Ginny stared at the corners of the wall for what seemed like years.
Although the memories flooded her mind for only a few seconds, their depths
still hung about her. Her eyes were stained so badly with tears that her
skin was red, and too moist to the touch. Her mascara had run past the
tips of her cheeks, and she could almost feel it intertwine with the folds
of her red bangs.
Once Draco had left, she fell down into the little corner, pressing her legs against her chest. She had been there for a few hours, crying and screaming at the top of her lungs. But now, she couldn't cry anymore. Her eyes were in so much pain that they couldn't be drenched with tears any longer.
How could this have happened? She thought to herself, grabbing at her hair. How could she have been so incredibly stupid?
But you know you never let him talk, her conscience whispered. He might have had something to say. Something to change the way you feel.
That's a lie, she shot back. She grabbed a pillow and stuffed it to her face. How could he possibly have something to say? She thought. What, would it be, "Oh, Ginny, I'm sorry for ruining your life. I just figured that since you were just a Weasley that it wouldn't matter."
Just the thought of him saying that made her eyes become seared in pain as tears sprung forward. She rolled over to her side, lying with her legs still close to her chest.
"Ginny?" A girlish voice cried out. "Ginny! Ginny, what's wrong?"
Hermione ran across the room from the doorway, a shocked look crossing her face. She grabbed Ginny comfortingly. "Ginny, what happened? You're a total wreck!"
With those words, Ginny flashed an angry look to Hermione, who only smirked in annoyance. She pulled away from Hermione. "I'm fine." She said, flashing another angry look towards her.
It wasn't that Ginny didn't like Hermione. Well, actually, it was, now that she thought about it. But it wasn't because she was incredibly smart. You know, actually, that would make sense to not like her as well, but that wasn't the main reason. It was because she was always all over Ron. Every minute of her life, she was surrounded by the fact that if she opened a closet, she would find them there, making out, or doing worse. Ginny shuddered as she remembered a moment when they were doing worse. If that's not creepy, she didn't know what was.
But another reason that broke her faith to Hermione was that she wasn't her friend. They didn't hang out or watch movies, or even talk about the damn weather. All Hermione did was find Ginny in strange moments where she thought that she could bail Ginny out. Where she thought that Ginny needed a piece of her strange world of ongoing advice.
But what always hurt Ginny the most is that she did need it. Right now, she needed someone. She looked up to the ceiling and mouthed, Why?
She turned back to Hermione, who had obviously been hurt be Ginny's reactions. Oh, just hit me with a train, she thought to herself. "How was your day, Hermione?" She asked, patience filling her shrewd voice.
Hermione gave her a strange face of curiosity, but then backed away. "I was with everyone else at Diagon Alley. Why weren't you there, Ginny?"
Ginny mocked Hermione's face of curiosity. "Why should I be there? I don't remember being told what was going on."
Then Hermione became very confused. "Ginny! How could you forget! Everybody in Gryffindor was supposed to go to cheer on the quidditch team! Tomorrow is their last game of the season, you know."
Ginny gasped. "I didn't really miss it, did I? You know I love the quidditch ceremonies!"
But then an inevitable thought hit Ginny. "But that's all right. I wasn't missed anyway." She said sadly, as she pushed herself off the floor, and walked towards the bathroom.
"Oh, really?" Hermione smiled. "And I suppose that Harry counts as one who didn't miss you? He asked for you the entire time."
Ginny stopped in her tracks. "Why?" She asked, being incredibly confused. Why would Harry be asking for her? They hadn't talked in...well.months. And she stopped having feelings for him a long time ago. "Is there something he needed to borrow?"
Hermione smiled. "All he said was to tell you that he would be waiting for you by The Owl Post at 12:00."
"Is that why you're here?" Ginny asked angrily.
Hermione's smile became as big as a banana. "Yep." She turned to leave. "Oh, yeah. Ron also sends a message. He says that you need to dodge everyone in Slytherin and help him find Fred and George."
"Why?" Ginny asked.
Hermione sighed. "They're using his mirror to make porn videos."
