.
"Hey get up…come on now…"
The voice sounded far away, like he had cotton in his ears while some one was trying to talk to him.
"You have to get up, please? Just for a little bit ok?"
'No. Not ok.' It took him a minute to realize he said that mentally and not verbally.
"Nmmmph, Nahkohkay"
'There, see? Talking isn't that hard.'
"What? I don't have time for your games. You need to be awake! Goddess, I wish you had a concussion…"
Well, that wasn't very nice.
And he decided to tell this bodiless voice so.
"Arw you awayz thif mean?" The pillow that his head was buried in muffled his words, but he thought she got his message any way. And she had.
"Mean?! You are so ungrateful you know that? Wake your lazy arse up /now/ or I'll pour this soup on you, are you listening?"
"No….I don't think I am right now…" He'd turned his head to the side no longer speaking into the pillow but trying to direct his comment at this godforsaken voice.
He felt hands on his shoulders then a more gentle voice, or was it the same one only not in an angry tone? "Alright, I know your awake now. You need to get up and at least drink something ok? Just a little something, and then you can go back to sleep. I promise."
For some reason these hands made him relax a bit. He sighed heavily and tried to open his eyes. They felt like they were glued shut but he managed.
Every thing was blurry, and his eyes watered. He reached up to rub his eyes, and kind of huddled on his pillow. Yawning he asked, "Where am I?"
"Hogwarts." Was the reply.
He may feel half-dead but sarcasm was still in his system, 'Oh yes, Hogwarts. Now why didn't I think of that?' "I meant where the bloody hell did you move me."
Now that he was more awake he had a chance to analyze the voice. Female, younger, and quiet…
He couldn't open his eyes yet though, he tried and thought he was going to go blind.
With out waiting for an answer, or maybe he just didn't hear her, he asked, "Can you draw the drapes? It's to damn bright in here."
He heard a girlish giggle, "It's the middle of the night, I don't think it would make a difference."
'God how long was I out for…?'
"Here I'll make the wick smaller." Obviously she was referring to an oil lamp, that must have been where the light was coming from.
He mumbled a "thanks" then rolled over on his back. As she sat down next to him he felt the bed give way under her weight, but still didn't care enough to comment.
"Come on, just sit up."
"Mmmm hmmm." He mumbled. Draco was extremely glad he tried this new stuff on the weekend…if he had classes he would have been in more trouble than even he's used to.
"Only for a minute. Just over a bit." He tried, and she propped pillows up behind him. This new position was a bit better. He tried opening his eyes again. The room was extremely dim but he could still make out a few things. Like to his left was a door which looked like it led to the lavatory, there was a fireplace directly in front of the bed, to it's right where the corner of the room should be stood a door instead. On the wall to his right there was a very large window with a window seat, and a small table in front of it. On the table sat the oil lamp.
Draco was taking all of this in. Then his eyes landed on her. She was very small for her age, almost elfish. He thought she was at least 2 years younger than he was. Her hair looked very straight, although it was hard to tell as it was put up in a ponytail. And the room was so dark her eyes looked almost black.
"You alright now?"
Draco started to nod his head, then the floor began to move. Whoa, not a good idea. He settled for a "I'm fine." His voice sounded harsh, and his throat felt scratchy.
"Here I brought you something." she walked over to the small table. He'd missed something in his earlier observations, a small bowl and a spoon lay next to the lamp. "I didn't know if you'd still be here…but I thought I'd check any way."
When she brought the bowl to him he saw it wasn't really anything…just broth. He sneered slightly. "Planning on starving me?"
Ginny was a good person, but sometimes she just got plain annoyed with assholes that don't give a damn. She'd put up with his chauvinistic attitude and over-all rudeness but enough as enough.
"You know when I said I'd pour this on you? I /wasn't/ joking. So why don't you just shut up and eat it." After a beat of silence she sighed, "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to say that."
He just held out his hand for the bowl, which as soon as she handed it to him he almost dropped. "Here." she blew on it and lifted a spoonful to his lips.
