Oh my Gosh, I finally finished… I’ve been working on this fic on and off since like… forever… It’s a fic I know I originally wrote this some time in 2003 and I’m sure I put it up somewhere (it may have even been here) But I couldn’t find it anywhere, so I re wrote the whole thing! Please enjoy this fic which is my first go at this pairing at first attempt and first person narrative.

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Some People.

Some people just didn’t get it; they didn’t get how I could fall in love with someone who was so different. That I could fall in love with someone who was my complete opposite, who hated everything I was and everything I stood for. All my friends, all my family, everyone that knew me thought I was insane, they thought I had gone completely mad. But they couldn’t understand, even when I told them what happened they didn’t understand, and how could they? They hadn’t been there, they hadn’t seen him in the light that I had. But I guess that was life, some people would just never understand why I fell in love with Draco Malfoy.

The corridors were dark and cold as I ran for my life through the many corridors of Hogwarts; I didn’t even know where I was going, or how I had managed to get myself into this situation but it didn’t matter know, nothing mattered apart from getting as far away from them as possible.

My feet hitting the ground echoed around the hallways as I ran, why was there no one around, why hadn’t anyone heard what was going on, sure people were suppose to be asleep, but that never stopped them before.

The corridors seemed larger and more confusing than even before, they felt more dark and uninviting instead of there usual cheeriness and welcoming. But I continued to run down the, the thought of what was behind me fuelled my run. I didn’t want them to catch me, I didn’t wan tot be in their hands again.

I subconsciously placed a hand on my forehead, inwardly flinching as I felt the hot and sticky mess which was my blood. The blood caused by the large gash on the top of my forehead. I knew I had a concussion, but I kept running - I didn’t want to be back in their hands.

“Look! There she is!”

The shout froze my blood, their footsteps joined mine as they began to chase me, I had to run, I couldn’t stop, I just couldn’t…

“No so fast baby!”

A large heavy object slammed into my back and I fall to the ground, I tried to regain my footing to continue to run but they had already caught up to me.

One of them pulled me to my feet by my hair, I whimpered in pain, causing him to grin.

“Thought you could get away huh?” The young boy sneered at me, shaking me by the hair to emphasize his point, “Well, we’re not finished with you yet - come back at play.”

I kicked, I punched and I even screamed as I was dragged by my hair back along the corridors I had run down. Why couldn’t anyone hear me? Why wasn’t anyone coming to help me?

Normally the corridors would be full of people walking around at night, but tonight, empty, barren, silent.

My attempts to get free were not successful, nor did they hinder my captor’s spirit. In fact, they seemed to enjoy watching me squirm; it was like that the more I protested the happier they were.

“In you go baby!”

I was thrown into an empty classroom; the same room I had escaped from earlier, a red stain on the floor confirming it, my blood was already soaked into the floor.

Numbly, I got to my feet and once again tried to talk so sense into the three boys staring at me, “please - just leave me alone, let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I promise…” My words came out in sobs, I hadn’t realized I was crying, “Please, please just don’t hurt me.”

The one that dragged me in here laughed, he seemed to be the oldest, and therefore the leader of the small group, “I don’t think you understand how this works - we get to have some fun with you - you cooperate fully and then we leave.”

“But - but I have cooperated,” I sobbed, knowing it was a lie, I had after all, tried to stun before they had managed to get my wand off me, “please, I can’t, I just…”

The oldest one slapped me so hard I fall back down to the floor, “silence! You have no right to speak!”

I nodded numbly, the coldness of the ground seeping into my body; there was no way they were going to let me escape again. So should I just give up, let them do what they wanted to me?

“No, no I’ll fight, I have to fight…”

Their laughs echoed around the room as I got to my feet, unsteady would have been an understatement,

“I’ll fight you because, because you have no right to be her, you have no right to hurt me.”

I began to feel stronger with every word that I managed to get out, “I am not weak - and I will fight.”

“You are weak,” one of the younger ones sneered, he pulled out something out from him coat pocket. I squinted only to see it was a knife, a lump formed in my throat, “And if you fight, you will die.”

I began to back away from them, but the oldest one grabbed me by the wrist, twisting it he whispered harshly, “what’s the matter baby, scared?”

I began to nod my head, but then thought that I didn’t want them to have the satisfaction; instead I squared my shoulders and spat in his face.

I had never seen anyone look as angry as he did in that moment before he lunged at me, knocking me to the ground then pinning me to the floor.

