Picture Perfect
Chapter Two
by Memory Lane
Ginny didn't know how much time had past. She had been in the Arithmancy room the entire night, and it was very early in the morning, she knew. She felt the purple haze of the sunrise over her face, but she didn't dare open her eyes.
She struggled move on the floor, but found herself severley weakened. She moved her tattered robe over her head, and shield the sunlight. The heat from the rays made her scalp burn and her closed eyes tear. She could hear the noise from the Great Hall and knew she would be found eventually. But, not being able to hold out until then, she fell back from fatigue and trauma, and lay unconscious.
Draco Malfoy slid in his seat in the Great Hall. He had awoken feeling apprehensive, and suddenly remembered why. Ginny. He looked around the Gryffindor table, and saw her empty seat between Harry and Hermione. He felt his stomach lurch.
"Malfoy," He looked up and saw Hermione hovering over him, wearing a lethal expression. He looked at her. "Granger? Have you seen Ginny?" He shook his head wildly. "No, I didn't. Do you know where she went? I'm worried about her."
Hermione raised her eyebrow. "Weren't you the last one that saw her? After all, she has been meeting you in the corridors at all hours of the night, courtesy of Harry's cloak." Draco scowled. Leave it to Miss Clever to figure out everything and put the pieces in the exact right spot.
"I saw her last night around eleven. We spent some time together and I walked her back to Gryffindor tower." Draco fiddled with his fork. Hermione eyed this suspiciously. "Did she make it to the Common Room?" Draco shrugged. "I saw her walk through the portrait hole."
Hermione turned on her heels and left. She felt Draco watching her, and she felt all the old hate she had for him pouring out of her. "I'm going to go," she said when she got back to her table. Ron was reading his Care of Magical Creatures book over his oatmeal.
"So soon?" He asked. Hermione nodded, and grabbed her bag. "I have Arithmancy first with Ginny. I'll find her before the class." She hurried up the stairs by the main doors and felt footsteps behind her. Before she turned over, she saw a flash of silvery hair.
Hermione had searched all of the Gryffindor tower, every portrait hole and was forced to give up when she knew the bell was going to read in ten minutes. She had just enough time to make it to the classroom before it rang.
She opened the door, and heard a loud scream. She saw Professor Vector standing over the crumpled body of Ginny Weasley.
Professor Dumbledore had assembled every student that was above the Fourth Year in the Great Hall immediately after the discovery. "There has been an attack," He said sadly. Professor McGonagall and Professor Vector were crying. Professor Snape was sitting solemnly, not blinking. Flitwick had his head hung low and Professor Sprout was shaking. Professor Trelawny was shaking her head in disbelief and friends of Ginny and Draco were distraught.
"Virginia Weasley," Dumbledore started, "was discovered this morning in the Arithmancy classroom by Professor Vector and Hermione Granger. She was sexually attacked, raped, and beaten. Whoever is responsible for this will be awaiting a fate worse then hers, I assure you." The students were taken aback. They had never heard Dumbledore talk like that.
Hermione was sobbing quietly. She looked over to the Slytherin table where Draco looked as pale as a ghost. Harry was next to her, uncontrollable. He was so in love with Ginny. Ron wasn't even there. He and the twins had shut themselves in their dormitories, and had written to their parents.
"If you know anything, anything at all, please do not hestitate to tell me or any Professor or Mr. Filch. I beg of you." Dumbledore said softly. "Draco," He suddenly said. Draco looked up, panic stricken. "What happened last night?"
Draco felt his heart beating fast inside his chest. "I - I was waiting for Ginny to meet me in the Corridors last night," He mumbled. "We always meet after hours, and then when it got to be around midnight, I walked her to Gryffindor Tower."
Professor Snape's lip curled. "Do you realize, Mr. Malfoy, that you could have lost points and points for Slytherin have you been caught?" Dumbledore shook his head towards Snape with a hateful glint in his eyes. "A girl has been attacked," He whispered, "points are the least important thing thus far."