Ginny almost asked another why, but was slammed by the first answer. I swear, Ginny thought as Hermione left, if I don't kill one of my brothers, they'll kill me first.
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Blaise sat in the dark room for hours on end. Though he had tried to slip past his unearthly shackles, they held tight to his wrists, leaving undying red marks against them. He had been in the room for what seemed like years, and although he heard the voices whispering outside the door, they seemed so distant, as if they were spread across countries.
Yet still he could hear their every word, and although one voice sounded very familiar, the other was quite mysterious.
"Kill him." The stranger whispered.
"But sir," the other stammered, "he has done nothing. He hasn't even seen us. If we just-"
Suddenly, his voice was cut off by the other one choking him.
"Get rid of him, or I'll get rid of you." He breathed, screaming over the loud sounds of the other's gasps for breath.
Finally, the other was dropped to the ground. "Sir, I was never sent here to kill, only to start the damage. Death was never a part of our agreement." He wheezed. His words were brave to Blaise, but he knew that the other stranger was obviously strong, which made the words stupid, also.
He heard the stronger stranger laugh. "Unfortunately for you, the first plan didn't work. We only agreed to the first plan on job description, so I just happen to be adding more to it, is all."
"I am sorry sir, but I am no murderer."
"Fine. For that boy's life, I'll double your pay. I'll even make you head boy."
"You can't-"
"Oh, yes I can. You see, I have great power with the school. They listen to me greatly. My opinion is not cancelled out. You will be what I request, hands down."
There was a long silence. But just as Blaise gave up hope, a voice broke the silence.
"I will do it then. Give me the dagger."
"Use your wand."
"No, I need the dagger. I can store it easier and clean it. Why are you fidgeting, where is my dagger?"
"Boy, use something else. I put it somewhere to fix the relationship."
The smaller voice went quiet. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the fact that Draco loves the girl we've been trying to kill the entire time! Why do you think he didn't do what he was told in the first place? He actually has feelings for the little wench!" The older stranger screamed. "But don't worry," he whispered calmly. "I put an end to it. She knows now. She knows who was going to kill her."
"But, he wasn't-"
"What she doesn't know can't hurt her. Well," the stranger laughed maliciously, grabbing the younger boy again; "at least it can kill her."
"And if our plan works well this time, she'll be dead before tomorrow."
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Harry had been running down the alley, dodging old, empty trashcans. Even though he had passed by seven, and had only actually hit.six, he knew that he wasn't fooling anybody. Without his glasses, he was useless.
His glasses had been missing for a month. Many had asked him if it was some sort of new fashion for him, and he said yes. But that wasn't true. He lost his glasses when he was ambushed.
It all happened when he was walking to quidditch practice. He was just walking along, minding his own business, when bonk.which was what it really sounded like.so anyway, bonk! He was hit on the head. He was unconscious for a couple of hours until the Ravenclaw quidditch team found him lying there like a complete idiot.
When he woke up in the hospital wing, everything was blurry. And unfortunately, it stayed that way.
Ever since then, he couldn't figure out who would take his glasses. And what would they use them for? I mean, he had been mobbed by crazy fans before, but they had never taken anything as special as his glasses.
All he knew was that it would never happen to him again. He would be way more perceptive.
But when he thought about the situation again, he figured it couldn't have been fans. It was the day right before Ginny was attacked. That's when he realized that the two were connected.
He was on his way right then to meet Ginny, hoping the Hermione had found her and given her his message.
As Harry began to run faster, he couldn't see the figures fast enough to stop.
.Bonk.
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Blaise's eyes seemed to scream with frustration before he was blindfolded.
But after the blindfold was taken off, he realized that they had drug someone else in the room with him. Sadly, they didn't put anything over his mouth like they did to Blaise. They just simply placed shackles on his wrist, across from Blaise.
Blaise rolled his eyes when he realized that it was Harry Potter.
Blaise watched as the 'wonder boy' became conscious.
"Oh," he moaned, "what happened?" He asked, as he grabbed his head, squinting. "All I remember is someone hitting me.and."
Harry could hear Blaise laughing at him. Not only had he been ambushed AGAIN, but he had also been captured.
"Well, holy shit."
