Chapter 8
It was all Ginny could do to keep from sticking her tongue out of her mouth in disgust. She a Weasley was holding hands with a Malfoy. And not just any Malfoy! A disgusting, ferret, DRACO MALFOY! She was going to die.
The night before, Ginny had agreed to this, only because she really wanted to make Ron mad. He couldn't control her, and she was going to prove it. But now Ginny was seriously starting to have second thoughts. This was horrible! But you know, he was really hot, and it would boost her reputation. But still, Malfoy...
And of course, he was smiling. He was enjoying this! He got to break away from his father and drive a Weasley insane.
They were going to walk to the Great Hall together, holding hands, so that everyone would realize that they were together.
Ginny had insisted Angel do her hair and make up, so she would at least look decent standing on her death bed, which was right next to Malfoy.
She smiled, to her surprise, as she thought of Ron's face when he saw her. This was it; they were seconds away from the Great Hall.
"Ready darling?" Malfoy smiled; of course he would be sarcastic at a time like this.
"Lets just get this over with." Ginny said as she rolled her eyes, and took a deep breath.
They walked inside the Great Hall, and Ginny could almost swear she heard it go dead silent.
"Oh God, what have I done?" Ginny said in a very tiny voice. She couldn't breathe, or think. Everyone was staring at her!
Just then Malfoy dipped down, and landed a surprisingly good kiss right on the creamy lips of Ginny. She tried not to act surprised. They were after all going out. She returned the kiss, eventually forgetting who she was kissing. Then she stopped, and forced herself to smile. She sat down at her table, waving at Malfoy.
Everyone starred at Ginny, silent, with their mouths open.
Then Ron broke the silence.
"GINNY MARIA WEASLEY! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? HE'S A SLYTHERIN! NOT ONLY THAT, BUT HE'S ALSO A MALFOY!" Ron's face was a deep purple, and even Harry was turning red. Hermione was still very quiet.
"Ron, once again, I don't need the obvious stated. I know he's a slytherin, and I defiantly know he's a Malfoy." Ginny smiled. That one would make him mad.
"Ginny why would you do that? Don't forget, he's insulted your family, as well as mine! He's called Hermione a m-mudblood." Harry said, speaking for Ron, because Ron was breathing very deeply right now, and couldn't talk.
"Maybe if you couldn't just get to know him a little--."
"WE DON'T WANT TO GET TO KNOW HIM! WE DON'T WANT TO TALK TO THAT, THAT, PRAT!" Ron could talk now.
"Good way to insult Ron, but, we should support Ginny. She's old enough to know what she's doing." Hermione stated very quietly. She was obviously surprised and angry just like everyone else, but she was better at hiding her feelings.
Just as Ginny was thanking Hermione, Malfoy did the worst thing he could possibly do. He came and sat down at their table.
"How are you this fine morning, Gin?" Malfoy smiled, rubbing Ginny on the back.
"Fine thanks." Ginny stated quietly.
"Oh, what's wrong? Has Weasley and Potter scared you? You can come and sit at my table." Malfoy stated, obviously enjoying making everything he possibly could ten times worse.
"SHE'S NOT GOING TO SIT WITH YOU OR YOUR BLOODY FREAKING FRIENDS. SHE DOESN'T NEED YOU!" Ron stated, he was glaring at Malfoy; he looked like he was ready to commit murder.
"Ron! Lower your voice, everyone's looking at us!" Ginny stated looking around at everyone.
"Let them look." Malfoy stated, his voice full of pleasure, as he began kissing Ginny's cheek.
"I'm trying to eat breakfast ferret-face!" Harry stated, he was now starting to turn the same shade of purple as Ron.
Ginny smiled, this was kind of fun, in a very weird, freaky way.
"Maybe you should go back to your table." Ginny held Malfoy back.
"Fine, see you later." Malfoy stroked Ginny's cheek as he got up to leave.
"YOU'RE GOING TO END THIS NOW!" Ron said, still glaring at Malfoy.
"I'll do what I want! Leave me alone!" Ginny said, pushing her hair off her shoulders.
"YOU'LL LISTEN TO ME BECAUSE I'M YOUR BROTHER!" Ron was standing up, ready to hurt Ginny.
"Ron! Leave Ginny alone. We'll talk about this later." Hermione said sharply, but she was still quiet.
