Sorry for the wait those of you who read my story.THX! I love you! XD well this one is longer and I guess exciting.... yes then! Anywho it will probably take me a little longer for the next chapter with school starting and trying to get things together and my violin in a mess. Yes I play violin... ok that's it for now! Read on my fellow readers!

(For all the boys who starred at me. This chapter is for you.)

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. To bad so sad.

Chapter 3

I woke up, my whole body shaking. I glance at my alarm clock and look around the room. Hermione and Nina were gone. I'm late for breakfast. I peeled of my pj's and look through my drawers. I pull out moms annual Christmas presents, and pull the dark red sweater over my head, and some old jeans. I looked at my self in the mirror and saw my pale face staring poignantly back. My hazel eyes red and my wine-colored hair wiry. I look horrible.

I entered the great hall and everyone was chatting excitedly about the trip to Hogsmead this afternoon. Christmas was just around the corner and everyone was already purchasing gifts. I walked sluggishly to the Gryffindor table and sit in my usually spot next to Nina. "How are you feeling today?" she asked showing a concerned look.

"Ok I guess. I've had better." I stare down at my plate that was now getting cold. "eat." Nina said looking bothered. I look down the table and see Ron looking down at his food; Hermione looking at me giving me a small smile, and Harry talking happily with Dean and Seamus.

I stare at Harry a little more and feel my heart drop. I gulped and turned away again. Then I felt eyes drill in the back of my head. I turn and see Cho Chang looking at me. I quickly turn around and gather my stuff and leave. I was just about to reach the door and I feel to the floor. I look up and see Pansy Parkinson cackling away, "don't have potter to help you now, huh?" her and her pretty made up friends snicker.

I jump up. "Fuck you and your fake eyelashes." Everyone looked at me.

She gasped. "Little Ginevra Weasley actually cursed, wow your sure getting to be a big girl." She said sarcastically.

"I really don't need this right now." I said as I gather my stuff off the floor while her and her friends snickered.

I got my books in my hands and trudge out of the hall.

Draco called to Pansy from down table, "Pansy."

"Yes Draco?" she slyly smiled.

"You're a genuine bitch."

I threw my books on the floor and let my self go on my bed. My eyes were welling up and I pulled my bed curtains shut. Why am I crying? Why is every thing going wrong? Why was Cho looking at me?

My mind raced for hours as I lay there crying. Why didn't Ron or Hermione help me?

"Gin? Are you ok?"

"Who is it?"

"Who do you think?" Hermione then pulled back the curtains. I look up and see the room is dark. "What time is it?" I ask wiping the tears. "It's already 9:00 p.m you missed all your classes and the trip to hogsmead." She looked disappointed.

"oh." I sighed. "Ok I will leave you alone and goodnight." She said and left my side. And I drift to a deep slumber.

I wake up suddenly; my stomach rumbling. I sit up and tie my claret hair back and move aside my curtains. I stand and stretch.

I look at Hermione and Nina fast asleep. I tippy toe out of the dormitory and close the door softly behind me. I walk carefully down the stairs into the common room. The fire place glow was quickly fading from the tomb cold room. I shuddered slightly as my bare feet hit the cold marble floor of the hallway.

Darkness was everywhere. I pulled out my wand and whispered, "Lumos." the small beam was really no help but it comforted me. I was steadily down the hallway looking for the kitchen, trying to remember where the twins said it was. The farther I walked the darker and colder it grew.

Then I heard something. Someone? No it sounds like music. A violin??? The sound grew louder as I walked down the hall. The haunting melody soothed me in a eerie way. Like the music was calling me. Then the melody changed, it was gloomy and lullaby-ish.

I stopped at a large dark oak door. It sounded like it was in there. I carefully push the door open and the music stopped. I step in and look around.

There was one large window draped by black curtains, there was a small center stage on my right and chairs before it. I looked to my left and saw a Victorian style chair and diverse instruments. One was a large looking violin on a stand gleaming. The next one was lying on the floor. This was a violin. Next to it was a candle and sheet music and a small crimson diary. The violin glimmered by the light of the flickering candle. Hey that looks like my diary. I look back at the small garnet colored book. It is my diary. On the spine were my initials in gold, G.W.

