Realistic D/G Fic #3
A/N: Before all this I would like to remind you to sign in if you're an author, or write down your e-mail address so I could tell you when I get another chapter up.
Also, yes this is another version of the same chapter; my beta-reader finally sent back HER version, so there are a few changes. They are ultimately the same, but just telling you in case you get confused. Now for the real A/N:
Here's the third chapter. In this chapter, her days get worse but you guys get introduced to some of Ginny's classmates. I made these people completely up, and it's not J.K. Rowlings! Look below.
Claimer: No, the people you don't remember seeing aren't in the Harry Potter books, they're mine! Except Colin if I accidentally put him in.
Thanks to:
Melissa Malfoy- YAY!!! You reviewed again! I think I got me a faithful reviewer! Yippee!!!
VirtualFaerie- Thanks for reviewing and beta-reading! You're just the nicest ever!
VyingQuill- You only reviewed the first chapter, but since you're a new reviewer, thanks for reviewing my fics and hope you like this chapter as well.
Who cares? me- Hey, that's a really cool name! No, it's not becoming an NC- 17, and maybe Draco likes Dawn. I'm certainly not going to tell. You'll just have to wait, sorry! But I can't have favoritism, could I?
Jenni- Uh, I'm not sure which author you are, but thanks for reviewing!
Rubyjuls1722- Well, this is left up to you to figure that out! Oh, and sorry, but I don't reveal what's going on in this chapter. Sorry.
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"Aw shit," Ginny muttered, racing around the rather crowded Common Room, gathering up her stuff. She had taken a little nap after her Triple Potions session, and now she was almost late for her next class: Muggle Studies. All she could do was hope that her professor hadn't officially started the class yet. It was her only hope of not losing any Gryffindor points and seeing Harry's disappointed face. She paused for a moment, thinking dreamily of her beautiful Harry. Those expressive green eyes, that heroic scar, those chiseled cheeks, that tight tush, that sculpted Seeker's build (which came with the tush)... she mentally slapped herself. She had a small enough chance of getting to class on time, and daydreaming about Harry would only lessen it.
She hurried out of the Common Room and rushed down the marble staircase, dimly noticing the stark emptiness of the usually bustling corridor. She was so absorbed in getting there on time (she wanted perfect attendance) that she didn't notice the boy in front of her until she crashed into him, fell in an undignified manner to the floor, and hurt her leg. She glared up at him.
"Whaddya do that for?" Her language drastically changed in the face of being late.
"What did I do that for? What did you do that for, you clumsy oaf! You should watch where you're going," Draco said, immediately crossing his arms. "By the way you were rushing and by what the time says you must be late or almost late so before we start fighting and get you indefinitely late, I just wanted to know if you heard of how Dawn's doing."
"Why do you care how Dawn's doing, and why do you care whether or not I'm late?" Ginny snapped unreasonably.
"Well, Gryfindor's already losing the Inter-House Competition so I'm giving you guys a chance," Draco said arrogantly.
"Oh yeah? Well we don't WANT your 'chance'. And aren't you exceeding your jurisdiction just a little bit? Whoever said that you were the president of the Slytherin house? What if the rest of your house doesn't WANT to give us your little 'chance' than-" Ginny's blazing eyes died out as they landed on Draco's rather large watch.
Before Draco knew it, she was racing down the hall again, but noticeably more aware of her surroundings.
"Damn Mudblood-lover, can't even answer a simple question," Draco muttered, striding purposely toward the infirmary. "My dad always said if you wanted something done right, do it yourself." His eyes, if anyone was around to see it, flared dangerously.
While Draco's eyes were flaring, Ginny broke into a half-run already forgetting about Draco. When she reached her classroom door, she was relieved to see that the teacher, Professor Blackwood, hadn't started class yet. (At the beginning of the year, Blackwood had told them of his system. He would allow them to have free time and even be late until he was done preparing that day's lesson plan. Then he would write his own name on the chalkboard ((he explained that most Muggle teachers write on the chalkboard at the beginning of class (((He only saw substitute teachers))).)) indicating that he was going to take roll and that tardies would be counted then. Then, when he was done all that, he would straighten his tie and drink this brownish liquid that the Muggles called coffee and that process would begin the class.) He had just been writing his name on the chalkboard and, other than raising his eyebrows, didn't acknowledge she was late at all.
