Author's Note: Hello! If you are reading this series for the first time, this story is the sequel to "Wickedly Delicious". You MUST read WD before reading this story in order to understand what is going on. If you are not new…welcome back! I'm glad you liked the first part enough to take interest in the sequel. I've been a bit lazy, but I'm trying to get my writing in gear. Hopefully, I'll be able to update on a weekly basis.

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and the characters therein are not mine. Period.

Update: I ended up having to repost this because of an error. Basically, my mom (who's a big fan of mine, obviously) reviewed under my name. She wrote that I was the "greatest writer in the whole world" or something. Anyway, here I am sick, getting out of bed to check my email, and then I find a review with MY name on it.

I'm not going to lie to you, I freaked out. I didn't want anyone thinking that I was an egotistical crazy person, because I'm not, so I deleted the story. Don't worry, I still have backup chapters. Which is why I'm posting this. Sorry for the inconvenience. My mom is sorry, too. Apparently Xing is logging IPs so there was no way for me to explain in a review that the reviewer wasn't me. And unfortunately, lone author's notes are forbidden. I'm putting Chapter 1 and 2 together, that way, the chapter will be longer and less confusing. Hope it helps.

Onto the story! BP

Chapter One: Promises are made to be kept (Part 1)

Weeks had passed since Ginny's morning of naked humiliation, and it seemed she was, at least outwardly, her old self again. The buzz over her peculiar behavior was beginning to quiet down as well, though a few giggles could be heard here and there. Yes, she seemed to have been recovering after all. Despite the year's rocky beginning and interesting occurrences, it seemed that things would begin to steady themselves and that everything would go back to being just as uneventful as life could ever be for Ginny Weasley. Such an idiotic assumption...

Remember your promise...

Ginny had spent a good part of her Saturday morning in the Library. She had fallen behind in quite a few of her classes. This is understandable due to the fact that a period of her life was missing from her memory, including important pre-examination classes. Having filled her head with as many spells, terms, and definitions as she could stand and not develop a nosebleed, Ginny slammed her books shut. As she stood and gathered her things, doubted very highly that she'd remember anything she just read an hour later.

Ginny trudged past the other students, all of whom were caught up in their own studies or conversations disguised as studying.

To her own surprise, Ginny found herself, walking, or rather drifting aimlessly past the rows of books, following a familiar path to the end of the library.

Before Ginny knew it, she was standing in front of the lounge. Ginny pressed a hand to the cold surface of the wooden door. She then reached for the doorknob. Turning it, she was half-surprised to find it open.

There was no light in the room at first, but after a quick "illuminus" the lights were lit, and the room seemed to come to quiet life. As she took a cautious step into the room, she observed that it had remained undisturbed since her meetings with Draco. Either that or Madame Pince was truly a woman of tidy habits. She felt torn between staying and leaving the room as she had found it. Ginny bit her lip. Maybe something here could help her account for lost memories. Perhaps, something in the empty room could explain what really happened during that dreadful period following her chocolate overdose. Ginny drew in a shaky breath, and began backing out of the room.

There it was again, the laughter. Where was it coming from?

Ginny...listen to me now, Ginny...

"I should not have come here," Ginny gulped, "it was stupid of me."

At the clear sound of the door shutting behind her, Ginny felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She wasn't alone.

Ginnyturned reluctantly, but was not prepared for what she saw. She was standing face to face…with herself. This "self" was dressed in black. Low-cut black top. Long, slinky black skirt. Both of which complimented her black, empty eye sockets. Don't scream…

"Oh, don't mind me," the doppelganger giggled, "just having a look around."

The thing actually glided about the small room, humming to itself.

Ginny felt both dizzy and nauseated. Surely this wasn't happening. "Wha…what on Earth?"

"We're not on Earth, silly," the eye-less Ginny actually winked, "we're in that darling little head of ours."

Ours? No, no, no! "No, this isn't real. I'm dreaming! This is a dream." Empowered with new insight, Ginny pointed a finger at this dream imposter.

"Get out of my dream! Get out of my head!"

The doppelganger stared at Ginny for what felt like ages. It then went into a rather long fit of laughter.

"I mean it!" Ginny shouted.

At the command, the doppelganger was inches from Ginny's face. Ginny hadn't even seen it move.

"Oh do you?"

The imposter blinked, and finally, eyes appeared. Those were her eyes!

"Yes. This is my head and my body. You aren't welcome here."

"This is my head and my body and you aren't welcome here." The creature was imitating her perfectly. She then stuck out her tongue at the bewildered Ginny.

"Oh piss off! I'm staying here as long as I want."

The imposter actually put an arm around Ginny's neck.

"You see," it said, "I like it here. It's cozy. And there's so much for me to do. One thing in particular. Do you remember?"

At once the arm was gone and so was the doppelganger. There was just the phrase, "Do you remember? Remember the promise?" Being asked over and over again.

"No! What promise? I don't remember?"

The room disappeared, too there was nothing but blackness, and that damn question.

Remember your promise? Remember your promise?

Ginny awoke with a start. She was embarrassed at finding that she'd drooled on much of her notes. Yuck.

One note caught her attention immediately. It turned her blood to ice.

"Hello Ginny! We're going to be good friends.

Love, Ginnine!"

Author's Endnote: Yep, it was a dream sequence…mostly. Hope I didn't lose anybody. I expect to update as soon as I feel better and hopefully that will be tomorrow. Thanks for reading! BP