AN: sorry it took me so long to put this chap up, but I was working on writing the last chap. Up 'till now I didn't know how the fic was going to end but now I do. I just have to fill in the gaps. Well anyways here is the next chap. Enjoy!
After I finished eating, Draco and I spoke for a little while more. I found Draco's voice very soothing. I could listen to it forever. And there were times that I caught him smiling. It was weird to see him smile. To me it wasn't very Draco like. The Draco Malfoy I remember had been a cruel, evil, spoiled brat. But besides the few mishaps in my younger years I hadn't actually been around him. So maybe this was the Draco Malfoy.
I eventually found myself back myself back in the halls heading towards Gryffindor tower. But then I stopped suddenly and listened. I could hear footsteps. I quickly hid behind one of the statues near by and waited.
flashback
My heart thumped in my chest. I had come out of the library a half hour before curfew and if it hadn't been for the retarded stairs I wouldn't be hiding from the stupid prefects. that were chasing me. I had managed to get two floors closer to Gryffindor tower without being caught, but I didn't know which prefect was chasing me. I could be leading a Slytherin for all I knew. I stopped for a second and listened. Whoever it was, was still following me. I quickly hid in a pitch black corner. The light didn't touch me. No one would see me.
The prefect rounded the corner and into view, they slowed down their pace and took cautious, slow steps. They searched for me carefully and were starting to face my hiding spot. It was Cho Chang. Oh Merlin! She had a knack for finding curfew breakers.
Cho was suddenly looking straight at me with a grin of satisfaction playing along her face. "Lumos." A blast of light fumbled into my dark corner and revealed my location.
"Ahhhhh." I screamed. I fell on to the floor and huddled into a tight ball. "Noooo" I whined "Noooo. Not the chamber. Please, not again. I don't want to go." I cried real tears and rocked back and forth.
"Ginny?"
"Please. Not the chamber. Not again. Never going back to the chamber of secrets." I cried.
"Ginny your scarring me." Cho said as she put a hand on my shoulder. I whimpered away. "Stop touching me. I don't want to go back, Tom. Please don't make me."
Cho stood up and ran away. I suppose she went to go get help. I stood up and wiped my robes away from any dirt. Though the chamber of secrets and Tom Riddle were things I never wanted to see again they were great cover up. The only people I couldn't fool was my parents and the professors, well and Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
I continued up to the Gryffindor tower safe enough, and without any further run-ins.
End flashback
I grinned at my memory. Too bad I couldn't still use that exact cover up. No one would ever believe Aria Black had been in the chamber of secrets, well not innocently anyways.
I heard the footsteps continue down the hall. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. It was time for me to get back to the common room, and quick. I stepped out from my hiding spot and continued on my way. I was walking up a set of stairs when it suddenly moved. I cursed. I had almost been at the top. Bloody stairs. Well it was no good now. I had to head back down and try another way. Just as I was about to take my first step down I felt someone push me. I tumbled down the stairs and things went black for a second.
I opened up my eyes, ready to hex the person who pushed me, but I found myself in the hospital wing. I frowned. How did I get there?
"Oh Ms Black, your awake." came a shrill voice. Then Madame Pomfrey came into view. "You gave us quite a scare, Ms Black."
"Wha..." I started to ask as I came into a sitting position.
"I'm sure you have loads of questions, Ms Black, but you'll have to ask them while you lie down." said the nurse as helped me lie back down. "Now what was it you were going to ask?"
"What's going on?"
"You fell down the stairs, Ms Black." she said
"I am aware of that." I snapped. "But that was only a second ago. How did I get here? And what do you mean fell? I was pushed."
"Now Ms Black, there is no reason to snap. You must clam yourself before you say anything to crude. But I will mention to the headmaster that you were pushed. I'm sure he will want to get right on that."
"Please." I tried.
"Ms Black, you fell...were pushed... down the stairs, as you may know. But that was days ago." Pomfrey told her.
"Days?"
