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Summary: Set after Order of the Phoenix, a Draco/Ginny fanfiction, but hopefully with a story in there too. Please review and I will try to write the next chapter soon. If you have any suggestions they would be welcome.
Is there anyone there?
"Harry, you cannot be serious!" Ron groaned across the room full with the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Harry had just announced that they would be having a practice at 6 00 the next morning.
"Ron, tommorow's is THE most important match of the season, how many times do I have to tell you. Its only for half an hour, and we're just going to have one last practice at the Hassler arrangement, before Slytherin have theirs. It's our biggest attack plan yet."
"Harry, we've been over that thousands of times already. I get it." Tamara said in vain. There were mumbles of agreement.
"I know, but I've decided. See you all at six tomorrow. And Good Luck." Everyone began shuffling out of the changing room to go to supper.
Later that day
Ginny waved Hermione out of the library, "I'll be along in a moment, I'm just going to finish researching sleeping enchantments for my charms homework."
It was ten thirty in the evening, and Ginny's eyes were getting tired from hours staring at textbooks. Hermione had practically forced her in there, with the knowledge that she had her OWL's in just 6 weeks time, and really ought to start revising. That was one of the payments for being one of Hermione's best friends. She knew she ought to have had an early night before the Gryffindor-Slytherin match tomorrow, but somehow never quite got round to it.
"Everyone out of the Library and back to your dormitories, its bedtime," came Mrs Pince's magnified voice from somewhere above her head. There was a general rustling as the dedicated few who remained packed away their things.
She sighed as she scanned the shelves for Enchantments of the Mind. It must be here somewhere, she thought irritatedly. She glanced upwards, there it was, right on the top shelf, just above her reach. Typical. She bent her legs and jumped a few inches off the ground, just far enough to grab the book off the shelf. She landed with a gentle thud which echoed around the empty room.
People left fast, she thought briefly, and quickly piled all her things into her bookbag and hurried out of the library before Mrs. Pince came around.
She walked wearily down the corridors to Gryffindor tower. It must be later than I thought. She looked around the lit, but empty corridors and continued at a speeded up pace. She got to the Gryffindor tower to find the Fat Lady nowhere in sight. Great, now I'm stuck out here. She tried peering around the paintings along the walls to find them all empty. That's odd. Dismissing it as being some kind of portrait gathering tonight, she resorted to rapping firmly on the Common Room painting, hoping that at least if no-one heard her, the Fat Lady would come back in a temper.
Nothing happened, she tried knocking louder, only to find that the painting moved slightly to the side as her hand brushed it. She pushed it fully open. The portrait was unlocked. Beginning to feel the threads of worry settle in her stomach she warily climbed inside.
There was no-one there. At this time of night there were usually a few people still around, dozing by the fire or frantically finishing their prep.
She ran to the girls staircase and up to her dormitory. Deserted.
"Hello?" She called. "Elizabeth?" There was no answer.
She ran back into the common room and opened the door to the boys staircase.
"Is there anyone there?" She shouted. She heard an empty echoing against the stone. She racked her brain to see if there was some meeting or some school event she had forgotten.
Finally deciding to go back out and look in the great hall, she climbed back out of the portrait hole and headed downstairs to the Great Hall and looked inside.
The place was completely deserted.
Panic spread across her in a wave. Where had everyone gone? She was sure tonight was just a normal school night. There was something terribly wrong. She went to a window and looked outside across the Quidditch pitches, but it was all dark.
She could feel her heart beating at an accelerated rate and even hear her shallow breath in the silence that echoed throughout the castle hallways. Desperate to fill it she yelled out.
"Can anybody hear me? Hello?" But of course there was no answer. She turned, now in a blind panic, when hands roughly grabbed her and pulled her into the shadow behind a coat of arms.
She tried to scream but one hand was covering her mouth, the other clamped tightly around her waist. She could feel someone's hard, muscled chest on her back.
"Shut up Weasley, there's people coming. And trust me, you don't want them to see you." A voice drawled softly in her ear, and did nothing to ease her terror. Draco Malfoy was the last person she had wanted to come across.
A/N I know its short, and the story hasn't quite started yet, but review anyway. I do intend to finish it, as I have it planned out in my head, but it might take a while.