Everyone was quiet then, as they started eating their breakfast. Ginny was starting to feel guilty.
She looked up as owls floated over their heads, and she saw and owl floating towards her. It dropped a letter on her lap, and she reached down to open it.
It was a letter from her mum. She gasped as she read its contents.
"Gin, who's it from?" Ron said quietly.
"Mum." Ginny said, as one tear dropped down her cheek.
"What's wrong? Read it out loud." Ron said, worry now replacing his anger.
"Dear Ginny and Ron, I don't mean to bother you both while you're at school, but something of great importance has happened. I don't want to concern you but.... Your father's gone missing." Ginny stopped, she dropped the letter, and her hands were trembling. Spots of the ink were smeared with tears.
Hermione picked up the letter, and continued the reading, her voice trembling. Ron was staring at his food, not moving, speaking, or showing any emotion. Harry starred at Hermione, his eyes filled with worry.
"The ministration thinks that he was kidnapped by V-voldemort. I don't know why, something's going on that there not telling me about. You can't come visit me, because they're going to have a temporary lock-down on the school. V-voldemort is loose, and we're all in danger. Don't worry about me, I'll be strong, and soon, we'll be together again. Don't go looking for your father, because Lord knows I wont last if two of my children are l-lost too. Love you always, Mum." Hermione stopped; her voice was just barely above a whisper.
Ron slammed his fist down on the table out of anger, which caused a few heads to turn. Harry had his eyes closed, and he was rubbing his scar.
Ginny couldn't take it anymore. She got up and ran. She didn't want the world to see her tears.
She heard Ron call her name, but she didn't turn around. She continued to run until she got to the stairs leading to the girl's dormitory.
She ran into her bathroom and starred into the mirror. Her eye makeup was running down her face, and she laughed at herself.
Everything seemed so silly now. Her, wanting to be noticed, wanting to hurt others because they were only trying to protect her. She cried hysterically, and out of anger, she smashed her fist into her mirror. It cracked, and fell into a million pieces, causing her reflection to screech, and scream. She cried and cried, sinking to the floor, burying her head in her knees, crying hysterically.
Her nightmares were becoming a reality.
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Ginny lifted her head. Her vision was blurry, and her body ached all over. It was late during the night, the windows were tinted with a dark, dark black, and her dormitory was extremely quiet.
She splashed cold water of her face, which made her shiver. It was as if she was dead. She couldn't think, see, breathe or feel. She was lost. She didn't know what to do.
What would life be like without her father? How terrified her father must be right now, scared, and lonely.
What if she never saw her father again? What if she would never be able to fall asleep in his arms, or smile at him and his sparkling brown eyes ever again?
Ginny starred at herself in her shattered mirror. She certainly looked dead. Her face was pale, and her eyes were all puffy from crying. Her hair was matty, and frizzy. Little patches of her clothes were stained, and wrinkled. She looked down in her watch; it was about 2:30 in the morning. She decided to take an ice cold shower, to wake her up from this deadly slumber.
About a half hour later, Ginny decided she would walk down to the lake. She wouldn't let herself sleep; she wouldn't let herself have another nightmare.
She pulled her sleek, red hair into a loose ponytail, through on one of Angel's shirts, and pulled on some pants.
She walked out on to the school grounds, and marveled at how quiet it was. She almost hated the quiet; it made her feel more lonely and vulnerable that ever. She glanced behind her back every once and a while, she no longer felt safe at Hogwarts anymore.
She sat down by a small hill, and gazed at her reflection in the water. She sighed, deeply, as if she were gasping for breath. She hated herself for worrying so much about her father, and she also hated herself for loving her father so much. A tear fell down her cheek, and dripped into the water, causing ripples to form. How was this going to help her find her father?
Then she suddenly jumped back, hearing a familiar voice.
"Lean any closer towards that water, and you'll fall in." A dark, sarcastic voice spoke.
Ginny leapt up, and darted around, desperately trying to see who it was. It was too dark to see anything, and she started to panic.
"Who's there?" Ginny called out, clutching her pocket that held her wand.
"Depends on who wants to know." The voice spoke, now in a different spot than it was before.
Ginny turned around, squinting to see who it was.
"I'm warning you, I'm not afraid to shoot!" Ginny said through gritted teeth.
She was not in the mood for this.
