A/N: Hey all! I pumped out the last chappy pretty slowly, but after reading
all those reviews, I felt the need to finish this story up! Yay!!! My muse
had left me for a long while, but I'm back and well, so lets get this pony
show on the road!! I also want to answer some questions and remarks. First,
Ginny feels comfortable with Harry cause from her point of view, as with
all views, she is somewhat blind and short sided. People only see what they
want to see and Ginny sees a kind hearted boy who is only worried about her
well being. She was a little uncomfortable at first, but Harry hadn't been
problematic before or since then, so why worry? Second, this story is
mainly about Ginny, not Draco, so to all who love Draco I completely
sympathize since I find him irresistible, but Ginny's the main character!
Ok, now on with the show!! Enjoy and review!!!!!
GodessAthena
The Gryffindor common room was swarming with people later that night. Ginny was sitting in front of the fire trying to finish her eight foot parchment for Professor Snape. He just loved to pile on the homework. Her meetings with Albus and Minerva were called off for the next week due to the intensive homework regiment. The holidays were great, but for some reason the professors always felt the need to make up for lost time.
She sighed and put her quill down to stare at the fire. She was on foot number seven and counting, but her hand was starting to feel numb. As she gazed into the flames she began to grow tired. Through the misty waters drawing up in her eyes she swore she saw a face, an ugly face. It looked angry and she could have sworn it was looking at her. She jerked and blinked for a moment, then looked back into the fire. The face had disappeared. Was she dreaming? That couldn't have been real, could it?
"Hey, um, Ginny?" She jumped again and looked up to see Hermione standing next to her. "Yeah?" Ginny rubbed her eyes to relieve herself totally of the mist that had formed over them. "I, I just wanted to see if you wanted to take a walk, down by the river?" Ginny was dumbstruck for a moment. It was eleven o'clock at night and the Head Girl, stickler for the rules, was asking her to take a midnight stroll down by the very dark and very dangerous lake. Sounded good to her. Snape would just have to live with an almost done essay, she knew she could; even if it meant detention for a week with Filtch. "Sure Hermione. I'd love to get away from this essay on the healing qualities of pig snot." Hermione's face lit up. "Great!"
The lake was dark and murky, as usual. Ginny tried not to stare as they passed by her and Draco's tree. She wondered what he was up to right now. "So, I wanted to talk to you, away from everyone else." Ginny's attention was ripped away from her love and brought back to Hermione. She grimaced a bit. She was beginning to rethink her decision to take a walk, she had just wanted to get out, she hadn't actually thought of the consequences. "Go on, I'm all ears." Hermione gave her a weak smile before looking down at the ground. "I've been avoiding you Ginny, and I wanted to say I'm sorry." Ginny choked down the hilarity. She definitely didn't need to apologize for leaving her alone. Ginny hadn't thought twice about it. Hermione looked up at her. "There's something going on with you Ginny, and I respect you don't want to tell us about it, but we're worried. I'm worried." Ginny kept her face a steely blank, but felt the fire begin to burn within. Something she hadn't felt in several weeks now. "I've seen you come out here several times with Draco, I've never followed you," she added quickly, fearing Ginny's temper. "I just want to make sure you know what you're doing. I don't want to see you get hurt." 'Funny', Ginny thought, 'I was just thinking the exact opposite of you. She stopped and stared at Hermione, trying to decide whether to yell, or calmly diffuse the situation and leave. "Hermione, I understand you issues with Draco, but you don't even know him," she put her finger up to stop Hermione from piping in. "Cause if you did, you wouldn't be asking me stupid questions. Why didn't you freak out over Seamus, huh? I'll tell you why, because you know him. The only thing you see in Draco is the woman using, world hating Malfoy, but not everyone is what they seem to be, or want to appear to be." When she finished she heard her words ringing in her ears. Her stomach began to flip. Mr. Ollivander's words. True for so many. Her hands began to sweat. There was something deeper about them. She could feel it. She could feel something she hadn't felt before. A presence. An evil presence. It was covering the school in a blanket. "Ginny? Ginny are you alright." Her face had gone pale and she began to look around wildly. Hermione began to become a bit frantic as well. Her head was twisting around. "What is it Ginny?" Ginny grabbed Hermione by the arm and began to pull her towards the castle. "We need to get to the headmaster, right away!"
