Disclaimer – for anyone who doesn't already know…these characters are not mine…they all belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling who I thank dearly for coming up with such a fabulous world outside of our own…
Her head jerked from one side and back to the other, lips twitching with unspoken pleas. A pair of arms wrapped themselves around her and she felt the panic increase. Her body gave a heavy shudder as her words gained volume.
"No, please, don't. Please, not tonight; God, why?" Her words came out in a feeble whimper, tears making a steady stream down her face.
"Ginny, Ginny wake up!" She could feel her body being shaken by an outside source but couldn't quite grasp who or what was causing it, "come on Gin, you've got to wake up. Somebody's coming!"
Her body stilled its trembling and her eyes fluttered open to meet a panicked pair of brown eyes, "Thank god!"
She lifted a shaky hand to wipe her forehead and found it to be encased in a layer of cold sweat, "What happened?"
Hermione looked away, trying to avoid her gaze, "What do you think happened? You fell asleep again, and this time in the common room. Things are getting worse Gin; you're going to have to figure out a better solution."
She sat up and glanced around the room, "What else is there for me to do Mione? I can't sleep alone in my bed, and there's nowhere else for me to go. In case you don't remember, I can't exactly go home and seek the help I need."
Hermione's voice dropped to a whisper as a group of third year boys walked in, "Can't you speak to Dumbledore or something? There has got to be another way, you're not getting enough sleep here."
Ginny stood and began to gather her books from the table in front of them, "Don't you think I realize that my body's not getting enough rest? I can't talk to Dumbledore though, what would he say? He'd probably believe my story about as well as my parents did. No, I can't handle going through that again, you're all I've got Mione."
Hermione fell silent at that last statement as a lump rose in her throat. She watched as Ginny exited through the portrait hole before she herself began to gather her things. There had to be something that they could do, she just couldn't believe that Dumbledore would be as hard-headed as Ginny's parents had been.
A/N – It's been a while since I wrote anything…and this is pretty short for a start to a new story…but the ideas are flowing, now all I have to do is get them down on paper…I hope you all like it so far!!