Uninformed
Indeed, Harry did not slip out from behind his curtain until he was absolutely sure everyone had left that following morning. He ignored everyone all day, not even mouthing off to Malfoy when he made nasty comments. By the end of the day, Harry felt like dying. Eyes staring at the floor, he darted through the Gryffindor common room and up the staircase to the boys' dormitories. Harry climbed up on his four poster and closed the curtain around him.
About thirty minutes had passed before he heard shuffling outside his curtain. Careful not to look obvious, he genty pulled back a small portion of the curtain, just enough to see Ron walk haphazardly to his bed and laid down upon it, staring at the ceiling. Harry watched as Ron clasped his hands to his face and made a low grunting sound. A little while later, Dean Thomas came in the room with a piece of pumpkin pie. That reminded Harry, he hadn't gonee to dinner. He was hungry. The aroma of the sweet delicious looking pie filled the room.
"What's up?" Dean asked Ron in a worried tone.
"Nothing," Ron answered.
"Alright, well... I just came up here to get everyone down to the common room. Professor McGonagal said it was urgent she spoke with everyone. You espcially."
"Why me?" Ron seemed flaberghasted.
"You're a prefect. Why wouldn't she want to talk to you?" Dean said matter-of-factly.
"Oh yeah.. right." Dean left the room, leaving Ron and Harry alone. Ron gave a heavy sigh and slowly minipulated himself out of bed and down the staircase. After a minute or so, Harry followed.
Down in the common room stood all of Gryffindor, even Professor McGonagal herself (not in the fireplace). Once she was sure everyone was there, she spoke.
"I have some excellent news for all of you. The rules that applied earlier are no longer valid. I advise all of you to go about your ways before this silly mess ever started. I don't even know how it came up in the first place. Gryffindor prefects please step forward. I need to discuss something with the both of you." Ron stepped out from the crowd but Hermione seemed to be nowhere around. "Where is Miss Hermione Granger?" No one answewred her.
"She's probably in the library," Harry said suddenly. "I could... er... get her for you."
"Would you please?" Harry nodded and walked out from behind the portrait of the Fat Lady. Hermione had to be in the library. Where else would she be? The dinner feast had ended not too long ago so she most likely would not be in the Great Hall. Harry turned the corner onto the hall in which the library sat. Heaving a big sigh, he turned the doorknob. The library was exceptionally quiet for, as far as Harry could see, not a single student was there. He looked over to the librarian's desk. She wasn't there either.
"Hermione?" he called. No answer. He scanned the rows upon rows of books all the way from Absolete Tonics to Zulu and the Wala Boda. Harry reached the last row but didn't bother to check it. He didn't think Hermione would be there either. But as he turned to leave, he heard someone giggle. It was a girl's voice, soft yet shrill. It was coming from the back row. Harry crept toward the end of the row and peeked around the shelf. At the far end, way back in the corner, was Ginny. She wasn't alone. With her was a boy, though Harry couldn't see his face, he could tell by his robes that the boy was from the Gryffindor house also. Harry went in the next row and scooted down to get a better look. As silently as he possibly could, Harry removed a book that blocked the two from view. Ginny was facing Harry, but she didn't look at him. She was too busy kissing the boy from Gryffindor. Just glance this way! he thought, Just turn towards me! But the boy stood with his back to Harry. Ginny, however, after an incredibly long snogging session, glanced over in his direction but didn't pay any mind. Suddenly, she froze and her smile faded. Her skin turned a pale white and eyes widened as if she were in a horror movie.
"Oh my God," she mouthed.
"What is it? What's the matter?" said the boy, in an almost too farmiliar voice.
"Look behind you," she whispered. And so he did. He jumped at the sight of Harry, toppling over a barrel full of Wizarding Candy Delights: Make fun for Your Friends!
"Holy cricket!" he cried, trying to shove the sweet smelling books back in the barrel. Harry moved from his hiding spot and put the book back in its place. Harry, head down, went into their own lane. He felt so ashamed yet shocked at the same time. Ginny? he thought. But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't form the words to say it.
"Wha... how... why... but.. um.. er.. uh.." was all that escaped Harry's mouth.
"Harry, I know it looks decieving. But it's not what it looks like! We were just-" Ginny started.
"Snogging," said Dean. Ginny smacked him.
"Kissing!" she corrected him. They stood there for the longest time before anyone spoke. Harry was the first.
"I thought... I thought that-that you and Seamus were together, Ginny," he stated cooly.
"Well, we...are," Ginny flushed.
"So you are-" Harry shifted his feet.
"Cheating-" Dean croaked. Ginny smacked him again.
"Er... I guess it would be cheating, wouldn't it?" Dean gave her a hateful look.