He took a sip. 'Gross…there's no real flavor.' It was like she could tell what he was thinking "Don't complain, your stomach won't be able to handle anything solid for a while. This is probably the only thing you can keep down."
A few more spoonfuls and he didn't like playing the role of 'helpless child here, please feed me.'
Then after burning himself several times Ginny gave up and refused to give him anything at all if he insisted on getting hurt.
A warming spell was placed on the bowl to keep the soup hot. She had to stop feeding him every once and a while, only giving him a bit at a time. She'd done this with Ron once during the summer, and knew exactly what to do.
He mostly slept, then when he was awake she would give him some soup or water, she needed to at least keep him hydrated. It was Friday night when she found him and it was now Sunday evening, and Ginny was extremely glad they had no classes on Monday.
He'd finally gotten up to take a shower, and when he came back he found her sitting on the window seat doing homework.
Draco leaned against the doorframe. "Why are you doing this?"
Virginia jumped, she hadn't heard him come into the room, "Doing what?"
He walked over to lean against the bedpost. Leaning seemed to be the next best thing to standing, as he couldn't stand real well at the moment. "/This/, helping me. You've done so much…what do you want?"
"Nothing. You needed my help-"
"I don't need any ones help little girl."
Ginny sat her book down. "I see." Then she began to gather her books and parchment.
"Where are you going?" He seemed to be confused now.
She looked up "Well, you don't need my help and I have a charms essay due Tuesday. It would be completed much faster if you weren't hanging about, wasting my time."
"I do not hang about!" he raised his voice slightly.
But she was ignoring him mostly. When she'd gathered all of her stuff she walked over to him and handed him a vial from her pocket.
"Don't eat anything but a bit of broth for a little while, at least until dinner time tomorrow, and not to much all at once. Then take this potion" Draco looked at the bluish, metallic liquid "Drink a lot of water, and when you can eat something don't eat anything to rich, like chocolate."
Draco snorted slightly, giving a sarcastic answer, "Yeah, sure, I'll just have to ignore those damn chocolate cravings."
Ginny sighed "What ever you say Draco." and turned around to leave, but not before giving him one last comment.
"You know…that drug you took was to powerful in the amount you had…just remember there's not always going to be some one around to save your ass, and even if there was I doubt they'd care enough to keep silent."
She shut the door quietly.
'Who needs that little brat any way? It's probably past her bedtime' Draco smirked at his own private joke, then looked around the room, his smirk fell. 'Alone again…wasn't this how all this started in the first place?'
He laid down on the bed, wondering when he was going to find his way back to the Slytherin dungeon…or better yet, the club so he can a few more 'supplies'. Ah but he could take something now, it wouldn't be as strong but it would get him to sleep after a small…detour.
~ "Don't eat anything…" ~ The girls voice rang in his ears. 'Well…obviously she meant food. And this is /medication/, not food.' Draco smirked as if he was outwitting her in some way.
'Where's that shirt?' So he was a bit edgy about the shirt, he had about 30 more just like it, but it wasn't the shirt he was worried about. It was what's in the shirt that counts. He walked over to the chair, grabbed the shirt and sat down. Trying to focus and see in the light he ran his hand over the hem. When he felt a small bump, he breathed a sigh of relief, she hadn't found them, or at least hadn't taken them. He ripped the thread and out fell two small pills he always carried with him, incase he had a craving and couldn't get to his kit.
'Perfect.' they weren't /to/ strong, but they would get the job done.
He got up and went to the small table by the window, he took the pills and drank some ice water the girl had brought him at one point or another. Taking his water he went over to the bed, set it down, and collapsed on top of the blankets. Draco just barely made it under the covers before the pills started to work.
It didn't occur to him until he'd almost drifted off to sleep, but the thought did cross his mind.
'How did she know my name…?'
*
It wasn't a very long walk back to Gryfondor Tower, but it seemed to take forever. She was thinking about him, him and how he could be so selfish. If she hadn't of been there who knows who could have found him!
And why was she getting so worked up over this?
Oh yeah, because she knew he needed help, and allot of it.
