Green Eyed Monster | Draco Malfoy

58. Worthless Intervention

Chapter 58 - Worthless Intervention

Ginny's room was cozy. I had never really taken the time to notice the charm of it; not until now, at least, when I couldn't pull myself out of bed. The room was so cozy, in fact, that there wasn't really room for me to have a bed - it was really a cot. Of course, Mrs Weasley had made sure that it was the most comfortable cot that existed...or maybe that was the exhaustion making the opinion for me. During all my time avoiding them, I couldn't help but feel like each and every redhead in the house had been told to cater to my every need. Luckily for them, I didn't really need or want anything...besides to be left alone in my cot.

"She's been like this all month," Harry whispered from the doorway behind me. He must have assumed I was asleep, but my eyes were open and staring out of the window leading out to the large plot of land the Weasleys owned. I knew Hermione was with him from her hum of disapproval. I assumed Ron probably was too.

"I brought some grief counseling books," Hermione responded in the same whisper. "I've read all through them. I assumed that she would show signs of irritability, I never assumed that she would cut herself off and disassociate herself..."

"Dumbledore said most of the Slytherins don't know," my brother explained. "She's allowed into the Gryffindor common room all this year, in case she doesn't feel safe in her own dormitory."

"He must assume that she won't be," Hermione muttered. "I've never heard of a headmaster melding the bridges between two houses like that."

"I don't think many headmasters have had this kind of problem," Ron's voice spoke up. I was right. It was always the three of them. But I couldn't help but recognize the fact he had called me a problem.

"I don't think that the Slytherins should be our immediate concern," Hermione said. "She's showing all the signs of Avoidant Post Traumatic Stress Disorder: emotional numbness, isolation, lack of interest, morose thoughts leading to in-"

"Inevitable feelings of self-deprecation," I finished for her, turning around in the cot to look at the three shell-shocked Gryffindors in the doorway. "I assume I'm also showing signs of depression and a sense of hopelessness? You're forgetting that I remember every part of what happened - with Avoidant Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, you normally forget important details. I haven't."

Hermione seemed to wince, I don't know if it was because she knew I wouldn't read her books now that I had proven to know what I was talking about, or if it was because I had caught them red handed as they gawked at me like an animal.

"Harry's been very worried about you," she said quietly. It sounded as if she were trying to sound as harmless and tiny as she could, in case she would frighten me. "You've only been here a few hours and I feel the same."

"There are more important things to worry about," I informed her, my mind back on Theodore while I turned back over in my cot. "Tell me when the OWL results arrive."

"I forgot those were coming," Harry muttered.

"They're coming! Why didn't you tell me?" And knowing that I was no longer even close to the issue at hand - not when Hermione was about to pull out her hair with anticipation - the three left. It seemed that they were unwilling to say anything until they were out of earshot from Ginny's room...I welcomed the quiet.

I tried finding my way to sleep, because now that I had hinted towards Theodore's well-being it was impossible not to think about it. Sleep was the only thing that dulled my nerves now - and it only dulled them until I started dreaming and woke up from the nightmares. But at least nothing actually hurt like it did when I was awake. The images frightened me, of course, but it didn't hurt.