Rebellion:
Lost in thoughts
Disclaimer: I don NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters...
Summary: Ginny's a prefect In her fifth year. Draco's Head Boy in his Sixth year...heh heh I'm gonna have a lot of fun with this one...
And every time I think I've finally made it, I learn im farther away then I have ever been before, I see the clock and its ticking away, and the hour glass empty what the Do I have to say?
-Trapt
The blood rushed to her head as she held her breath. The only sound heard was her heartbeat loudly pounding against her eardrums. After she couldn't manage to hold her breathe any longer she released a long exhausted breath. Ginny Weasley lay on her four post bed, staring at the ceiling. Sick with boredom Ginny propped herself on her elbows and glanced around the dark dormitory. All of the other girls were fast asleep, lost in dreams, every one except Ginny.
It didn't surprise her though she rarely ever fell asleep at an appropriate time these days. Often she would go to bed early and just think for hours on. Some nights she would wander down into the common room and prop her self at a seat by the fire and drift into an imaginary state. Drearily she always forced herself back up stairs though.
This night however Ginny was wide awake, and the idea of thought bored her. Then an idea dawned on her.
When's the last time I've had a good relaxing bubble bath? She thought to herself.
The relaxing thought coursed through her and the more she thought about it the more she was set to do it. Ginny was now in her fifth year and promoted a prefect. When she was often praised by her mother. Being as it was now, she was older and more.....well..."mature.". And was asked out often. She debated wether to go or not and finally gave in.
Determined now, Ginny rolled off her bed and grabbed her wand. She shoved it in her robes and started towards the stairs. She reached the common room and headed for the portrait. "Pixie Sticks" she muttered to the portrait hole. In reply she received a loud snore and the portrait swung open. Ginny grinned and stepped out into the corridor.
***
Draco Malfoy sneered as he roamed the corridors. It just wasn't right.... Yesterday while he was in transformation with the Gryffindors he thought he'd have some fun and turn Neville Longbottem into a fly (They had a troubled time trying to catch him before they could change him back, not to mention Professor Mcgonoal had swatted at it moments before she relized who it was.)
Unfortunately, Mcgonogal wasn't as gracious as Snape and sentenced him to detention. Snape protested however and talked Professor Mcgonogal down to extra Head Boy duties. So here he was. Patrolling the halls late at night for a pathetic reason. But being a Malfoy, Draco decided to make the best of things and "patrol" the girls Prefect & Head Girls bathroom. Draco grinned wildly and headed right, testing his luck.
***
Ginny reached a large statue of a wizard in his youth. He had a crooked hat and a bushy mustache. She reached up and grasped its brass hand and pulled. The wizard leaped aside and Ginny proceeded in. The cold tiles made her shiver and she quickly made her way to the large pool like bath.
She looked around the room to see if it was empty. Large maroon drapes consumed the windows. Nope. She was all alone. Not that she expected to see anyone else at the dead of night. She carelessly tossed her clothes to the side and wrapped her self in a towel. Then she adjusted the nobs on the bath. While it filled, Ginny tended to her hair, putting it up in a bun.
When all of a sudden to her horror she heard an astonished voice. "Weasley?" It wasn't so much the voice that made her expression turn to horror, it was the person who said it.
A/N: Yeah I know...I'm evil...R&R please.
Lost in thoughts
Disclaimer: I don NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters...
Summary: Ginny's a prefect In her fifth year. Draco's Head Boy in his Sixth year...heh heh I'm gonna have a lot of fun with this one...
And every time I think I've finally made it, I learn im farther away then I have ever been before, I see the clock and its ticking away, and the hour glass empty what the Do I have to say?
-Trapt
The blood rushed to her head as she held her breath. The only sound heard was her heartbeat loudly pounding against her eardrums. After she couldn't manage to hold her breathe any longer she released a long exhausted breath. Ginny Weasley lay on her four post bed, staring at the ceiling. Sick with boredom Ginny propped herself on her elbows and glanced around the dark dormitory. All of the other girls were fast asleep, lost in dreams, every one except Ginny.
It didn't surprise her though she rarely ever fell asleep at an appropriate time these days. Often she would go to bed early and just think for hours on. Some nights she would wander down into the common room and prop her self at a seat by the fire and drift into an imaginary state. Drearily she always forced herself back up stairs though.
This night however Ginny was wide awake, and the idea of thought bored her. Then an idea dawned on her.
When's the last time I've had a good relaxing bubble bath? She thought to herself.
The relaxing thought coursed through her and the more she thought about it the more she was set to do it. Ginny was now in her fifth year and promoted a prefect. When she was often praised by her mother. Being as it was now, she was older and more.....well..."mature.". And was asked out often. She debated wether to go or not and finally gave in.
Determined now, Ginny rolled off her bed and grabbed her wand. She shoved it in her robes and started towards the stairs. She reached the common room and headed for the portrait. "Pixie Sticks" she muttered to the portrait hole. In reply she received a loud snore and the portrait swung open. Ginny grinned and stepped out into the corridor.
***
Draco Malfoy sneered as he roamed the corridors. It just wasn't right.... Yesterday while he was in transformation with the Gryffindors he thought he'd have some fun and turn Neville Longbottem into a fly (They had a troubled time trying to catch him before they could change him back, not to mention Professor Mcgonoal had swatted at it moments before she relized who it was.)
Unfortunately, Mcgonogal wasn't as gracious as Snape and sentenced him to detention. Snape protested however and talked Professor Mcgonogal down to extra Head Boy duties. So here he was. Patrolling the halls late at night for a pathetic reason. But being a Malfoy, Draco decided to make the best of things and "patrol" the girls Prefect & Head Girls bathroom. Draco grinned wildly and headed right, testing his luck.
***
Ginny reached a large statue of a wizard in his youth. He had a crooked hat and a bushy mustache. She reached up and grasped its brass hand and pulled. The wizard leaped aside and Ginny proceeded in. The cold tiles made her shiver and she quickly made her way to the large pool like bath.
She looked around the room to see if it was empty. Large maroon drapes consumed the windows. Nope. She was all alone. Not that she expected to see anyone else at the dead of night. She carelessly tossed her clothes to the side and wrapped her self in a towel. Then she adjusted the nobs on the bath. While it filled, Ginny tended to her hair, putting it up in a bun.
When all of a sudden to her horror she heard an astonished voice. "Weasley?" It wasn't so much the voice that made her expression turn to horror, it was the person who said it.
A/N: Yeah I know...I'm evil...R&R please.