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Once Draco had left, she fell down into the little corner, pressing her legs against her chest. She had been there for a few hours, crying and screaming at the top of her lungs. But now, she couldn't cry anymore. Her eyes were in so much pain that they couldn't be drenched with tears any longer.
How could this have happened? She thought to herself, grabbing at her hair. How could she have been so incredibly stupid?
But you know you never let him talk, her conscience whispered. He might have had something to say. Something to change the way you feel.
That's a lie, she shot back. She grabbed a pillow and stuffed it to her face. How could he possibly have something to say? She thought. What, would it be, "Oh, Ginny, I'm sorry for ruining your life. I just figured that since you were just a Weasley that it wouldn't matter."
Just the thought of him saying that made her eyes become seared in pain as tears sprung forward. She rolled over to her side, lying with her legs still close to her chest.
"Ginny?" A girlish voice cried out. "Ginny! Ginny, what's wrong?"
Hermione ran across the room from the doorway, a shocked look crossing her face. She grabbed Ginny comfortingly. "Ginny, what happened? You're a total wreck!"
With those words, Ginny flashed an angry look to Hermione, who only smirked in annoyance. She pulled away from Hermione. "I'm fine." She said, flashing another angry look towards her.
It wasn't that Ginny didn't like Hermione. Well, actually, it was, now that she thought about it. But it wasn't because she was incredibly smart. You know, actually, that would make sense to not like her as well, but that wasn't the main reason. It was because she was always all over Ron. Every minute of her life, she was surrounded by the fact that if she opened a closet, she would find them there, making out, or doing worse. Ginny shuddered as she remembered a moment when they were doing worse. If that's not creepy, she didn't know what was.
But another reason that broke her faith to Hermione was that she wasn't her friend. They didn't hang out or watch movies, or even talk about the damn weather. All Hermione did was find Ginny in strange moments where she thought that she could bail Ginny out. Where she thought that Ginny needed a piece of her strange world of ongoing advice.
But what always hurt Ginny the most is that she did need it. Right now, she needed someone. She looked up to the ceiling and mouthed, Why?
She turned back to Hermione, who had obviously been hurt be Ginny's reactions. Oh, just hit me with a train, she thought to herself. "How was your day, Hermione?" She asked, patience filling her shrewd voice.
Hermione gave her a strange face of curiosity, but then backed away. "I was with everyone else at Diagon Alley. Why weren't you there, Ginny?"
Ginny mocked Hermione's face of curiosity. "Why should I be there? I don't remember being told what was going on."
Then Hermione became very confused. "Ginny! How could you forget! Everybody in Gryffindor was supposed to go to cheer on the quidditch team! Tomorrow is their last game of the season, you know."
Ginny gasped. "I didn't really miss it, did I? You know I love the quidditch ceremonies!"
But then an inevitable thought hit Ginny. "But that's all right. I wasn't missed anyway." She said sadly, as she pushed herself off the floor, and walked towards the bathroom.
"Oh, really?" Hermione smiled. "And I suppose that Harry counts as one who didn't miss you? He asked for you the entire time."
Ginny stopped in her tracks. "Why?" She asked, being incredibly confused. Why would Harry be asking for her? They hadn't talked in...well.months. And she stopped having feelings for him a long time ago. "Is there something he needed to borrow?"
Hermione smiled. "All he said was to tell you that he would be waiting for you by The Owl Post at 12:00."
"Is that why you're here?" Ginny asked angrily.
Hermione's smile became as big as a banana. "Yep." She turned to leave. "Oh, yeah. Ron also sends a message. He says that you need to dodge everyone in Slytherin and help him find Fred and George."
"Why?" Ginny asked.
Hermione sighed. "They're using his mirror to make porn videos."
Ginny almost asked another why, but was slammed by the first answer. I swear, Ginny thought as Hermione left, if I don't kill one of my brothers, they'll kill me first.
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Blaise sat in the dark room for hours on end. Though he had tried to slip past his unearthly shackles, they held tight to his wrists, leaving undying red marks against them. He had been in the room for what seemed like years, and although he heard the voices whispering outside the door, they seemed so distant, as if they were spread across countries.