The drug he'd been using was a drug made by wizards but for every one, made by her brothers to be precise…but very expensive and extremely powerful. If it weren't for that potion she'd given him and a few advanced spells she'd cast while he was sleeping, he'd probably be down for a few more days.
Who the hell would be carrying that in a school? Well…obviously they had buyers…but if they sell it to the wrong people some one's bound to screw up.
'I wonder if he goes to The Underground. Yes that would be the perfect place to buy something like that.'
The Underground was what most would call a drug club, because that's exactly what it is. It's been in Hogwarts forever. The secret of its existence only being past down to those trusted. Yes, some teachers knew of it…and some didn't. It was the same with the prefects, as most when hearing a bit of music cast a silencing spell and then walk away like there was nothing to be concerned about. Even if they wanted to tell that would mean when they were on their brake they'd have no where to go.
It's always been around and probably always will be. That's just how things were. And how did Ginny know about it? Harry and Ron of course. Fred and George always experimented with new ideas on how to get high, and Harry and Ron were always willing to 'help them out' by trying their products. Once they were hooked on it though the only place they could get it in school was this club.
Mum always thought the twins were working on jokes.
Those fake wands? Unscrew the handle and a life saving fine white powder would have fallen out. Equipped with a small pocket mirror and straw, only the best for their customers.
Although they were dealers no one really knew as they operated a complicated system of employees that work about the school. A precaution, so some blundering idiot didn't walk right up to them asking for some cid.
And they did have their morals, like no selling to children, or no hooking people with free samples and then tell them they have to start buying if they want to appease that burning hunger in their bodies. A very honest and profitable business they run. Mother is so proud that their *cough* joke shop *cough* is so popular.
She'd been there once, to The Underground. Hermione was going crazy looking for Ron. He hadn't actually expected her to wait up for him when he said he was going to get a book. Ginny went to warn him, and tell him to get his arse back up to Gryfondor tower quickly, and hopefully he knew a charm to cover up red eyes.
She'd slipped out of the girls dormitories, and made her way to the dungeons. Well, where were you expecting it to be? In one of the towers? Any ways, the entrance is down a long narrow corridor at what looks to be a dead end, with a window. To get in you need a ring, silver with certain designs on it (hers was black vines). To be a member you only really need two things: some one who trusts you who's already in, and money. Ron bought her a ring incase she ever needed to find him. Ginny sighed, boy did she ever love her brother. So tapping a specific stone with her ring the wall slid open and there appeared a door. She'd never been in there before, and didn't know what to expect. Little did she know she'd later become quite acquainted with the place.
At first it was a lot to take in, every one was moving- dancing, walking, and making out on sofas. Then there were corners you couldn't see in because of all the smoke from cigarettes, or what she later learned, what /looked/ like cigarettes. And then there were other dark corners that she'd prefer not to look into, like the ones occupied with people who didn't mind having sex in public.
She walked down the circular steps from the doorway looking for her brother and also tried to observe what was going on. Across from the door was a stage, currently occupied by some screaming chic and her guitar. She didn't recognize the music, only that it was loud. In front if the stage there was a place where the floor was covered in wood, not stone like the rest of the room. That's where people were dancing. On the wall to her left there was a bar, willing to serve you anything from liquor to poison. To her right there was an entire wall of doors accented by scantly clad females showing off more than what was covered, she had no idea where they led to, but by the looks of it they were probably bedrooms, Gin raised an eyebrow at this. And all around the room there clusters of sofas and chairs with tables in the middle of them.
She spotted Ron in one of the chairs off to the left side of the room, laughing at something Dean had said. But before she could get there some one stepped in front of her.
"Hello there little Weasel." She looked up to find a sneering blonde boy. He looked amused, which normally wouldn't bother her…but his body language said he wanted something more than just to say hi.
"Um…hello…"
He'd stood up from a cluster of chairs, which were now becoming emptier as his friends came to stand behind him.
"What's she doing here, using or not?" That was somebody behind him.
He turned his head, "Damned if I know." Then turned back to her and grabbed her arm, roughly lifting up her blouse sleeve, as she wasn't wearing a robe. He ran his hand over the inside of her elbow, and then did the same thing with her other arm, though this time he didn't let go. She didn't like this situation at all.
