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His Youngest Admirer
Draco blinked, groaning in protest against the bright light filtering into the room. He felt a cloth on his forehead and immediately sat up, hissing in pain, as panic rose. Grey eyes focused on a familiar female, and the young man relaxed, allowing him to fall back against the pillows.
"Silvana? Is – "
"You're safe, Draco. And I must thank you. You saved my daughter's life."
"I – I would never do anything to hurt her," he said, looking up and away.
Silvana smile softly. "I know you wouldn't," she said, before growing serious once more. "You've been seriously injured. A dark spell grazed and cut into your side. Severus is excusing you from classes for the week."
"Will it heal?"
"We're doing our best."
"Da – co! Da – co wake up!" a voice cried from the doorway. Evelyn stood there, a bit unsteadily, and Draco's eyes widened.
"She can walk!"
Silvana nodded as her daughter stumbled forward, but managed to remain on her feet.
"Da – co be–ta?"
He simply nodded, not wanting to disappoint her.
"Yay! Da – co, up!
Silvana lifted her daughter. "Carful Evelyn," she cautioned.
Gently, Evelyn climbed onto the bed, wrapping her arms around him. Draco winced, shifting his godsister.
"Silvana, mum said to give to you," Ginny Weasley said, entering the room. She let her brown eyes gaze over the godsiblings, barely containing her shock.
"Thank you, Ginny," the older woman replied, taking the vial.
"What is – "
"Silvana! Silvana, you're needed now!" Sirius shouted, causing his wife to sigh, and she set the vial on the bedside table.
"I'll be back."
Ginny gave Draco a long look before speaking. "You really do care for her," she said softly.
"I'm not as heartless as you might believe me to be, Weasley," he replied, scorn seeping into his voice.
"I – I'm sorry. I never meant that you were. I just never pictured you as child – or family – friendly."
"I can understand that," he said, shifting his weight, and Evelyn's, so that he was sitting up a bit more, wincing as he went.
"I didn't grow up in a house like this," he continued, and Ginny would have retorted if she hadn't heard that there wasn't any hatred or bitterness directed at her – that he wasn't looking down at her family for once.
"Is she why you helped me?"
"Partially. She's definitely been a big impact on my life," he admitted, looking down at his godsister.
"You know Malfoy, you're not so bad," she commented, holding out a hand to the Slytherin.
"You're not so bad yourself, Weasley," he replied, taking her hand and shaking it firmly, wincing a bit as the movement caused him pain. Then, suddenly Evelyn pounded her hand on top of theirs, disliking how she was being left out, causing both teens to smile a bit.
"Da – co, who tat?" Evelyn asked, pointing towards Ginny.
"Ginny Weasley," he replied simply, putting her arm down.
"Ju – nny," she said, looking towards the red–head.
"Ginny." The older girl corrected.
"Je – ny," she tried again, and Ginny supposed it would have to do for now.
"How'd you find us, anyway?" she asked, sitting in the now vacated chair.
"I remembered Potter mentioning something about a burrow."
"You didn't realize the Burrow was our house, did you?"
"Not a chance."
"Are you sorry you came here?"
"No. We got away, didn't we? That was the point. Though I'm not quite sure how safe I am here."
Ginny laughed a little, causing the younger girl to join her. Perhaps things weren't always as they seemed. Draco Malfoy truly did seem to be changing. He was not his father.
"Ginny? What's taking so long?"
"I'm keeping her amused," Ginny replied as George looked suspiciously at Malfoy.
"Mum wants you downstairs if you're not doing anything but keeping the ferret entertained."
Ginny rolled her eyes, but complied.
"I'll see you later," she said quietly.
"Bye bye, Je – nny!" Evelyn cried, waving at her new friend, causing the older girl to smile.
"Da – co play?"
"No. Evelyn, Draco isn't feeling well. I'm still hurt," the young man replied, feeling a bit odd using his own name.
"Da – co hurt?"
Moving to his left side, Evelyn slid off of him before he could stop her.
"Evelyn, where are you going?" he said. When she continued to walk, stumbling a bit here and there, he moved to get out of bed, clenching his jaw against the pain.
"Evelyn, come back here," he tried again.
"Mama, Da – co hurt!" she exclaimed, and Draco breathed a sigh of relief as Silvana came back into view, scooping up her daughter along the way.
"Draco, what do you think you're doing? You shouldn't be out of bed yet."
"She was out the door, but you had left her with me. I – "
"Thank you. But now it's time I checked your wound. If you wouldn't mind lifting your shirt…?"
Draco shook his head, his hands shaking as he complied, leaning back against the pillows once more.
A deep, angry–looking gash cut down his side, purple bruising spreading out from the wound like a starburst. The actual gash had not yet healed.
"I'm going to put this on your wound. It will most likely sting, but the purpose is to remove any harmful effects from the area, a disinfectant if you will."
Draco nodded, tensing as she leaned over him, using the stopper, she carefully guided the medicine towards his wound. Silvana winced as a sound of pain escaped from her godson's lips.
"Thank you," he said thickly.
"I'll want to wrap it later. For now, just let the medication work," she instructed, taking his shirt from a clenched hand and laying it over the back of the desk chair.
"Thank you," he repeated. She came over, kissing him lightly on the forehead, brushing away a stray strand of hair.
"Would you like a pain potion now, or would you like to wait?"
"I – I'll wait," he replied, thinking of how much more it was going to hurt once wrapped. She simply nodded, before leaving, taking a protesting Evelyn with her.
"Thank you," a new voice said, causing Draco to look towards the doorway. "You saved her life."
"I would never hurt her. I hope you know that," he replied, looking Sirius Black in the eye.
"I do now. I'm – sorry I didn't trust you before."
"I understand," Draco replied stiffly, tensing as he heard light footsteps running towards the room. An upset Evelyn dashed by her father, headed straight towards the bed. Putting her hands on the edge, she banged them against the mattress, causing Draco to grimace.
"Up! Da – co, want up!" she exclaimed. He watched as Sirius entered the room, picking up his daughter and placing her next to him.
"I'm sorry, Draco," Silvana said, coming back into the room. "She doesn't want to leave you. It would seem as if you have an admirer."
"From someone who's just under a year old, I'll take it." He replied easily, letting Evelyn tuck herself next to him.
Secretly, he loved that Evelyn didn't want to leave him. She comforted him. But more than that, he had heard that young children were very good judges of people. And if she liked him, trusted him enough not to want to leave him, then perhaps he could stop questioning himself. So long as he had her, maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't turn out like his father. If he had her, then maybe, just possibly, he could be a "good guy."
Thanks to all who are reading and enjoying this story. If you have any suggestions, (i.e. would like to see something happen, etc.) questions, or comments, please feel free to private message me. Thanks! ~ Leanora