Prologue

By Crystal

Author's Notes: I'm so sorry, everyone. I just HAD to rewrite the whole prologue and chapter 1 because I didn't really enjoy writing in 3rd person view. I loved 1st person. So I hope you don't mind ^^ It's just like 'Crimson Stains'. I will be writing in either Draco or Ginny's POV and I will probably switch them halfway through the chapter. Enjoy! And I am also changing a few things.

I also took Riley Hall's suggestion. Thank you!

I'm also very sorry for the delay... But I've got a stack of homework and 3 projects due next week, 2 tests, 2 essays. Heh. Damn teachers!

*Screw the disclaimers ^^;;*

~*~ Ginny ~*~

I hummed a song quietly while walking down the hallway and carrying my Defence Against the Dark Arts books and smiling. I knew my smile was stretched on my whole face, since my muscles was kind of sore, but I didn't care. I felt my heart flutter at a certain thought and then rushed towards my dormitory, hoping to get there in time. I stuffed my books and quills and other stuff in my trunk and rushed down the stairs, nearly flying out to the entrance. The moment I pushed the door open, I was greeted by pure white snow covering the grounds miles around and crystal snowflakes floating down like they were dancing.

The snow was untouched, which meant that no one was here. And in other words, I wasn't late. Yet. That was a good sign. I walked gracefully all the while humming and caught snowflakes in my mouth once every while. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery immensely and listened to the soft crunching sounds that was being made underneath my feet. I arrived at a lake... The lake where the Triwizard Tournament had taken place three years ago.

I had no idea how long I had stood there, but I was having thoughts running through my head when all of a sudden, I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist and give me an embrace from behind, making me all warm and cozy. I knew without doubt that it would be him.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw him smile softly and embrace me again while he whispered my name in my ears, making me shiver visibly. I closed my eyes with a sigh and felt his mouth on my neck. He teased me with his tongue and then turned me around and I opened my eyes a tiny bit to see the familiar grey eyes stare back at me. I called his name softly and without uttering another sound, I felt his lips capture mine soft and gently.

I felt his tongue on my lips and I opened my mouth a bit, allowing him access to my mouth while he tasted every inch and corner of my mouth. I began wrapping my arms around his neck when I felt his grip on my waist tighten a bit, then...

"WHAT THE HELL?!" I screamed, then reality dawned on me. "Not again... Damnit."

I sat up in bed and was silently fuming while using all my self-control to not pull my hair out. For once in my life, my six stupid brothers were not bothering me, but dreams were. Dreams of a certain damn blond that had grey eyes and had the last name Malfoy. I was pissed. Definitely pissed. I loved snow, I really did. But what really pissed me off was because I was having dreams about kissing that... That... Idiot jerk! My family's most hated enemy's son.

I had to admit, Malfoy was a damn kisser and all... But it really wasn't what I wanted in my dreams. Or maybe it was, but I would never admit that until hell froze over. Oh damn it... Now I have that stupid ferret in my dreams. Thinking of him makes me so raging mad. He's been teasing me a lot... well, that was a lie. He had been teasing Ron, Harry and Hermione more... And the only time he teased me... was well... My first year and the Valentine card... I groaned inwardly and buried my head in my hands, absolutely embarrased at the thought. And NO I do not have a crush on Harry Potter! I did! I do not now! God.

I looked in the mirror, noticing my eyes were a bit bloodshot and sighed. No one had ever even asked why I wake up screaming... They probably didn't notice anyways. I had no told anyone of my dreams... Not even Hermione... Supposedly my friend. Sure. Whatever.

Hermione Granger and Harry Potter were my so-called friends that rarely even saw me... And they had been guests here for over half a month already. I sighed again. It was annoying how my brothers had teased my about my stupid crush on Harry. Stupid. Plain stupid. I'd gotten over him by the beginning of the fifth grade and I no longer stutter or blush in front of him, but no one seems to get the clue that Virginia Weasley is over Harry. Ah well, whatever. I don't think I give.

I took my hair brush and started brushing my hair, then dressing up in muggle clothes. A pair of jeans and a green tank top. Then I tied my hair up in a messy ponytail and rushed down the stairs to breakfast. Everyone was already seated at the table and had started to eat... Forgeting about me, again. Being they lovely family they were, they launched into questions again about why my eyes were bloodshot and told me they were worried about me. Yeah right.

Hopefully, I'll stop having dreams about the Ferret boy. Though it felt so damn real. I could actually feel the cold snow on my hair and against my face and also the warmth that spreaded through my whole body when Malfoy embraced me from behind. I could even feel his tongue in my mouth and what his tongue tasted like. If that was my imagination, I'd have a damn good imagination. I walked to my seat silently, then slumped down and making a big sound. Everyone looked my way and I groaned inwardly. I just had to attract attention.

They asked me if I was okay, and I convinced them I was and afterwards when they kept on asking, I just ignored them. Just then, Mum handed me an envelope that was adressed to me and in green ink was my name. Virginia Weasley. Ah, my yearly letter from Hogwarts. Seems like it arrived before I came down for breakfast.

It was the usual letter telling me to go to King's Cross Station to platform nine and three quarters on September the 1st. My books also included the usual 'Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6' by Miranda Goshawk like every year. Not much of a surprise there. I kept reading until... 'Advanced Potions, Grade 7' by Sebastian Connery. I frowned, wondering whether I was dreaming or not, or maybe they had a misunderstanding. "Mum... I have 'Advanced Potions, Grade 7' by Sebastian Connery.

Mum's eyes widened, "Oh yes, I haven't told you about that yet, have I? I got a letter over the summer from Professor Dumbledore saying that you were going to grade 7 for potions since you did exceptionally well last year. I must have forgotten to tell you that. You'll be having that class with Ron, Hermione and Harry. I'm proud of you, Ginny." I frowned, yes, of course, she forgot to tell me. "Oh right. Gryffindor always takes potions with Slytherins, but it's been like that for the past five years for you, I don't think that's going to affect you much." Then she turned around and started talking to my brothers.

I groaned loudly and rested my head on my arms on the table. I don't hate potions with Slytherin, they talk to me rarely and I don't tlak to them. Professor Snape has always favoured Slytherin, but that was bearable, he never gave me any detention unless I did something really bad... The problem was... Draco Malfoy. I don't know whether I should be happy to jump a grade for potions or whether I should be crying right now, so I settled for banging my head on the table, causing all heads to look up and turn my way. I groaned again. So much for trying to not get so much attention.

Author's Notes: Okay, done. Now onto Chapter 1!