Ginny thanked Merlin that she didn't have Professor McGonagall or someone like that for this period. Usually she sat with Dawn, but since she was in the hospital, she just sat down next to Crystal Alvere who she could count on not to notice her. Crystal was a very popular girl and it was rumored that she had once went out with Harry Potter. Ginny was torn between jealousy and admiration for the girl, but she just ignored that little fact. Other than that, Crystal was coolly beautiful and had the blackest hair that Ginny had ever seen. She usually hung out with her friends, Roxy Rollins and Alexandria Althor. Crystal and Alexandria had moved here from Israel in Ginny's second year. Roxy came from America. They were all new and had banded together to form strong bonds of friendship. They had become the most popular group of students in Hogwarts beside the Golden Trio (also known as Harry, Hermione and Ron.)
None of Crystal's friends were in that class because they had chosen Divination over it. Crystal smiled calmly at Ginny and Ginny smiled back, hoping she didn't look too goofy.
"Where's your friend, Dawn, was it?" Crystal asked, actually sounding concerned.
"She's in the infirmary because she kissed Seamus," Ginny confided.
"Just because she kissed Seamus? Well, I'd better rethink asking him out then," Crystal said, smiling.
At that exact moment in time, Professor Blackwood straightened his tie, and drank some coffee.
"Okay, class." He said in his rather reedy voice. "As you well know, we are starting a new semester tomorrow. I just wanted to get a head start today. For this semester, we will act like each different day of the week is a different period. In a regular Muggle school, there is elementary until sixth grade in which they are twelve or thirteen, then junior high for two years, then high school for four years and college for four to five years. In junior high and high school, they have periods. Not the menstruation kind of course, they aren't THAT much different from us. What I mean to say is, they have their school day divided into six, seven, or eight subjects, at which they attend at different times. So since today is Monday, this is 1st period. I have taken a thrown away schedule, and the person who had it has Life Skills for first period. Life Skills is where they learn to organize and be prepared for life. The first thing on the Life Skills curriculum is doing group projects. Every Monday, you will have to get into these groups: First table, blah blah blah blah..." the Professor droned on, and Ginny ignored him to daydream about Harry. "- eighth table, Ginny Weasley, Jan Moran, Crystal Alvere, Dawn *mumble mumble*, and Hugo Darcia." Professor Blackwood looked at them expectantly. The called people went to the eighth table.
Ginny groaned inwardly. She hated all of them except for Crystal, and she was in awe of her. Jan was a very mean 'cool' girl. Ginny and Dawn called her a topular, which meant she was a toady for the actual popular people. Hugo was just plain annoying, once he got a scrap of embarrassing information about a person, he stuck to it like a vampire to a little baby. And today she didn't even have Dawn to comfort her and to keep her from hitting someone. She sat down next to Crystal and an empty seat.
"But where's Dawn?" Professor Blackwood asked, bewildered.
"She's in the infirmary," Ginny answered.
"Why?"
"Dunno," Ginny said, shrugging.
Jan leaned close to Ginny. Ginny could smell her breath; it smelled like Muggle bubble gum. "Aren't you the least bit worried about your friend?" she asked, putting on a very shallow expression of being concerned.
"Yes, but she's strong," Ginny countered, failing to mention that Dawn was in the infirmary because of a kiss.
"Hey, Slytherin's Heir! How's your enemy, Harry, doing?" Hugo asked in a very self-satisfied tone. Ever since her second year, he had been calling her 'Slytherin's Heir' and even 'Miss Slytherin'.
"Well, if I'm Harry's enemy, I wouldn't know, would I?" Ginny countered.
"So you ARE Harry's enemy. Oooh, I'm going to tell Harry and than he'll NEVER want to be your boyfriend," Hugo said.
"NO!" Ginny half-shouted. "Please don't." she said, a little calmer.
"Why not? Miss Slytherin?" Hugo said, the most irritating smile appearing on his face. It was like the smile of a slug that had gotten a shell from a poor snail.
Then Jan and Hugo got into a seemingly very enjoyable activity called Insult Ginny Weasley, She Can't Do Anything About It. Crystal was so quiet and in a dark corner that Hugo and Jan must have forgotten about her. Until...
"Don't you guys have something better to do than to make fun of Ginny? Like, getting me my backpack?" Crystal said serenely. Being the topulars they were, they immediately got up from their seats and searched everywhere for Crystal's backpack except where it was-under her chair.
