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This is my first FanFic ever so, bear with me.
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* Quiproquo = misunderstanding
- Tu m'aimes?! - (You love me ?!)
Chapter 7- Quiproquo
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She was falling. On and on and on... But where was she? Was she still on the pitch? Maybe she was dying... She opened her eyes again, but her vision was blurry. And then it stopped.
All was darkness and she had landed onto something soft, a mattress. Where was she?! She tried to shout for help but no sound would come. She tried to feel her way around what seemed to be a bed, groping wildly. And then she froze. She thought she had heard something. It was faint at first, but as she listened, it grew louder and louder... Ssssssssss... Sssss... A hiss, a familiar hiss. Immobilised by her fear, she dared not breathe. It came closer and closer, she could hear the hissing getting louder, it was coming for her... The basilisk would come for her... It would try to kill her... It would all happen again, just like in the Chamber... But there would be nobody to help her, nobody to hear her scream... Harry would not come to save her this time. And then she saw them, the two gigantic yellow eyes that had haunted her dreams for so many years. It had found her. She tried to scream again but it was useless. She closed her eyes and brought her hands to her face but even then the ghostly orbs were still there, gaping at her hungrily. She could feel the creatures breath on her skin. « I'm going to die, to die... » she thought, crying silently. This was all just like in the Chamber, she felt weak, so weak but this time it was different, nobody would see her cry, nobody would help her...
And then she heard yet another hiss, but this time, it was a feline one. Startled, she looked around frantically. A white shape was moving fast, towards them. The Basilisk gave out an angry hiss and moved away from her, slithering towards the shape. She gave out a silent sigh and let her hands fall onto the bed. One of her hands had landed onto something... A wand ! Brandishing it, she shouted 'Lumos' but the words wouldn't come. Had she been able to, she would have cursed. The two beasts were fighting and Ginny didn't know what to do. She felt so powerless. She would have liked to help her mysterious saviour... She brought her hands to her ears as they screamed, hissed and growled. Ginny couldn't tell which side was winning but she knew she had to believe that the white feline would save her...
Suddenly, the Basilisk gave out one last howl of defeat and all was silent again. Ginny felt something rub against her and heard a faint purr. When she opened her eyes again, her eyes met silver ones. « Eris? » She whispered. In front of her stood a lithe feline that resembled a panther but also the cute little kitten she had seen a few days back.
« I don't know what I'd do without you... » said a faraway voice...
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« Ron, Ron ! She's opening her eyes, look ! » came Harry's voice.
« Mmph... Where am I?! » whispered Ginny as she opened her eyes.
It had been a dream, just a dream. She tried to sit up to see where she was but, as she did so, she felt a sharp pain on her left side.
« Owww.. » she muttered as she lay back down.
« You're at the hospital wing, Gin. Don't you remember? the Quidditch match? you were brilliant ! »
//Quidditch? A match...// And then she remembered. Yes, she had been playing, and she had even scored ! And then she had been hit... And caught... Harry must have caught her. Yes that was it.
« Too bad you weren't paying attention though... Even if I do find the Seekers more interesting than the game myself. » said Hermione, eying Harry cheekily.
Had they seen? Did they know she had been staring at Draco? //No, they still think I have a crush on Harry... Silly people.//
Ignoring the pain, she sat up and hugged a now blushing Harry.
« Thanks for catching me... »
She froze. A little further away from her bed stood the one person she hadn't expected to see.
« What are you doing here? » she said.
//It's his fault if I fell... All his fault// Had he come to taunt her, to gloat?
« Oh, so you think St Potter saved you? » said the blond Slytherin, failing to hide the fact that her last statement had hurt him.
« Why, of course he did? Didn't you, Harry? »
Harry turned away, still blushing.
« Gin, I ... » he began.
« ... He caught the Snitch instead. » said Draco loudly as he walked out of the Infirmary.