He turned back to, who she assumed was, the one who asked him the question, "She's clean."
Virginia had no idea what was going on, clean? What was that? She looked at the other boys, maybe they would give her a hint, but her attention was brought back to the blonde when he asked her a question.
Grinning slightly he said, "Care to play a game?"
Back in the present Ginny shivered slightly remember what had happened. She was scared out of her wits by the look in his eyes. But Ron had come over, having seen her, and demanded to know what the hell was happening. Well it almost turned out to be a full-blown brawl, but she managed to drag her brother out of there with a warning about Hermione. When they'd gotten back, Ron had gone through the portal with an excuse like "I went down to the kitchens, no worries." While she'd climbed back in bed. Yes, all in all it had been an eventful evening.
While lost in thought her feet had automatically carried her to the exact same portal she was just thinking about.
'Cool, kind of like auto-pilot' hey, muggle studies weren't totally useless.
She climbed in, walked through Gryfondor common room, and went to find Hermione. She needed help with her homework, and hopefully it wouldn't be too late to ask. Well, with Hermione it was never really /too late/ to ask…but the later the hour, the more the lecture will be long.
(A/N) WOOOO HOOOO! 6 pages worth, probably the most I've written in a chapter so far. Any ways this is the first time (ever) I've written in detail, it wasn't that hard surprisingly. But please tell me how I did. I know it can be a little bit…dry, but I had to put in all that history and memories at some point! Please tell e how I did, and comments/hints are appreciated. Thanks for reading
-Wind and Ashes
P.s. I'm sure I'm going to get some smart-ass comment either through reviewing or email (as I always do). So let me clear something up now. I don't know why parents who have gone to The Underground haven't told the headmaster about it, or tried to shut it down. *shrugs* memory charms? But my over all point is, if I am in the mood to make Draco get up walk over to Ginny and do the Latin tango with her while he sings "I'm a little tea pot…" it shall be so! Why? Because I'm the writer so /there/ *sticks out tongue*
"Hey get up…come on now…"
The voice sounded far away, like he had cotton in his ears while some one was trying to talk to him.
"You have to get up, please? Just for a little bit ok?"
'No. Not ok.' It took him a minute to realize he said that mentally and not verbally.
"Nmmmph, Nahkohkay"
'There, see? Talking isn't that hard.'
"What? I don't have time for your games. You need to be awake! Goddess, I wish you had a concussion…"
Well, that wasn't very nice.
And he decided to tell this bodiless voice so.
"Arw you awayz thif mean?" The pillow that his head was buried in muffled his words, but he thought she got his message any way. And she had.
"Mean?! You are so ungrateful you know that? Wake your lazy arse up /now/ or I'll pour this soup on you, are you listening?"
"No….I don't think I am right now…" He'd turned his head to the side no longer speaking into the pillow but trying to direct his comment at this godforsaken voice.
He felt hands on his shoulders then a more gentle voice, or was it the same one only not in an angry tone? "Alright, I know your awake now. You need to get up and at least drink something ok? Just a little something, and then you can go back to sleep. I promise."
For some reason these hands made him relax a bit. He sighed heavily and tried to open his eyes. They felt like they were glued shut but he managed.
Every thing was blurry, and his eyes watered. He reached up to rub his eyes, and kind of huddled on his pillow. Yawning he asked, "Where am I?"
"Hogwarts." Was the reply.
He may feel half-dead but sarcasm was still in his system, 'Oh yes, Hogwarts. Now why didn't I think of that?' "I meant where the bloody hell did you move me."
Now that he was more awake he had a chance to analyze the voice. Female, younger, and quiet…
He couldn't open his eyes yet though, he tried and thought he was going to go blind.
With out waiting for an answer, or maybe he just didn't hear her, he asked, "Can you draw the drapes? It's to damn bright in here."
He heard a girlish giggle, "It's the middle of the night, I don't think it would make a difference."
'God how long was I out for…?'
"Here I'll make the wick smaller." Obviously she was referring to an oil lamp, that must have been where the light was coming from.
