Chapter Two- Trapped

Ginny moaned as she slowly opened her eyes. The ceiling of the library was a blur, and she moaned again as she tried to sit up, her every muscle screaming in protest. Ginny continued to lay stationary for a moment or two before the full reality of what had happened set in. She jumped to her feet, dust and debris falling off her robes as her eyes darted around the room. Her head pounded- from her fall or from standing up so fast, she could not tell. All she was concerned with was her brother.

"Ron!" She cried, searching through the wreckage. Of course Ron infuriated her most of the time- that was what any good big brother was supposed to do. But she really did love him, and right now was really concerned. Her eyes finally fell on a foot sticking out of a pile of books, and she rushed over.

Flinging books from the motionless figure, Ginny struggled to hold back tears. She finally saw skin and cloth from under the pages, and gathered the body in her arms, burying her face in his neck. "I was so scared," she murmured as she felt him stir. "I'm so glad you're alright, I'm so sorry for being spiteful to you."

The body shifted. "I never knew you cared, Weaselette." Upon hearing the sarcastic drawl, Ginny pulled back and stared at the boy her arms were wrapped around. White-blond hair...icy blue eyes...trademark sneer. She shrieked and pushed him away.

"Ginny, I never would have guessed," Ron's mocking voice came from behind. She turned to see her brother- a bit bruised, but alive and well. Hermione and Harry stood behind him.

"I would've," muttered Harry under his breath. Ginny frowned at him, but ignored the comment. She got to her feet; trying to maintain whatever dignity she had left.

"What happened?" she asked, pointing to the mess surrounding them.

Hermione spoke up. "Hogwarts was attacked. My best guess is that it was Voldemort, but we can't be sure."

"Yes we can," said Harry, his hand going to his forehead. "My scar. It's killing me. Ever since we last saw Voldemort at the Department of Mysteries, I haven't felt a thing. But now, it hurts worse than ever."

Everyone was quiet for a moment. Finally, Draco broke the silence. "I don't know about you losers, but I'm not going to hang around here while the castle is under siege." He stood and walked to the other side of the room. "I hope there is some way out of here. I can't imagine being stuck here with you four for any extended period of time." He shuttered.

"The door caved in, you git," said Ron. "It's not like you can just walk out."

"Does anyone have their wand?" mused Hermione. "I didn't bring mine along.

Draco patted his pockets, knowing that he would find nothing. He had left his robe at the Slytherin table- wand and all.

"I have mine," Ron stretched out his hand, and in it were two shattered pieces of wood. His face twisted in distress- not again. "It's absolutely useless." Harry also shrugged, indicating that he didn't have his.

All eyes turned to their last hope- Ginny. She shook her head. "I had it, I know I did. But I must have lost it in the attack."

Draco's eyes narrowed. "There is no way I'm going to just stand here any longer with you idiots. I'm going to go look for a way out. You four search for Weaselette's wand." He stormed across the library.

"Glad he's gone," said Ron unhappily. "Now let's look for the wand. They may need our help out there." Ginny silently rolled her eyes. These three seemed to think that they could always save the day. Then again...they usually did.

"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione placed her hand on Harry's shoulder. He was leaning over, his hand still on his forehead.

He straightened up. "I'm fine. I wish I could do something, though. But that's no use while we're trapped in here. Let's just find the wand."

But a two hour search produced nothing. Draco also came back from his exploration for an exit empty handed. Everyone seemed to have resigned to the idea that they would never find the wand. Hermione was sitting in a corner, reading a book. Harry and Ron were whispering intently to each other, Ginny was staring at the wall with an angry look on her face, and Draco just stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed.

"So you're just going to give up?" he yelled. All eyes turned to him. "I can't believe this. You're Gryffindors- you're supposed to be able to get out of messes."

Ron shook his head. "Face it Malfoy- we're stuck here. There's no way out. Hermione is looking in the books, but most likely she won't find anything we can do without a wand. And if you want to look for Ginny's wand, go for it. I am frankly tired of searching."

Ginny stomped over to Hermione's corner and took a seat, picking up a book. She didn't want to deal with listening to them bicker. Harry and Ron resumed their talk, and Draco started to push away random debris with his foot, as if too dignified to bend down and actually search. Eventually, he gave up and started to pace across the room. Back and forth, back and forth, back and...

"Stop it!" Ginny slammed down her book. "I can't focus with your incessant pacing."

Draco sneered. "I'm hungry," he whined.

Ginny marched across the room, and grabbed a red bag from under a broken table. She then walked over to Draco and shoved it in his hands without a word, returning to Hermione's side to resume reading.

