AN: Hey so if you don't like this little story plz tell me, I'm debating on whether or not to go on with this. And plz don't hate me cuz its my 1st story. Also, this takes place in Ginny's 5th year Enjoy!
DISCLAMER: I don't own any of the Harry Potter books or movies, nor do I aspire to be J.K. Rowling. I also had no part in the creation of characters, the background of the series, and my opinion does not represent the opinion of Warner Bros. etc.
PROLOGUE:
PROLOGUE:
It was late. It had to be at least 2 am. But she had to be careful. She didn't want to walk into the common room too early and have some study crazed 7th year asking her why she was tearing out of the porthole at such a late hour. Thus, she laid in her bed, wearing her robes under her covers instead of a slip, and waited. She waited until all the girls in her dorm had fallen asleep, and then jumped up, gathering her wand and sneaking down the stairs. Ginerva Weasley took great care to arrive undetected in front of one of the boys' dormitories.
She stopped in front of a dark mahogany door with the small 6 encrypted on it in gold lettering. She pushed it open silently, then cast the 'Muffliato' charm on the room, so no one could hear her walk over to Harry's trunk and extract the invisibility cloak from the bottom of it. He hid it under a collection of other funny things, including a broken piece of mirror, a small time turner, and his Marauder's Map. Gin knew where he kept all of his things, (he was Ron's best friend), and for a moment, she felt a bit guilty for taking his cloak without asking. But she quickly brushed the thought off and, lifting the charm, took care to shut the door quietly.
Ginny then briskly exited the porthole, ignoring the Fat Lady's sleepy remarks about inconsiderate children up to no good. Just go to sleep, she thought at the picture. She then put on the invisibility cloak and broke into a run. She navigated through the dark corridors, careful to make as little sound as possible. Her robes slapped against her ankles, and her red hair flew behind her like fire. She was tenacious. She was determined. And she ran all the faster.
Gin rounded a corner, silently checking to see if Filch or Mrs. Norris were about. Spying no one, she darted down the halls, stopping only to rush into a deserted classroom for a few minutes, (just to be safe,) before continuing her trek through the castle.
She had to get to the dungeons, and she had to find the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Ron had told her the door was a hidden one, behind a faulty brick in the wall past a large tapestry depicting some great battle. He had known about it, he bragged, since his second year. Ron did have a big mouth, but it was an advantage when Ginny needed to know something.
Learning the password, however, was trickier. With the exception of Pansy Parkinson, with whom Ginny was the barest of acquaintances, she didn't really fancy any of Slytherins. Nor did she think she had the burlesque power to seduce one of the boys into giving her the password. Unless she wanted to take off her pants. Which she didn't exactly have urge to do. So she decided to trail one or two of the Slytherins until she could overhear the password from one of them. She instantly chose Draco Malfoy, which proved a fruitful endeavor. It wasn't because of his devilishly good looks, though she would be lying if she said she'd never fantasized about him without a shirt. No. She chose him because he was the reason she was even out of her bed that night.
Draco and his dumb diary. She'd seen him writing in it. She'd seen him staring at her before scribbling into it, quite furiously. And she noticed he carried with him. Everywhere. And Gin knew she had to have it. If asked, she couldn't tell you why, but she couldn't help wondering if there was something about her in there. Don't be an idiot, Ginny thought many a time. Draco hated her. He thought her blood was made of dirt, or something damn near close. But still… so many times it seemed as though he was writing about her. Her only.
And it wasn't as if she had never thought of him… well… that way. He was extremely attractive, anyone could see it, with his perfect platinum hair and haunting grey eyes. Not to mention the way his sculpted arms flexed every time he pulled on his Nimbus 2002 to switch directions on the Quidditch pitch. And his smile, not his self-righteous smirk, his genuine smile, only seen on the fewest of occasions. Ginny herself had seen it only once. And his chest – No, stop that, he despises you. Don't dwell on looks Gin, she chastised herself, for no one stood the model for the 'looks are deceiving' thing like Malfoy. Ginny shook her head and continued down to the dim dungeons. She had always wondered why a school had such large dungeons. Damn it Ginny focus.
She searched all the walls, searching for notable tapestries and suspicious bricks, and finally found one to fit Ron's extravagant description. It was made of exquisite stitching and amazing detail. It was probably hundreds of years old, and easily the best damn tapestry in the castle. No wonder the Slytherins took it to mark their common room entrance. And just next to it, there was a worn brick, which had looked to have more chips and cracks than the others.
"Robore. Potestatem. Ambitio." Ginny whispered, touching her wand to the brick. It's Latin. Look it up on google translate :) She didn't exactly expect it work, for there were countless things that could've gone wrong. The password could've been changed, or she could've misheard Malfoy. But it worked, and with a grand sweep it opened outwardly. She was in.
She walked through and noticed how different it was from the Gryffindor common room it was. It seemed colder, more pretentious. She wouldn't live there, that was for sure. Still, Gin had to focus on the task at hand. She searched the room, looking for some indication of dorm rooms, then noticed two adjacent spiral staircases. She chose the one on the left and opened the 1st door she saw. Millicent Bullstrode was snoring, and quite loudly at that. This is the girl's side. Ginny shut the door and went up the other stair case.
She soon found a small 6 engraved in the oak door in the shape of a snake. She pushed it open, instantly casting a silencing charm on the room, and, upon taking off the invisibility cloak, looked at the boys on the four poster beds. One was Blaise Zabini, another Marcus Finch, two more Crabbe and Goyle, another Theodore Nott, and lastly, him. Draco's space was noticeably cleaner than the others, and he slept calmly, looking even more beautiful than when awake. No Gin you bint just get the bloody journal. She walked over to his bed and opened his trunk, trying not to look at the boy in his bed. He was shirtless, and his chest and stomach were as perfect as Ginny imagined them, though she would never admit to thinking of such a thing.
In his trunk were neatly folded clothes, some books, (Ginny did not want to look at the titles), a picture of the Harwood Harpies, Honeyduke's candy, and some novelty items from Zonko's Joke Shop, along with his Quidditch uniform, an expensive looking pair of dress shoes, spare parchment, quills, various ingredients for Potions class, an Astronomy map, an inkpot, and diamond polish for his broom. But no journal. Ginny walked up to his nightstand, and couldn't help looking at his face. It was angelic, his bright hair framing his stern face, the face that didn't seem so stern and hostile now. She liked him better when he didn't have that mask on, with his guard always up.
Gin looked at his nightstand, where his homework lay completed and neatly organized on the top. She rifled through the drawers, and at the bottom of the last drawer; the journal. The diary. Draco's diary. Oh, dear. Here, in this book, she could see everything that Malfoy thought. I really shouldn't. But she had to. If he ever caught me. But how could he? It's wrong. But it was right.
She slipped the invisibility cloak on, shoved the small book in the folds of her robe, and left the room, rushing silently back into her bed