DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, only own the
plot of this fanfic, So would you get that through your thick heads!
The Game (In which a lot is revealed)
~ Chapter 4 ~
Ginny crept through the silent common room and picked up the invisibility cloak (courtesy of one Mr. Potter) that only she, Hermione, Ron and Harry knew about, from its usual hiding place under the sewing in one of the couches. She crawled through the portrait hole and, ignoring the 'And where do you think you are going?' from the Fat Lady's portrait and the disgruntled looks from the paintings along the wall, ran quickly and quietly through the halls of the castle. She didn't stop until she reached the Great Hall, where she heard two voices biding each other goodnight. "'Night, Minerva." came Dumbledores soft voice from near the entrance. "Good night Albus." replied McGonagalls much harsher voice, followed by a yawn. Ginny pulled on the cloak and pressed herself against the wall as Dumbledore came nearer. He walked past her and Ginny breathed a sigh of relief, but she quickly took it back as Dumbledore turned around. He smiled and said quietly, "Good night Ginny" and went on his way. Ginny grinned. She knew Dumbledore wouldn't punish her now. She made her way outside, carefully avoiding McGonagall, who was talking to Professor Flitwick about vanishing charms. She ran outside and hid behind Hagrids hut, but still under the invisibility cloak. She wanted to see what Draco was up to before she revealed herself. She waited a couple of minutes, and was just starting to think it was all a joke when she saw a cloaked figure striding quickly towards her. The figure sat on a fallen log and waited. Ginny looked at the figure that she supposed was her admirer. The more thought about it, the more she thought that Draco was probably having a lend, or else he had delivered the letter for someone else who didn't have the guts to do it them selves. Then he pulled his hood of his face and saw the flash of blonde hair that could belong to no one else, but Draco Malfoy. She then noticed the roses he was holding. In her head she was having a fierce debate; Should she take off the cloak or not?
He he he, I love leaving you guys in suspense. But I'm actually in suspense as well, 'cause I don't know what I'm going to do either! Oh well, I'll go to bed and think about it... Please excuse me while I hallucinate about Tom Felton...
The Game (In which a lot is revealed)
~ Chapter 4 ~
Ginny crept through the silent common room and picked up the invisibility cloak (courtesy of one Mr. Potter) that only she, Hermione, Ron and Harry knew about, from its usual hiding place under the sewing in one of the couches. She crawled through the portrait hole and, ignoring the 'And where do you think you are going?' from the Fat Lady's portrait and the disgruntled looks from the paintings along the wall, ran quickly and quietly through the halls of the castle. She didn't stop until she reached the Great Hall, where she heard two voices biding each other goodnight. "'Night, Minerva." came Dumbledores soft voice from near the entrance. "Good night Albus." replied McGonagalls much harsher voice, followed by a yawn. Ginny pulled on the cloak and pressed herself against the wall as Dumbledore came nearer. He walked past her and Ginny breathed a sigh of relief, but she quickly took it back as Dumbledore turned around. He smiled and said quietly, "Good night Ginny" and went on his way. Ginny grinned. She knew Dumbledore wouldn't punish her now. She made her way outside, carefully avoiding McGonagall, who was talking to Professor Flitwick about vanishing charms. She ran outside and hid behind Hagrids hut, but still under the invisibility cloak. She wanted to see what Draco was up to before she revealed herself. She waited a couple of minutes, and was just starting to think it was all a joke when she saw a cloaked figure striding quickly towards her. The figure sat on a fallen log and waited. Ginny looked at the figure that she supposed was her admirer. The more thought about it, the more she thought that Draco was probably having a lend, or else he had delivered the letter for someone else who didn't have the guts to do it them selves. Then he pulled his hood of his face and saw the flash of blonde hair that could belong to no one else, but Draco Malfoy. She then noticed the roses he was holding. In her head she was having a fierce debate; Should she take off the cloak or not?
He he he, I love leaving you guys in suspense. But I'm actually in suspense as well, 'cause I don't know what I'm going to do either! Oh well, I'll go to bed and think about it... Please excuse me while I hallucinate about Tom Felton...