"Yes, days. I just told you didn't I" she huffed. "Oh you're lucky Mr Malfoy found you. He's the one who carried you here. I do say, you owe him a thank you or two."
I closed my eyes and breathed in deep. Pushed down the stairs. Carried by Draco. Wake up days later....wait day? Oh no. The Ball!
"Madame Pomfrey?"
"Yes, dear?" said the nurse with a smile.
"What day is it exactly?"
"It's Hallowe'en, dear." she said and started to walk away.
"Wait. The Ball. Will I be able to go?"
"Oh I'm afraid not dear. You have to rest up a bit more. You had quite a fall." She said. "You'll have to stay a week more before I let you out of my sight." And she walked into her office.
A week!? She was mad, bloody mad. And the Ball? I wouldn't be going now. I had been looking forward to it. I had went shopping and everything. Oh what a waste.
I can't believe it took me three hours to convince Madame Pomfrey to let me have a roll of parchment and a quill. And even then I had to promise to sleep for the rest of the day. I wonder what she'll say if I ask her to send my letter off with an owl. Anyways...
Dear Fred,
Hello Fred. How have you been? You don't really have to answer that, I can guess. All I can say, really, is that things won't always be this bad. Things will improve with time. Though in twenty years from now it will still hurt to think about George. It'll hurt us all, but you more than most. Just think of all the good times the two of you had. He was your brother, and mine, and he will always be. Just because he's dead doesn't mean he's not with you. Think of the good times, it'll help trust me...it's what helped me through all these years and it will help you too.
Remember when you showed me the way to the kitchens my first year. You told me how you guys got the Marauder's Map. I wish I could have seen Filch's face when you set off those Dungbombs! Oh and did Peeves really kick Mrs Norris?
Remember Quidditch. The best beaters Gryffindor, no Hogwarts, had seen in ages. I love watching you play. I wanted to play too, of course Ron stopped me from trying out a gizillion times. Sometimes I just want to... getting off topic.
Remember the time when you rescued Harry from those muggles? What ever did happen to the car after Harry and Ron crashed it in to the Whomping Willow? Remember the howler Ron got afterwards? I was laughing so hard that I was crying. The look on Ron's face.
Remember all the times you and George teased Percy for being so stuck up. And all the times you got in trouble for some brilliant prank. Hogsmeade and Butterbear. The Sorting hat. And Hogwarts.
George is everywhere, Fred. You just have to look.
Love
Ginny Weasley
P.S Don't have this letter put in the Prophet... I don't think mum knows about Filch and the Dungbombs yet. Or has Ron told?
It took me a bit to get Madame Pomfrey to send my letter, but afer that I went to sleep.... as promised.
AN: review, flame, or do nothing at all. It's all good.
After I finished eating, Draco and I spoke for a little while more. I found Draco's voice very soothing. I could listen to it forever. And there were times that I caught him smiling. It was weird to see him smile. To me it wasn't very Draco like. The Draco Malfoy I remember had been a cruel, evil, spoiled brat. But besides the few mishaps in my younger years I hadn't actually been around him. So maybe this was the Draco Malfoy.
I eventually found myself back myself back in the halls heading towards Gryffindor tower. But then I stopped suddenly and listened. I could hear footsteps. I quickly hid behind one of the statues near by and waited.
flashback
My heart thumped in my chest. I had come out of the library a half hour before curfew and if it hadn't been for the retarded stairs I wouldn't be hiding from the stupid prefects. that were chasing me. I had managed to get two floors closer to Gryffindor tower without being caught, but I didn't know which prefect was chasing me. I could be leading a Slytherin for all I knew. I stopped for a second and listened. Whoever it was, was still following me. I quickly hid in a pitch black corner. The light didn't touch me. No one would see me.
The prefect rounded the corner and into view, they slowed down their pace and took cautious, slow steps. They searched for me carefully and were starting to face my hiding spot. It was Cho Chang. Oh Merlin! She had a knack for finding curfew breakers.
Cho was suddenly looking straight at me with a grin of satisfaction playing along her face. "Lumos." A blast of light fumbled into my dark corner and revealed my location.
