A:N/ Okay here it goes, I am going to stick with this story. I really enjoy the story-line I've thought out for it and hope you all do too. Also, I won't be posting in the month of November because of NanoWrimo (NationalNovelWritingMonth, I suggest all of you check it out it's great.)Hope you enjoy, here's the first chapter. Please forgive any grammatical errors, I try my best.
Disclaimer: I have no claim over the work of J.K Rowling. She is brilliant I am not her. I am making no money.
Ginny walked silently through the corridor, watching the moonlight glide across her pale skin as she walked passed the tall windows. She was restless and infuriatingly awake. Not that I shouldn't be used to it by now, She thought bitterly. She sighed hanging a left and walked down the short set of steps that led to the kitchens only to see the painting slowly closing behind someone.
After a moment of hesitation she walked over and tickled the pear, her brow wrinkled in curiosity. When the door swung open it was to the familiar smell of the earlier welcoming feast, and the unfamiliar noise of singing.
Someone was singing, a female someone is she wasn't mistaken. She stifled a giggled at the imagine of Hagrid singing in a high mezzo-soprano. No, she thought, it is definitely a female. Rounding the corner into the massive kitchens her eyes took in an odd sight. There before her was Pansy Parkinson sitting in a over sized arm chair, gazing into the fire singing.
Ginny clamped her mouth on the gasp that threatened to escape. Quietly she shifted closer, slowing her breathing and listening to the soft sound of the older girls voice,
"I know dark clouds will hover o'er me,
I know my pathway is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more will weep.
I'm going home to see my father,
I'm going home no more will roam.
I am just going o'er Jordan
I am just going o'er home..."
Ginny eyes nearly drifted closed at the sound of it. The melody was rich, and lonesome, and filled her with longing and peace at the same time. "Shouldn't you be tucked away in your tower?" Ginny's eyes snapped up to find Pansy still looking into the fire, one hand now curled around a mug.
Ginny grasped for something to say but couldn't think of anything that seemed to fit in the surreal situation. Looking at Pansy now, it felt like she had intruded on something deeply intimate, and personal.
"Cat got your tongue little Weaslette?" Pansy looked at her now, one perfect dark eyebrow arched.
"No," Ginny winced at the her articulate answer,"I came down here for water." It was a feeble lie. Nightmares, that was the reason for her after hours stroll.
"Water?" Pansy said skeptically, "You Gryffindor's always have been rotten liars." She regarded Ginny for a moment more, then let out a cool bark of laughter, "Oh my! Is the little Weaslette meeting a date?" Pansy smirked at her. Ginny's mouth dropped open. "I most certainly am not! Not all of us sneak around for..." She searched for a word, "Unsavory behavior in the middle of the night Parkinson!" Ginny fumed even more as Pansy's smirk grew wider,
"Unsavory? Potter wasn't all you thought him to be huh? Well, Perhaps it's time to trade him in for someone new. Especially if you would categorize it as anywhere near unsavory." Pansy laughed again.
Ginny clenched her fists and said through gritted teeth, "You know what I mean Parkinson. Besides Harry is a fine kisser!" Ginny drew herself up to her full height and stomped past Pansy, completely missing her narrow eyed glare.
The fact of the matter was she had no idea if Harry was a good kisser. Considering that aside from a quick peck once or twice, they'd never actually kissed. After a long talk and much relief for both parties they decided it was best to remain as close friends.
Glancing around for a house elf she found none, there was nothing that hinted at them either, but for a small kettle on the stove simmering lightly. Her highness must have sent them away. Ginny thought as she poured out the contents into her mug and sniffed it lightly, she drew back quickly her eyes watering at the strong smell of alcohol. She felt Pansy's eyes on her back as she stepped away from the kettle. "Not to your liking then?" Ginny shot Pansy a glare over her shoulder as she dumped the liquid in the sink, Pansy only smirked. "Where are the house elves?" Ginny asked angrily.
"I thought you Gryffindor types didn't like the idea of house elves?" Pansy said. Ginny smiled at the thought of Hermione and S.P.E.W.
"Do Slytherin's ever actually answer a question?" Ginny asked, exasperated.
"Depends on who is doing the asking Weasel." Pansy said looking back at the fire.
Ginny looked over, surprised at the weary sound in the older girl's voice, and noticed for the first time that she looked not only tired, but also incredibly pale. Ginny sipped down the pumpkin juice she had managed to find and thought about what Pansy said, wondering just who Pansy was answering questions from. She passed the chair Pansy sat on and had almost reached the door before Pansy spoke, "Remember Weasley, this isn't the safest time to be walking around the castle at night." Ginny stood for a second longer before turning and walking out the door.
Ginny sat at the Gryffindor table the next afternoon poking absentmindedly at her lunch and going over Pansy's last statement in her head. It wasn't a threat, of that much she was sure, the tone of Pansy's voice was cryptic but not threatening. She glanced across the Great Hall to where Pansy sat between Draco Malfoy, and a tall dark haired boy who's name Ginny didn't know. Pansy was chatting with the two as if she hadn't a care in the world. Looking so neat and rested that Ginny would've almost thought it was a dream that she saw her in the kitchens, well past three AM.