"Miss Weasley is currently in the Hospital Wing. All visits must be confirmed first by Madam Pomfrey. Please proceed back to your dormitories; class has been cancelled."
Draco was numb from head to toe. This would be all over the Daily Prophet for sure. And what would Lucius say? He had no idea of his son's rendezvous with love. And with a Weasley? It would be discipible.
The students walked up the stairs solemnly. Some of the Prefects, who were Ginny's friends, were crying. Many a people were stopping Draco on the way to extend their condolences. Draco nodded, sadly.
When he reached the Slytherin Common Room, he headed straight for his dormitory and started to pack. He was going to ask Dumbledore for a leave. Surely Dumbledore would understand. Draco packed hastily as his owl came swooping onto his four post bed.
Draco - Read something interesting in the Daily Prophet today. Have contacted Dumbledore, we will be taking you home tomorrow morning first thing. We want an explaination. - Lucius
He gulped hard, and prayed that tomorrow never came.
"I see, Albus," Lucius said with a sneer. He fingered Draco's trunk, which had been sent up before Draco himself. "I wonder," he said, "why my son's relationship with that filth of a witch was not brought to my understanding?"
Dumbledore looked as though he wanted to give Malfoy a good piece of his mind, but decided against it. "I assure you, Miss Weasley is not filth. She's a very bright girl who's almost certain to become head girl next year. I'm sure you know the current one, Miss Hermione Granger?"
Lucius scowled. "Unfortunately," Draco stepped into the office, cutting off his father's next sentence. "Ah, there he is," Lucius said disgustedly. He took his son by the collar of his robes. "You," he spat, "take your things and wait for me outside, will you? I need to have another word with the Headmaster."
Draco abided by the rules and quietly left the office. Lucius stared at his son's retreating back."Is my son the prime suspect?"
Dumbledore's mouth made a halfway frown that made it look like he didn't know. "Right now, everyone in the fifth year and up is a suspect."
Chapter Two
by Memory Lane
Ginny didn't know how much time had past. She had been in the Arithmancy room the entire night, and it was very early in the morning, she knew. She felt the purple haze of the sunrise over her face, but she didn't dare open her eyes.
She struggled move on the floor, but found herself severley weakened. She moved her tattered robe over her head, and shield the sunlight. The heat from the rays made her scalp burn and her closed eyes tear. She could hear the noise from the Great Hall and knew she would be found eventually. But, not being able to hold out until then, she fell back from fatigue and trauma, and lay unconscious.
Draco Malfoy slid in his seat in the Great Hall. He had awoken feeling apprehensive, and suddenly remembered why. Ginny. He looked around the Gryffindor table, and saw her empty seat between Harry and Hermione. He felt his stomach lurch.
"Malfoy," He looked up and saw Hermione hovering over him, wearing a lethal expression. He looked at her. "Granger? Have you seen Ginny?" He shook his head wildly. "No, I didn't. Do you know where she went? I'm worried about her."
Hermione raised her eyebrow. "Weren't you the last one that saw her? After all, she has been meeting you in the corridors at all hours of the night, courtesy of Harry's cloak." Draco scowled. Leave it to Miss Clever to figure out everything and put the pieces in the exact right spot.
"I saw her last night around eleven. We spent some time together and I walked her back to Gryffindor tower." Draco fiddled with his fork. Hermione eyed this suspiciously. "Did she make it to the Common Room?" Draco shrugged. "I saw her walk through the portrait hole."
Hermione turned on her heels and left. She felt Draco watching her, and she felt all the old hate she had for him pouring out of her. "I'm going to go," she said when she got back to her table. Ron was reading his Care of Magical Creatures book over his oatmeal.
"So soon?" He asked. Hermione nodded, and grabbed her bag. "I have Arithmancy first with Ginny. I'll find her before the class." She hurried up the stairs by the main doors and felt footsteps behind her. Before she turned over, she saw a flash of silvery hair.
