closer to it than we think," he said.

"Closer to what?" I asked, spinning around.

"To 'it', don't pretend you don't know what it is. Ginny, I'm in love with you. Blaise was a mistake, I was depressed, she was there, I messed up…I'm sorry! My life is so messed up right now I can hardly think straight!" Draco cried, moving to embrace me. I pulled away from him and snickered.

"Don't try it Malfoy! If you loved me…oh God…this is foolish, there's no love between us," I walked away.

He loves me? How can this be possible? Why would he do those things with Blaise then, and not me? I've been hurt too many times! Harry left me, Neville loathes me because I don't love him, and Draco love me but I can't seem to grasp that statement. It's true…my gut says so…he means it and its pure love. I shouldn't let mind control spirit all the time.

Dear Mum,

How are you feeling? I'm trying real hard to get the anecdote for this HIV.

I'm so frightened mum. I'm so scared for you, you're the only one who I

Truly love in my life, mum. I can't stand to see you so ill and weak, your

Beautiful golden hair leaving you, and your bones showing through your skin.

Mum, I swear, I'll get that potion one way or another. And I'll make sure

Father pays for what he has done to you.

Mum, I need some advice right now though. I'm in love, with the Weasley girl

I wrote to you about. She hates me mum, she hates me. I don't know what to do.

I tried to tell her about Blaise, but she ignored it, possibly thinks I'm a liar.

I love her mum, and when I get her back, I'll bring her to the manor and introduce

The two of you. But now I must find away to get her back…I'm okay mum, and I miss you.

I miss you so much mum.

Keep strong mummy, winter break is near, and I'll be home to take care of you.

Love you mum,

Draco.

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