Then, the shadowy voice, stepped out from the darkness, and into the moonlight, and Ginny rolled her eyes when she realized who it was.
"Go away Malfoy. I'm really not in the mood." Ginny went back to the spot on the hill, and clutched her knees, gazing into the black water.
"May I ask, what a little girl such as yourself, is doing out on the grounds, at this hour of the night?" Malfoy spoke, being extremely sarcastic to Ginny's annoyance.
"No you may not. Now go away, before I let Ron actually explode on you." Ginny spoke with violence in her voice, still starring at the lake.
"Ron wouldn't hurt me. Not that he could." Malfoy said, sitting next to Ginny, to her utter surprise.
She raised her eyebrow at him.
"What? I'm allowed to do what I want you know." Malfoy smiled sarcastically at Ginny.
"What are you on?" Ginny still didn't believe Malfoy was completely sober.
"Nothing. I simply came to get some quiet, and you happened to be here. Being the completely generous and charming person I am, I decided to let you stay." Malfoy was now looking at the lake, still smirking.
"Just leave." Ginny said, now sounding desperate.
"What's wrong dearest? Did Potty and Weasel finally get to you?" Malfoy laughed to himself quietly.
"I ASKED YOU THE FIRST TIME NIECLY, NOW I'M DONE BEING NICE! NO ONE'S GOING TO STEP ALL OVER ME ANYMORE! NOW GO AWAY!" Ginny yelled, full of anger and frustration. Her eyes were on fire, and she was taking all of her anger out on Malfoy.
She grabbed him by the collar of his robes, and pushed him on the ground.
"Jesus Weasel, never thought I'd see you like this." Malfoy looked in Ginny's eyes, still laughing. Her head was inches away from his.
"Screw it!" Ginny got off the ground and stormed away from the lake.
"I can't take it anymore! UGGH! Why does everyone do this to me? I can't stand it! I'm not a pet you can talk to, and then push away when you get annoyed! I'M A LIVING PERSON! I have feelings! I don't want to live like this anymore! I swear I'll get away, I'm never coming back!" Ginny stormed away from Malfoy yelling, and crying at the same time.
"Weasel, what's wrong?" Malfoy grabbed Ginny by the wrist, and swung her around.
"I didn't know you cared!" Ginny was still yelling, and crying.
She eventually couldn't talk anymore, she was crying too hard. She shrunk to the ground. Malfoy came down with her, and she was crying into his chest.
He awkwardly wrapped his arms around her, and rubbed her back, as she sobbed, and tried to speak.
"I don't.... I can't handle this.... My dad..... I can't figure this out.... Don't deserve it..... I shouldn't have too... not fair..." Ginny cried, and cried.
After what seemed like hours, Ginny was calm. She explained to Malfoy what had happened to her dad. She ended up talking about how she felt completely alone, and how every one bossed her around. How she was a little girl in everyone's eyes, and how she was always feeling insecure.
She told him that she was always fighting with her dad, and now she might not ever see him again. She told him how much pain she held. He sat there, and listened, his face completely expressionless.
She oddly felt comfort by talking to him. She told him everything, except for her nightmares. Those were too personal to tell.
She eventually ended up crying again, and Malfoy oddly whispered comforting words in her ears, and rubbed her back and shoulders. She began shaking, and he took his robe off and draped it around her. Ginny let out a small giggle at that.
"What?" Malfoy whispered, his face still expressionless.
"You never cared before. Why now? Why me?" Ginny asked, now trying to be serious.
"You were there." Malfoy said while shrugging.
"Thanks." Ginny said, now smiling, but only just barely.
Malfoy slowly smiled, and Ginny had to admit, that he looked really good when he smiled. But she shook the thought off, and laid her head in his lap. He stroked her head, as they both stared out into lake.
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When Ginny woke up the next morning, she was in her bed. She wondered if last night was a dream, and then realized what a harsh reality it really was.
Her father was missing.
She got up and took another shower, avoiding at all costs her friends. She didn't want to talk, or think, about anything.
After she got dressed, she headed towards the Great Hall, slowly, calmly, and silently.
She didn't want to talk this one out. This time no one was going to bring her down. But most of all, she didn't want to think about Malfoy.
She didn't want to think about anything.
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@uthors note: that's all I gots for today! Hope u weren't disappointed. Review, review!!
