Disclaimer: I don't own Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Transfiguration, Colin Creevey, Denis Creevey, Beauxbatons, Forbidden Forest, Ron Weasley, Gryffindor, Great Hall, Madam Pomfrey, History of Magic, Herbology, Professor Severus Snape, Proffesor Minerva McGonagall, or Hogwarts. They all belong to JK Rowling and Warner Brothers. I don't claim to own these because I don't. My two characters (I know this was supposed to be a pure HP fic, but I had to make some girls up for Ginny's year because they never state any) are Samantha and Jessika. They are just Ginny's roommates, so they probably wouldn't ever be mentioned again.
Author's Note: So sorry for taking so long with this chapter. It's note even that long, but I just really had no time at all and when I finally got the chance to write it, fanfiction.net when down. I did finish the chapter though and I don't like it at all, but whatever. It will have to do. I think the next chapter, I'm going to have Draco better, Ginny training and learning some new spells, and I might actually reveal who the spy is. Wow! Wouldn't that be great? Anyways, on to the chapter.
Ginny Weasley awoke to a slight breeze. The sheets around were thrown around and she was covered in a cold sweat. She knew from the hairs on the back of neck that something wasn't right. She looked around and her eyes finally fell on the girls' door.
Odd. We never leave the door open.
She got up to go close it, nightgown swishing around her and her footsteps falling softly on the ground. She pushed a few stray flaming red pieces of hair out from her eyes and then went to close the door when voices met her ears. Curiosity overcame her and she began a slow descent down the stairs. The soft crackle of a roaring flame could be heard in the common room along with two voices.
Who's up so early in the morning? Wonder who it is. God! Tonight keeps getting weirder and weirder.
Ginny continued down the flight of stairs and turned the corner into the common room. No one was there, no one at all. She looked around, partially confused and partially suspicious, but there was no one or any thing in the room. The fire was still going and she walked towards it. She looked around the grate and on the mantle, but there were no indications of anyone being there. She sighed, shaking her head, and made her way back upstairs. She closed the door gently behind her and went back to sleep.
The next morning, Ginny awoke to her roommates screaming over something. Samantha and Jessika rarely got along and it was obvious to why this was.
Samantha was a petite brunette with large almond brown eyes. She believed in beauty and money above everything. She got any guy she wanted at the snap of her perfectly manicured fingers. No one dared cross her path from fear of the consequences.
Jessika, on the other hand, had blonde-dyed-blue hair and crystal blue eyes. Her ears were pierced three times and a nose ring added to the effect. Jessika was a bit of a loner and the only friends she had were Colin, Denis, and Ginny. Most people didn't talk to her because she was openly lesbian, and while this was accepted in the wizarding world, most witches waited until they were of legal age before declaring this. Ginny always admired Jessika because she always stuck up for herself.
"You act like such a fuckin' queer!" Samantha shouted, "Oh wait, I forgot, you are queer."
"Is that the only insult you can fling at me? You're wasting your time. I'm not moving my shit."
Ginny looked at the two girls from her bed and then over at the spare desk. The other girl, Dani, had been transferred to Beauxbatons in the beginning of the year, so there was a free bed, desk, and dresser. The usually cleared desk was now littered with papers, quills, and ink bottles. Apparently, Jessika was trying to finish her poetry while Samantha wanted to get her homework done.
"You already have a desk," retorted Samantha, "you don't…."
"And you don't need one either. You have a desk also. Or did your ditzy brain already forget this."
"I'm not a ditz, you lesbo!"
"Hey! Will you two stop arguing!"
Samantha and Jessika both looked at Ginny and then went back to glaring at each other. Ginny got out of bed and walked in between the two girls, still remembering the last incident where Jessika knocked out Samantha with a right hook. Jessika had gotten detention for three weeks and Samantha had refused to leave the Hospital Wing until she looked just as beautiful as she was before.
"What is the problem, Samantha?" asked Ginny, knowing that if she asked Jessika first that Samantha would think that she was favoring her friend.
"I wanted to get some homework done and when I went to work at the empty desk, Jessika was there working on Merlin knows what. It wasn't homework that's for sure. I told her to move because what I wanted to do was much more important that her…writings."
"And what is your problem, Jessika?"