"Usually I don't use toadies like that, but they were just being so stupid, they might as well do something semi-useful," Crystal half- explained and half-commented. After that, they both lapsed into silence, with Ginny thinking about Harry and Crystal thinking about who-knows-what.
The rest of the period, though tedious, wasn't as bad as Ginny thought. First they were supposed to think up a project that groups could do. This took up half the session. Finally, a guy named Ray Achiko suggested that they all do a project on the merits of Muggle life. The whole class groaned, but they couldn't think of something better than that.
Ginny staggered out of the Muggle Studies classroom, only slightly less stressed than she thought. She stumbled into Transfiguration and stumbled back out of it an hour later. She was so tired. (She had stayed up half the night doing Snape's Potions homework.) In Charms, she started to doze. But Flitwick didn't suspect since they were doing a Dozing Charm and it was perfectly reasonable that they might have put it on themselves. Ginny woke up to the 'gentle' poking of Colin Creevey.
"Ginny, are you alright? It's time to go to dinner now."
"Thanks," Ginny said rather groggily. She walked out of the Charms classroom, thinking, ^Now I'll take a REAL rest. Screw dinner, who needs it anyway?^
Her stomach growled, informing her petulantly that SHE did. ^Oh, right. Couldn't I just eat a big breakfast tomorrow?^ she asked her stomach internally. Her stomach refused point-blank.
But look at me, I'm talking to YOU, her stomach stubbornly refused.
"Oh, alright, if you insist," Ginny said grudgingly.
She bumped into someone again. She was about to say 'Get out of the way Malfoy' obviously thinking it was Malfoy again. Luckily, she looked up before saying anything. It was Harry. Her heart stopped, her palms immediately started sweating due to the Perspiration on Sight of Harry Potter Syndrome. Then she realized that it was just a black-haired boy who WASN'T Harry.
Oops. Man, I really need some sleep. She muttered a quick apology and went into the Great Hall. She scarfed down some dinner and raced as best as she could in her sleepy condition to her nice, fluffy, bed.
She was disappointed. Someone, or someoneS had short-sheeted her bed.
"Arrggh!!!" This time she groaned aloud.
Now, we Muggles would have just rearranged the sheets, right? Well, that's US. To each his/her own.
Anyway, the Hogwarts' bed was actually supported by plain air. NO mattress. The sheets were magical and made the bed as fluffy or un-fluffy as was preferred. Comfy, huh? There is ONE problem though. If someone's bed was short-sheeted as Ginny's was now, there was a whole section that was just plain air, or ground if you like. Then they had to go to Dumbledore's office to get it fixed. They would have to spend awhile trying to guess Dumbledore's office. If you don't get it, and if you look pretty (pretty pitiful), the gargoyle would take pity and just let you in. But that would take about, oh, an hour or two. If the statue didn't want to, they just had to wait till Dumbledore appeared at the breakfast table.
Ginny was way too impatient for that. She grabbed up her blankets and her pillows and her sleeping bag that was for emergencies such as these and walked- no- stomped down into the Common Room.
"Hey Ginny, what's wrong?" Ron asked.
"Everything," she growled.
She went over to one of the bigger chairs and pulled it together with another chair, ejecting the occupants rather forcibly. She glared at these occupants, daring them to say even one word of complaint. They didn't. She smiled grimly. Then she got up one on of the chairs and muttered 'Sonorous' pointing her wand at her throat.
"Listen up!" They all turned to stare at her. Normally, she would have been cowed, but she was too angry to notice. "I'm sleeping here tonight because some people short-sheeted my bed!" There was a collective gasp; no one short-sheeted someone else's bed unless royally pissed off about a good reason. "So I expect peace and quiet so I can go to sleep," Ginny said concluding her little speech. They all nodded, about half of them went into their own dormitory rooms, those who had homework stayed. What had once been a dull roar was now only a low murmur. Ron, Hermione, and even Harry looked at Ginny a bit admiringly. Unfortunately, she was already half-asleep so she couldn't bask in the glory of the moment.
In the small hours of the night, a figure looked at the sleeping Ginny. Her face was illuminated by the moon and accentuated her red hair. He stood looking at her for a while. He smiled, took out his wand and whispered something to it. A narrow beam of glowing blue light shot out and struck her full on the forehead. Ginny stirred at the slight impact, than went back to sleep. He was smiling still. Stacy, Tracy and Macy had done their job well…
A/N: Before all this I would like to remind you to sign in if you're an author, or write down your e-mail address so I could tell you when I get another chapter up.
