That night, Harry tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Thoughts of
Ginny were running through his head, and he began to sweat through his
flannel pajamas. Why did he feel this way? Ginny was just Ron's little
sister. Or was she?
In the morning, Harry and Ron strolled down to the Great Hall for breakfast, before heading outdoors for Herbology with the Hufflepuffs.
"Hey, man. What's with the dark circles under your eyes? Didn't sleep much, huh?" Ron asked, his arm around his latest girlfriend.
No, not really. I kept thinking about Voldemort," Harry replied through a mouthful of scrambled eggs and ham.
"Would you stop saying that name so nonchalantly!" Ron yelled, a chocolate milk moustache adorning his face, trying to hold up Lila, who had practically fainted.
Harry suddenly had a chilling impression that somebody was standing behind him. He looked over his shoulder, and felt his insides turn to ice. Draco Malfoy had walked up behind him.
"Harry, heard ya couldn't sleep last night!" he drawled, "Were thoughts of Voldy-woldy keeping you up?"
"Shut the hell up, Malfoy."
"I won't," Draco replied scathingly.
"You will, or I'll tell Dumbledore."
"Never knew you were such a tattletale, Potter," Draco taunted, but walked away anyway. Suddenly, he turned around and threw a purple-stained rose at him. Attached to it was a note. Puzzled, Harry read,
"Give this rose to someone you care about at midnight someday. It will open the path to your love and bring you forever happiness."
"Bullshit, Malfoy. This is so a hoax!" Harry yelled. But Draco just smiled, shook his head slightly, and gave Harry the thumbs-up sign.
"Damn," Ron said, "That seemed almost friendly."
Meanwhile, Ginny's feelings toward Harry had mysteriously hardened after that one loving look she had given him in the Great Hall. Draco had put that spell on her to make Harry hurt and use the rose. If Harry used the rose, Draco would know that Harry trusted him. If he didn't, their enemy- ship would become even worse. You see, Draco wanted to be friends with Harry. Inside, Ginny felt strange, like a part of her was missing. She tried to act normal, but it was difficult.
"I wish I knew what this means!" she cried, after a few nights of this ass- kicking icy heart. She decided to take a walk on the grounds. What she did not know is that Harry Potter was outside at precisely the same moment, clutching a dark, purple rose.
In the morning, Harry and Ron strolled down to the Great Hall for breakfast, before heading outdoors for Herbology with the Hufflepuffs.
"Hey, man. What's with the dark circles under your eyes? Didn't sleep much, huh?" Ron asked, his arm around his latest girlfriend.
No, not really. I kept thinking about Voldemort," Harry replied through a mouthful of scrambled eggs and ham.
"Would you stop saying that name so nonchalantly!" Ron yelled, a chocolate milk moustache adorning his face, trying to hold up Lila, who had practically fainted.
Harry suddenly had a chilling impression that somebody was standing behind him. He looked over his shoulder, and felt his insides turn to ice. Draco Malfoy had walked up behind him.
"Harry, heard ya couldn't sleep last night!" he drawled, "Were thoughts of Voldy-woldy keeping you up?"
"Shut the hell up, Malfoy."
"I won't," Draco replied scathingly.
"You will, or I'll tell Dumbledore."
"Never knew you were such a tattletale, Potter," Draco taunted, but walked away anyway. Suddenly, he turned around and threw a purple-stained rose at him. Attached to it was a note. Puzzled, Harry read,
"Give this rose to someone you care about at midnight someday. It will open the path to your love and bring you forever happiness."
"Bullshit, Malfoy. This is so a hoax!" Harry yelled. But Draco just smiled, shook his head slightly, and gave Harry the thumbs-up sign.
"Damn," Ron said, "That seemed almost friendly."
Meanwhile, Ginny's feelings toward Harry had mysteriously hardened after that one loving look she had given him in the Great Hall. Draco had put that spell on her to make Harry hurt and use the rose. If Harry used the rose, Draco would know that Harry trusted him. If he didn't, their enemy- ship would become even worse. You see, Draco wanted to be friends with Harry. Inside, Ginny felt strange, like a part of her was missing. She tried to act normal, but it was difficult.
"I wish I knew what this means!" she cried, after a few nights of this ass- kicking icy heart. She decided to take a walk on the grounds. What she did not know is that Harry Potter was outside at precisely the same moment, clutching a dark, purple rose.