It was a hot summer day. The air seemed to dance with heat as the birds
chirped merrily in the distant forest. Butterflies fluttered lazily across
the immense school grounds as the sky sparkled with beauty. It was lost,
though, upon Ginny Weasley, who was up in astronomy tower, gazing up at the
hot sun. She was supposed to be studying something, but she wasn't sure
what. She sighed, and leaned against the windowsill, looking out at the
students lying about around the lake. Laying her head on her hand, she
wishfully watched as Ron, Harry and Hermione laughed together about some
unknown joke.
"I wish..." she began, but was interrupted as someone entered the room.
"I'm sorry to intrude, but are you done, Mrs. Weasley?" asked the stern teacher Professor McGonagal
"Yes, I'm sorry Professor," she mumbled, faulting under her gaze. She quickly gathered her things and left the room, running down the corridor and into the Gryffindor girl's 6th year dormitory. She put her books and quills away, her hand brushing against a small leather bound book. She paused and looked at it. Ever since she had the diary of Tom Riddle, she had been afraid to keep one since. Her mother had given her one, though, for her 16th birthday, and she didn't have the heart to throw it out. She sighed, and picked it up. Flipping open to the first page, she dipped her quill in ink, and scribbled the date, pausing, before she wrote down everything she was feeling.
Oct. 16
Hello. The last diary I had turned out to be evil, and it tried to kill me, so I'm trusting you. I'm putting all my faith into you. Today, while I was up in the Astronomy Tower, I saw Harry. Yes, he's the boy who lived. He's best friends with my brother. I sometimes wonder if he'll ever see me as more then just that, though. A sister to his best friend. Just someone to be nice to, ya know? I doubt it though. I wondered what it would be like, to be trusted like Harry trusts Hermione and Ron. Ever since I first saw Harry, I thought I fell in love. I sometimes sit up late at night, thinking of him. Wondering what it would be like to be loved by him, to be able to taste his lips...
Ginny stopped there, throwing her quill down.
"It's hopeless!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face.
"Nothing's hopeless," murmured a painting not too far away.
"Everything's hopeless," she whispered to herself, before curling up and crying. She did this often, each time feeling more and more depressed.
* * *
Meanwhile, in the dungeons, Draco Malfoy was moping in a corner.
"Why?!" he whispered to himself, slamming his fists against the walls. "Of all the people! Why did it have to be her I had to fall for?!"
"Who Dracy poo?" called a soft voice not far off.
"How many times?!" yelled Draco. "How many times must I tell you, DO NOT call me that Pansy!"
"But Dracy..!" she began, but Draco once again cut her off.
"Stop it!" he growled, standing up to leave.
"What wrong, can't handle the pressure?" came the voice of Blaise Zabini.
Draco stopped long enough to glare at her before he stomped off.
"He's not in a good mood, is it?" she commented with a smirk.
Draco had no idea where he was headed, he just knew he needed to get out of the Slytherin dungeons. He was just furious at Pansy. How dare she defy a Malfoy?!
* * *
"I got it, I got it!" come a voice. It was Oliver Wood, Gryffindor's Quidditch Captain. He came racing towards Draco, unaware of the other boy, trying to catch the Quaffal. Before Draco could move, Wood smashed right into him. Infuriated, Draco grabbed his wand and began hexing him. Oliver let out a yelp of surprise before he took his wand out and, too, began hexing the other boy. Soon both wands were forgotten as they began to physically fight. Oliver punched him in the side of the head, Draco retaliating quickly by trying to punch Oliver in the middle of his face. Suddenly something grabbed Draco's hand, stopping his hand from making contact, and was rudely shoved to the ground. He quickly got up to see it was Professor McGonagal. He silently wondered how she could possibly have the strength to push him to the ground before she began talking.
"Ten points from Slytherin and Gryffindor, detention for both of you!" she yelled in an angry voice. "The nerve of you two, to fight on school grounds!"
Once she was gone, Draco scowled at Oliver.
"Well thanks a lot Wood."
"What?! How can you blame this on me?!"
Draco was shaking with anger. He stomped off before she could do anything he would regret later.
* * *
"I wish..." she began, but was interrupted as someone entered the room.
"I'm sorry to intrude, but are you done, Mrs. Weasley?" asked the stern teacher Professor McGonagal
"Yes, I'm sorry Professor," she mumbled, faulting under her gaze. She quickly gathered her things and left the room, running down the corridor and into the Gryffindor girl's 6th year dormitory. She put her books and quills away, her hand brushing against a small leather bound book. She paused and looked at it. Ever since she had the diary of Tom Riddle, she had been afraid to keep one since. Her mother had given her one, though, for her 16th birthday, and she didn't have the heart to throw it out. She sighed, and picked it up. Flipping open to the first page, she dipped her quill in ink, and scribbled the date, pausing, before she wrote down everything she was feeling.
Oct. 16
Hello. The last diary I had turned out to be evil, and it tried to kill me, so I'm trusting you. I'm putting all my faith into you. Today, while I was up in the Astronomy Tower, I saw Harry. Yes, he's the boy who lived. He's best friends with my brother. I sometimes wonder if he'll ever see me as more then just that, though. A sister to his best friend. Just someone to be nice to, ya know? I doubt it though. I wondered what it would be like, to be trusted like Harry trusts Hermione and Ron. Ever since I first saw Harry, I thought I fell in love. I sometimes sit up late at night, thinking of him. Wondering what it would be like to be loved by him, to be able to taste his lips...
Ginny stopped there, throwing her quill down.
"It's hopeless!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face.
"Nothing's hopeless," murmured a painting not too far away.
"Everything's hopeless," she whispered to herself, before curling up and crying. She did this often, each time feeling more and more depressed.
* * *
Meanwhile, in the dungeons, Draco Malfoy was moping in a corner.
"Why?!" he whispered to himself, slamming his fists against the walls. "Of all the people! Why did it have to be her I had to fall for?!"
"Who Dracy poo?" called a soft voice not far off.
"How many times?!" yelled Draco. "How many times must I tell you, DO NOT call me that Pansy!"
"But Dracy..!" she began, but Draco once again cut her off.
"Stop it!" he growled, standing up to leave.
"What wrong, can't handle the pressure?" came the voice of Blaise Zabini.
Draco stopped long enough to glare at her before he stomped off.
"He's not in a good mood, is it?" she commented with a smirk.
Draco had no idea where he was headed, he just knew he needed to get out of the Slytherin dungeons. He was just furious at Pansy. How dare she defy a Malfoy?!
* * *
"I got it, I got it!" come a voice. It was Oliver Wood, Gryffindor's Quidditch Captain. He came racing towards Draco, unaware of the other boy, trying to catch the Quaffal. Before Draco could move, Wood smashed right into him. Infuriated, Draco grabbed his wand and began hexing him. Oliver let out a yelp of surprise before he took his wand out and, too, began hexing the other boy. Soon both wands were forgotten as they began to physically fight. Oliver punched him in the side of the head, Draco retaliating quickly by trying to punch Oliver in the middle of his face. Suddenly something grabbed Draco's hand, stopping his hand from making contact, and was rudely shoved to the ground. He quickly got up to see it was Professor McGonagal. He silently wondered how she could possibly have the strength to push him to the ground before she began talking.
"Ten points from Slytherin and Gryffindor, detention for both of you!" she yelled in an angry voice. "The nerve of you two, to fight on school grounds!"
Once she was gone, Draco scowled at Oliver.
"Well thanks a lot Wood."
"What?! How can you blame this on me?!"
Draco was shaking with anger. He stomped off before she could do anything he would regret later.
* * *