A/N: Hey, sorry this took so long. I think it should be a rule that if you read it then you HAVE to review it. Lol.
Chapter 2: relationships
Ginny made her way back down the dark corridor and through the portrait hole, lead only by a small beam of white light, for the torches had been extinguished long ago. She pulled the curtains closed as she climbed upon her bed and sat just thinking to herself until she drifted off to sleep.
It wasn't that she didn't like the stranger; she just needed to be alone. She had been in a daze because the dream had been extremely real this time, and was not truly aware of what had happened until the next morning.
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"Hey Gin, what's up?" Harry ran to catch up with her and put an arm around her shoulder. "You wanna come to the ball with me"
"Harry, who else would I go with?"
They had both faced the dark lord Voldemort, but unlike Harry, she was not infinitely popular. Most other students still avoided her except for he closest friends despite the fact that she had grown into a womanlier figure and was defiantly not bad looking.
"Oh yea-well see you later." He and Ron both strolled away towards the great hall for lunch. Ginny turned to Hermione.
"Hermione! Did you hear that? Harry just asked me the ball. Harry Potter!" Hermione however was not listening, but staring after the boys with a gazed look on her face. "Herm? Are you there?" Her head snapped up as the guys turned the corner and out of view.
"Oh-Yea, that's great Gin! He really does like you, you know."
"But what about you? You finally gonna go with Ron?"
"NO!"
"Don't pretend Herm. I can still tell that you like him. But why, God only knows. I really don't understand it. He is a complete pig and baby!"
"I never said I liked him."
"You didn't need to. I could tell by your face."
"Shut up. Lets just go to lunch." She changed the subject.
Ginny didn't let the argument bring her down though, and she was constantly reminding herself: //Harry asked me out! Harry Potter!// Yes they had been the best of friends ever since he had saved her and had even planned on asking him to the dance herself, but she was still in shock.
For the first time since she could remember she slept sound through the entire night. To her disappointment, this did not last long. She lived two lives, each completely different. By day she remained cheerful and in contact with the world, by night alone in her own world, terrified to sleep.
The dreams returned to her and she returned to the tower nightly, and ever since the night she had first met the stranger, he had always been there. Their conversations still resembled their first and they spoke little but still learned a lot about the other, until one night she decided to tell him. They sat a few feet apart on the cold stone, and she poured it all out to him. She had never told anyone about the dreams before, except Harry.
"So that's why I come here." She finished explaining to him.
"Wow." is all he said. " So, it was the d-dark lord."
"Yea."
"You'd better go, I think I heard some one coming." He didn't look at her as she got up to leave. She turned to him one last time. "Thanks." She said and left. She didn't turn on her light as a precaution and felt her way back to the portrait hole. She met no one.
Chapter 2: relationships
Ginny made her way back down the dark corridor and through the portrait hole, lead only by a small beam of white light, for the torches had been extinguished long ago. She pulled the curtains closed as she climbed upon her bed and sat just thinking to herself until she drifted off to sleep.
It wasn't that she didn't like the stranger; she just needed to be alone. She had been in a daze because the dream had been extremely real this time, and was not truly aware of what had happened until the next morning.
***
"Hey Gin, what's up?" Harry ran to catch up with her and put an arm around her shoulder. "You wanna come to the ball with me"
"Harry, who else would I go with?"
They had both faced the dark lord Voldemort, but unlike Harry, she was not infinitely popular. Most other students still avoided her except for he closest friends despite the fact that she had grown into a womanlier figure and was defiantly not bad looking.
"Oh yea-well see you later." He and Ron both strolled away towards the great hall for lunch. Ginny turned to Hermione.
"Hermione! Did you hear that? Harry just asked me the ball. Harry Potter!" Hermione however was not listening, but staring after the boys with a gazed look on her face. "Herm? Are you there?" Her head snapped up as the guys turned the corner and out of view.
"Oh-Yea, that's great Gin! He really does like you, you know."
"But what about you? You finally gonna go with Ron?"
"NO!"
"Don't pretend Herm. I can still tell that you like him. But why, God only knows. I really don't understand it. He is a complete pig and baby!"
"I never said I liked him."
"You didn't need to. I could tell by your face."
"Shut up. Lets just go to lunch." She changed the subject.
Ginny didn't let the argument bring her down though, and she was constantly reminding herself: //Harry asked me out! Harry Potter!// Yes they had been the best of friends ever since he had saved her and had even planned on asking him to the dance herself, but she was still in shock.
For the first time since she could remember she slept sound through the entire night. To her disappointment, this did not last long. She lived two lives, each completely different. By day she remained cheerful and in contact with the world, by night alone in her own world, terrified to sleep.
The dreams returned to her and she returned to the tower nightly, and ever since the night she had first met the stranger, he had always been there. Their conversations still resembled their first and they spoke little but still learned a lot about the other, until one night she decided to tell him. They sat a few feet apart on the cold stone, and she poured it all out to him. She had never told anyone about the dreams before, except Harry.
"So that's why I come here." She finished explaining to him.
"Wow." is all he said. " So, it was the d-dark lord."
"Yea."
"You'd better go, I think I heard some one coming." He didn't look at her as she got up to leave. She turned to him one last time. "Thanks." She said and left. She didn't turn on her light as a precaution and felt her way back to the portrait hole. She met no one.