Title: Catch Me by Night
Summary: Late night stalking, exclusion from the Golden Trio and Quidditch all draw Ginny closer to an insomnia-induced Draco.
Chapter 1
Ginny walked into the common room exasperated from a day of hard classes. School had started for the young witches and wizards of London. This was Harry, Ron, and Hermione's last year of school. Ginny sat down on the common room couch next to Hermione who was watching the boys play chess. Hermione noticed her friend walk in.
"Hello Gin." Hermione greeted. Ginny smiled. Ron was just about to say something when-BANG- an angry Professor McGonagall walked into the common room. Harry grimaced at the sight. All the students eyes were on her.
"I have an announcement to make." she said bitterly.
"Due to the fact that Mr. Potter has other things on his mind," she glared at him .
"The seeker position on the quidditch team in now open. Tryouts will be tomorrow after lunch." she said resentfully. With that said and done, murmurs of confusion and anger popped up all directed towards Harry. Harry sighed and went to his room.
Poor Harry Ginny thought. She frowned and went to his room. She knocked on the door.
"Harry, it's me. Can I come in?" she asked. Harry opened the door and went to go sit on his bed. Ginny followed suit, closing the door behind her. She bit her lower lip. She was always nervous around Harry. Of course, she wasn't infatuated with him anymore just had a little girl crush.
"Are you ok?" she asked him. He nodded and put his head in his hands. "Oh Harry, im sorry. I don't really know what your going through but I'm always here if you want to talk." she said. She wrapped her arms around him. He took his head out of his hands and looked at her. Her chocolate brown eyes were filled with sympathy. His eyes traveled further down her body looking her over. Ginny drew back feeling a little uneasy. Harry leaned forward to the point where he was uncomfortably close.
"H-Harry.." she stuttered.
"You're a very pretty girl." Harry said. Ginny looked around the room, looking for an escape. This should have made her bubbly inside, it should have made her heart race, but it only scared her more.
"Don be scared, Ginny. I know you've been dreaming of this for years." He slurred. They sympathy in Ginny's eyes had turned to fear.
"N-No, harry. Please let me go." she said. She tried to get up but Harry grabbed her wrist and tugged her closer to him. His eyes gleamed in a way she had never seen before. His mouth crashed brutally onto hers, punishing it. Ginny froze under his ministration before pushing herself away, only to be dragged back. As she opened her mouth th cry out Harry whispered to her.
"Shut up or I'll kill you." With that said, he kissed her again, this time with more anger. Her hand flew up as her nails scratched his face,
"You stupid whore..." he grumbled, pulling out his wand. Ginny ran for the door, but the spell caught her before she reached it.
"Petrificus Totalus." Ginny froze in a magic induced paralysis, her brown eyes pleading out in terror. Harry went to her immobile body, removing her skirt and underwear she hade under her robes, before pulling the robes up over her chest.
"Yes, Ginny, a very pretty girl." he unzipped his fly and rammed himself into her. When finally he was done he undid his previous spell.
"Remember Ginny," he said, "This is our secret. You wouldn't like Ron to know what you did, right?" he coaxed. Ginny nodded as she put her clothing back on. She had stopped crying now. She left his room and ran away. She didn't know where she was running she was just running away from that place. When she couldn't run any longer she stopped and looked around. She had ran outside to the Quidditch Pitch. She hid behind the stands checking to see if anyone was there. She didn't see anyone until she saw a gleam of white in the moonlight.
"Bloody hell." she muttered, biting her lip to keep her from crying. She peeked around the corner again. She caught a glimpse of the figure flying through the sky. She watched as the figure glided through twists and turns it was making. The figure started to lower itself to the ground, and Ginny saw the figures face. His blonde hair seemed almost white in the moonlight. His facial feature were stern, concentrating on flying. His grey, steely orbs were full of concentration and pain. He was gorgeous. She was in awe. The figure let out a smirk as he landed on his feet. Ginny gasped as she saw a better view of the figure.
"Malfoy..." she whispered. He looked around, looking for who called his name. Ginny silently squeaked and ran back into the castle and into her room. She sighed as she fell onto her bed. She thought about everything that had happened tonight and she started to cry. That night, the only sound in the girls room was the cries of the youngest Weasley child and hope for the future.
Haha yes cheesy. I know. Im hoping to finish this story by the end of the week. Its just a matter of me typing it up. Well hoped you enjoyed. Sorry it was so short!