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*** Since her first year, Ginny Weasley has been dreaming. Black dreams- about the boy who destroyed her, Tom Riddle. She needs someone to pull her out of this cesspool of evil nightmares. And the only one to do it is the most unlikely person imaginable. ***
Ron Monologue
Seeing Malfoy with my sister today made me more sad than angry. I can see that she's growing up and from the lecture I got afterwards I could hear it too. She can make her own choices and I can't protect her from all the evils of the world today. But I wish she'd stay away from Malfoy though. She seems to have some sort of idea that he isn't evil, but just scared. Load of bull if you ask me. I know mum and dad wouldn't approve if the two of them started dating. I mean a Weasley and a Malfoy is just an insult. We hate each other. Always have and always will. No Malfoy could ever give up evil. It's his past, present and future. And that's the way it'll stay. You mark my words.
Chapter 3- Ginny
'Ron how could you do that to me?' Ginny Weasley was humiliated. 'You embarrassed me completely. I do not need you chase away Malfoy for me- I can do that myself!' 'He was harassing you- I could see it in your eyes!' 'Oh Ron don't be so pathetic, if anyone's harassing me it's you. Leave me alone for God's sake- I'm sixteen!' 'Still young enough.' Growled Ron and he turned on his heel and strode away. As the door banged Ginny swore under her breath. She turned to Harry and Hermione who had stood there silently watching the whole argument. 'Is he always like this?' she asked them. 'Not all the time, but remember you're his younger sister,' explained Hermione, 'you mean a lot to him and he probably thinks you're growing up too fast. I think that's what is the problem.' 'Yeah Ron does get touchy on that type of thing.' Said Harry. 'Just out of interest though, what was Malfoy doing to you? Ron looked pretty mad.' A warning look from Hermione told him that he'd said the wrong thing. Ginny didn't answer him, but scowled and shoved past them, hurrying back down the corridor to her next lesson. 'I think I know what the problem really is,' Hermione muttered, 'I think I'll ask her tonight.'
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Ginny sat on her bed looking through her Defence Against the Dark Arts homework- 2 sides of parchment on the history of Basilisks for Thursday. It would have normally taken her very little time to do, but because of the other things on her mind, she couldn't concentrate. The assignment had taken her two hours. A light rapping sounded at her door and Ginny jumped up and opened it. There stood Hermione in her nightdress, robe and slippers with an odd look on her face. Silently Ginny let her in. Hermione sat on the bed and looked thoughtfully at her friend. It was Ginny who broke the silence. 'I'm sorry I was mad earlier. I just have a few things on my mind.' Hermione smiled, 'It's okay- I was going to apologise for Harry's behaviour actually. Her didn't think before he said anything to you- but that's boys, huh?' 'Yeah. I don't really understand them- one moment they're really mean and the next minute they're nice and happy. I don't know why.' She made her voice carefree so Hermione wouldn't guess who she was talking about. But Hermione knew. 'Draco problems?' she asked sympathetically. 'What? How do you know I like.. him?' 'I know a lot of things other people don't and plus it wasn't that well hidden. I can tell you like him and when I think about I think he likes you too.' 'Really?' 'Why would I lie?' 'Should I ask him?' 'If you want to.' 'Well I dunno. I mean if he likes me then it'll be okay and everything, but if he doesn't then he'll make my life total utter Hell if he can help it.' 'Hmmmmm. I don't know what you should do. Should I try to talk to him, see if he'll tell me anything?' 'Er, well no offence or anything, but you aren't exactly his best friend. I mean you're mates with his worst enemies, unless you count Pansy Parkinson.' Hermione laughed. 'You're right, but it can't hurt to try, and don't worry,' she smiled at the look on Ginny's face, 'I won't tell him or anyone else that you fancy him.' 'Promise?' 'Promise.' And with that, Hermione left Ginny in her room thinking over what she had just said.
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A door creaked open at the end of the corridor and Draco froze with terror. For from the archway glided a figure of a creature so terrible, so gruesome that it turned his blood to ice. His mouth opened to cry out but his screams seemed to catch in his throat so only little squeaks came out. Now the gargoyle was sliding towards him. It sent marble statues crashing, paintings cracking open like spider webs and all Draco could do was watch this terrible creature advance. Suddenly he felt his legs squeezing and as he looked down, a huge branch of a Devil's Snare was entwining his feet and it was creeping up his body to hold his arms to his side. With chilling realisation, he realised that this creature was carrying a body. As he peered closer through the doom, he saw that this body was that of a young Weasley. A female Weasley with a pile of books in her limp arms. Her throat was cut open.
