A/N – Hey folks! This story is really going nowhere so I'm gonna mess things up a bit some time soon. Slainte!
Chapter 4 – Like Pansy?
She wept in his arms. "He's trying to take you from me!" the boy yelled in anguish. "I won't let him!"
She continued to weep. The boy made her look into his eyes. "He doesn't love you! I love you! I have always loved you!"
She tore away from him and turned her back to him. "What is he doing to you? Tell me what he did!" his voice shook.
"I have nothing to say," she said calmly, not facing him.
He stood up, clenching and unclenching his fists. "He can't be with you- I won't let him."
"And what if I love him?"
"You don't."
Ginny awoke from her dreams dying for a cigarette. Luckily it was still night time and everyone was asleep. She stealthily climbed out of bed and grabbed her broom. It took forever for her to open the window without making a noise. She sat down on the outside ledge and slid off onto her broom, realizing too late that she was only wearing her pajamas. "Accio cloak!" she whispered, waving her wand. Her old black cloak floated over to her and she quickly put it on. Being old, it wasn't much for warmth, but it shielded her from the wind enough.
Ginny flew up to the top of Hogwart's highest tower and sat down on the edge of its roof, dangling her feet over the edge. She thought about Harry as she puffed away, the wind blowing the smoke away from her. For so many years she had dwelt on him, hoping for him to fall in love with her. He never did. What was he doing now? She had convinced herself she was over him, but was it true? Maybe he was just paying attention to her because of…
Her thoughts turned to Draco. Stupid evil git, she wanted to hex the prat. He always thinks he should know about everything, even about her bloody lighter. What did he want from her in the bathroom? A few kissed? No, she knew it wasn't that. It was clear that Draco was not attracted to her and it was obvious that he was used to controlling girls with seduction. He was trying to control her now too. Messing with Draco – even once, even by sheer accident, even by just running into him – ensured pain.
Clearing all thoughts from her head, she put out the cigarette and lied down, staring up at the night sky. As she sought out each constellation, she saw a dark blur flash past overhead. She sat up and saw a figure on a broom flying around Hogwart's many tower and spires at such a high speed that she thought the rider would crash and plummet to a terrible death. Ginny hoped she hadn't been spotted yet and put her hood on, hiding her vibrant red locks.
After flying for a good twenty minutes, the mystery person landed on a rooftop and sat down. Ginny couldn't see it anymore; the dark figure was lost in the blackness of the night. She mounted her broom and shot high into the air so the person would not catch a glimpse of her. Slowly she made her way to its tower and hovered above, trying to see down and identify it. She landed on the opposite side of the roof at its back, but the form did not move.
Ginny put down her broom and crept nearer. As she got closer she realized that its shoulders were shaking as if laughing or crying. It was definately a he, she could tell now. She kneeled down right behind him and reached forward to touch his shoulder but stopped. She had no idea who this person was- did she really want to call attention to herself? It was about time for her to get back to her dormitory anyways.
As Ginny backed away she heard a small, strangled sob come from the boy. She listened intently for another noise but none followed. This boy was alone, just like she was… maybe she had finally found someone who would understand her.
Like Pansy? Her mind reflected sarcastically.
Ginny pushed the thought away and clear her throat softly so he could hear her. In a split second he had gotten up, turned around, and pointed his wand exactly where she stood in the dark. "What do you want?" the boy whispered so quietly that she could not recognize the voice.
Not knowing what to say or do, she launched herself at him and hugged the boy around the waist, her cheek pressed against his chest and her eyes squeezed shut in fear. After a few minutes of silence she opened one eye warily and found she was still alive. She exhaled the breath she was holding- he hadn't hexed her. Instead she felt arms lightly wrap around her. They stood there for a long time, both scared and happy to have company.
Ginny pulled away first and the boy quickly broke the embrace as well. She caught his hands and held them as she looked into the dark hood above her. The boy seemed to be searching for her identity as well, but she would not reveal herself and she knew he wouldn't either. They silently understood each other's need for secrecy.
As Ginny began to drop his hands, the boy pulled one of hers up to his face and kissed her knuckles very lightly. Then he turned, picked up his broom, and leapt off the tower. Sighing, Ginny went back to the other side of the tower and got her broom as well. She flew around above the school for a few minutes before going back to her room.