Also, yes this is another version of the same chapter; my beta-reader finally sent back HER version, so there are a few changes. They are ultimately the same, but just telling you in case you get confused. Now for the real A/N:
Here's the third chapter. In this chapter, her days get worse but you guys get introduced to some of Ginny's classmates. I made these people completely up, and it's not J.K. Rowlings! Look below.
Claimer: No, the people you don't remember seeing aren't in the Harry Potter books, they're mine! Except Colin if I accidentally put him in.
Thanks to:
Melissa Malfoy- YAY!!! You reviewed again! I think I got me a faithful reviewer! Yippee!!!
VirtualFaerie- Thanks for reviewing and beta-reading! You're just the nicest ever!
VyingQuill- You only reviewed the first chapter, but since you're a new reviewer, thanks for reviewing my fics and hope you like this chapter as well.
Who cares? me- Hey, that's a really cool name! No, it's not becoming an NC- 17, and maybe Draco likes Dawn. I'm certainly not going to tell. You'll just have to wait, sorry! But I can't have favoritism, could I?
Jenni- Uh, I'm not sure which author you are, but thanks for reviewing!
Rubyjuls1722- Well, this is left up to you to figure that out! Oh, and sorry, but I don't reveal what's going on in this chapter. Sorry.
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"Aw shit," Ginny muttered, racing around the rather crowded Common Room, gathering up her stuff. She had taken a little nap after her Triple Potions session, and now she was almost late for her next class: Muggle Studies. All she could do was hope that her professor hadn't officially started the class yet. It was her only hope of not losing any Gryffindor points and seeing Harry's disappointed face. She paused for a moment, thinking dreamily of her beautiful Harry. Those expressive green eyes, that heroic scar, those chiseled cheeks, that tight tush, that sculpted Seeker's build (which came with the tush)... she mentally slapped herself. She had a small enough chance of getting to class on time, and daydreaming about Harry would only lessen it.
She hurried out of the Common Room and rushed down the marble staircase, dimly noticing the stark emptiness of the usually bustling corridor. She was so absorbed in getting there on time (she wanted perfect attendance) that she didn't notice the boy in front of her until she crashed into him, fell in an undignified manner to the floor, and hurt her leg. She glared up at him.
"Whaddya do that for?" Her language drastically changed in the face of being late.
"What did I do that for? What did you do that for, you clumsy oaf! You should watch where you're going," Draco said, immediately crossing his arms. "By the way you were rushing and by what the time says you must be late or almost late so before we start fighting and get you indefinitely late, I just wanted to know if you heard of how Dawn's doing."
"Why do you care how Dawn's doing, and why do you care whether or not I'm late?" Ginny snapped unreasonably.
"Well, Gryfindor's already losing the Inter-House Competition so I'm giving you guys a chance," Draco said arrogantly.
"Oh yeah? Well we don't WANT your 'chance'. And aren't you exceeding your jurisdiction just a little bit? Whoever said that you were the president of the Slytherin house? What if the rest of your house doesn't WANT to give us your little 'chance' than-" Ginny's blazing eyes died out as they landed on Draco's rather large watch.
Before Draco knew it, she was racing down the hall again, but noticeably more aware of her surroundings.
"Damn Mudblood-lover, can't even answer a simple question," Draco muttered, striding purposely toward the infirmary. "My dad always said if you wanted something done right, do it yourself." His eyes, if anyone was around to see it, flared dangerously.
While Draco's eyes were flaring, Ginny broke into a half-run already forgetting about Draco. When she reached her classroom door, she was relieved to see that the teacher, Professor Blackwood, hadn't started class yet. (At the beginning of the year, Blackwood had told them of his system. He would allow them to have free time and even be late until he was done preparing that day's lesson plan. Then he would write his own name on the chalkboard ((he explained that most Muggle teachers write on the chalkboard at the beginning of class (((He only saw substitute teachers))).)) indicating that he was going to take roll and that tardies would be counted then. Then, when he was done all that, he would straighten his tie and drink this brownish liquid that the Muggles called coffee and that process would begin the class.) He had just been writing his name on the chalkboard and, other than raising his eyebrows, didn't acknowledge she was late at all.