It was all Ginny could do to keep from sticking her tongue out of her mouth in disgust. She a Weasley was holding hands with a Malfoy. And not just any Malfoy! A disgusting, ferret, DRACO MALFOY! She was going to die.
The night before, Ginny had agreed to this, only because she really wanted to make Ron mad. He couldn't control her, and she was going to prove it. But now Ginny was seriously starting to have second thoughts. This was horrible! But you know, he was really hot, and it would boost her reputation. But still, Malfoy...
And of course, he was smiling. He was enjoying this! He got to break away from his father and drive a Weasley insane.
They were going to walk to the Great Hall together, holding hands, so that everyone would realize that they were together.
Ginny had insisted Angel do her hair and make up, so she would at least look decent standing on her death bed, which was right next to Malfoy.
She smiled, to her surprise, as she thought of Ron's face when he saw her. This was it; they were seconds away from the Great Hall.
"Ready darling?" Malfoy smiled; of course he would be sarcastic at a time like this.
"Lets just get this over with." Ginny said as she rolled her eyes, and took a deep breath.
They walked inside the Great Hall, and Ginny could almost swear she heard it go dead silent.
"Oh God, what have I done?" Ginny said in a very tiny voice. She couldn't breathe, or think. Everyone was staring at her!
Just then Malfoy dipped down, and landed a surprisingly good kiss right on the creamy lips of Ginny. She tried not to act surprised. They were after all going out. She returned the kiss, eventually forgetting who she was kissing. Then she stopped, and forced herself to smile. She sat down at her table, waving at Malfoy.
Everyone starred at Ginny, silent, with their mouths open.
Then Ron broke the silence.
"GINNY MARIA WEASLEY! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? HE'S A SLYTHERIN! NOT ONLY THAT, BUT HE'S ALSO A MALFOY!" Ron's face was a deep purple, and even Harry was turning red. Hermione was still very quiet.
"Ron, once again, I don't need the obvious stated. I know he's a slytherin, and I defiantly know he's a Malfoy." Ginny smiled. That one would make him mad.
"Ginny why would you do that? Don't forget, he's insulted your family, as well as mine! He's called Hermione a m-mudblood." Harry said, speaking for Ron, because Ron was breathing very deeply right now, and couldn't talk.
"Maybe if you couldn't just get to know him a little--."
"WE DON'T WANT TO GET TO KNOW HIM! WE DON'T WANT TO TALK TO THAT, THAT, PRAT!" Ron could talk now.
"Good way to insult Ron, but, we should support Ginny. She's old enough to know what she's doing." Hermione stated very quietly. She was obviously surprised and angry just like everyone else, but she was better at hiding her feelings.
Just as Ginny was thanking Hermione, Malfoy did the worst thing he could possibly do. He came and sat down at their table.
"How are you this fine morning, Gin?" Malfoy smiled, rubbing Ginny on the back.
"Fine thanks." Ginny stated quietly.
"Oh, what's wrong? Has Weasley and Potter scared you? You can come and sit at my table." Malfoy stated, obviously enjoying making everything he possibly could ten times worse.
"SHE'S NOT GOING TO SIT WITH YOU OR YOUR BLOODY FREAKING FRIENDS. SHE DOESN'T NEED YOU!" Ron stated, he was glaring at Malfoy; he looked like he was ready to commit murder.
"Ron! Lower your voice, everyone's looking at us!" Ginny stated looking around at everyone.
"Let them look." Malfoy stated, his voice full of pleasure, as he began kissing Ginny's cheek.
"I'm trying to eat breakfast ferret-face!" Harry stated, he was now starting to turn the same shade of purple as Ron.
Ginny smiled, this was kind of fun, in a very weird, freaky way.
"Maybe you should go back to your table." Ginny held Malfoy back.
"Fine, see you later." Malfoy stroked Ginny's cheek as he got up to leave.
"YOU'RE GOING TO END THIS NOW!" Ron said, still glaring at Malfoy.
"I'll do what I want! Leave me alone!" Ginny said, pushing her hair off her shoulders.
"YOU'LL LISTEN TO ME BECAUSE I'M YOUR BROTHER!" Ron was standing up, ready to hurt Ginny.
"Ron! Leave Ginny alone. We'll talk about this later." Hermione said sharply, but she was still quiet.