The Gryffindor common room was swarming with people later that night. Ginny was sitting in front of the fire trying to finish her eight foot parchment for Professor Snape. He just loved to pile on the homework. Her meetings with Albus and Minerva were called off for the next week due to the intensive homework regiment. The holidays were great, but for some reason the professors always felt the need to make up for lost time.
She sighed and put her quill down to stare at the fire. She was on foot number seven and counting, but her hand was starting to feel numb. As she gazed into the flames she began to grow tired. Through the misty waters drawing up in her eyes she swore she saw a face, an ugly face. It looked angry and she could have sworn it was looking at her. She jerked and blinked for a moment, then looked back into the fire. The face had disappeared. Was she dreaming? That couldn't have been real, could it?
"Hey, um, Ginny?" She jumped again and looked up to see Hermione standing next to her. "Yeah?" Ginny rubbed her eyes to relieve herself totally of the mist that had formed over them. "I, I just wanted to see if you wanted to take a walk, down by the river?" Ginny was dumbstruck for a moment. It was eleven o'clock at night and the Head Girl, stickler for the rules, was asking her to take a midnight stroll down by the very dark and very dangerous lake. Sounded good to her. Snape would just have to live with an almost done essay, she knew she could; even if it meant detention for a week with Filtch. "Sure Hermione. I'd love to get away from this essay on the healing qualities of pig snot." Hermione's face lit up. "Great!"
The lake was dark and murky, as usual. Ginny tried not to stare as they passed by her and Draco's tree. She wondered what he was up to right now. "So, I wanted to talk to you, away from everyone else." Ginny's attention was ripped away from her love and brought back to Hermione. She grimaced a bit. She was beginning to rethink her decision to take a walk, she had just wanted to get out, she hadn't actually thought of the consequences. "Go on, I'm all ears." Hermione gave her a weak smile before looking down at the ground. "I've been avoiding you Ginny, and I wanted to say I'm sorry." Ginny choked down the hilarity. She definitely didn't need to apologize for leaving her alone. Ginny hadn't thought twice about it. Hermione looked up at her. "There's something going on with you Ginny, and I respect you don't want to tell us about it, but we're worried. I'm worried." Ginny kept her face a steely blank, but felt the fire begin to burn within. Something she hadn't felt in several weeks now. "I've seen you come out here several times with Draco, I've never followed you," she added quickly, fearing Ginny's temper. "I just want to make sure you know what you're doing. I don't want to see you get hurt." 'Funny', Ginny thought, 'I was just thinking the exact opposite of you. She stopped and stared at Hermione, trying to decide whether to yell, or calmly diffuse the situation and leave. "Hermione, I understand you issues with Draco, but you don't even know him," she put her finger up to stop Hermione from piping in. "Cause if you did, you wouldn't be asking me stupid questions. Why didn't you freak out over Seamus, huh? I'll tell you why, because you know him. The only thing you see in Draco is the woman using, world hating Malfoy, but not everyone is what they seem to be, or want to appear to be." When she finished she heard her words ringing in her ears. Her stomach began to flip. Mr. Ollivander's words. True for so many. Her hands began to sweat. There was something deeper about them. She could feel it. She could feel something she hadn't felt before. A presence. An evil presence. It was covering the school in a blanket. "Ginny? Ginny are you alright." Her face had gone pale and she began to look around wildly. Hermione began to become a bit frantic as well. Her head was twisting around. "What is it Ginny?" Ginny grabbed Hermione by the arm and began to pull her towards the castle. "We need to get to the headmaster, right away!"