Ginny thanked Merlin that she didn't have Professor McGonagall or someone like that for this period. Usually she sat with Dawn, but since she was in the hospital, she just sat down next to Crystal Alvere who she could count on not to notice her. Crystal was a very popular girl and it was rumored that she had once went out with Harry Potter. Ginny was torn between jealousy and admiration for the girl, but she just ignored that little fact. Other than that, Crystal was coolly beautiful and had the blackest hair that Ginny had ever seen. She usually hung out with her friends, Roxy Rollins and Alexandria Althor. Crystal and Alexandria had moved here from Israel in Ginny's second year. Roxy came from America. They were all new and had banded together to form strong bonds of friendship. They had become the most popular group of students in Hogwarts beside the Golden Trio (also known as Harry, Hermione and Ron.)
None of Crystal's friends were in that class because they had chosen Divination over it. Crystal smiled calmly at Ginny and Ginny smiled back, hoping she didn't look too goofy.
"Where's your friend, Dawn, was it?" Crystal asked, actually sounding concerned.
"She's in the infirmary because she kissed Seamus," Ginny confided.
"Just because she kissed Seamus? Well, I'd better rethink asking him out then," Crystal said, smiling.
At that exact moment in time, Professor Blackwood straightened his tie, and drank some coffee.
"Okay, class." He said in his rather reedy voice. "As you well know, we are starting a new semester tomorrow. I just wanted to get a head start today. For this semester, we will act like each different day of the week is a different period. In a regular Muggle school, there is elementary until sixth grade in which they are twelve or thirteen, then junior high for two years, then high school for four years and college for four to five years. In junior high and high school, they have periods. Not the menstruation kind of course, they aren't THAT much different from us. What I mean to say is, they have their school day divided into six, seven, or eight subjects, at which they attend at different times. So since today is Monday, this is 1st period. I have taken a thrown away schedule, and the person who had it has Life Skills for first period. Life Skills is where they learn to organize and be prepared for life. The first thing on the Life Skills curriculum is doing group projects. Every Monday, you will have to get into these groups: First table, blah blah blah blah..." the Professor droned on, and Ginny ignored him to daydream about Harry. "- eighth table, Ginny Weasley, Jan Moran, Crystal Alvere, Dawn *mumble mumble*, and Hugo Darcia." Professor Blackwood looked at them expectantly. The called people went to the eighth table.
Ginny groaned inwardly. She hated all of them except for Crystal, and she was in awe of her. Jan was a very mean 'cool' girl. Ginny and Dawn called her a topular, which meant she was a toady for the actual popular people. Hugo was just plain annoying, once he got a scrap of embarrassing information about a person, he stuck to it like a vampire to a little baby. And today she didn't even have Dawn to comfort her and to keep her from hitting someone. She sat down next to Crystal and an empty seat.
"But where's Dawn?" Professor Blackwood asked, bewildered.
"She's in the infirmary," Ginny answered.
"Why?"
"Dunno," Ginny said, shrugging.
Jan leaned close to Ginny. Ginny could smell her breath; it smelled like Muggle bubble gum. "Aren't you the least bit worried about your friend?" she asked, putting on a very shallow expression of being concerned.
"Yes, but she's strong," Ginny countered, failing to mention that Dawn was in the infirmary because of a kiss.
"Hey, Slytherin's Heir! How's your enemy, Harry, doing?" Hugo asked in a very self-satisfied tone. Ever since her second year, he had been calling her 'Slytherin's Heir' and even 'Miss Slytherin'.
"Well, if I'm Harry's enemy, I wouldn't know, would I?" Ginny countered.
"So you ARE Harry's enemy. Oooh, I'm going to tell Harry and than he'll NEVER want to be your boyfriend," Hugo said.
"NO!" Ginny half-shouted. "Please don't." she said, a little calmer.
"Why not? Miss Slytherin?" Hugo said, the most irritating smile appearing on his face. It was like the smile of a slug that had gotten a shell from a poor snail.
Then Jan and Hugo got into a seemingly very enjoyable activity called Insult Ginny Weasley, She Can't Do Anything About It. Crystal was so quiet and in a dark corner that Hugo and Jan must have forgotten about her. Until...
"Don't you guys have something better to do than to make fun of Ginny? Like, getting me my backpack?" Crystal said serenely. Being the topulars they were, they immediately got up from their seats and searched everywhere for Crystal's backpack except where it was-under her chair.