*** Since her first year, Ginny Weasley has been dreaming. Black dreams- about the boy who destroyed her, Tom Riddle. She needs someone to pull her out of this cesspool of evil nightmares. And the only one to do it is the most unlikely person imaginable. ***
Ron Monologue
Seeing Malfoy with my sister today made me more sad than angry. I can see that she's growing up and from the lecture I got afterwards I could hear it too. She can make her own choices and I can't protect her from all the evils of the world today. But I wish she'd stay away from Malfoy though. She seems to have some sort of idea that he isn't evil, but just scared. Load of bull if you ask me. I know mum and dad wouldn't approve if the two of them started dating. I mean a Weasley and a Malfoy is just an insult. We hate each other. Always have and always will. No Malfoy could ever give up evil. It's his past, present and future. And that's the way it'll stay. You mark my words.
Chapter 3- Ginny
'Ron how could you do that to me?' Ginny Weasley was humiliated. 'You embarrassed me completely. I do not need you chase away Malfoy for me- I can do that myself!' 'He was harassing you- I could see it in your eyes!' 'Oh Ron don't be so pathetic, if anyone's harassing me it's you. Leave me alone for God's sake- I'm sixteen!' 'Still young enough.' Growled Ron and he turned on his heel and strode away. As the door banged Ginny swore under her breath. She turned to Harry and Hermione who had stood there silently watching the whole argument. 'Is he always like this?' she asked them. 'Not all the time, but remember you're his younger sister,' explained Hermione, 'you mean a lot to him and he probably thinks you're growing up too fast. I think that's what is the problem.' 'Yeah Ron does get touchy on that type of thing.' Said Harry. 'Just out of interest though, what was Malfoy doing to you? Ron looked pretty mad.' A warning look from Hermione told him that he'd said the wrong thing. Ginny didn't answer him, but scowled and shoved past them, hurrying back down the corridor to her next lesson. 'I think I know what the problem really is,' Hermione muttered, 'I think I'll ask her tonight.'
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Ginny sat on her bed looking through her Defence Against the Dark Arts homework- 2 sides of parchment on the history of Basilisks for Thursday. It would have normally taken her very little time to do, but because of the other things on her mind, she couldn't concentrate. The assignment had taken her two hours. A light rapping sounded at her door and Ginny jumped up and opened it. There stood Hermione in her nightdress, robe and slippers with an odd look on her face. Silently Ginny let her in. Hermione sat on the bed and looked thoughtfully at her friend. It was Ginny who broke the silence. 'I'm sorry I was mad earlier. I just have a few things on my mind.' Hermione smiled, 'It's okay- I was going to apologise for Harry's behaviour actually. Her didn't think before he said anything to you- but that's boys, huh?' 'Yeah. I don't really understand them- one moment they're really mean and the next minute they're nice and happy. I don't know why.' She made her voice carefree so Hermione wouldn't guess who she was talking about. But Hermione knew. 'Draco problems?' she asked sympathetically. 'What? How do you know I like.. him?' 'I know a lot of things other people don't and plus it wasn't that well hidden. I can tell you like him and when I think about I think he likes you too.' 'Really?' 'Why would I lie?' 'Should I ask him?' 'If you want to.' 'Well I dunno. I mean if he likes me then it'll be okay and everything, but if he doesn't then he'll make my life total utter Hell if he can help it.' 'Hmmmmm. I don't know what you should do. Should I try to talk to him, see if he'll tell me anything?' 'Er, well no offence or anything, but you aren't exactly his best friend. I mean you're mates with his worst enemies, unless you count Pansy Parkinson.' Hermione laughed. 'You're right, but it can't hurt to try, and don't worry,' she smiled at the look on Ginny's face, 'I won't tell him or anyone else that you fancy him.' 'Promise?' 'Promise.' And with that, Hermione left Ginny in her room thinking over what she had just said.
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A door creaked open at the end of the corridor and Draco froze with terror. For from the archway glided a figure of a creature so terrible, so gruesome that it turned his blood to ice. His mouth opened to cry out but his screams seemed to catch in his throat so only little squeaks came out. Now the gargoyle was sliding towards him. It sent marble statues crashing, paintings cracking open like spider webs and all Draco could do was watch this terrible creature advance. Suddenly he felt his legs squeezing and as he looked down, a huge branch of a Devil's Snare was entwining his feet and it was creeping up his body to hold his arms to his side. With chilling realisation, he realised that this creature was carrying a body. As he peered closer through the doom, he saw that this body was that of a young Weasley. A female Weasley with a pile of books in her limp arms. Her throat was cut open.