Chapter 3
A sudden scream filled the four-poster bedroom, followed by four other cries of four terrified Gryffindor girls. They quickly searched around the room to find the source of the yell, and found a panting Ginny, staring blankly at the wall in front of her.
"Ginny, what's wrong?" asked one of the 6th years desperately.
The door suddenly burst open and in came a panting Ron and Harry.
"What's wrong? Who screamed? Ginny, what's ---" questioned a panting Harry, searching around the room filled with wide eyed girls ("What are boys doing here?!" gasped one of the girls). He could see the look of shock Ginny was in, and quickly jumped to a conclusion. 'Not another dream, this is getting serious.' He thought to himself.
Ginny, lip trembling and warm tears still running down her face, felt so confused. Questions began to flood her head a mile a minute as Ron and Harry began to stare at her in a puzzled manor. 'This doesn't make any sense! I thought if I took the potion it would stop! I have no idea what to do now. Am I going to have to stay awake forever for the rest of my entire miserable life?'
"What happened Ginny? You didn't have another dream, did you?" Ron didn't seem as concerned as Harry did.
Ginny took a loud gulp, and began to rub the warm tears away from her cheeks. She had just started to notice that she was breathing rather heavily, as though her nightmare had really occurred in reality.
"Didn't you take the Dreamless Potion thing from the Hospital wing last night?" asked Harry.
"Y-yes, I did. I don't know what happened.."
"That's it, your going to see Dumbledore and-"
"No! I don't need to seek help every time something out of the ordinary happens, Harry! I'm sure I can handle it myself, and anyway, I'm sure it's nothing. Maybe she gave me the wrong potion, or I used it incorrectly or something." Ginny had no idea where her outburst had come from, but furry and adrenaline was now rushing through her veins like a rapid waterfall. What had gotten her so mad, she didn't know.
"Ginny, I really think you should though. I mean, Madam Pomfrey usually doesn't go around giving wrong potions to someone, and there is no way you could incorrectly use a potion, when all you have to do is drink what's in the bottle.." Harry's voice seemed a lot quieter from her sudden outburst. He looked terribly concerned. Frequent nightmares had once plagued his mind when Voldemort was planning an attack and he now feared the worst for her.
"Just leave Harry, please." And with that, the two boys headed down the stairs, annoyed grins on their faces, as Ginny opened her cupboard and began to prepare for the day.
***
The rest of the day seemed to pass by rather quickly. Ginny had spent her time lounging around the corridors of the school, stopping only for a quick breakfast and lunch. Towards the end of her meals, she would linger about with Hermione in the library for an hour. She had told Hermione what happened that morning after lunch. She seemed much more curious than concerned.
"So, you mean, even after you took the potion you still had the nightmare?" she questioned, a suspicious look on her face. Before she could answer, she was searching through a stack of books on the cart behind her.
At dinner, Ginny noticed some unusual behavior from Harry and Ron. They were looking back and forth from Ginny to their full plates, playing with their food with their silver platted forks. They seemed to look a little agitated, most likely from her behavior this morning.
"Look," Ginny threw down her napkin, and looked up to the two boys. "I'm sorry I yelled at you two this morning, it's just that, I'm not a baby anymore, and you shouldn't take things so seriously. I mean, so what if I'm having horrible nightmares concerning the fact that I was tricked into almost killing off a few students by the memory of a man that's trying to kill you, Harry-" she trailed off, now staring blankly again. But this time for some strange reason, her eyes focused on a certain student pre-occupied at the Slytherin's table, Draco Malfoy. And for one reason or another, he was staring back! They quickly caught each other's glance for a moment, but he suddenly ripped out of his trance and began poking his steak with his fork.
* * *
'There she is again. She has no idea what's happening. Obviously not, of course. Why am I beginning to feel so guilty? I'm always wishing for bad things to happen to friends of Potter.'
Draco thought miserably as he watched her talking to Ron and Harry.
'You feel guilty because there's a way to stop all of this, and you know it, you bloody git!' his brain scolded. Sometimes, his mind seemed to be a completely different person, playing a different role in his life. It kind of spooked him out that his brain had a mind of it's own (O_o). Suddenly, as though she had heard his own vivid thoughts, she looked up directly at him. He tried to look away at once, but couldn't. His eyes seemed to be locked on hers, and there was nothing he could do about it. He blinked, and quickly faced back to his food.
