So...  I'm uploading a new chapter, but I need to say something first...

1) FIRST OF ALL... THANKS TO THOSE WHO REVIEWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2) I know this stuff about Ginny having nightmeres with Tom Riddle in them is not very original, therefore I want to apologize to any author who already wrote about this. I must admit that I read a couple of fanfics in which this subject was chosen, and those may have actually affected my story.

So if any of these authors feels offended by what I've written here, please, just say so, and I'll edit the chapter and come up with a nother solution. Okay?

3) This is a mere question... when you want to enter your Common Room, you must speak the password... but what about when you want to exit it? Do you have to say the password that way too?

Here we go:

Chapter 3

Ginny remained there, paralyzed, for nearly half an hour. What did it mean, they were not together? If she'd stopped babbling and had just kept her silly mouth shut, maybe he would've told her more... he really looked like he needed someone to talk to. But that's not possible, she thought. Harry had Ron, and Hermione, and so many ither friends.... what was his problem? That really didn't make sense.

SHE was the one who had turned to a secret diary in order to find someone, "something" that would for once listen about her problems, her dreams, her hopes and disappointments...

After a while, tired of staying there, thinking about him over and over again, she decided to sneak down to the Common Room and have something to eat, although she would probably only find some sweets, or candies.

And that she found. She started chewing some chocolate frogs while distracting herself by sketching some drawings on her notebook. Everyone was at dinner, so she didn't have to worry about people sneaking up on her or something.

A little later she realized she was drawing Harry. Wow, it had been nearly a year since she had last drawn of him. Odd. Very odd. She'd used to cover every little piece of paper she could find with sketches of him, and a couple of times she'd almost been caught by some o her roomates... But now... she'd turned her attention to books, friends, and had somehow managed to quit that disturbing habit. What if he himself found one? It would be too embarassing...

She began feeling sort of tired, but that soon changed to sleepy. Her lids, now heavy, began to close slowly. She tried to resist that overwhelming sensation a bit, then decided to give in. After all, she really needed a good sleep...

Some time later, she couldn't tell if it was one hour or just a few moments, she found herself in some place dark. Really dark. It was pitch-black, and she couldn't see anything. Then, slowly, a shadow shifted in the distance.

"Who are you?" she tried to speak, but found out she couldn't. The shadow approached, and she began to see it a bit more clearly. It was a guy.... a tall, dark-haired guy, dressed up with school robes.  Who was he? A strange feeling stirred inside of her, and she istinctively retreated.

She tried to step back, but suddenly felt the cool, hard surface of a wall against her back. She was trapped! Then she recognized the dark figured in front of her.

"Tom?" it came out in a whisper barely audible. The boy looked straight at her, his eyes burning in hers.

"Yes, Ginny... I've come back. I've come back for him..."

"What? For him?"

"Yes, my silly, childish little girl... killing you wouldn't be half as fun as... killing Potter, now, would it? After all, you are nothing. Just a-"

"Please! Leave us be... Go away! Harry!" Once again she couldn't get the words out of her mouth. He seemed to understand though.

"Oh, don't be foolish, little Ginny. You can't do anything to stop me this time... I will use you to get to him, it won't be difficult... I've controlled you before... you're like an open book to me." He flashed her an evil grin.

"No, please... let me go..." He slowly shook his head in mock disappointment.

"Begging for your life, now, Ginny? But what id your life compared to his? Wouldn't you sacrifice yourself for the sake of him? Aren't you ready to give me your life *willingly*, in order to save his?"

Ginny was terrified. Had she been rational, she'd have screamed "YES! YES, I would! I am!", but she was petrified with fear.

"How disappointing, Ginny... I though more of you, you know..."

"Leave him alone..."  she managed to say weakly. She tried to sneak away from him, but he wouldn't let her. Instead, he came even closer, his face inches from hers.

"Such a pity that I can't have a little time with you..." Tom suddenly morphed into...

"Dean!"  she cried out in surprise.

"You silly little girl! Always after Potter! Haven't you realized that you can't have him? But then again, why choose a guy that'll never look at you instead of someone who really cares?"

"You are just an idiot, Dean! You call what you did "caring"? I could never even *like* you! Not after-" her voice trailed off.

"We'll see..." he said before morphing back to Tom. His eyes dagged hers, as he slowly but firmly reached out a hand to touch her face, then her shoulder.

"Did you like the way he touched you, Ginny? Or, better..." He morphed to Harry, and he looked deeply at her. "...Did you like the way *I* touched you?" She had never felt so helpless in her entire life, she had no idea on how to stop this from happening.

Harry once again became Tom, but his hand never left her shoulder.

"You know, I could make you feel just as well, if you only gave me a chance..."

"No, no, get away!!" she struggled to break free. In response, he began to shake her violently by her shoulders.