"Ginny!" She jerked up at the sound of her name and saw Harry looking at her.
"What?" Ginny kept her eyes on the Slytherin table. Harry sighed at her obvious lack of attention, "It's time for practice."
Ginny walked next to Harry to the pitch. Harry was mid-sentence but broke of when Ginny started yawning, "Am I boring you?" Ginny smiled, "Not at all...Just a long night." Harry looked at her in concern and lowered his voice, "Nightmares still?" Ginny nodded and he put an arm around her shoulders. "I feel ridiculous, but I always seem to get them at the start of school."
She had started talking to Harry about her nightmares when she stumbled on him in the Gryffindor common room around four AM after she herself woke from a rather life-like dream. As it turned out she wasn't the only one struggling with nighttime terrors. Ginny had laughingly said they could start up there own club.
"Don't feel that way. Your dreams aren't like other peoples Ginny. No one would think less of you because you're having nightmares." Ginny grinned up at Harry and leaned her head into his shoulder. He always knew what to say when it came to nightmares. If only he would listen to her when she said the same things. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go be all captain-y." Ginny laughed as he walked away from her in a mock strut, looking for all the world like one of the many chickens that ran around the Burrow. Harry made captain last year, the same year Ginny made chaser. Some of the boys who didn't make the team tried to claim that was why she was made chaser, until they saw her play.
Growing up with six older brothers wasn't without it's advantages after all. Ginny jogged over to the locker rooms to get changed, and joined the rest of the team out on the pitch.
Pansy sat in Draco's dorm room with a cup of the most vile liquid she had ever tasted in her hand. Draco laid sprawled out on his bed reading while she glared at her 'drink'. "Glaring at it isn't going to make it go away." Draco said not looking up from his book. Pansy sighed and set the glass on his desk, "I know that." She snapped. He only smirked at the pages of his book.
She went to lift the glass again but the door to Draco's Head Boy dorm swung open to admit a cheerful looking Blaise Zabini. He walked over, took a long whiff of the bottle of clear liquid next to Pansy's cup and wiggled his eyebrows. "What are we drinking, anything good?" Blaise asked. "No." Pansy said bitterly. "Oh." Blaise said, a looked of understanding dawned on his face and he put the bottle down rather hastily. "Where have you been?" Draco asked. "With a lovely girl, who's mahogany locks will haunt my dreams forever." He smiled, leaning against the desk.
"Or at least until he finds the next girl." Pansy said.
"I resent that!"
"Oh really," Draco looked at Blaise tossing his book on the bed, "And what is this dark headed temptresses name?" He asked.
"Bethany? Brenda? B something I'm sure of it." Draco shook his head at his friends reply.
"Like you're any better." Pansy said accusingly.
"At least I have the decency to learn their names."
"But it never keeps you from calling out mine." Pansy said with a wicked smile, promptly ducking the pillow aimed at her head.
"The day I call out your name is the day I snog Potter." Draco said feigning disgust at Pansy's remark. "I'll call out your name Pans." Blaise supplied leaning towards her. "Keep it to yourself Zabini," She said tossing back what was left of her drink.
Not long after, the three of them left headed to the library to do research for Snape. Lately he tended to give them even more extra work, Pansy wondered at his reasons knowing it couldn't be good. Pansy hefted her bag higher onto her shoulder and shifted her bitter thoughts away. She couldn't blame Snape, after all it was for her benefit.
They entered the library Draco, and Blaise heading straight for a table at the back while Pansy went to get one of her many familiar volumes off of the shelf. Slipping into the Restricted Section as she often has courtesy of Professor Snape she scanned the shelves for the silver and black leather of the old tome. When she got to the spot she put it last she raised an eyebrow. It was missing. Surely no one checked it out. Pansy scanned the shelves more thoroughly thinking perhaps Pince put it in a different place. The woman really does have an obsession. Her searched proved fruitless and she spun on her heel stalking towards the front desk.
"Madam Pince." Pansy cringed when she noticed that she caught the skinny backside of the old librarian as she was bent over a table examining one of her books.
" Ah, you.... What is it you want?" She asked clutching the previously examined book closer to her.
Pince never got over having to give the three of them free roam over her books. No matter how long it had been going on. Pansy smirked, "I'm looking for Unwilling Transfigures: The Romanian Solutions, It isn't where I left it." Pansy sneered, peering behind her in subtle search of her book.
"Well of course it isn't," Madam Pince grimaced nastily," has just checked it out." She gestured towards the library doors. Pansy turned to see Ginny Weasley exiting, Pansy's book clutched under one arm.
Pansy clinched her fists and tried to keep her face calm as she walked away from the desk. This isn't good.
A:N/ The other chapters will most likely be longer. Hope you liked it. Wish me luck on writting a 50,000 word novel in a month!