It had been six weeks before Ginny had even woken up. She woke up woth a sharp pain and even screamed, and saw the light again, before fainting. The school felt sorry for her, but she would not take their pity. She just laid in bed, barely talking, but whispered to herself. The last week, she had fainted three times whenever some new student had come in. Madame Pomfrey had thought it odd and called in the mediwitches from . They said that the problem may take awhile to wear off, but several potions would speed up the process.
They had found out that some unexplained light, know as a Relop, had forced her down to ground. The Relop had personally been removed by Dumbledore. He had closed the whole school down. The students and teachers were all in their dorms or rooms. Dumbledore spent five hours searching before finding it in an abandoned hallway. He had found it in an old music class and decided that a new subject was in order.
Draco awoke on November 26 exactly seven weeks and a day since the accident. A bulletin was posted on the bulletin informing any and all students to report to the music room if they wanted to be involved in any form of the arts. The list composed of the following:
Drawing
Painting
Sculpting
Photography
Singing
Dancing
Acting
Gymnastics
Instrumental
Writing
Draco had thought the idea ludicrous ,even, before, but Ginny wanted to take a couple of the classes, so he would ,too. He decided to take dance. He prided himself on the dances he had easily learned when he was four. Malfoy tradition, of course. But he also joined to be close to Ginny.
She had broken apart from him a bit and he wanted to be back to normal. Inside he was raging. He was mad at her for getting hurt, mad at himself for him not stopping it, mad at Snape for having them in Potions at that time, but mostly he was mad at himself, because, he ran. I'm such a wimp. I deserve to be where she is. He told himself again. He had told Ginny and she told him to stop, even started crying, before he was forced out. I ran and she got hurt. I am a terrible person. No one could ever love me. His thoughts had turned into that. He couldn't stop himself. He was stubborn.
Ginny POV
The light shocked me. I couldn't see anything but it. Then, it spoke. I was frightened. Ginny, it said, Ginny you are my victim.
She fell hard to the floor with a thunk. Heat rushed to her head like it was on fire for a moment. Then it was nothing. Nothing to feel or see. It was black and no noise. All she could think is am I dead?
She could see and barely here, she thought for several weeks. She could make out little of the conversations held with her. Many people cried and others just talked. One in particular was sad to hear from. She had no lcue who it was, it did not sound human, but they revealed all to her. They told her alot much she forgot, but some stayed. Very vivid and scary, as if it were a dream. She had pictured the person several times as a loving person with a hard life, but that didn't work. There was something missing, not told. The last piece to the puzzle. Something felt good about the person and she felt calm when they were here.
The day she woke up she waited for the person. They never came, but Draco did as did several people. She did not want to talk, though. It hurt, like being hexed in the throat everytime. It hurt not knowing who the person is. She tried to ask her friends, but they did not understand. She did not mention it to Draco, but he still looked gorgeous. She liked him alot. He had brought her flowers, and her favorites, too. She kissed him shyly on the cheek and said her thanks. He looked at her, his eyes glazed over, before he smiled. He left her to wallow. She felt terrible. He was so sweet and she was thinking about that other guy.
The days were long in here, but she had work and homework to fill up most of the time. The room was boring and she hated the mediwitches, always poking and prodding. But she was thinking about her life. It was different to live, but not really live. She didn't like it. She wanted out. Into the world, with real problems. She woke up on November 26 and forced herself to get up and live. She thanked Madame Pomfrey and walked out. Her legs felt odd and out of place, but she continued. She made it to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Everyone looked up and stared as she walked in. She put her best clothes on and did her hair. She looked human again. Draco looked up and smirked. She blushed, but still thought about her secret. She sat by Aurora and talked as if she were okay. And she was for the most part, except for that light. (JK! Not really!) She already knew Blaise asked her out, she never even told her, but Ginny knew these types of things. She left again for Potions that day following the same path with Draco, Blaise, and Aurora. She felt weird and tingly, but it was Draco, she knew, watching her every move.