Everyone was quiet then, as they started eating their breakfast. Ginny was starting to feel guilty.
She looked up as owls floated over their heads, and she saw and owl floating towards her. It dropped a letter on her lap, and she reached down to open it.
It was a letter from her mum. She gasped as she read its contents.
"Gin, who's it from?" Ron said quietly.
"Mum." Ginny said, as one tear dropped down her cheek.
"What's wrong? Read it out loud." Ron said, worry now replacing his anger.
"Dear Ginny and Ron, I don't mean to bother you both while you're at school, but something of great importance has happened. I don't want to concern you but.... Your father's gone missing." Ginny stopped, she dropped the letter, and her hands were trembling. Spots of the ink were smeared with tears.
Hermione picked up the letter, and continued the reading, her voice trembling. Ron was staring at his food, not moving, speaking, or showing any emotion. Harry starred at Hermione, his eyes filled with worry.
"The ministration thinks that he was kidnapped by V-voldemort. I don't know why, something's going on that there not telling me about. You can't come visit me, because they're going to have a temporary lock-down on the school. V-voldemort is loose, and we're all in danger. Don't worry about me, I'll be strong, and soon, we'll be together again. Don't go looking for your father, because Lord knows I wont last if two of my children are l-lost too. Love you always, Mum." Hermione stopped; her voice was just barely above a whisper.
Ron slammed his fist down on the table out of anger, which caused a few heads to turn. Harry had his eyes closed, and he was rubbing his scar.
Ginny couldn't take it anymore. She got up and ran. She didn't want the world to see her tears.
She heard Ron call her name, but she didn't turn around. She continued to run until she got to the stairs leading to the girl's dormitory.
She ran into her bathroom and starred into the mirror. Her eye makeup was running down her face, and she laughed at herself.
Everything seemed so silly now. Her, wanting to be noticed, wanting to hurt others because they were only trying to protect her. She cried hysterically, and out of anger, she smashed her fist into her mirror. It cracked, and fell into a million pieces, causing her reflection to screech, and scream. She cried and cried, sinking to the floor, burying her head in her knees, crying hysterically.
Her nightmares were becoming a reality.
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Ginny lifted her head. Her vision was blurry, and her body ached all over. It was late during the night, the windows were tinted with a dark, dark black, and her dormitory was extremely quiet.
She splashed cold water of her face, which made her shiver. It was as if she was dead. She couldn't think, see, breathe or feel. She was lost. She didn't know what to do.
What would life be like without her father? How terrified her father must be right now, scared, and lonely.
What if she never saw her father again? What if she would never be able to fall asleep in his arms, or smile at him and his sparkling brown eyes ever again?
Ginny starred at herself in her shattered mirror. She certainly looked dead. Her face was pale, and her eyes were all puffy from crying. Her hair was matty, and frizzy. Little patches of her clothes were stained, and wrinkled. She looked down in her watch; it was about 2:30 in the morning. She decided to take an ice cold shower, to wake her up from this deadly slumber.
About a half hour later, Ginny decided she would walk down to the lake. She wouldn't let herself sleep; she wouldn't let herself have another nightmare.
She pulled her sleek, red hair into a loose ponytail, through on one of Angel's shirts, and pulled on some pants.
She walked out on to the school grounds, and marveled at how quiet it was. She almost hated the quiet; it made her feel more lonely and vulnerable that ever. She glanced behind her back every once and a while, she no longer felt safe at Hogwarts anymore.
She sat down by a small hill, and gazed at her reflection in the water. She sighed, deeply, as if she were gasping for breath. She hated herself for worrying so much about her father, and she also hated herself for loving her father so much. A tear fell down her cheek, and dripped into the water, causing ripples to form. How was this going to help her find her father?
Then she suddenly jumped back, hearing a familiar voice.
"Lean any closer towards that water, and you'll fall in." A dark, sarcastic voice spoke.
Ginny leapt up, and darted around, desperately trying to see who it was. It was too dark to see anything, and she started to panic.
"Who's there?" Ginny called out, clutching her pocket that held her wand.
"Depends on who wants to know." The voice spoke, now in a different spot than it was before.
Ginny turned around, squinting to see who it was.
"I'm warning you, I'm not afraid to shoot!" Ginny said through gritted teeth.
She was not in the mood for this.
