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J.K. Rowling.
Alright..I used to be under another name, just so you know I'm not stealing work. Lame story, I know..I'm getting there. Review if you like, and if you don't like, please press the small box in the upper right hand corner. It has an 'x' in it. Thanks.
Night was slowing creeping its ebony vines up the castle. The chill could be felt in the air, and one of the students in the massive burgundy and gold common room prodded the fire gently with their wand. When they stepped back, a roaring fire was left in the grate. Ginny stared into the fire appreciatively and curled up into the cushy armchair. She sat there pondering nothing at all for a long time, and when she finally focused on the present, she noticed that everyone had left for the comfort of their four poster beds. Ginny glanced out at the night sky and looked with awe upon the millions of stars glittering like a thousand diamonds tossed into a black sachet. She quietly opened the glass doors and stepped out onto the balcony. She sat down and tilted her head up to marvel in the beauty of the night. The moon cast eerie beams onto her face and caught the intensity of her fiery mane. Her porcelain skin glistened as she stood up to lean against the balcony. She surveyed the grounds, which were all bathed in the same silver wash that she was. She wanted to go outside and walk through the thin layer of trees that surrounded the castle. She stepped back inside and chided herself for being foolish. She couldn't just go frolicking outside at this late hour. She went up to her bed and slid into the cool sheets. She tried to coax herself into sleeping, but all that happened as a result was her being more awake than she had been before she crawled into bed. So, she pulled herself out of bed, tied her thin silk robe around her waist and headed back down to the common room. She slipped out of the common room explaining to the Fat Lady that she was deathly hungry and needed to eat. The Fat Lady smiled and let her pass without further interrogation. She walked down the stone corridors until she reached a portrait that would take her directly to the dungeons where the kitchen was. She walked quietly down the hall and remembered that she wasn't even hungry. She laughed at herself and turned around to walk back up to her dormitory, this time, taking the scenic route.
Draco watched the sky fade to a dusty black through the window in his dormitory. He was bored. It was Friday night and everyone else was cheerily celebrating the end of yet another week, but Draco wasn't feeling particularly social. He sat on his bed reading late into the night, even when everyone else had retired to the warmth of their beds. He was very awake, and doubted that he would be able to get to sleep for a while. So, he pulled on his navy blue velvet robe and strode out of the common room. He was walking along the corridors of the dungeons, when he heard the patter of feet against the stone floors. He hid in an alcove in the wall to try to find out who it was. The last thing he wanted to do was to get into trouble with a prefect for being out of bed at this hour. He saw someone far off, and his breath caught in his lungs. Had he been a religious person, he would have said that there was an angel standing not twenty feet away from him. The silvery moonlight crept in and bathed the girl's features in a glistening bath. A beam caught in her hair, and it looked as though it was on fire. Red curls fell down her back onto her white silken robe, making them stand out more vividly. He heard her laugh to herself and watched her as she turned around to come back the way she had come from. He felt propelled to follow her, so he quietly stepped out of the alcove and made his way down the corridor after her.
Ginny was cold and scolded herself for not wearing her heavier robe. She walked with an even pace: up, out of the dungeons, and towards the Entrance Hall. She was just about to set her foot upon the stairs leading to the rest of the upper levels of the castle, when she heard footsteps. She looked around quickly and found a small closet to hide in. Not wanting to be caught out so late by a teacher or a prefect, she walked in, shut the door tightly behind her, and waited for a few minutes. When she didn't hear the footsteps anymore, she opened the door cautiously and stepped back out into the moon washed hall. She headed for the steps and was at the first floor when she heard the noise again. She moved into the shadows and waited for whoever it was to pass her. Just when she thought nothing was coming, she saw a figure moving in the shadowy staircase. She held her breath and waited as the figure came closer and closer. To her great surprise, the person passed her by. To her even greater surprise, she saw that it was Draco Malfoy, lifelong enemy of her family. He seemed to be searching for something, but it was evident that he couldn't find it, as he swore softly under his breath and sat down on one of the grand windowsills that decked the staircase. Silvery beams poured in on him, making his hair glisten silver and his skin radiate them like a mirror. Ginny was entranced with the person before her. He seemed like an angel lifting his head to the heavens in sadness. Ginny knew about all the years of tension between the Weasley and the Malfoy families, but that alone could not stop her from feeling sad for Draco right now. She wanted to make all of his sorrows disappear, but she knew that she couldn't just barge out of her hiding spot to go to someone who openly despised her family. She watched him for a while and decided to continue on her path to the Gryffindor common room. She stepped out of the shadows and began walking. Someone ran up behind her and touched her arm. She turned around to meet Draco's searching eyes.
"Weasley! W-what are you doing here?" he stammered, visibly surprised.
"I was just walking back to my dormitory. What are you doing here?" she returned.
"Nothing, I was just walking around."