He mumbled a "thanks" then rolled over on his back. As she sat down next to him he felt the bed give way under her weight, but still didn't care enough to comment.
"Come on, just sit up."
"Mmmm hmmm." He mumbled. Draco was extremely glad he tried this new stuff on the weekend…if he had classes he would have been in more trouble than even he's used to.
"Only for a minute. Just over a bit." He tried, and she propped pillows up behind him. This new position was a bit better. He tried opening his eyes again. The room was extremely dim but he could still make out a few things. Like to his left was a door which looked like it led to the lavatory, there was a fireplace directly in front of the bed, to it's right where the corner of the room should be stood a door instead. On the wall to his right there was a very large window with a window seat, and a small table in front of it. On the table sat the oil lamp.
Draco was taking all of this in. Then his eyes landed on her. She was very small for her age, almost elfish. He thought she was at least 2 years younger than he was. Her hair looked very straight, although it was hard to tell as it was put up in a ponytail. And the room was so dark her eyes looked almost black.
"You alright now?"
Draco started to nod his head, then the floor began to move. Whoa, not a good idea. He settled for a "I'm fine." His voice sounded harsh, and his throat felt scratchy.
"Here I brought you something." she walked over to the small table. He'd missed something in his earlier observations, a small bowl and a spoon lay next to the lamp. "I didn't know if you'd still be here…but I thought I'd check any way."
When she brought the bowl to him he saw it wasn't really anything…just broth. He sneered slightly. "Planning on starving me?"
Ginny was a good person, but sometimes she just got plain annoyed with assholes that don't give a damn. She'd put up with his chauvinistic attitude and over-all rudeness but enough as enough.
"You know when I said I'd pour this on you? I /wasn't/ joking. So why don't you just shut up and eat it." After a beat of silence she sighed, "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to say that."
He just held out his hand for the bowl, which as soon as she handed it to him he almost dropped. "Here." she blew on it and lifted a spoonful to his lips.
He took a sip. 'Gross…there's no real flavor.' It was like she could tell what he was thinking "Don't complain, your stomach won't be able to handle anything solid for a while. This is probably the only thing you can keep down."
A few more spoonfuls and he didn't like playing the role of 'helpless child here, please feed me.'
Then after burning himself several times Ginny gave up and refused to give him anything at all if he insisted on getting hurt.
A warming spell was placed on the bowl to keep the soup hot. She had to stop feeding him every once and a while, only giving him a bit at a time. She'd done this with Ron once during the summer, and knew exactly what to do.
He mostly slept, then when he was awake she would give him some soup or water, she needed to at least keep him hydrated. It was Friday night when she found him and it was now Sunday evening, and Ginny was extremely glad they had no classes on Monday.
He'd finally gotten up to take a shower, and when he came back he found her sitting on the window seat doing homework.
Draco leaned against the doorframe. "Why are you doing this?"
Virginia jumped, she hadn't heard him come into the room, "Doing what?"
He walked over to lean against the bedpost. Leaning seemed to be the next best thing to standing, as he couldn't stand real well at the moment. "/This/, helping me. You've done so much…what do you want?"
"Nothing. You needed my help-"
"I don't need any ones help little girl."
Ginny sat her book down. "I see." Then she began to gather her books and parchment.
"Where are you going?" He seemed to be confused now.
She looked up "Well, you don't need my help and I have a charms essay due Tuesday. It would be completed much faster if you weren't hanging about, wasting my time."
"I do not hang about!" he raised his voice slightly.
But she was ignoring him mostly. When she'd gathered all of her stuff she walked over to him and handed him a vial from her pocket.
"Don't eat anything but a bit of broth for a little while, at least until dinner time tomorrow, and not to much all at once. Then take this potion" Draco looked at the bluish, metallic liquid "Drink a lot of water, and when you can eat something don't eat anything to rich, like chocolate."
Draco snorted slightly, giving a sarcastic answer, "Yeah, sure, I'll just have to ignore those damn chocolate cravings."
Ginny sighed "What ever you say Draco." and turned around to leave, but not before giving him one last comment.
