Slytherin Pride

Mending More Than Wounds

Ginny's POV
I knew that Draco was going to be hurt. I just knew it. Why didn't I just keep him with me, away from harm..?I mentally slapped myself. We. Are. Friends. Nothing more. I turned the corner and walked into the largest dressing room. He looked at me but his eyes quickly shifted to the floor. "Look gin...i really don't want you to see me..." A tear rolled down his cheek and he quickly smacked it away. "No...I want to see it. It could be...just like in detention." This made a faint smirk float across his face, but it was immediately was replaced by a groan. "Strip." I expected him to smirk but instead his breath quickened. "Are you ok?" I was becoming really worried about what had happened at the manor, but I was afraid to ask. "That's what Aunt Bella said before she tortured me." i gasped. "Did she...you know...like, rape you?" I was really confused and that was the first thing that sprung into my head. He laughed a little. "No...not quite...but I had to take off my shirt...and then this happened." He pulled of his shirt wincing. A tear fell from my face. "Love...oh my..." I was shocked. I thought at best it would be bruises that were blue. No, instead there was green oozing gashes everywhere. And I saw..."oh my god, Draco!" I started to cry and rushed towards him. The word coward was etched onto his forearm. I touched the gash above it and he screamed. Not shouted but screeched. "I'm so sorry...oh my..." He was silently crying too I realized. "Gin I didn't want you to see. please stop crying. I don't want anyone to cry for me." I looked into his gray eyes. His beautiful tears continued to fall and he bit his lip hard to keep it from trembling. "Ahhh, I'm going to help you. Please. Never keep anything from me. Ok?" He looked away but nodded. I set to work. Everywhere the gashes became smaller but didn't heal. Dark magic does that to people. I came to the last wound. The word coward. I bent my head and kissed it. Draco shifted by didn't make any noise. I gently waved my wand. The carved letters closed up but stayed the same color. A deep red. It would forever be that way. He looked up at me after I was done. "Thanks...for lunch. I enjoyed it." I took the time to lighten the mood. "Did draco Malfoy just say thanks to a blood traitor?!" I gasped mockingly. He laughed. He had a cute laugh. His eyes close and his face tilts up. His sides heave and he emits small short giggles. Way better than Harry's laugh. All his is is pretty much a snort. I mentally slapped myself again. Gin, you are seriously high right now?! Stop. Another voice spoke up. 'High off of Malfoy, you mean to say.' I shook my head. "Harry's a good person. I lo- lo- lov-" I whispered out loud trying to get myself to say it. I couldn't. I no longer loved Harry Potter.
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