Lost and confused, Ginny Weasley finds herself in love with the prince of Slytherin himself. With feelings for Harry as well, Ginny accidentally goes back in time to encounter the Marauders and few surprises on the way.
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Chapter One—Lost
The leaves blew with a gust of wind, stinging her in the face. The cool, crisp wind seemed to be slowly embracing her and captivating her with every move.
She looked out at the forest, it was forbidden. No one was allowed to go in there. It was far too dangerous anyway. To risk your life, just for that small taste of adventure.
She closed her eyes, waiting for an answer. That's just what she needed… an answer, someone to help her and understand what she was feeling.
"That would never happen…" she muttered, talking to her thoughts. She quickly wiped away a tear, and gazed back out to the trees.
The forest seemed to inviting, so wondrous in itself. She so wanted to step into the cluster of trees and the cold smell of the bark. She wanted to…
She wanted that taste of adventure; all she had to do was take that one risk. One risk, the danger that overwhelmed her, the lust. And that's just what Ginny needed.
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"Okay, I'll see you guys later!" Ginny waved to Ron, Harry and Hermione as they made there way to the Great Hall for dinner. She smiled at the thought that Harry smiled back to her that morning. Not really a big thing, but it made Ginny feel great.
She had some chocolate frogs in her bag she was planning to nibble on, next to the fire in the Gryffindor Common Room.
Ginny felt anything but hungry that night, and wanted to go the library to find a book to lose herself in.
She enjoyed doing that. Reading books, writing, leaving the real world, the problems, the dramas and entering a new.
And she new she would go bloody mad if her life was any other way.
Or would she?
Ginny stopped walking at the thought. A little voice inside her head had been doing that lately. Saying things she wouldn't even think of in the first place.
"Ginny Weasley?" she thought. "A socialite? Not reading? Or Writing?"
She laughed a little and shook her head.
Ginny arrived at the library and got a book. No informational facts, everything a figment of the authors imagination, the way she liked it.
She checked it out with Madam Pince, a woman on the Hogwart's Staff who she's gotten to know very well.
Ginny smiled kindly and made a straight path for the Gryffindor Common Room.
She clutched her book tightly to her chest and was making her way through the wave of students making their way to the Great Hall for dinner.
A sharp pain hit her shoulder and she dropped her book and parchment. She hurriedly bent to the ground to pick it up, not wanting to cause a conflict with the person she bumped into.
She stopped abruptly as a familiar smell came upon her. That musky, yet so clean and clear smell.
"Weasley! Watch where you're going!" A voice yelled, while stooping as well, to retrieve his things.
"I—I'm sorry…" Ginny stuttered.
"You better be…you're wasting my time, you know." He said, gathering up his parchment.
She nodded solemnly and glanced up.
His platinum blonde hair covered his blue eyes, so that only a sharp crystal color could be found between the locks of hair. His face was pale and flawless, and his lips were full and firm.
Ginny found herself staring instead of the glance that she intended.
"What?" Draco Malfoy said, sharply looking up and glaring daggers at Ginny.
"I'm sorry…" she said, picking up her stuff.
"Yeah, yeah, we all know you are." He said, standing up.
She cast her eyes downward and clutched her things to chest again.
"Weasley, let's make sure this doesn't happen again…hm?" he said, raising an eyebrow.
Ginny glanced up once or twice, trying not to stare at him again and nodded.
"Good." He said simply and walked off towards the Great Hall.
Ginny stood in the middle of the hallway and gazed at the floor.
What did I just do?
He hates me…
Or not.
"Shut up." She told the voice and stomped up the stairs to the Common Room.
The back of her eyes were stinging and her vision began to blur. She picked up her pace and walked quickly to the Fat Lady's Portrait.
"Fairy Lights." She muttered.
There was a pause and a look of sympathy from the Fat Lady, that Ginny missed, looking at her feet instead.
"Fairy Lights." She said again, looking up.
The Fat Lady gave a curt nod as Ginny rushed in.
The Common Room was pretty deserted and Ginny fell on the nearest couch, clutched a maroon pillow and began to cry.
"I'm nobody…" she thought. "And that's never going to change."
Or will it?
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