It was 4:30 AM. The sun had just begun to filter through the curtains, rain could be heard gently hitting the window and Ginny Weasley was awake. Again. She sighed and swung her legs over the side of the bed whilst pulling open the hangings. Does it have to be raining? It's always raining. She shed Charlie's old t-shirt that she had been sleeping in since the night he left for Romania; and pulled on her Quidditch gear. Flying always calmed her mind after a tumultuous night awake. She gathered her red hair into a low ponytail and quietly, so as not to wake the sleeping students around her, crept out.
"Blaise, Blaise? BLAISE!" Draco had already pulled on slacks, socks and boots. He'd pulled on an oxford shirt but hadn't buttoned it up yet; letting the front hang open over the bed as he lent over the body still deep in slumber. He nudged Blaise's shoulder with his nose before shouting the boy's name again.
"Mmph, wha?..." Blaise opened one eye, only to find he was staring straight up at the pale face and mussed blond hair of a very wide awake Draco.
"Wake up!"
"Urgh, Dray. Go back to sleep." Blaise knew that there was little to no point arguing with the blond bastard but he still did it every morning on principle. One day, one day he'd convince him that he deserved a lie in. Or, you know, to wake up at normal peoples wake up time.
"Yeah, real funny Blaise." He threw the other boy a look whilst starting to bounce lightly on the bed, making it slightly harder for him to back to sleep.
"Urgh, fine. Let me get dressed. Still think it's way too early though."
"You say that every morning." Draco smirked and threw Blaise a shirt.
Half an hour later
"I quite like Hogwarts when it's like this." Draco had never fully settled into Hogwarts. It was filled with people he mostly didn't like. A large proportion of those being Slytherin who he disliked mostly because his father said he should like them.
"What? When it's raining?"
"No, when it feels empty and no-one's awake but us."
"Which reminds me, I should be asleep. You've kept me up the last two nights Dray, and then woke me up ridiculously early today."
"I was bored." Draco shrugged. "Do you know how boring it is to just lie there while you're asleep, snoring? It drives me crazy!"
"Well your insomnia is slowly killing me. I need a certain amount of sleep to function properly. And that amount is significantly higher than the amount you apparently survive on. Just occasionally, in the middle of the week where we still have classes to get through, will you please allow me to catch up on this ever increasing sleep debt you seem intent on making me accumulate."
"Aww, don't be like that," Draco pressed a kiss to his boyfriends currently pouting lips, "you know it's not my fault."
Blaise did. Draco's nightmares had increased drastically since last year, and after what the Dark Lord had made him do and see; he wasn't surprised. His father's attitude towards the failure wasn't helping the matter either. And Draco had had a bad sleeping pattern anyway. Blaise would just have to find a way to occupy Draco so he could catch up on some well-deserved sleep. Blaise felt a tug on his sleeve. He looked up to see a pleading look in Draco's eyes. "What?" he questioned. He knew when Draco got that look in his eyes it generally meant trouble or exercise- and not the good kind.
"Let's get some practice in, now Potter's gone we might have a chance at the Quidditch cup this year. And the pitch is usually busy later in the day."
Relieved that they were going to talk about Quidditch that morning Blaise woke himself up slightly more to fully engage Draco's attention towards the lighter topic. He always found it hard to 'deep and meaningful' in the morning. "I don't know; I heard the Weaselette made captain and she's a pretty good flier from what saw, maybe better than scar-head. Not bad looking either.'
"You have a one track mind mon chéri."
'Two, sleep rates pretty high too.'
"Gah." Draco rolled his eyes and pushed open the door to the changing rooms. He stopped in his tracks. There, under one of the showerheads, rubbing shampoo into her hair and humming was Ginny Weasley. A very naked and very wet Ginny Weasley, completely oblivious to the open door behind her.
"Move it Dray, it's wet out here!" Blaise's shoving brought him back to the present. Then Blaise saw what he was staring at. "Oh."
All of a sudden Ginny turned around to reach for something and caught sight of the two Slytherins staring at her. Her face froze.
"Get the fuck out, you perverted bastards!" she screamed whilst hurrying to cover herself up. Water and long red hair flying everywhere as she fumbled with the material and a pink blush covered everything that hadn't already been turned red from the hot water.
"Sorry, didn't think anyone would be up this early, Merlin knows I should be asleep." Blaise said smoothly whilst pushing his boyfriend back through the door. "We're terribly sorry to have disturbed you, knock in future and all that." There was a sneer marring Draco's perfect features.
Once they were out the door Blaise turned to Draco, "Seems like you're not the only one with problems sleeping."
"Huh?" the sneer transformed into confusion.
"Well you have to be up pretty early to have already finished practice by five in the morning. And no one with a reasonable sleep pattern wakes up that early just to fly on a free pitch. Especially when the sun's not actually going to rise for a good hour and a half from now. Seems little Ginny Weasley isn't as perfect as everyone thinks she is.'
A/N Ok, so at the moment I've decided to completely rework these first three chapters before I can proceed. I actually cringe when I read them back over so I'm going to sort that bit out. Rip out as many clichés as I can without completely losing the plot so far and make it a whole lot less melodramatic. This was published three years ago and a lot has changed for me since then and the way this fic was going then isn't where I think it needs to go now. So please bear with me while I figure this out and hopefully finally finish something!
Reviews would be awesome and make me remember to actually stop being lazy and do something!
Love always, Rose xxx