Draco lifted the bag and examined it. It sure was heavy. With a shrug he reached inside and pulled out a rock. He gave it a puzzled look. Harry and Ron smiled as they watched him.

Harry laughed. "Eat it."

Draco gave him a horrified look. "A rock?"

"It's a joke bag," Ron also laughed. "It won't taste like a rock."

Draco hesitantly lifted it to his mouth. He didn't have much other choice. But much to his surprise, it tasted like mashed potatoes. As he took another bite from the rock, Ron snatched the bag out of his hands. He and Harry sat at one of the only remaining tables, and continued to talk while having "lunch" from the bag.

Having polished off the potato-rock, Draco was once again left with nothing to do. He resumed his pacing, if for no reason other than to annoy the Weasley girl. But now she was completely oblivious, engrossed in that silly book. He scowled, angry that his little game was having no effect. What was he to do now? Surely not read.

A frustrated sigh escaped his lips as Draco sunk to the floor in pure boredom, leaning against one of the few towering bookcases that were still standing. Ginny cast him a glare that he pretended not to see. He reached behind him, pulled out a random book, and opened it to a random page, pretending to read.

He wasn't really reading, of course. He had briefly skimmed the page, but finding that it was about hippogriff attacks (something he would rather not remember), he quickly lost interest. His eyes lazily wandered around the room, searching for something to do. He looked over at Harry and Ron, glad that he was out of range to hear them talking. He was tired of their incessant whining. He then looked at the mudblood, but could only look for so long. His hatred for her had been firmly established for six years and counting, and the sight of her made his stomach churn. Eventually, his eyes landed on the redhead spitfire herself.

If there was any chance that she would notice, Draco would not have stared at Ginny. But she was still reading the book closely, absentmindedly twirling a finger around a loose strand of hair.

Under any other circumstance, he wouldn't give the girl a second glance. He was Draco Malfoy- top class wizard, the best of the best. Even though the Weasleys were purebloods, they were still poor and muggle-sympathizers. A Malfoy wouldn't be caught dead looking at, much less staring at one.

But desperate times call for desperate measures. And even though they had been in the library for barely three hours, Draco was a normal seventeen year old boy and his mind automatically went to one thing: the opposite sex.

And she wasn't that bad of a specimen, save the last name. He watched her scrunch her nose as she read. Okay, so it wasn't that attractive. But other than that...and the name...and the freckles...and that horrid red hair...

Draco shook his head. Who was he kidding? She was repulsive! He was used to the crème of the crop, and this one could hardly hope to measure up to some of the girls he had been with.

But then again...his hormones continued to argue with his mind. The red hair wasn't that bad. It was fiery, like her personality. And that was definitely a turn on. She was sassy, and he liked that in a woman. It would certainly be fun to seduce her. And her eyes weren't bad either. Draco had always preferred blue eyes, but there was something about Ginny's honey colored eyes that just worked for her.

However, the freckles were unforgivable. No matter how he looked at them, they were not attractive- at all. But as his eyes continued to take her in, he decided that her body more than made up for the hideousness sprinkled across her nose.

She was tall, like her brother. She had an unmistakable growth spurt this past year, and now towered above most girls. Height meant long legs- and Draco loved legs. Plus, she wasn't stick thin, as a lot of girls who considered themselves attractive were. Rather, she had curves. And Draco loved curves.

His mind continued to wander, ignoring the relentless protests of his instincts that were insisting he stop fantasizing about a Weasley. This was a special circumstance. Certain exceptions had to be made. And this girl was definitely going to be an exception, he thought as him mind turned from daydreaming to devising. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad being stranded in here. In fact, Draco found himself hoping that they would be stuck for at least a day. That Weaselette would never see it coming...

As if on cue, her eyes darted up and met his. He held them for a moment, delighted to see panic and confusion in the brown orbs. She quickly gained her composure and narrowed her eyes angrily before putting the book in front of her face. Draco snickered. This was going to be more fun than he thought.

Abruptly, Ginny put down her book and stood up. "I have to go to the bathroom," she announced. Draco's face twisted. Nothing like vile body functions to ruin the mood. But the Weaselette did have a point. If they were going to be stuck in there for a while, they would need some way to relieve themselves, and not in the way that Draco had previously been imagining. That also brought up many other problems. The food was solved with that ridiculous bag. But where would they sleep? And how would they bathe? Things were looking worse and worse as Draco just stared at Ginny, along with the empty looks of Harry, Hermione, and Ron; who had also come to the conclusion that being stuck in a library was going to be anything like fun.