Desclaimers: Nothing belongs to me. Not even myself belongs to me. It's all to J.K Rowling, the real reason for Fred's death.
A/N: Hey people. I guess you never ever have seen me here, have you? That's because I'm not English writer. Yeap, I'm Brazilian and yeap, I write all my stuff in Portuguese. But lately, I run off of good fanfics in Portuguese to read so I came to read the ones in English, since it's the only language that I can read, write and speak properly. Probably you'll find some mistakes and I'll be thrilled if someone wants to beta them! :D
Well, let me explain some things: this fic happens somewhere in Ginny's 5th year, so, obviously, Draco's 6th. You all can disconsider Draco's task. Although not entirely the book six because Dumbledore will die. I won't describe what will happens, just that he dies.
Oh! And Harry and Ginny have broken up.
Everything explained. Then, let's read it, shall we?
Disease
Prologue
She was walking down the empty corridor. She has to find it. She has to find it before anyone else. She has to find and hope that nobody has seen it. She has to find her sketchbook. She was quite sure she had left it on the unused Charms classroom. She has to make it there quietly before someone finds it. Or find her.
She started walk faster, until she's running to the classroom, her flaming hair like a fire crown around her head, the noise of her steps so light that seems she wasn't even touching the ground.
Then she reaches it. The door's very much closed but she heard some noise. Someone growl and there's a tiny little moan that she is sure belongs to a girl. She tries to turn the doorknob, but it's closed, magically. With a little flick of her wand, it's open without a sound. She peered inside to see the dimly light from the window, the moon high in the sky, the room pretty much dark. There's an air of sensuality that involves the room and she looks around, trying to find the source of the noises.
There it was, she was abso-fucking-lutely sure that were a girl, a Gryffindor girl because of her tie being illuminated by the moon. Apparently that girl was a brunette and the boy…
She takes her hand to her lips, pressing it there to suppress the urge to scream.
Nothing could've prepared Ginevra Weasley for what she saw.
A/N: So people, I hope you all like this and well, review me! I'll only update this if there's a review. Ya know, tell me what you think!
xoxo,
-S