"You know…that drug you took was to powerful in the amount you had…just remember there's not always going to be some one around to save your ass, and even if there was I doubt they'd care enough to keep silent."
She shut the door quietly.
'Who needs that little brat any way? It's probably past her bedtime' Draco smirked at his own private joke, then looked around the room, his smirk fell. 'Alone again…wasn't this how all this started in the first place?'
He laid down on the bed, wondering when he was going to find his way back to the Slytherin dungeon…or better yet, the club so he can a few more 'supplies'. Ah but he could take something now, it wouldn't be as strong but it would get him to sleep after a small…detour.
~ "Don't eat anything…" ~ The girls voice rang in his ears. 'Well…obviously she meant food. And this is /medication/, not food.' Draco smirked as if he was outwitting her in some way.
'Where's that shirt?' So he was a bit edgy about the shirt, he had about 30 more just like it, but it wasn't the shirt he was worried about. It was what's in the shirt that counts. He walked over to the chair, grabbed the shirt and sat down. Trying to focus and see in the light he ran his hand over the hem. When he felt a small bump, he breathed a sigh of relief, she hadn't found them, or at least hadn't taken them. He ripped the thread and out fell two small pills he always carried with him, incase he had a craving and couldn't get to his kit.
'Perfect.' they weren't /to/ strong, but they would get the job done.
He got up and went to the small table by the window, he took the pills and drank some ice water the girl had brought him at one point or another. Taking his water he went over to the bed, set it down, and collapsed on top of the blankets. Draco just barely made it under the covers before the pills started to work.
It didn't occur to him until he'd almost drifted off to sleep, but the thought did cross his mind.
'How did she know my name…?'
*
It wasn't a very long walk back to Gryfondor Tower, but it seemed to take forever. She was thinking about him, him and how he could be so selfish. If she hadn't of been there who knows who could have found him!
And why was she getting so worked up over this?
Oh yeah, because she knew he needed help, and allot of it.
The drug he'd been using was a drug made by wizards but for every one, made by her brothers to be precise…but very expensive and extremely powerful. If it weren't for that potion she'd given him and a few advanced spells she'd cast while he was sleeping, he'd probably be down for a few more days.
Who the hell would be carrying that in a school? Well…obviously they had buyers…but if they sell it to the wrong people some one's bound to screw up.
'I wonder if he goes to The Underground. Yes that would be the perfect place to buy something like that.'
The Underground was what most would call a drug club, because that's exactly what it is. It's been in Hogwarts forever. The secret of its existence only being past down to those trusted. Yes, some teachers knew of it…and some didn't. It was the same with the prefects, as most when hearing a bit of music cast a silencing spell and then walk away like there was nothing to be concerned about. Even if they wanted to tell that would mean when they were on their brake they'd have no where to go.
It's always been around and probably always will be. That's just how things were. And how did Ginny know about it? Harry and Ron of course. Fred and George always experimented with new ideas on how to get high, and Harry and Ron were always willing to 'help them out' by trying their products. Once they were hooked on it though the only place they could get it in school was this club.
Mum always thought the twins were working on jokes.
Those fake wands? Unscrew the handle and a life saving fine white powder would have fallen out. Equipped with a small pocket mirror and straw, only the best for their customers.
Although they were dealers no one really knew as they operated a complicated system of employees that work about the school. A precaution, so some blundering idiot didn't walk right up to them asking for some cid.
And they did have their morals, like no selling to children, or no hooking people with free samples and then tell them they have to start buying if they want to appease that burning hunger in their bodies. A very honest and profitable business they run. Mother is so proud that their *cough* joke shop *cough* is so popular.
She'd been there once, to The Underground. Hermione was going crazy looking for Ron. He hadn't actually expected her to wait up for him when he said he was going to get a book. Ginny went to warn him, and tell him to get his arse back up to Gryfondor tower quickly, and hopefully he knew a charm to cover up red eyes.