"Usually I don't use toadies like that, but they were just being so stupid, they might as well do something semi-useful," Crystal half- explained and half-commented. After that, they both lapsed into silence, with Ginny thinking about Harry and Crystal thinking about who-knows-what.
The rest of the period, though tedious, wasn't as bad as Ginny thought. First they were supposed to think up a project that groups could do. This took up half the session. Finally, a guy named Ray Achiko suggested that they all do a project on the merits of Muggle life. The whole class groaned, but they couldn't think of something better than that.
Ginny staggered out of the Muggle Studies classroom, only slightly less stressed than she thought. She stumbled into Transfiguration and stumbled back out of it an hour later. She was so tired. (She had stayed up half the night doing Snape's Potions homework.) In Charms, she started to doze. But Flitwick didn't suspect since they were doing a Dozing Charm and it was perfectly reasonable that they might have put it on themselves. Ginny woke up to the 'gentle' poking of Colin Creevey.
"Ginny, are you alright? It's time to go to dinner now."
"Thanks," Ginny said rather groggily. She walked out of the Charms classroom, thinking, ^Now I'll take a REAL rest. Screw dinner, who needs it anyway?^
Her stomach growled, informing her petulantly that SHE did. ^Oh, right. Couldn't I just eat a big breakfast tomorrow?^ she asked her stomach internally. Her stomach refused point-blank.
But look at me, I'm talking to YOU, her stomach stubbornly refused.
"Oh, alright, if you insist," Ginny said grudgingly.
She bumped into someone again. She was about to say 'Get out of the way Malfoy' obviously thinking it was Malfoy again. Luckily, she looked up before saying anything. It was Harry. Her heart stopped, her palms immediately started sweating due to the Perspiration on Sight of Harry Potter Syndrome. Then she realized that it was just a black-haired boy who WASN'T Harry.
Oops. Man, I really need some sleep. She muttered a quick apology and went into the Great Hall. She scarfed down some dinner and raced as best as she could in her sleepy condition to her nice, fluffy, bed.
She was disappointed. Someone, or someoneS had short-sheeted her bed.
"Arrggh!!!" This time she groaned aloud.
Now, we Muggles would have just rearranged the sheets, right? Well, that's US. To each his/her own.
Anyway, the Hogwarts' bed was actually supported by plain air. NO mattress. The sheets were magical and made the bed as fluffy or un-fluffy as was preferred. Comfy, huh? There is ONE problem though. If someone's bed was short-sheeted as Ginny's was now, there was a whole section that was just plain air, or ground if you like. Then they had to go to Dumbledore's office to get it fixed. They would have to spend awhile trying to guess Dumbledore's office. If you don't get it, and if you look pretty (pretty pitiful), the gargoyle would take pity and just let you in. But that would take about, oh, an hour or two. If the statue didn't want to, they just had to wait till Dumbledore appeared at the breakfast table.
Ginny was way too impatient for that. She grabbed up her blankets and her pillows and her sleeping bag that was for emergencies such as these and walked- no- stomped down into the Common Room.
"Hey Ginny, what's wrong?" Ron asked.
"Everything," she growled.
She went over to one of the bigger chairs and pulled it together with another chair, ejecting the occupants rather forcibly. She glared at these occupants, daring them to say even one word of complaint. They didn't. She smiled grimly. Then she got up one on of the chairs and muttered 'Sonorous' pointing her wand at her throat.
"Listen up!" They all turned to stare at her. Normally, she would have been cowed, but she was too angry to notice. "I'm sleeping here tonight because some people short-sheeted my bed!" There was a collective gasp; no one short-sheeted someone else's bed unless royally pissed off about a good reason. "So I expect peace and quiet so I can go to sleep," Ginny said concluding her little speech. They all nodded, about half of them went into their own dormitory rooms, those who had homework stayed. What had once been a dull roar was now only a low murmur. Ron, Hermione, and even Harry looked at Ginny a bit admiringly. Unfortunately, she was already half-asleep so she couldn't bask in the glory of the moment.
In the small hours of the night, a figure looked at the sleeping Ginny. Her face was illuminated by the moon and accentuated her red hair. He stood looking at her for a while. He smiled, took out his wand and whispered something to it. A narrow beam of glowing blue light shot out and struck her full on the forehead. Ginny stirred at the slight impact, than went back to sleep. He was smiling still. Stacy, Tracy and Macy had done their job well…