Then, the shadowy voice, stepped out from the darkness, and into the moonlight, and Ginny rolled her eyes when she realized who it was.
"Go away Malfoy. I'm really not in the mood." Ginny went back to the spot on the hill, and clutched her knees, gazing into the black water.
"May I ask, what a little girl such as yourself, is doing out on the grounds, at this hour of the night?" Malfoy spoke, being extremely sarcastic to Ginny's annoyance.
"No you may not. Now go away, before I let Ron actually explode on you." Ginny spoke with violence in her voice, still starring at the lake.
"Ron wouldn't hurt me. Not that he could." Malfoy said, sitting next to Ginny, to her utter surprise.
She raised her eyebrow at him.
"What? I'm allowed to do what I want you know." Malfoy smiled sarcastically at Ginny.
"What are you on?" Ginny still didn't believe Malfoy was completely sober.
"Nothing. I simply came to get some quiet, and you happened to be here. Being the completely generous and charming person I am, I decided to let you stay." Malfoy was now looking at the lake, still smirking.
"Just leave." Ginny said, now sounding desperate.
"What's wrong dearest? Did Potty and Weasel finally get to you?" Malfoy laughed to himself quietly.
"I ASKED YOU THE FIRST TIME NIECLY, NOW I'M DONE BEING NICE! NO ONE'S GOING TO STEP ALL OVER ME ANYMORE! NOW GO AWAY!" Ginny yelled, full of anger and frustration. Her eyes were on fire, and she was taking all of her anger out on Malfoy.
She grabbed him by the collar of his robes, and pushed him on the ground.
"Jesus Weasel, never thought I'd see you like this." Malfoy looked in Ginny's eyes, still laughing. Her head was inches away from his.
"Screw it!" Ginny got off the ground and stormed away from the lake.
"I can't take it anymore! UGGH! Why does everyone do this to me? I can't stand it! I'm not a pet you can talk to, and then push away when you get annoyed! I'M A LIVING PERSON! I have feelings! I don't want to live like this anymore! I swear I'll get away, I'm never coming back!" Ginny stormed away from Malfoy yelling, and crying at the same time.
"Weasel, what's wrong?" Malfoy grabbed Ginny by the wrist, and swung her around.
"I didn't know you cared!" Ginny was still yelling, and crying.
She eventually couldn't talk anymore, she was crying too hard. She shrunk to the ground. Malfoy came down with her, and she was crying into his chest.
He awkwardly wrapped his arms around her, and rubbed her back, as she sobbed, and tried to speak.
"I don't.... I can't handle this.... My dad..... I can't figure this out.... Don't deserve it..... I shouldn't have too... not fair..." Ginny cried, and cried.
After what seemed like hours, Ginny was calm. She explained to Malfoy what had happened to her dad. She ended up talking about how she felt completely alone, and how every one bossed her around. How she was a little girl in everyone's eyes, and how she was always feeling insecure.
She told him that she was always fighting with her dad, and now she might not ever see him again. She told him how much pain she held. He sat there, and listened, his face completely expressionless.
She oddly felt comfort by talking to him. She told him everything, except for her nightmares. Those were too personal to tell.
She eventually ended up crying again, and Malfoy oddly whispered comforting words in her ears, and rubbed her back and shoulders. She began shaking, and he took his robe off and draped it around her. Ginny let out a small giggle at that.
"What?" Malfoy whispered, his face still expressionless.
"You never cared before. Why now? Why me?" Ginny asked, now trying to be serious.
"You were there." Malfoy said while shrugging.
"Thanks." Ginny said, now smiling, but only just barely.
Malfoy slowly smiled, and Ginny had to admit, that he looked really good when he smiled. But she shook the thought off, and laid her head in his lap. He stroked her head, as they both stared out into lake.
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When Ginny woke up the next morning, she was in her bed. She wondered if last night was a dream, and then realized what a harsh reality it really was.
Her father was missing.
She got up and took another shower, avoiding at all costs her friends. She didn't want to talk, or think, about anything.
After she got dressed, she headed towards the Great Hall, slowly, calmly, and silently.
She didn't want to talk this one out. This time no one was going to bring her down. But most of all, she didn't want to think about Malfoy.
She didn't want to think about anything.
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@uthors note: that's all I gots for today! Hope u weren't disappointed. Review, review!!