I quickly pick up the diary, and place it in my back pocket.

"I see you found your diary."

"Who are you and what were you doing with my diary?" I said shakily.

"No need to be scared Weasley." Draco stepped into the light his silvery blond glossy hair down slightly covering his dark cold gray eyes and smirking.

"I'm not scared." I say looking into his cold gray eyes making me shiver.

"Well why are you shaking?" he asked still smirking.

"I'm cold." I shook again.

"Its winter what do you expect? And you didn't bring your cloak." He walked up in front of me.

I looked intently at his eyes. He graceful shrugged of his cloak and handed it to me. "here." My hand skimmed his, and he jerked his hand away and put it in his pocket. I quickly put it on." What are you doing here out and its late." I ask.

"I should ask you the same." He said running his slender fingers through his hair, his skin almost matching the lightness of his hair.

I almost completely forgot about being hungry, but then my stomach reminded me quite loudly. "I was hungry."

I felt my face glow as I crossed my arms over my stomach, and looked down. "I should go." I say as I look back into his intense gray eyes like a dark storm over a threatening sea. I still stood there not capable of moving my legs. He stroked the nape of his neck. I took a step closer to him. "Um... let me give up back your cloak." I say as I slip one bare shoulder out. He reached out a pale hand and pushed the cloak over my shoulder, his cold fingers barely licking my skin. "You keep it."

I stiffened. I know I probably blushing, he was close to me and his hand hasn't moved. He realized this and moved his hand swiftly and placed it in his pocket. I eased. His face was emotionless. "Did you....look in my diary?" I asked shakily.

"Yes, matter of fact I did. Quite interesting parts in there, the one with Potter. And the one about that girl, Nina Thomas, rather sad in a way." The Slytherin humor was back. Oh goody. "How was the break up?" he said amused. He now somehow was across the room sitting on the Victorian chair looking superior. I felt the tears burning in my eyes. Some tears fell and I quickly wiped them afraid to let him see. I faced the other way.

"Are you two still friends?" he asked, "that is what he said." "no." I whispered.

"What Weasley? I didn't quite hear you. Speak up." He said sounding like an angry parent. I shook my head. I turned around to face him and I'm sure I looked like a toddler that fell down and scraped their knees, and cried because no one would help them. His smiled was wiped off and he just looked at me, I mean really looked at me, 'studied me'.

"We're not friends and I seen how Cho looked at him, I'm sure they are already going out." I said calmly. "I should go." I stood still. My eyes watered. And my feet ached from the cold.

He was still staring at me. I took a step backward, still keeping eye contact with him. I wanted to turn my back and runaway, but some how couldn't, his stare mesmerized me. I gathered my will, and turned, went to the door and left.

My foot steps echoed in the cold passage ways as I kept my head down and stared at my feet. I still had his cloak wrapped around me. I managed to get to the common room and forgot the reason why I even got out of bed. I climbed up the stairs and Harry's room and stopped promptly. I was still looking at my feet and saw the letter under the door. On the front I could see the fine cursive of Cho and around Harry's name was little hearts animated to circle his name. I starred at it for awhile. Subsequently I went to my room.

I entered the hall and strutted to my table. I sat in my usual spot facing the Gryffindor table. I sat next to Blaise Zabini, who was busily stuffing sausage and eggs in his mouth. Pansy sat across from him looking disgusted.

"How attractive Blaise." Pansy said dully. "Thanks." Food spat out and she gave a little gasp and he sneered.

I looked at the Gryffindor table and saw Weasley; she sat with an ominous look upon her face, shoveling food in her mouth. Pansy noticed. "Why are you looking at her for?" she said after a gulp of pumpkin juice.

"Shut up and drink your pumpkin juice."

"Nina is he looking at her?" I ask as I swig some pumpkin juice. "No! For the sixth time this morning." She said rolling her eyes. I look helplessly at my food. "Ok, ok, ok now he is." She said glancing back at cho and Harry.

I looked up and saw Harry go to the exit of the hall hand and hand with Cho. Cho happily throwing her head back laughing and Harry chuckling. I turned towards the Slytherin table and see Draco watching me.

I don't know why I put Draco to play a violin I think of him as a violin player somehow in my warped mind