Ginny rolled over in her bed that Sunday morning, smiling to herself. Having thought it over the night before, Ginny decided that what Hermione had said was correct. Hermione was never wrong. Ginny put on her best robes and went over to the window. Rain. Huge black clouds rolled over the sky like churning waves in the ocean. Lightening stuck now and then followed by monstrous bursts of thunder. The grounds looked black, even though it was 10:00 in the morning. But nothing could ruin this day for Ginny. She was walking on air! Ginny pranced over to her suitcase and took out her hairbrush. After brushing her hair for a lengthy amount of time, Ginny felt presentable to go outside of her bed chambers. Looking around, she could not find anyone in the common rooms. 'Hmm, that's odd,' Ginny thought pleasantly to herself. She then decided to wait and see if anyone would come out of their bed chambers before she actually went downstairs to breakfast. Thinking much about Hermione's words, Ginny smiled, sat on an overstuffed chair, and thought about Draco. She decided to plan what to say when she saw him today. She also decided that she would confess to him. "Hello Draco." No, too formal. "Hey, Draco." That's good. Now what to say after this? "I just wanted to tell you that I think you are the hottest guy in the whole school and I love you so much!" Definitely not. "Draco, I think I like you as more than just a friend. I heard you felt the same way about me…" 'Oh this is hard,' Ginny thought quietly.

            Just then, Harry burst out of his bedchambers with Ron following behind him. They exchanged 'hellos' as Harry and Ron ran to breakfast shouting, "I hope the feast isn't over yet!" Bored, and tired of waiting for apparently no one, Ginny walked pleasantly toward the portrait hole and exited.

            As Ginny walked down the stairs two steps at a time she noticed something strange. There was a painful silence enveloping the school. 'What's going on? I'm sure no one is outside…it's raining,' Ginny was very curious now. As she entered the Great Hall, she felt a melancholy wave wash over her. Everyone was sitting at the table as usual, but it seemed as if they were in slow motion. Barely any one was eating; they merely picked up their food, then watched it fall, and continued this cycle over and over again. Ginny carefully and slowly walked closer to her seat at the Gryffindor table next to Hermione. As she neared the table, tiny trails of tears were visible on Hermione and many other's faces. Ginny sat down next to Hermione just as she lifted her head. The look on Hermione's face was a look of horror, grief, and remorse. Ginny had never seen Hermione look so sad before. But as Ginny slowly looked around, she noticed almost everyone at the table had the same expression on their face.

            "Um, Hermione? What's going on?" Ginny whispered tensely. Hermione solemnly asked Ginny to follow her and led her slowly into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Myrtle was cackling disturbingly for some strange reason, but Ginny did not care to question why.

            "Hermione are you okay?" Ginny inquired to Hermione's stressed and tired face.

            "No Ginny," Hermione sighed softly as she bit her lip. Fighting tears, she managed her pale, drained lips to whisper, "Draco was murdered."