Dreamless Sleep
Chapter Two
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Ginny stumbled blindly back to her common room. There was no way she could have noticed the couple that was making out, quite shamelessly, in the hallway. They noticed her when she tripped over her own two feet.
"Who's there?" a now painfully familiar voice called out. What was the famous Harry Potter doing out of bed at this hour?
"It's probably nothing, Harry."a girl's voice answered. Ginny couldn't recognize the second person be their voice alone, but she knew she had heard that high-pitched voice before.
"I could have sworn that I heard something…"
"Oh, well. It doesn't really matter. Now where were we…"
After hearing the voice again, Ginny was able to identify her. She was a Gryffindor in her Seventh year, and was pulling Harry's head down for another kiss.
Ginny's eyes filled with tears as she ran down the hallway in the opposite direction, completely forgetting about going to bed.
Everyone's favorite Potions Master was patrolling the hallways, looking for any students ignorant enough to be out of bed on his night to wander the corridors. He heard her pounding footsteps and loud sobbing before he could tell who she was. As soon as she stepped into the light provided by his wand, the saw her fire-like Weasely red hair.
"What are you still doing out of bed?" he growled out the last of the sentence.
"There's no point anymore, is there? No one could ever possibly want me. Is a little bit of affection from anyone too much to ask?" The small girl lifted searching eyes to his face.
"Huh?" he was , to say the least, shocked. What in the world was she talking about?
"I knew that after the Chamber, things were going to be different, ya know? I never knew that everyone would ignore me. I feel like an idiot when my own brother doesn't have time for me. Is there something wrong with me? Or am I just nor 'friend material'? Are people afraid of me, or is it just impossible to like me?"
Without fully being aware of what she was doing, she wrapped her arms around the nearest source of warmth and comfort, Severus Snape.
At first he flinched away from the unexpected human contact, staring down at the top of her head incredulously. Just wanting her to let go, he sighed and said, "I'll make you a deal. I'll listen to any of your 'problems' and you'll work for me in your spare time. Will you let go now?"
He was hoping that if he promised her attention she would stop hugging him.
"Seriously?" she asked, lifting her head from her chest and loosening her grip on his waist.
"Yes." Oh, the things he must suffer. The sad part is, he brought this upon himself….