"You were following me.'' She said in a curious tone. "Why?"
"I was not following you, Weasley. What reason would I have to follow you?"
"I was about to ask you the same question, Malfoy." she shot back. With that, he let go of her arm, which he had been holding onto the entire time. He stalked off without further questions, and she saw him disappear into the dungeons, his robe billowing out behind him. She walked slowly back to her common room, and after telling the Fat Lady that she had gotten lost, therefore explaining her delay, she slipped upstairs and under her covers and was met with a soothing sleep.
Draco had just come out of the dungeons, following his mysterious prey, when he saw her falter at the base of the grand staircase. He stopped and watched her walk into a closet. She must have heard his footfalls. He swore to himself and stayed until he saw her emerge from her hiding place and begin to walk up the stairs again. He followed her distantly but knew that she had heard him again because she turned her glorious head in his direction, sending her flaming hair coursing over her shoulder. He stepped to the side quickly and watched her disappear around the corner. Angrily, he swore to himself again and sat himself on a grand windowsill that decorated the staircase. He sat there for a while; basking in the silvery light that was flooding the stairs all around him. He looked up when he saw his angel moving out of a hiding spot where she must have been. He couldn't take it. He had to know who this temptress was. He pulled himself to his feet, put a silencing charm on himself, so as not to scare her off again, and whisked up the stairs after her retreating footsteps. He came up behind her and touched her arm to get her attention. She whirled around, her hair once again cascading down her back. He looked into her eyes and realized that it was Ginny Weasley.
"Weasley! W-what are you doing here?" he stammered, trying to hide his surprise.
"I was just walking back to my dormitory. What are you doing here?" she questioned.
"Nothing, I was just walking around."
"You were following me.'' She demanded. "Why?"
"I was not following you, Weasley. What reason would I have to follow you?"
"I was about to ask you the same question, Malfoy." Came her reply. Seeing that arguing was getting him nowhere, he turned around and walked quickly in the direction of the dungeons. He stopped only when he had reached his dormitory. Panting, he fell into his bed. How could he have thought that Ginny Weasley was an angel? He was disgusted by himself but figured that she was none the wiser as to what he thought. He drifted into a fitful sleep, having dreams that he was chasing someone down a long corridor. There were dozens of doors, and she kept running through them just to come out of a totally different one. He tried to keep up with her, but a voice in his head was saying that he would never find her. He woke the next morning very tired, like he had been running all night.
Alright..I used to be under another name, just so you know I'm not stealing work. Lame story, I know..I'm getting there. Review if you like, and if you don't like, please press the small box in the upper right hand corner. It has an 'x' in it. Thanks.
Night was slowing creeping its ebony vines up the castle. The chill could be felt in the air, and one of the students in the massive burgundy and gold common room prodded the fire gently with their wand. When they stepped back, a roaring fire was left in the grate. Ginny stared into the fire appreciatively and curled up into the cushy armchair. She sat there pondering nothing at all for a long time, and when she finally focused on the present, she noticed that everyone had left for the comfort of their four poster beds. Ginny glanced out at the night sky and looked with awe upon the millions of stars glittering like a thousand diamonds tossed into a black sachet. She quietly opened the glass doors and stepped out onto the balcony. She sat down and tilted her head up to marvel in the beauty of the night. The moon cast eerie beams onto her face and caught the intensity of her fiery mane. Her porcelain skin glistened as she stood up to lean against the balcony. She surveyed the grounds, which were all bathed in the same silver wash that she was. She wanted to go outside and walk through the thin layer of trees that surrounded the castle. She stepped back inside and chided herself for being foolish. She couldn't just go frolicking outside at this late hour. She went up to her bed and slid into the cool sheets. She tried to coax herself into sleeping, but all that happened as a result was her being more awake than she had been before she crawled into bed. So, she pulled herself out of bed, tied her thin silk robe around her waist and headed back down to the common room. She slipped out of the common room explaining to the Fat Lady that she was deathly hungry and needed to eat. The Fat Lady smiled and let her pass without further interrogation. She walked down the stone corridors until she reached a portrait that would take her directly to the dungeons where the kitchen was. She walked quietly down the hall and remembered that she wasn't even hungry. She laughed at herself and turned around to walk back up to her dormitory, this time, taking the scenic route.