A sudden scream filled the four-poster bedroom, followed by four other cries of four terrified Gryffindor girls. They quickly searched around the room to find the source of the yell, and found a panting Ginny, staring blankly at the wall in front of her.
"Ginny, what's wrong?" asked one of the 6th years desperately.
The door suddenly burst open and in came a panting Ron and Harry.
"What's wrong? Who screamed? Ginny, what's ---" questioned a panting Harry, searching around the room filled with wide eyed girls ("What are boys doing here?!" gasped one of the girls). He could see the look of shock Ginny was in, and quickly jumped to a conclusion. 'Not another dream, this is getting serious.' He thought to himself.
Ginny, lip trembling and warm tears still running down her face, felt so confused. Questions began to flood her head a mile a minute as Ron and Harry began to stare at her in a puzzled manor. 'This doesn't make any sense! I thought if I took the potion it would stop! I have no idea what to do now. Am I going to have to stay awake forever for the rest of my entire miserable life?'
"What happened Ginny? You didn't have another dream, did you?" Ron didn't seem as concerned as Harry did.
Ginny took a loud gulp, and began to rub the warm tears away from her cheeks. She had just started to notice that she was breathing rather heavily, as though her nightmare had really occurred in reality.
"Didn't you take the Dreamless Potion thing from the Hospital wing last night?" asked Harry.
"Y-yes, I did. I don't know what happened.."
"That's it, your going to see Dumbledore and-"
"No! I don't need to seek help every time something out of the ordinary happens, Harry! I'm sure I can handle it myself, and anyway, I'm sure it's nothing. Maybe she gave me the wrong potion, or I used it incorrectly or something." Ginny had no idea where her outburst had come from, but furry and adrenaline was now rushing through her veins like a rapid waterfall. What had gotten her so mad, she didn't know.
"Ginny, I really think you should though. I mean, Madam Pomfrey usually doesn't go around giving wrong potions to someone, and there is no way you could incorrectly use a potion, when all you have to do is drink what's in the bottle.." Harry's voice seemed a lot quieter from her sudden outburst. He looked terribly concerned. Frequent nightmares had once plagued his mind when Voldemort was planning an attack and he now feared the worst for her.
"Just leave Harry, please." And with that, the two boys headed down the stairs, annoyed grins on their faces, as Ginny opened her cupboard and began to prepare for the day.
***
The rest of the day seemed to pass by rather quickly. Ginny had spent her time lounging around the corridors of the school, stopping only for a quick breakfast and lunch. Towards the end of her meals, she would linger about with Hermione in the library for an hour. She had told Hermione what happened that morning after lunch. She seemed much more curious than concerned.
"So, you mean, even after you took the potion you still had the nightmare?" she questioned, a suspicious look on her face. Before she could answer, she was searching through a stack of books on the cart behind her.
At dinner, Ginny noticed some unusual behavior from Harry and Ron. They were looking back and forth from Ginny to their full plates, playing with their food with their silver platted forks. They seemed to look a little agitated, most likely from her behavior this morning.
"Look," Ginny threw down her napkin, and looked up to the two boys. "I'm sorry I yelled at you two this morning, it's just that, I'm not a baby anymore, and you shouldn't take things so seriously. I mean, so what if I'm having horrible nightmares concerning the fact that I was tricked into almost killing off a few students by the memory of a man that's trying to kill you, Harry-" she trailed off, now staring blankly again. But this time for some strange reason, her eyes focused on a certain student pre-occupied at the Slytherin's table, Draco Malfoy. And for one reason or another, he was staring back! They quickly caught each other's glance for a moment, but he suddenly ripped out of his trance and began poking his steak with his fork.
* * *
'There she is again. She has no idea what's happening. Obviously not, of course. Why am I beginning to feel so guilty? I'm always wishing for bad things to happen to friends of Potter.'
Draco thought miserably as he watched her talking to Ron and Harry.
'You feel guilty because there's a way to stop all of this, and you know it, you bloody git!' his brain scolded. Sometimes, his mind seemed to be a completely different person, playing a different role in his life. It kind of spooked him out that his brain had a mind of it's own (O_o). Suddenly, as though she had heard his own vivid thoughts, she looked up directly at him. He tried to look away at once, but couldn't. His eyes seemed to be locked on hers, and there was nothing he could do about it. He blinked, and quickly faced back to his food.