Hello!
Well I guess you could say that this is my very first 'thought out' fan fiction I have ever written. The others were just for a bit of fun and eventually they didn't have much supporting them. This one however I know what I am doing, and I can tell you that I am amazed I even came up with the idea (I don't know if someone else has written one like it but this is the first time I have come across the idea). I guess this isn't you average Draco/Ginny story, it has a bit of depth to it…..unlike a lot of what I wrote. I realize now that to write a story, it has to be well thought out before you start writing it. I would really appreciate it if you do read my story, please comment on it, whether it is good or bad, because I would benefit from them. I would then know if it was what people liked, or if people didn't like it I could change it a little to suit more people's tastes.
I don't want to give too much of it away, but if you read the first few chapters I am sure you will like the idea. The first chapter is short but the others wont be that short, they should be much longer.
Chapter One
Darkness had fallen silently.
Someone moved quickly, their feet crunching on the snow. The swishing of a coat was easily heard, but still no one stirred from his or her sleep. The small little town was in a deep slumber.
The steps started to become more random, out of time, like the sound someone makes if they are playing hopscotch. Shuffling and kicking of the ground became more distinct and so was a soft murmur. Although you could hear a sound coming from a mouth, you could not make out if it was words, a hum or a growl. It all seemed to mix into one to create a spine chilling sound.
Then suddenly a sound came which made people stir, yet not enough to wake him or her out for their deep sleep. The sound came again, and still it not woke the people. It sounded as if someone was slapping himself or herself.
The noises seemed to rise dramatically. Soon the steps became heavy and seemed to grind their way into the snow all the way down to the brick on the streets. The murmur started to become louder, it was becoming urgent. The slapping was becoming more violent.
This figure covered from head to toe to protect itself from the chill of the night started to tap things while moving. The tapping became much louder, and started to make its way up to people's windows and doors.
Then it stopped. All sounds. All movements. Everything had stopped. There was a pause at a red door.
'WHAM!' something collided with the red door.
Ginny's eyes opened with a start.
'WHAM!' it collided again with the door.
Ginny sat up, her blood red hair in her brown eyes blocking her vision.
'WHAM!' it collided with her front lounge room window.
She grabbed for her black rectangle framed glasses, fumbling to put them on.
'WHAM!' another collision with the front door.
Ginny races out of bed to her dresser. Franticly she searches for her wand. Nil wand.
"WHAM!' another collision, but this time with her window.
She grabs the next best thing, her bedside table lamp.
'WHAM!' another collision with her window. The sounds start to return. The murmur, now a scream. The slapping, now a beating. The steps, now a kicking.
Ginny walked cautiously out into her hallway in her extra extra large blue football shirt. Her small toes, painted red, tip toed slowly to the front door.
'WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!'
Ginny wished she had taken more care in placing her wand where she would know where to find it. Typical Ginny behavior.
She put her eye to the peephole in the door. Her eye searched her front porch not seeing anything. A horrible thought crossed her mind. What if the figure had gone around the back? Did she remember to lock the back door?
Her thoughts were interrupted when the figure crashed through the front door screaming. Ginny was thrown back onto the ground and tripped over fluffy slippers. The lamp rolled out of her hand down the hall. A biting chill gushed down the hallway and Ginny felt as though she could have frozen in that very spot.
Thrown into panic she crawled down the hall with the figure clawing after her. Her hands grasped the base of the lamp and she turned around. She stood up shaking and with all her might she clobbered the figure on the head.
Like watching a slow motion picture, the figure first stopped clawing at Ginny then it lost its balance and fell to the ground with a loud thump.
Ginny just stood there, with beads of sweat dangling from the tip of her nose, or was it tears? She was shaking all over wondering if she had seriously hurt the person. She let the lamp drop from her hand onto the floor with a bang. She stared at the knocked out figure, her breath fast and shaky.
She quickly ran to her front door and slammed it shut, praying no one had seen anything. She lent against the door and licked her lips and brought her hand up to her temple. What was she to do? She looked at the figure and thought.
After a while she put her hands under the intruder's armpits and dragged the limp body into the living room. She shut the curtains quickly first making sure no one else was in the street wondering around.
She turned around and she noticed that while dragging the intruders bodying to the lounge room, the cloaks' hood had become loose around the face. She moved in closer to get a better look. She crept onto her knees and brushed the remaining piece of hood of the intruder's face.
She gasped. She stumbled to the fireplace, reached for a good handful of blue powder in a black box. She murmured something and threw the powder into the bare fireplace. The fireplace exploded into flames.
"Ron? Ron!" Ginny said to the blue flames. She looked at the figure and shivered. There was no reply. She was becoming extremely uneasy.
"For goodness sake where are you!" she said rubbing her arms and standing with one foot on top of the other trying to keep warm.
"Gin?" A wide awake red head guy rolled out of bed and crawled to his fireplace.
"Ron, I need you to come immediately I have-" she was cut off because the figure had started to stir. She grabbed a china vase off the coffee table and smashed it over the person's head. The body fell limp.
"Gin?! What's happening?" Ron yelled as he put his head closer to the flames to try and see what Ginny was doing.
Ginny sped to the fireplace and said anxiously, "Please Ron, come here immediately. I need Harry and Hermione as well."
Ginny watched Ron through flames as he crawled across his room making no effort to be fast and threw a coat around himself. As he was doing that he murmured, "Talk about picking the wrong time."
"I'll say," another body popped up in the flames. A woman strutted across the room wearing barely anything, picking up her belonging and putting them on huffing and puffing.
Ginny just rolled her eyes.
Then Ron stopped, looked at the woman and then looked into the flames and said, "Gin, is it really that important? Can't it wait till morning?"
"Oh sure, it can wait till morning," she said delicatly, then she screamed"it is just that I have Pansy lying on my fricken floor!"
Ron's mouth dropped, "What?"
Well what did you think? Probably not much. He He He! Well tell me what you think so far anyway!
P.S. If there is any incorrect spelling, I beg your forgiveness.