Hermione had searched all of the Gryffindor tower, every portrait hole and was forced to give up when she knew the bell was going to read in ten minutes. She had just enough time to make it to the classroom before it rang.
She opened the door, and heard a loud scream. She saw Professor Vector standing over the crumpled body of Ginny Weasley.
Professor Dumbledore had assembled every student that was above the Fourth Year in the Great Hall immediately after the discovery. "There has been an attack," He said sadly. Professor McGonagall and Professor Vector were crying. Professor Snape was sitting solemnly, not blinking. Flitwick had his head hung low and Professor Sprout was shaking. Professor Trelawny was shaking her head in disbelief and friends of Ginny and Draco were distraught.
"Virginia Weasley," Dumbledore started, "was discovered this morning in the Arithmancy classroom by Professor Vector and Hermione Granger. She was sexually attacked, raped, and beaten. Whoever is responsible for this will be awaiting a fate worse then hers, I assure you." The students were taken aback. They had never heard Dumbledore talk like that.
Hermione was sobbing quietly. She looked over to the Slytherin table where Draco looked as pale as a ghost. Harry was next to her, uncontrollable. He was so in love with Ginny. Ron wasn't even there. He and the twins had shut themselves in their dormitories, and had written to their parents.
"If you know anything, anything at all, please do not hestitate to tell me or any Professor or Mr. Filch. I beg of you." Dumbledore said softly. "Draco," He suddenly said. Draco looked up, panic stricken. "What happened last night?"
Draco felt his heart beating fast inside his chest. "I - I was waiting for Ginny to meet me in the Corridors last night," He mumbled. "We always meet after hours, and then when it got to be around midnight, I walked her to Gryffindor Tower."
Professor Snape's lip curled. "Do you realize, Mr. Malfoy, that you could have lost points and points for Slytherin have you been caught?" Dumbledore shook his head towards Snape with a hateful glint in his eyes. "A girl has been attacked," He whispered, "points are the least important thing thus far."
"Miss Weasley is currently in the Hospital Wing. All visits must be confirmed first by Madam Pomfrey. Please proceed back to your dormitories; class has been cancelled."
Draco was numb from head to toe. This would be all over the Daily Prophet for sure. And what would Lucius say? He had no idea of his son's rendezvous with love. And with a Weasley? It would be discipible.
The students walked up the stairs solemnly. Some of the Prefects, who were Ginny's friends, were crying. Many a people were stopping Draco on the way to extend their condolences. Draco nodded, sadly.
When he reached the Slytherin Common Room, he headed straight for his dormitory and started to pack. He was going to ask Dumbledore for a leave. Surely Dumbledore would understand. Draco packed hastily as his owl came swooping onto his four post bed.
Draco - Read something interesting in the Daily Prophet today. Have contacted Dumbledore, we will be taking you home tomorrow morning first thing. We want an explaination. - Lucius
He gulped hard, and prayed that tomorrow never came.
"I see, Albus," Lucius said with a sneer. He fingered Draco's trunk, which had been sent up before Draco himself. "I wonder," he said, "why my son's relationship with that filth of a witch was not brought to my understanding?"
Dumbledore looked as though he wanted to give Malfoy a good piece of his mind, but decided against it. "I assure you, Miss Weasley is not filth. She's a very bright girl who's almost certain to become head girl next year. I'm sure you know the current one, Miss Hermione Granger?"
Lucius scowled. "Unfortunately," Draco stepped into the office, cutting off his father's next sentence. "Ah, there he is," Lucius said disgustedly. He took his son by the collar of his robes. "You," he spat, "take your things and wait for me outside, will you? I need to have another word with the Headmaster."
Draco abided by the rules and quietly left the office. Lucius stared at his son's retreating back."Is my son the prime suspect?"
Dumbledore's mouth made a halfway frown that made it look like he didn't know. "Right now, everyone in the fifth year and up is a suspect."