"No!" Ginny gasped, sitting up in bed. She looked around quickly and
saw the room dark and silent, moonlight filtering through the window onto
the stone floor. It was just a dream. But a queer one. She recalled very
little but she could remember a boy, a toddler maybe, crying himself to
sleep, almost silently, in his bed. She shook her head, coming back to the
present, trying to decide if it had been just a dream, or one of those
dreams. It couldn't have been, it didn't make any sense.
* * *
Draco cursed to himself, quietly in his bed. He needed her out of his mind. That little red head had always perplexed him. If it weren't for his quick wits, he would be baffled around her. What else could he do but taunt and tease her. It was his duty as a Malfoy. He could never feel anything but hatred for a Weasley. What would his father say if he knew otherwise? He blinked and realized that the moon was sinking toward the horizon. It would be sunrise soon. Abandoning all hope of sleep this night, he got out of bed and dressed himself soundlessly. Then grabbing his broom, he left the dormitories and the dungeons all together. Wandering the halls in the middle of the night was strictly forbidden, he knew from experience, but he was willing to risk it. Once outside, a cool breeze ruffled his hair and cloak. He pulled his cloak tighter around him and climbed onto his broom. Soaring above the treetops of the forbidden forest, he could think. His mind was clear enough now to sort things out. He let himself lose some altitude so as to not be seen. He skimmed the top branches of the trees, with the tips of his feet. Finally, losing all control, he smiled, a picture of Ginny floating through his head. Suddenly, he didn't care about his father, his name, or his duty (he he duty!). He thought, fear coming over him, 'I think I love her.'
* * *
"Hmm.hmm.hmm." Ginny continued to hum to herself. Her happiness form the previous day had carried over, the dream from last night almost erased from memory. "Ginny!" came a voice behind her. She stopped and turned around, the smile still on her face. "Hey Liana!" then she frowned, "What's wrong?" Liana, a fellow sixth year, came running up to her. "I just heard. Harry and Hermione are going out! You must be so crushed!" "Actually, no." She laughed at Liana's face and continued, "I was one of the first to know and I'm happy for them. I encouraged them to do it." "Ginny, honey, are you feeling well?" Liana pressed the palm of her hand to Ginny's forehead to check her temperature. Ginny brushed her hand away and said, "I'm fine. I guess I never really felt for Harry. I probably just felt I had to. I'm all right with it, really. Now get to class! I don't think either of us want to be late." She turned Liana around gave her a light shove. Liana looked wonderingly over her shoulder as she walked away. Ginny just laughed and started toward class. But she never arrived. She was almost there, when an arm shot out of an empty classroom and pulled her in. She swung around in anger and caught her breath.
A/N-hehehe.im evil.soz to leave ya hangin! But I had to do it.the purple men made me do it! Blame them! Oh well.see ya next chappy to find out who did it! Bambambam.!mwahahahahaha mwahahahahaha.hehehe.bye!
* * *
Draco cursed to himself, quietly in his bed. He needed her out of his mind. That little red head had always perplexed him. If it weren't for his quick wits, he would be baffled around her. What else could he do but taunt and tease her. It was his duty as a Malfoy. He could never feel anything but hatred for a Weasley. What would his father say if he knew otherwise? He blinked and realized that the moon was sinking toward the horizon. It would be sunrise soon. Abandoning all hope of sleep this night, he got out of bed and dressed himself soundlessly. Then grabbing his broom, he left the dormitories and the dungeons all together. Wandering the halls in the middle of the night was strictly forbidden, he knew from experience, but he was willing to risk it. Once outside, a cool breeze ruffled his hair and cloak. He pulled his cloak tighter around him and climbed onto his broom. Soaring above the treetops of the forbidden forest, he could think. His mind was clear enough now to sort things out. He let himself lose some altitude so as to not be seen. He skimmed the top branches of the trees, with the tips of his feet. Finally, losing all control, he smiled, a picture of Ginny floating through his head. Suddenly, he didn't care about his father, his name, or his duty (he he duty!). He thought, fear coming over him, 'I think I love her.'
* * *
"Hmm.hmm.hmm." Ginny continued to hum to herself. Her happiness form the previous day had carried over, the dream from last night almost erased from memory. "Ginny!" came a voice behind her. She stopped and turned around, the smile still on her face. "Hey Liana!" then she frowned, "What's wrong?" Liana, a fellow sixth year, came running up to her. "I just heard. Harry and Hermione are going out! You must be so crushed!" "Actually, no." She laughed at Liana's face and continued, "I was one of the first to know and I'm happy for them. I encouraged them to do it." "Ginny, honey, are you feeling well?" Liana pressed the palm of her hand to Ginny's forehead to check her temperature. Ginny brushed her hand away and said, "I'm fine. I guess I never really felt for Harry. I probably just felt I had to. I'm all right with it, really. Now get to class! I don't think either of us want to be late." She turned Liana around gave her a light shove. Liana looked wonderingly over her shoulder as she walked away. Ginny just laughed and started toward class. But she never arrived. She was almost there, when an arm shot out of an empty classroom and pulled her in. She swung around in anger and caught her breath.
A/N-hehehe.im evil.soz to leave ya hangin! But I had to do it.the purple men made me do it! Blame them! Oh well.see ya next chappy to find out who did it! Bambambam.!mwahahahahaha mwahahahahaha.hehehe.bye!