[A/N- Here it is, chapter 2! I know, I have broken the number one rule of fiction by jumping perspectives. However, for this particular story I think it is necessary. PLEASE REVIEW and tell me honestly if you think it's terrible. Thanks!!]
The last night at Grimmauld Place was sticky and uncomfortable. Most nights there were borderline unlivable. The construction of the old home allowed for the air to be stagnant, stuffy and warm. On nights like that one, when it was boiling outside, the conditions inside were magnified.
It was nearing 1 am, and Ginny still had not slept at all. Both windows in the room she shared with Hermione had been opened on the off chance that any breeze passing though would reach them. Ginny was paging through her diary (a proper one, bought at a Muggle shop just to be safe) while Hermione snored loudly next to her.
Glancing over at her friend, Ginny shook her head in disbelief. How can she possibly sleep when it's this hot? She returned her attention to her diary.
Dear Diary- Tonight was the Yule Ball. Neville was not quite the date I would have asked for, although I did meet a nice boy named Michael, though…..
Dear Diary- Something happened last night to Ron, Hermione, and Harry. No one will tell me anything, although it must have something to do with Professor Lupin- he has suddenly decided to resign. Snape is also in a particularly awful mood......
Ginny let out a sigh. If only she had known. She paged quickly through more of her past entries, most filled with trivial complaints about her brothers, or musings on how Harry had looked at breakfast.
One entry near the front of the book caught her attention when she spotted a name- Malfoy. Frowning, she tried to recall any event that would involve him. There was that one thing, but that happened before she had this diary.
Dear Diary- Last night I dreamt about that thing that happened with Malfoy. Oh, I wish I could tell more about it, but even thinking about it brings back all the bad memories! The nightmares about Tom have pretty much stopped. Dumbledore gave me a potion at the end of term that was supposed to prevent me from dreaming about it when I slept. But, this particular event keeps on coming back to me........
Unable to read any further, Ginny shut the leather-bound book with a soft thump and shoved it back into her bag. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. It wasn't the event herself that frightened her to think about, it was just the timing. Just days before it had happened, Ginny had lain dying on the stone floor of the Chamber, and Harry had nearly been killed too. Any thought of the event seemed to release every memory of that terrible first year, causing her to always keep it hidden in the back of her mind.
Ginny rose and stood at the windowsill. The events of what had happened between her and Malfoy replayed in her mind, as if it had happened yesterday, not three years earlier. She could still feel his strong, yet not aggressive grip as he pushed her against his wall. His voice replayed itself- What did he do to you? What did he do to you? His eyes, first alight with anger, changing gradually as they looked at her with concern for that ephemeral moment before she ran. What did he do to you?
Despite the warmth of the night, Ginny shivered. She still did not understand the event. Who was the he Malfoy was talking about? Was it Tom, as she had originally thought? It wasn't probable- she had been the only one possessed by him. Or was it, as she had theorized later, Lucius Malfoy? What did that one look of caring from her family's enemy mean?
Suddenly, it dawned on Ginny that she may not be the only person who had been traumatized by Lucius's actions.