Yet still he could hear their every word, and although one voice sounded very familiar, the other was quite mysterious.
"Kill him." The stranger whispered.
"But sir," the other stammered, "he has done nothing. He hasn't even seen us. If we just-"
Suddenly, his voice was cut off by the other one choking him.
"Get rid of him, or I'll get rid of you." He breathed, screaming over the loud sounds of the other's gasps for breath.
Finally, the other was dropped to the ground. "Sir, I was never sent here to kill, only to start the damage. Death was never a part of our agreement." He wheezed. His words were brave to Blaise, but he knew that the other stranger was obviously strong, which made the words stupid, also.
He heard the stronger stranger laugh. "Unfortunately for you, the first plan didn't work. We only agreed to the first plan on job description, so I just happen to be adding more to it, is all."
"I am sorry sir, but I am no murderer."
"Fine. For that boy's life, I'll double your pay. I'll even make you head boy."
"You can't-"
"Oh, yes I can. You see, I have great power with the school. They listen to me greatly. My opinion is not cancelled out. You will be what I request, hands down."
There was a long silence. But just as Blaise gave up hope, a voice broke the silence.
"I will do it then. Give me the dagger."
"Use your wand."
"No, I need the dagger. I can store it easier and clean it. Why are you fidgeting, where is my dagger?"
"Boy, use something else. I put it somewhere to fix the relationship."
The smaller voice went quiet. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the fact that Draco loves the girl we've been trying to kill the entire time! Why do you think he didn't do what he was told in the first place? He actually has feelings for the little wench!" The older stranger screamed. "But don't worry," he whispered calmly. "I put an end to it. She knows now. She knows who was going to kill her."
"But, he wasn't-"
"What she doesn't know can't hurt her. Well," the stranger laughed maliciously, grabbing the younger boy again; "at least it can kill her."
"And if our plan works well this time, she'll be dead before tomorrow."
***O~***O~***O~***O~***O~***O~***O~***O~***O~***O~***O~***O~**O ~
Harry had been running down the alley, dodging old, empty trashcans. Even though he had passed by seven, and had only actually hit.six, he knew that he wasn't fooling anybody. Without his glasses, he was useless.
His glasses had been missing for a month. Many had asked him if it was some sort of new fashion for him, and he said yes. But that wasn't true. He lost his glasses when he was ambushed.
It all happened when he was walking to quidditch practice. He was just walking along, minding his own business, when bonk.which was what it really sounded like.so anyway, bonk! He was hit on the head. He was unconscious for a couple of hours until the Ravenclaw quidditch team found him lying there like a complete idiot.
When he woke up in the hospital wing, everything was blurry. And unfortunately, it stayed that way.
Ever since then, he couldn't figure out who would take his glasses. And what would they use them for? I mean, he had been mobbed by crazy fans before, but they had never taken anything as special as his glasses.
All he knew was that it would never happen to him again. He would be way more perceptive.
But when he thought about the situation again, he figured it couldn't have been fans. It was the day right before Ginny was attacked. That's when he realized that the two were connected.
He was on his way right then to meet Ginny, hoping the Hermione had found her and given her his message.
As Harry began to run faster, he couldn't see the figures fast enough to stop.
.Bonk.
O~***O~***O~***O~***O~***O~***O~***O~***O~***O~***O~***O~***O~
Blaise's eyes seemed to scream with frustration before he was blindfolded.
But after the blindfold was taken off, he realized that they had drug someone else in the room with him. Sadly, they didn't put anything over his mouth like they did to Blaise. They just simply placed shackles on his wrist, across from Blaise.
Blaise rolled his eyes when he realized that it was Harry Potter.
Blaise watched as the 'wonder boy' became conscious.
"Oh," he moaned, "what happened?" He asked, as he grabbed his head, squinting. "All I remember is someone hitting me.and."
Harry could hear Blaise laughing at him. Not only had he been ambushed AGAIN, but he had also been captured.
"Well, holy shit."
**Hey guys! It's been forever, huh? Well, don't panic, I'm back. I hope you like the story so far. Please review!**
Love,
**Flourish**