Disclaimer: I still don't own anything . . . J.K. Rowling owns it all . . . somehow I feel like there should be an evil laugh after that statement.

Next thing she knew she was in the Room of Requirements, laying in her hammock. Although she was very familiar with her surroundings, she felt that something was off. Climbing down from her make-shift bed, she began to investigate. Everything seemed normal…except she was completely alone. She had never been all by herself in this room. A few members of the D.A. had always stayed behind with her when the others had gone on "missions" to get food. Now the room felt hollow and sad. She turned to the portrait of Arianna Dumbledore to escape from the room and maybe find the others, but as soon as she reached out to touch it…it disappeared. The whole room seemed to vanish around her in a cloud of deep black smoke, and Ginny was left in nothingness. She couldn't see or feel anything. She tried to yell for someone…something…anything, but there was no sound. Then, suddenly, there was a tiny light in the distance. Abruptly aware of her body again, Ginny began sprinting for the distant glow in the hopes that it would be a way out of the retched darkness. She seemed to be getting closer until she spotted someone emerging from the light, and was curiously unable to move. Wand lit, and held high above his head, he came closer and closer. Slowly his face seemed to solidify until his features were shockingly distinct.

"Harry?" said Ginny

There was a flash and….

Ginny was woken by the light streaming in through a small hole in the crimson bed hangings. She was confused as to why she wasn't in her hammock in the Room of Requirements, and she could only come up with one conclusion: Their hiding place had been discovered while she had been sleeping. Fear for the other D.A. members sprang up inside her and began clawing at her chest. She tried not to think about what the Carrow's might be doing to them. The only thing she couldn't understand was why they had decided to let her sleep. By this time she had torn back her curtains, dashed out of the room, and was now standing at the foot of the stairs leading up to the girl's dormitory. Ginny didn't have a plan. The only thing she knew was she had to rescue the others. Realizing that she didn't have a wand, and that she would stand absolutely no chance against a school full of death eaters without one, she ran back up the stairs.

My chances of coming out alive, even if I have a hundred wands, are slim…

Bursting through the dormitory door she made a quick sweep of the room, hoping against all hope that they had been thick enough to leave her a wand. As luck would have it, whoever had brought her to her room had foolishly left her wand laying on her nightstand. She rushed back down the stairs, but when she reached the bottom she heard someone outside the portrait. Thinking quickly Ginny hunkered down behind one of the armchairs in the common room. Her hiding place gave her an excellent vantage point of the door. Ginny positioned herself to jinx whoever the sorry sod coming through the door was.

The portrait swung open to reveal two people, and Ginny recognized them a little too late.

"Oi! What the bloody he-," came Ron's voice before it was cut short and he was attacked by flying bogies.

"What the—Geroffme!! Geroff!"

Ginny stood frozen while Hermione tried to remove the bat-bogey hex she had accidentally thrown at Ron.

Ron and Hermione? What are they doing here?

Just as Ginny was about to ask them this very question, her memories from the previous day came rushing back. Hermione, having successfully removed the hex from a frantic Ron, turned on Ginny looking furious as Ron just stood there looking thunderstruck.

"Ginny what were you thinking?! You could have seriously hurt him! I mean…that could have been anyone," Hermione said in an attempt to cover up her slip. "You could have hit your mum, or Harry!"

"Harry! Where is he? Have you seen him?" said Ginny cutting Hermione off in the middle of her rant, causing her to stutter.

"I—erm well, yes actually. Ron wasn't he sleeping when we—you came down for breakfast this morning?" Ginny found it odd for Hermione to be tripping over her words.

"Erm…yeah, yeah he was." Ron looked a little flustered and red around the ears, and he seemed to be quite interested with something on his shoes. Ginny smirked at Hermione who gave a very frightened, un-Hermione like squeak, and pulled Ginny out of the portrait hole and around the nearest corner.

"You and my brother…I always knew this day would come I just didn't think YOU would move so fast!" said Ginny before bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Shush Ginny…nothing happened! We've just gotten used to sleeping together…oh for goodness sake Ginny not like that! We never do anything!" said a frantic and clearly embarrassed Hermione to a hysterical Ginny.

"So…does that mean…you're not together…I mean…you are…together…aren't you," said Ginny between fits of laughter.

"Well, yes I suppose so." Hermione looked like she was frightened of what Ginny might say next.

"Finally!" screamed Ginny.

"What is that supposed to mean," asked Hermione, a little taken aback.

"Well you two have been dancing around each other for ages! Although, I thought you'd kill each other before you both came to your senses." Ginny was so elated she couldn't help but pull a very relieved looking Hermione into a hug.

"Now come on Hermione. Let's get you back to my brother. He's waited this long for you, but I'm not going to be the one to test his patience." Ginny said pulling Hermione along the corridor back to the portrait of the Fat Lady.

They were just rounding the corner when the portrait swung open and Ron stepped out, closely followed by a disheveled, and gloomy looking man.

"Harry!"

A/N: okay sorry this is so short. . .plz review anyway! It would really help me out if I could get some feedback.