She'd slipped out of the girls dormitories, and made her way to the dungeons. Well, where were you expecting it to be? In one of the towers? Any ways, the entrance is down a long narrow corridor at what looks to be a dead end, with a window. To get in you need a ring, silver with certain designs on it (hers was black vines). To be a member you only really need two things: some one who trusts you who's already in, and money. Ron bought her a ring incase she ever needed to find him. Ginny sighed, boy did she ever love her brother. So tapping a specific stone with her ring the wall slid open and there appeared a door. She'd never been in there before, and didn't know what to expect. Little did she know she'd later become quite acquainted with the place.
At first it was a lot to take in, every one was moving- dancing, walking, and making out on sofas. Then there were corners you couldn't see in because of all the smoke from cigarettes, or what she later learned, what /looked/ like cigarettes. And then there were other dark corners that she'd prefer not to look into, like the ones occupied with people who didn't mind having sex in public.
She walked down the circular steps from the doorway looking for her brother and also tried to observe what was going on. Across from the door was a stage, currently occupied by some screaming chic and her guitar. She didn't recognize the music, only that it was loud. In front if the stage there was a place where the floor was covered in wood, not stone like the rest of the room. That's where people were dancing. On the wall to her left there was a bar, willing to serve you anything from liquor to poison. To her right there was an entire wall of doors accented by scantly clad females showing off more than what was covered, she had no idea where they led to, but by the looks of it they were probably bedrooms, Gin raised an eyebrow at this. And all around the room there clusters of sofas and chairs with tables in the middle of them.
She spotted Ron in one of the chairs off to the left side of the room, laughing at something Dean had said. But before she could get there some one stepped in front of her.
"Hello there little Weasel." She looked up to find a sneering blonde boy. He looked amused, which normally wouldn't bother her…but his body language said he wanted something more than just to say hi.
"Um…hello…"
He'd stood up from a cluster of chairs, which were now becoming emptier as his friends came to stand behind him.
"What's she doing here, using or not?" That was somebody behind him.
He turned his head, "Damned if I know." Then turned back to her and grabbed her arm, roughly lifting up her blouse sleeve, as she wasn't wearing a robe. He ran his hand over the inside of her elbow, and then did the same thing with her other arm, though this time he didn't let go. She didn't like this situation at all.
He turned back to, who she assumed was, the one who asked him the question, "She's clean."
Virginia had no idea what was going on, clean? What was that? She looked at the other boys, maybe they would give her a hint, but her attention was brought back to the blonde when he asked her a question.
Grinning slightly he said, "Care to play a game?"
Back in the present Ginny shivered slightly remember what had happened. She was scared out of her wits by the look in his eyes. But Ron had come over, having seen her, and demanded to know what the hell was happening. Well it almost turned out to be a full-blown brawl, but she managed to drag her brother out of there with a warning about Hermione. When they'd gotten back, Ron had gone through the portal with an excuse like "I went down to the kitchens, no worries." While she'd climbed back in bed. Yes, all in all it had been an eventful evening.
While lost in thought her feet had automatically carried her to the exact same portal she was just thinking about.
'Cool, kind of like auto-pilot' hey, muggle studies weren't totally useless.
She climbed in, walked through Gryfondor common room, and went to find Hermione. She needed help with her homework, and hopefully it wouldn't be too late to ask. Well, with Hermione it was never really /too late/ to ask…but the later the hour, the more the lecture will be long.
(A/N) WOOOO HOOOO! 6 pages worth, probably the most I've written in a chapter so far. Any ways this is the first time (ever) I've written in detail, it wasn't that hard surprisingly. But please tell me how I did. I know it can be a little bit…dry, but I had to put in all that history and memories at some point! Please tell e how I did, and comments/hints are appreciated. Thanks for reading
-Wind and Ashes
P.s. I'm sure I'm going to get some smart-ass comment either through reviewing or email (as I always do). So let me clear something up now. I don't know why parents who have gone to The Underground haven't told the headmaster about it, or tried to shut it down. *shrugs* memory charms? But my over all point is, if I am in the mood to make Draco get up walk over to Ginny and do the Latin tango with her while he sings "I'm a little tea pot…" it shall be so! Why? Because I'm the writer so /there/ *sticks out tongue*