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thumper: That's the reason I don't want to let this story die. I also have another one in my head that I want to start, but I am making myself try and finish this one first.
And to everyone, I'm trying to make this chapter longer as I'm sorry for the lack of updates in the past month. (!)
Ron looked stupidly at Parvati. After a few seconds, he finally asked, "Does this mean Ginny isn't a virgin?" in a completely calm voice, utterly surprising his friends.
Parvati didn't say anything, so Hermione spoke for her. "Honestly Ron, weren't you listening? Ginny never answered the question..." she stopped speaking suddenly, looking off in space for a short time, then continued. "did anyone else notice how the lie detector spell never went off?"
Ron spoke again, his voice taking the same emotionless tone it did before. "Hermione, will you go talk to her?"
She just sent a pleading look to Harry, who seemed to be staring at the girl's staircase with an odd look on his face. "Oh, all right, but Ron..." she turned back towards him, "you have to promise not to murder her if it turns out she really isn't a virgin."
He just nodded, his face still void of any emotion. Hermione hoped that lasted until she got back, since Ron was know for his severe overprotectiveness of his "baby" sister. Getting up, Hermione took a step towards the staircase. "Harry," she called out, looking behind her, "can you bring Ron up to your dormintory?" Harry, still staring at the staircase, nodded. She walked the rest of the way to the stairs, and went up without another glance at the scene behind her.
I was going to end it here, but I remembered I promised you guys a longer chapter.
"Ginny?" Hermione called once she had reached the landing of the stairs. She got no responce. Walking the rest of the way to the fifth year's dormitory entrance, she knocked twice. When there was no answer, she quietly let herself it. And stood shocked at the picture in front of her.
Everything was wet. Every four poster bed, every meter of carpet, every school uniform left on the floor. There was water dripping from the wardrobes across from the three beds, and some girls eyeshadow seemed to be making a large purple puddle on the gold carpet.
Hermione continued making her inspection of the drenched room when a large crack of thunder brought her out of her reverie. Looking up, she found the ceiling had been replaced by think grey rainclouds. Hermione was past being shocked at what was happening in this room, but when a bolt of lightning came down and charred a wardrobe near her, she let out a small squeak.
Immediately following the ligntning came rain. Cauldrens full of it. Hermione could feel her bushy hair frizzing up, as a result of the lightning or the rain, she was unsure. As she took another step into the room a grey fog surrounded her, obsuring her vision of the red headed girl laying on the bed at the far side of the room. Taking another step, a heavy wind picked up, reminding her of a hurricane. With her third step into the room the temperacure fell drastically, making the rain around her rapidly transform into hail.
The tiny ice cubes collecting in her hair was the last straw. (Sorry, it's a little personal joke of mine.) Backing out of the room, she barely noticed the wind calmed and the fog faded away.
Okay, there it is. The second chapter of Safety in Dragons. I hope everyone liked it. I'm sorry for the spelling mistakes, but I don't have Word anymore, and the spell check built into seems to not be working. Please, please, please review. Reviews make me update faster.
Sasha aka Oorjit