Draco watched the sky fade to a dusty black through the window in his dormitory. He was bored. It was Friday night and everyone else was cheerily celebrating the end of yet another week, but Draco wasn't feeling particularly social. He sat on his bed reading late into the night, even when everyone else had retired to the warmth of their beds. He was very awake, and doubted that he would be able to get to sleep for a while. So, he pulled on his navy blue velvet robe and strode out of the common room. He was walking along the corridors of the dungeons, when he heard the patter of feet against the stone floors. He hid in an alcove in the wall to try to find out who it was. The last thing he wanted to do was to get into trouble with a prefect for being out of bed at this hour. He saw someone far off, and his breath caught in his lungs. Had he been a religious person, he would have said that there was an angel standing not twenty feet away from him. The silvery moonlight crept in and bathed the girl's features in a glistening bath. A beam caught in her hair, and it looked as though it was on fire. Red curls fell down her back onto her white silken robe, making them stand out more vividly. He heard her laugh to herself and watched her as she turned around to come back the way she had come from. He felt propelled to follow her, so he quietly stepped out of the alcove and made his way down the corridor after her.
Ginny was cold and scolded herself for not wearing her heavier robe. She walked with an even pace: up, out of the dungeons, and towards the Entrance Hall. She was just about to set her foot upon the stairs leading to the rest of the upper levels of the castle, when she heard footsteps. She looked around quickly and found a small closet to hide in. Not wanting to be caught out so late by a teacher or a prefect, she walked in, shut the door tightly behind her, and waited for a few minutes. When she didn't hear the footsteps anymore, she opened the door cautiously and stepped back out into the moon washed hall. She headed for the steps and was at the first floor when she heard the noise again. She moved into the shadows and waited for whoever it was to pass her. Just when she thought nothing was coming, she saw a figure moving in the shadowy staircase. She held her breath and waited as the figure came closer and closer. To her great surprise, the person passed her by. To her even greater surprise, she saw that it was Draco Malfoy, lifelong enemy of her family. He seemed to be searching for something, but it was evident that he couldn't find it, as he swore softly under his breath and sat down on one of the grand windowsills that decked the staircase. Silvery beams poured in on him, making his hair glisten silver and his skin radiate them like a mirror. Ginny was entranced with the person before her. He seemed like an angel lifting his head to the heavens in sadness. Ginny knew about all the years of tension between the Weasley and the Malfoy families, but that alone could not stop her from feeling sad for Draco right now. She wanted to make all of his sorrows disappear, but she knew that she couldn't just barge out of her hiding spot to go to someone who openly despised her family. She watched him for a while and decided to continue on her path to the Gryffindor common room. She stepped out of the shadows and began walking. Someone ran up behind her and touched her arm. She turned around to meet Draco's searching eyes.
"Weasley! W-what are you doing here?" he stammered, visibly surprised.
"I was just walking back to my dormitory. What are you doing here?" she returned.
"Nothing, I was just walking around."
"You were following me.'' She said in a curious tone. "Why?"
"I was not following you, Weasley. What reason would I have to follow you?"
"I was about to ask you the same question, Malfoy." she shot back. With that, he let go of her arm, which he had been holding onto the entire time. He stalked off without further questions, and she saw him disappear into the dungeons, his robe billowing out behind him. She walked slowly back to her common room, and after telling the Fat Lady that she had gotten lost, therefore explaining her delay, she slipped upstairs and under her covers and was met with a soothing sleep.
Draco had just come out of the dungeons, following his mysterious prey, when he saw her falter at the base of the grand staircase. He stopped and watched her walk into a closet. She must have heard his footfalls. He swore to himself and stayed until he saw her emerge from her hiding place and begin to walk up the stairs again. He followed her distantly but knew that she had heard him again because she turned her glorious head in his direction, sending her flaming hair coursing over her shoulder. He stepped to the side quickly and watched her disappear around the corner. Angrily, he swore to himself again and sat himself on a grand windowsill that decorated the staircase. He sat there for a while; basking in the silvery light that was flooding the stairs all around him. He looked up when he saw his angel moving out of a hiding spot where she must have been. He couldn't take it. He had to know who this temptress was. He pulled himself to his feet, put a silencing charm on himself, so as not to scare her off again, and whisked up the stairs after her retreating footsteps. He came up behind her and touched her arm to get her attention. She whirled around, her hair once again cascading down her back. He looked into her eyes and realized that it was Ginny Weasley.
"Weasley! W-what are you doing here?" he stammered, trying to hide his surprise.
"I was just walking back to my dormitory. What are you doing here?" she questioned.
"Nothing, I was just walking around."
"You were following me.'' She demanded. "Why?"
"I was not following you, Weasley. What reason would I have to follow you?"
"I was about to ask you the same question, Malfoy." Came her reply. Seeing that arguing was getting him nowhere, he turned around and walked quickly in the direction of the dungeons. He stopped only when he had reached his dormitory. Panting, he fell into his bed. How could he have thought that Ginny Weasley was an angel? He was disgusted by himself but figured that she was none the wiser as to what he thought. He drifted into a fitful sleep, having dreams that he was chasing someone down a long corridor. There were dozens of doors, and she kept running through them just to come out of a totally different one. He tried to keep up with her, but a voice in his head was saying that he would never find her. He woke the next morning very tired, like he had been running all night.