"Ginny, could I talk to you for a moment?" Harry asked her. She nodded and followed him to another section of the empty library. "What are you doing?! Not only are you cheating with Seamus, you're cheating on him with his best friend!" Harry tried to keep his voice down but it was nearly impossible since everything echoed.
"I know! I made a mistake! It's just that I like them both very much and I don't exactly know who to choose!" Ginny whined.
"It's still not right!" he slammed his fist in the shelf above Ginny's shoulder and kept it there. "You're not suppose to do this, Ginny! Never!" she started to speak. "Ever!"
"I know it's wrong, but please, Harry, don't tell anyone? Please? If you did, my life would be ruined for sure!"
"I assume that's why Ron is mad at you? And won't speak of you? Like you're not even on the same planet!" Ginny winced. Harry could tell he was yelling at her but he didn't care. "Did he catch you in a little snogging session too?" Ginny was near to tears, and it took great strength to nod as she pulled a loose hair out of her face.
"I'm sorry," she whimpered, "so sorry..." Harry put his face to hers, making it impossible for her to look away from his eyes.
"It's not right," he said to her in a more concerned tone. "Please, if you have any sense, don't do it ag-" He suddenly stopped talking for the door to the library opened and in walked who other than Draco Malfoy and his Slytherin cronies Crabbe and Goyle. Instantly, he turned to face the two. At first there was a look of complete shock stamped to his face, but it then turned to a cold sneer. This cold rushed through Harry's body, but he returned it by giving Malfoy a hating stare.
Suddenly, Malfoy turned around and raced out of the library with a pair of bewildered bulls trying to catch up behind him. Harry immediately ran after him. What on earth could that have been about? he thought. He then faced Ginny.
"Go to the Gryffindor common room," he then confronted Dean who was confused as them all, "You stay here with me. We'll go back together. It'll look too suspicious if we all go back as one group." "Really?" Ginny asked excitedly.
"Yeah. Don't ever say I didn't make promises," Harry gulped. He didn't think this was the right thing to do, but it was the only choice at the time.
"Oh Harry!" Ginny squeaked, and wrapped her arms around him in a giant hug. Only too unfortunate for them, the door creaked open once more to reveal Serverus Snape, Harry's most hated teacher at Hogwarts. Ginny let go and stood solid, light sweat appearing on her forehead. At that precise moment, a cruel snarl escaped from Malfoy's mouth, revealing himself behind Snape.
"I see," Snape uttered in a dangerously low tone.
Indeed, Harry did not slip out from behind his curtain until he was absolutely sure everyone had left that following morning. He ignored everyone all day, not even mouthing off to Malfoy when he made nasty comments. By the end of the day, Harry felt like dying. Eyes staring at the floor, he darted through the Gryffindor common room and up the staircase to the boys' dormitories. Harry climbed up on his four poster and closed the curtain around him.
About thirty minutes had passed before he heard shuffling outside his curtain. Careful not to look obvious, he genty pulled back a small portion of the curtain, just enough to see Ron walk haphazardly to his bed and laid down upon it, staring at the ceiling. Harry watched as Ron clasped his hands to his face and made a low grunting sound. A little while later, Dean Thomas came in the room with a piece of pumpkin pie. That reminded Harry, he hadn't gonee to dinner. He was hungry. The aroma of the sweet delicious looking pie filled the room.
"What's up?" Dean asked Ron in a worried tone.
"Nothing," Ron answered.
"Alright, well... I just came up here to get everyone down to the common room. Professor McGonagal said it was urgent she spoke with everyone. You espcially."
"Why me?" Ron seemed flaberghasted.
"You're a prefect. Why wouldn't she want to talk to you?" Dean said matter-of-factly.
"Oh yeah.. right." Dean left the room, leaving Ron and Harry alone. Ron gave a heavy sigh and slowly minipulated himself out of bed and down the staircase. After a minute or so, Harry followed.
Down in the common room stood all of Gryffindor, even Professor McGonagal herself (not in the fireplace). Once she was sure everyone was there, she spoke.
"I have some excellent news for all of you. The rules that applied earlier are no longer valid. I advise all of you to go about your ways before this silly mess ever started. I don't even know how it came up in the first place. Gryffindor prefects please step forward. I need to discuss something with the both of you." Ron stepped out from the crowd but Hermione seemed to be nowhere around. "Where is Miss Hermione Granger?" No one answewred her.
"She's probably in the library," Harry said suddenly. "I could... er... get her for you."
"Would you please?" Harry nodded and walked out from behind the portrait of the Fat Lady. Hermione had to be in the library. Where else would she be? The dinner feast had ended not too long ago so she most likely would not be in the Great Hall. Harry turned the corner onto the hall in which the library sat. Heaving a big sigh, he turned the doorknob. The library was exceptionally quiet for, as far as Harry could see, not a single student was there. He looked over to the librarian's desk. She wasn't there either.