What happened next was a blur, I don’t even know how long it last. They all had their turns at me, kicking, punching, biting - I was even thrown halfway across the room at one time, the knife pierced my skin a few times, and in no time at all I was a mess. Covered in blood, sweat all over my forehead and tears streaming down my face, my clothes were in tatters, and so was my pride…

Because through it all I didn’t even say a word, I tried, but I couldn’t, nothing seemed to come out.

My horrible silence was immediately broken when one of them put his hand up my skirt - I screamed with all my might, lashing out at him and managing to get free from him grip.

I was just at the door when he pulled me back by my hair and rammed me hard against the wall.

He was so much stronger than me, bitter tears streamed down my face as he hand ran up my leg. I couldn’t seem to fight it again, all my strength had gone into my attempt, it was happening, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“What the hell is going on here!”

The boy holding me against the wall turned in shock, letting me go in the process. I managed to get a glimpse of the door as I collapsed to the ground in defeat.

The door was open and someone was standing in the doorway, it seemed someone had finally heard my cry for help.

My vision was blurry with tears, my concussion wasn’t helping my sight at all, because of my impaired vision I couldn’t clearly see who it was, I was pretty sure I knew him though.

Whoever it was I knew I would be thankful to them forever, in fact, seeing someone there had given me some strength back, enough to speak at least, “thank you, thank you so much.”

My voice was quite but he heard me, his head swung in my direction, his grey eyes focused on me and a frown formed on his face at the sight of me. My vision was clearing at bit, though I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, there was no way it would be him…

“G-Ginny? Oh my god,” he took one step towards me but was stopped as one of the boys grabbed him arm, twisting it in on motion.

“Just what do you think you’re doing blondie?”

Jet another confirmation that who had walked into the door wasn’t a hallucination, my vision was becoming clearer and clearer by the second - but it just couldn’t be him…

“I could ask you the same thing,” his voice had suddenly turned cold as he spoke to the boys, there was no denying it now, I would recognize that voice anywhere, I could hardly believe my ears, “What right do you have to be here? And could you think you have the right to do this - Dumbledore will hear about this.”

“It, it doesn’t matter, they’re muggles…” I had finally found my voice after getting over the shock of hearing his voice, “I don’t know how they got here, they just.. Just…”

His eyes turned to stare at me, the deep grey now unmistakable, “muggles?” He looked uncertain for a moment before shaking his head, he gave the boys a hard stare before coming over to me.

I stared at him in disbelief, so did the boys, they didn’t look very happy about being ignored, “You - you should watch you back…”

He scoffed, “muggles…” He looked me over and shock his head sadly, “Ginny… you, look what they did…”

If he was going to say something else he didn’t get the chance, because at that moment they boy that had the knife threw it in our direction - it embedded itself into the wall just inches away from him.

His eyes widened and he turned back to the boys, all three of them were now glaring at us. The two younger ones were holding some sort of club things while the oldest was holding a strange metal thing.

“Get away from our girl - or else.”

“Yours?” He got to his feet, “Since when did Ginny belong to you?” He glared at them all and pulled out his wand, “I’m warning you, get lost or else.”

In response to this one of the younger ones suddenly rushed up to him, swinging the club like thing madly in the air. Caught off guard, he only just managed to dodge the blow - losing his footing as he did so.

A scream escaped my lips as he was hit hard with the club on the side of the leg, “No!” I hurriedly got to my feet, ready to help in any way I could.

He, however, had other plans, he lashed out at the young boy with the club, smashing his nose and causing him to reel backwards, then he turned to me,

“Run Ginny, get out of here!” He glared at me when I just stood there, “Go Ginny! Go get some help, go to the infirmary, just go! Now!”

At his shout of now he managed to fully get back to his feet, in one quick motion he swung his leg out in an arc, catching the boy that had ran at him in the ribs…

I hated myself for doing it, but I obeyed him and ran towards the door - closing it to sounds of what seemed like explosions. Then I found myself running down the corridors again, this time yelling and screaming as I did so,

“Help! Someone please help me! I need help!”

Pain burned all through me as I ran down corridor after corridor, screaming until my lungs were coarse,

“Help! Anyone! Please!”

“Miss Weasley?!”

I turned, at to my great relief, there stood Professor McGonagall and just behind her was Professor Snape, I had never been happier to seen a teacher in my life,

“Professors! Please you have to come and help, he’s…”

Professor McGonagall interrupted me, eyeing me up and down she exclaimed, “My dear! What in the world has happened to you?”

