Messaging My Love
Chap. 20
"Later," was the reply Ron Weasley got when he tried to wake his sister; looking over at Colin who seemed to be glaring at Malfoy while talking to Harry, Ron felt like he failed at something.
Hermione sat there staring at Ron; curiously watching his face as he thought about things. Right now he was frowning down at Ginny before looking up at her. She smiled hoping that it would help him. He smiled back slightly.
"Ron," she said, "you do know she's alright now?"
Ron only nodded not saying anything, "it's alright mate," Hermione heard Harry say apparently hearing her comment.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Ginny said.
"Hey!" Ron said, "I though you were sleeping!"
Ginny yawned nodding, "well I couldn't with everyone trying to cheer you up."
"Ginny," Colin said smiling over at her; she smiled back, "you going to give me a hug or no?"
"Well I'm not going to get out of my bed and give you one," Ginny joked, "you come here."
Colin came over and hugged her before pulling away and giving her a long, gentle kiss, which left Ron green, Hermione sighing, and Harry pale.
"What was that for?" Ginny asked fluttering her eyes open again when they pulled apart.
Colin grinned at her and pulled her into a hug again; looking over Colin's shoulder she tried to not look at Harry, "because I love you," she vaguely heard Colin say if she hadn't paid attention at the last minutes.
"Ugh!" Malfoy said, "Must you do that while people are around?"
Ginny grinned at him, "only doing it because we need to annoy you, M- Draco," she said with a wink.
If possible Malfoy paled even more, "thanks Weasley didn't know you care," he drawled sarcastically.
"All in a days work, Draco," she smirked at him.
"Whatever," Malfoy said making Ginny grin at the act she won.
That night everyone who came had to go; leaving Harry, Ginny, and Malfoy alone. It was too quite for Ginny's comfort; she cleared her throat and tried concentrating on the book Hermione brought her.
(Trapped - Unknown
In those eyes I look at
I see only myself
You don't let me in
Nor do you let me out
I feel trapped
Under you stare
Yet lost into your eyes
Something about you makes me shiver
Something about you makes me feel warm too
I hate your stare
Yet I love it
I feel so trapped
And that's why I'm the first to look away…)
Ginny smiled at how perfect the poem seemed to be on her crushes. She looked up and met with Harry's eyes looking away back down to the book she shivered. Here we go, she thought wearily.
Around midnight Malfoy laid in bed annoyed looking over at Ginny he could she her eyes moving behind her lids and her book slipping from her grip.
"No!" Malfoy jumped when she screamed that out; she screamed and screamed she wouldn't stop. She woke Harry too. Madame Pomfrey came in worried before leaving and coming back with Dumbledore.
He saw Dumbledore mumble something making Ginny's breath ragged as if she wanted to scream more but was held back. "Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore called; Potter looked up expectantly at him, "I need you to do something for me but don't worry it's only a spell."
Make it stop, Ginny though, she was watching more and more people die. Her heart stop she could barely breath she tried covering her ears and close her eyes but she could still feel the affect of each person dying around her.
Then she felt it a light warm feeling crawling through her skin making her slowly feel safe and start to disappear from the war below. Her body was warm but her lips tingled…she wanted so much to wake and find out who was doing this.
[A/N: I wrote the poem and maybe it was Harry but then again Dumbledore did say it was some sort of spell...]
Chap. 20
"Later," was the reply Ron Weasley got when he tried to wake his sister; looking over at Colin who seemed to be glaring at Malfoy while talking to Harry, Ron felt like he failed at something.
Hermione sat there staring at Ron; curiously watching his face as he thought about things. Right now he was frowning down at Ginny before looking up at her. She smiled hoping that it would help him. He smiled back slightly.
"Ron," she said, "you do know she's alright now?"
Ron only nodded not saying anything, "it's alright mate," Hermione heard Harry say apparently hearing her comment.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Ginny said.
"Hey!" Ron said, "I though you were sleeping!"
Ginny yawned nodding, "well I couldn't with everyone trying to cheer you up."
"Ginny," Colin said smiling over at her; she smiled back, "you going to give me a hug or no?"
"Well I'm not going to get out of my bed and give you one," Ginny joked, "you come here."
Colin came over and hugged her before pulling away and giving her a long, gentle kiss, which left Ron green, Hermione sighing, and Harry pale.
"What was that for?" Ginny asked fluttering her eyes open again when they pulled apart.
Colin grinned at her and pulled her into a hug again; looking over Colin's shoulder she tried to not look at Harry, "because I love you," she vaguely heard Colin say if she hadn't paid attention at the last minutes.
"Ugh!" Malfoy said, "Must you do that while people are around?"
Ginny grinned at him, "only doing it because we need to annoy you, M- Draco," she said with a wink.
If possible Malfoy paled even more, "thanks Weasley didn't know you care," he drawled sarcastically.
"All in a days work, Draco," she smirked at him.
"Whatever," Malfoy said making Ginny grin at the act she won.
That night everyone who came had to go; leaving Harry, Ginny, and Malfoy alone. It was too quite for Ginny's comfort; she cleared her throat and tried concentrating on the book Hermione brought her.
(Trapped - Unknown
In those eyes I look at
I see only myself
You don't let me in
Nor do you let me out
I feel trapped
Under you stare
Yet lost into your eyes
Something about you makes me shiver
Something about you makes me feel warm too
I hate your stare
Yet I love it
I feel so trapped
And that's why I'm the first to look away…)
Ginny smiled at how perfect the poem seemed to be on her crushes. She looked up and met with Harry's eyes looking away back down to the book she shivered. Here we go, she thought wearily.
Around midnight Malfoy laid in bed annoyed looking over at Ginny he could she her eyes moving behind her lids and her book slipping from her grip.
"No!" Malfoy jumped when she screamed that out; she screamed and screamed she wouldn't stop. She woke Harry too. Madame Pomfrey came in worried before leaving and coming back with Dumbledore.
He saw Dumbledore mumble something making Ginny's breath ragged as if she wanted to scream more but was held back. "Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore called; Potter looked up expectantly at him, "I need you to do something for me but don't worry it's only a spell."
Make it stop, Ginny though, she was watching more and more people die. Her heart stop she could barely breath she tried covering her ears and close her eyes but she could still feel the affect of each person dying around her.
Then she felt it a light warm feeling crawling through her skin making her slowly feel safe and start to disappear from the war below. Her body was warm but her lips tingled…she wanted so much to wake and find out who was doing this.
[A/N: I wrote the poem and maybe it was Harry but then again Dumbledore did say it was some sort of spell...]