"I was working on my poetry when she came up and yelled at me to move. I told her that I wouldn't and to fuck off because she had her own desk and then we got into an argument."
Ginny stared at the both of them while trying to work out an answer to the situation. She was usually the one who did this owing to the fact that Jessika had an extremely short temper and Samantha generally refused to believe she was wrong. After a couple of minutes, Samantha cleared her throat.
"Well…"
"I've decided that Jess can keep the desk for today because she was there first. Tomorrow, if you need the desk, you can use it. We'll just switch back and forth between us. Your desk is clean and can be used to work on, so just go use that one."
Ginny glanced at Samantha, daring her to disagree. Samantha only listened to Ginny because she kept Jessika in line and if she was nice enough, Ginny might help her with her work later. Samantha nodded, shot daggers at Jessika, and then went to her desk to work. Jessika just smiled before sitting down to finish her latest poem. Ginny sighed, got dressed, and went down to the Great Hall to get some breakfast. She was a bit sidetracked along the way, though.
When Ginny had been passing the Transfiguration room, she heard the voice from last night again. Without hesitating, she flung the door open and lit up the area. No one was in there. Not even signs of the room being entered at all that day. Ginny shook her head again.
You're hearing things. There was nothing in there. You're just paranoid. Don't worry about it. You'll get through this. It's just the sounds and lights playing tricks on you.
She walked out of the room, still shaking her head, and closed the door behind her. Again, the voice came to her ears. This time, she ignored them and continued on her way to the Great Hall. When she entered, Ron came running up to her and grabbed her arm, tugging her towards the Gryffindor table.
"What the bloody hell is your problem, Ron?"
"We haven't finished our little talk," responded Ron, "or have you already forgotten about that too?"
"I remembered, but I was hoping you wouldn't."
"Well, I did. Where were you all yesterday when you were supposed to be working on a potion with Professor Snape?"
"We had to go out to the Forbidden Forest." Ginny lied quickly. She knew her brother was going to see through it if she didn't answer quickly enough for him.
"Why?!"
"He didn't have an ingredient for the potion - unicorn hair. We went out and got the hair. It took a while though because first we couldn't find a unicorn and then we needed to get the hair. It isn't all that easy."
Ron stared at her for a moment, before loosening his grip.
"I guess that you are telling the truth. I don't like you working on potions. There's no need for it."
"Whatever Ron."
Ginny shook off his grasp on her and made her way to the Gryffindor table. She got herself some breakfast and then turned to talk to Jessika. Her friend smiled at her and they began to talk away. At one point, Ron commented on how Draco was missing. Ginny almost told him where Draco was, but then realized that telling her brother where his archenemy is wasn't one of the brightest ideas. There was also the fact that she had to probably explain to Ron how she knew this.
After breakfast, Ginny and Jessika went down to the library. Apparently, Ginny wasn't the only one who was falling behind in class work. Both Jessika and Ginny had two days to finish three essays for Transfiguration, History of Magic, and Herbology. They worked for almost three hours straight. Ginny then left, after finishing two of the essays, telling her friend that she had to go talk to Professor McGonagall about their last essay. Ginny really wanted to get a chance to go down to the Infirmary and talk to Draco. She knew that no one in the Slytherin house would visit him and that she was probably one of his few real friends. The whole way to the Hospital Wing she felt eyes upon her back. She glanced over her shoulder every now and then, but she didn't see anyone or hear anything. Though, every time that she turned back around the eyes were once again upon her. She had quickened her pace to reach the room faster, and by the time she got there, she was almost at a run.
She slammed the door behind her, gaining a harsh hush from Madam Pomfrey. Ginny waved to the old nurse and made her way to Draco's room. She stepped in and looked at him. He was sleeping still, but most of the injuries had been healed. She grinned before taking his hand in hers. She sat there for about five or ten minutes, talking to the sleeping young man, no longer noticing the world around her.
When she left the Hospital Wing, the eyes and voices were back again. This time even more pronounced than before. She ran back to the Gryffindor Tower, into the 5th years dorm room, and sunk into her bed. The voice was still there, hushed but still recognizable, but the eyes that were on her were gone. She sighed for the hundredth time that day and fell into a deep sleep, forgetting the world around her.