Professor Snape just gave me a blank stare, “I think that Miss Weasley may need to be escorted to the infirmary.”

“No!” I yelled so loudly they both blinked at me, I put a hand to me head, yelling had caused it to spin, which was not going to stop me though, “No, you have to come - muggles - castle - attacking…”

I had no idea if I made sense or not but I didn’t wait for an answer and headed back to down the corridor as fast as I could. To my great relief they followed me.

It took me longer that I thought to get back to the classroom, when I did get there, I ripped open the door frowning at what I saw.

No one was in here, the classroom was empty, had I made a mistake? I swept my eyes over the room, no, there was a dark red stain, and beside it was….

With a gasp and a small scream I ran into the classroom, behind me Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape had caught up to me.

“Miss Weasley, would you please explain you’re…” McGonagall’s face turned stark white at the sight in front of her, “Oh… oh my….”

I hadn’t actually noticed though, I was more worried about the unmoving figure on the ground, which was lying beside a large blood stain.

I hesitantly put a hand on his shoulder, he flinched at the touch, “Its okay, its okay, its me, its Ginny, I brought back some help…”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, what had happened in the few moments I had gone? What had they done to him?

More tears started to form in my eyes - I didn’t bother to wipe them away, “I’m so sorry…”

He somehow managed to turn slightly, I could see the pain written all over his face, “Don’t - Don’t apologise, I’m glad I came - they - they were animals - don’t know where they went…” He reached up and wiped the tears softly off my cheek, “this is not your fault…”

They were the last words he said to me before he closed his eyes, the hand he had reached up to wipe away my tears fall back to his side.

I suddenly found myself falling on top of him, bursting into tears and screaming, I don’t know hey, but suddenly dread had overcome me and I just had to let it all out.

“No - No!” Someone was pulling me away from him, “No! This is all my fault, I shouldn’t have left him… I’m not doing it again… I won’t leave him….”

I never cried in all my life as much as I did then, I cried as Professor McGonagall (she was the one that had pulled me off him) gently helped me to me feet, I sobbed bitterly as she led me to the infirmary and I cried myself to sleep as Madame Pomfery checked me over. According to here I was lucky to still be on my feet, I didn’t see it that way.

Sunlight woke me the next morning, at first I thought it had been a horrible dream but then I realized where I was and tears welled in my eyes again. Some people would say that I should have run out of tears by now, some would even have told me to stop being such a baby…

These people hadn’t gone through what I just had, they hadn’t been there beside him, they hadn’t seen the pain in his face or hear his fearful whisper.

Some people would just never understand, you had to be there, and no one else was…

I wiped the tears from my eyes and threw off the blankets that were covering me - swinging me legs over the side of the bed I decided that it was time to get some answers.

“Madame Pomfery would have a heart attack if she saw you’re about to get out if bed.”

I froze and stared in shock at the owner of the voice, he was leaning against the wall beside my bed, a small smile on his lips.

I smiled back at him and replied, “I could say the same to you.”

I eyed him up and down, he looked alright, he didn’t seem to be in any pain, but you just didn’t bounce back from something like that, “How are you not…”

I couldn’t find the right words, he grinned and laughed as I muttered under my breath. He then made his way over to the bed, which I still hadn’t moved from.

“You’re the one that’s been out of it for a whole week,” He chuckled, “I’ve never seen your brother so eccentric.”

It took me awhile to comprehend what he had said, “a week… I thought I had just been asleep one night…” I shook my head, not believing it, I couldn’t really help it now though, so I turned to matters I could.

“Thank you,” the words were out before he could even protest, “you - you came to help me and you stayed even though you were in danger. You saved me…”

I looked deep into his eyes, he was now sitting on the edge of me bed, “why?”

He seemed taken back by the question, “Why? Because I couldn’t have left you to those monsters, they’re gone by the way Dumbledore sorted them out. I did it because you were hurt and I hated seeing you hurt… And because I…” He suddenly blushed, “My heart tore at seeing you in pain…”

I was shocked by his answer, his heart, did that mean he actually cared, “Well, well I hated seeing you hurt too.” My face went as bright as my hair, “because no matter what you think, or what other people think, I care about you… I really do - it was horrible seeing you like that.”

Tears were once again streaming down my face, he had moved quickly and was now sitting right next to me - he wiped away my tears with the back of his hands, “I care about you too.”

I smiled up at him, knowing somehow he meant it, and Draco smiled back.

-End-

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