"Hermione?" he called. No answer. He scanned the rows upon rows of books all the way from Absolete Tonics to Zulu and the Wala Boda. Harry reached the last row but didn't bother to check it. He didn't think Hermione would be there either. But as he turned to leave, he heard someone giggle. It was a girl's voice, soft yet shrill. It was coming from the back row. Harry crept toward the end of the row and peeked around the shelf. At the far end, way back in the corner, was Ginny. She wasn't alone. With her was a boy, though Harry couldn't see his face, he could tell by his robes that the boy was from the Gryffindor house also. Harry went in the next row and scooted down to get a better look. As silently as he possibly could, Harry removed a book that blocked the two from view. Ginny was facing Harry, but she didn't look at him. She was too busy kissing the boy from Gryffindor. Just glance this way! he thought, Just turn towards me! But the boy stood with his back to Harry. Ginny, however, after an incredibly long snogging session, glanced over in his direction but didn't pay any mind. Suddenly, she froze and her smile faded. Her skin turned a pale white and eyes widened as if she were in a horror movie.
"Oh my God," she mouthed.
"What is it? What's the matter?" said the boy, in an almost too farmiliar voice.
"Look behind you," she whispered. And so he did. He jumped at the sight of Harry, toppling over a barrel full of Wizarding Candy Delights: Make fun for Your Friends!
"Holy cricket!" he cried, trying to shove the sweet smelling books back in the barrel. Harry moved from his hiding spot and put the book back in its place. Harry, head down, went into their own lane. He felt so ashamed yet shocked at the same time. Ginny? he thought. But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't form the words to say it.
"Wha... how... why... but.. um.. er.. uh.." was all that escaped Harry's mouth.
"Harry, I know it looks decieving. But it's not what it looks like! We were just-" Ginny started.
"Snogging," said Dean. Ginny smacked him.
"Kissing!" she corrected him. They stood there for the longest time before anyone spoke. Harry was the first.
"I thought... I thought that-that you and Seamus were together, Ginny," he stated cooly.
"Well, we...are," Ginny flushed.
"So you are-" Harry shifted his feet.
"Cheating-" Dean croaked. Ginny smacked him again.
"Er... I guess it would be cheating, wouldn't it?" Dean gave her a hateful look.
"Ginny, could I talk to you for a moment?" Harry asked her. She nodded and followed him to another section of the empty library. "What are you doing?! Not only are you cheating with Seamus, you're cheating on him with his best friend!" Harry tried to keep his voice down but it was nearly impossible since everything echoed.
"I know! I made a mistake! It's just that I like them both very much and I don't exactly know who to choose!" Ginny whined.
"It's still not right!" he slammed his fist in the shelf above Ginny's shoulder and kept it there. "You're not suppose to do this, Ginny! Never!" she started to speak. "Ever!"
"I know it's wrong, but please, Harry, don't tell anyone? Please? If you did, my life would be ruined for sure!"
"I assume that's why Ron is mad at you? And won't speak of you? Like you're not even on the same planet!" Ginny winced. Harry could tell he was yelling at her but he didn't care. "Did he catch you in a little snogging session too?" Ginny was near to tears, and it took great strength to nod as she pulled a loose hair out of her face.
"I'm sorry," she whimpered, "so sorry..." Harry put his face to hers, making it impossible for her to look away from his eyes.
"It's not right," he said to her in a more concerned tone. "Please, if you have any sense, don't do it ag-" He suddenly stopped talking for the door to the library opened and in walked who other than Draco Malfoy and his Slytherin cronies Crabbe and Goyle. Instantly, he turned to face the two. At first there was a look of complete shock stamped to his face, but it then turned to a cold sneer. This cold rushed through Harry's body, but he returned it by giving Malfoy a hating stare.
Suddenly, Malfoy turned around and raced out of the library with a pair of bewildered bulls trying to catch up behind him. Harry immediately ran after him. What on earth could that have been about? he thought. He then faced Ginny.
"Go to the Gryffindor common room," he then confronted Dean who was confused as them all, "You stay here with me. We'll go back together. It'll look too suspicious if we all go back as one group." "Really?" Ginny asked excitedly.
"Yeah. Don't ever say I didn't make promises," Harry gulped. He didn't think this was the right thing to do, but it was the only choice at the time.
"Oh Harry!" Ginny squeaked, and wrapped her arms around him in a giant hug. Only too unfortunate for them, the door creaked open once more to reveal Serverus Snape, Harry's most hated teacher at Hogwarts. Ginny let go and stood solid, light sweat appearing on her forehead. At that precise moment, a cruel snarl escaped from Malfoy's mouth, revealing himself behind Snape.
"I see," Snape uttered in a dangerously low tone.