Ginny wandered the hallways aimlessly in her nighters, tiptoeing and on high alert for any sudden movement in the silent, dark castle.
Just as she was about to turn into another hallway, someone crashed into her.
"Ahh!" Ginny whisper-yelled, clutching the person's shirt tightly.
"Watch where you're going," Draco Malfoy sneered, stepping back.
"You! What are you doing out here so late?" Ginny blushed, whether from the embarrassment of getting caught or the realization she was still clutching Malfoy's cloak, she didn't know. She let go of him.
"Shh. Do you want to get caught?" Malfoy sneered, putting his hand on her mouth roughly.
Running footsteps echoed across the hall, and Ginny and Draco, recognizing Filch's weird way of running, met each other's eyes for a brief second before running as quietly as they could to the nearest sculpture, pressing quietly behind it.
With their faces pressed against each other, and his breath on her cheek, it was hard for Ginny to get her fast breathing under control.
The running footsteps got closer and closer, and seemed to stop for a second in the place where a second earlier, Ginny and Draco had been. Everything was quiet for a few long lasting seconds, until at last, Filch continued moving, muttering "bloody little monsters... I'll show them…. A whip…."