She started to say something, but her vision blurred and she was shoved back to reality. Someone was quietly shaking her. "Leave me alone!" She screamed, "I want you to leave me alone!" She slammed her eyes open, and found herself facing....

"H-Harry?" He was looking at her, and seemed rather worried. He pulled away his hands."I came out of my dorm and found you here. You were tossing and turning and... how are you feeling?"

Catching her breath, she replied "Uh- fine."

"Having a nightmere, were you?"

"Sort of" She was still shaking badly.

"Listen, I didn't mean to... but I think you should go back to your dorm, people will soon start coming back here.... and I suggest you to hide abit, until all that –crap– has settled down a bit. Uh, meaning the whole Dean stuff..."

"Thanks" she said, "but my roommates will start bothering me anyways... they'll think it's funny."

"Oh."

"They're gonna ask me all kinds of embarassing questions like 'how does he kiss?' and so on..."

She blushed slightly while saying that. He seemed a bit uncomfrotable himself.

"But don't worry!" she tried to sound cheerful. "It will still be better than dreaming of that Camber of-" She stopped dead. He froze too.

"I meant—" she tried to regain her composure. "I meant, dreaming of that – room, at the –uh- Burrow, and..." But he wasn't going to buy it.

"You were dreaming of the –Chamber?"

"Actually..." she looked down at her lap. "It doesn't happen quite often, you know..." Merlin, did she just say that? This conversationwas leading where she didn't want it to.

"So it wasn't the first time?"

"Look, forget it. I'm fine. I was just really nervous, that's all."

He sadly smiled at her. "Look, I wanted to...  say that I am... sorry-" he began, but some noises coming from the entrance interrupted him.

"Did you hear?" was saying a second-year girl to a group of her friends, "Do you really think those two did nothing in the forest?" Another girl answered for her.

"Oh, I bet they did... Dean after all is *so* good-looking..."  They both started giggling.

A boy let out a 'eeew', and then said, "Well, she isn't that bad herself, you know..."

Another girl joined the conversation.

"Mmm. Did you see the way Harry revenged her? That was *so* romantic..."

At this Ginny's breath caught in her throat, and she felts her cheeks turn bright red. Even Harry winced.

"What are you talking about..." said another boy, "She's been after him for years, but all he can think about is Cho..." now she felt her cheeks whiten, and was about to abruptly stop that outrageous conversation, when she felt a calm hand placed on her arm.

She turned to look at him questioningly. His expression was blank, unreadable, as it had been in Ginny's room when they'd started talking about Cho. He gave her a meaningful look, and put a finger to his lips, warning her not to say anything. Then he pulled her to her feet, stepped closer to her and spread something that looked like a blanket over them both.

She wanted to say something, but just then the boys and girls came into view. We must look so stupid!, she thought. And why was Harry so close to her? Then she understood. The guys looked straight through them, and kept on talking as if they hadn't noticed them. Harry must have an invisibility cloak! But how...? They were so difficult to find in shops...

His hand still clasped to her arm, he gently led her towards the Portrait of the Fat Lady, then made sure no one was looking their way, whispered the password and they both stepped outside. He was about to pull it off, when they saw Ron, Hermione, Neville and Seamus approaching. He put a hand on her mouth to prevent her from calling after them and led her along the corridor, until they came out of view.

He finally took the cloak off and started to fold it, as if nothing had happened.

"Where did you find an Invisibility Cloak? I mean-"

"Oh. It's an old gift from someone who knew my father."

She'd seen one in a shop window once, and had wondered how it would be to be able to use one. Of course, the Weasleys could not afford one, let alone Ginny. She hated being poor!

"So. Why did you-"

"Well, I thought I'd save us both from a –let's say- *unpleasant* situation... you know, second years can be so..." he gestured with his hands, and she managed a small smile. To be honest with herself though, she had to admit that the situation was unpleasant BRCAUSE of her. If they had left out the part of her drooling after him, it'd have been much better. Instead, they'd made a fool of her, and they were two years younger than her! She suddenly felt the urge to break something...

"Once again, thanks, I guess" she was about to smile, turn on her heels and get away -quickly!-, when she noticed he was staring at her intently.

"You still dream of it?" his tone was grave, and deadly serious.

She looked around, shifting uncomfortably.

"Nope" She was obviously lying. His expression softened a bit.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Uh?" She looked up at him. "I-I'd rather not, thank you" She shuddered at the memory. They suddenly heard footsteps coming from the end of the corridor.  Harry rolled his eyes, and began once more to unfold the cloak.

"Let's get someplase where we can be *alone*, shall we", he suggested, and before she could reply, he'd once more walked up toher, draping the cloak over them.

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Alright, I know this was a bit short...

But I'm busy with school and all..

Next Chapter, there will be more of the famous Slytherin boy... sorry, couldn't help it, I like him too much... J

Please R&R!! J