"Ahhhhh." I screamed. I fell on to the floor and huddled into a tight ball. "Noooo" I whined "Noooo. Not the chamber. Please, not again. I don't want to go." I cried real tears and rocked back and forth.
"Ginny?"
"Please. Not the chamber. Not again. Never going back to the chamber of secrets." I cried.
"Ginny your scarring me." Cho said as she put a hand on my shoulder. I whimpered away. "Stop touching me. I don't want to go back, Tom. Please don't make me."
Cho stood up and ran away. I suppose she went to go get help. I stood up and wiped my robes away from any dirt. Though the chamber of secrets and Tom Riddle were things I never wanted to see again they were great cover up. The only people I couldn't fool was my parents and the professors, well and Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
I continued up to the Gryffindor tower safe enough, and without any further run-ins.
End flashback
I grinned at my memory. Too bad I couldn't still use that exact cover up. No one would ever believe Aria Black had been in the chamber of secrets, well not innocently anyways.
I heard the footsteps continue down the hall. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. It was time for me to get back to the common room, and quick. I stepped out from my hiding spot and continued on my way. I was walking up a set of stairs when it suddenly moved. I cursed. I had almost been at the top. Bloody stairs. Well it was no good now. I had to head back down and try another way. Just as I was about to take my first step down I felt someone push me. I tumbled down the stairs and things went black for a second.
I opened up my eyes, ready to hex the person who pushed me, but I found myself in the hospital wing. I frowned. How did I get there?
"Oh Ms Black, your awake." came a shrill voice. Then Madame Pomfrey came into view. "You gave us quite a scare, Ms Black."
"Wha..." I started to ask as I came into a sitting position.
"I'm sure you have loads of questions, Ms Black, but you'll have to ask them while you lie down." said the nurse as helped me lie back down. "Now what was it you were going to ask?"
"What's going on?"
"You fell down the stairs, Ms Black." she said
"I am aware of that." I snapped. "But that was only a second ago. How did I get here? And what do you mean fell? I was pushed."
"Now Ms Black, there is no reason to snap. You must clam yourself before you say anything to crude. But I will mention to the headmaster that you were pushed. I'm sure he will want to get right on that."
"Please." I tried.
"Ms Black, you fell...were pushed... down the stairs, as you may know. But that was days ago." Pomfrey told her.
"Days?"
"Yes, days. I just told you didn't I" she huffed. "Oh you're lucky Mr Malfoy found you. He's the one who carried you here. I do say, you owe him a thank you or two."
I closed my eyes and breathed in deep. Pushed down the stairs. Carried by Draco. Wake up days later....wait day? Oh no. The Ball!
"Madame Pomfrey?"
"Yes, dear?" said the nurse with a smile.
"What day is it exactly?"
"It's Hallowe'en, dear." she said and started to walk away.
"Wait. The Ball. Will I be able to go?"
"Oh I'm afraid not dear. You have to rest up a bit more. You had quite a fall." She said. "You'll have to stay a week more before I let you out of my sight." And she walked into her office.
A week!? She was mad, bloody mad. And the Ball? I wouldn't be going now. I had been looking forward to it. I had went shopping and everything. Oh what a waste.
I can't believe it took me three hours to convince Madame Pomfrey to let me have a roll of parchment and a quill. And even then I had to promise to sleep for the rest of the day. I wonder what she'll say if I ask her to send my letter off with an owl. Anyways...
Dear Fred,
Hello Fred. How have you been? You don't really have to answer that, I can guess. All I can say, really, is that things won't always be this bad. Things will improve with time. Though in twenty years from now it will still hurt to think about George. It'll hurt us all, but you more than most. Just think of all the good times the two of you had. He was your brother, and mine, and he will always be. Just because he's dead doesn't mean he's not with you. Think of the good times, it'll help trust me...it's what helped me through all these years and it will help you too.
Remember when you showed me the way to the kitchens my first year. You told me how you guys got the Marauder's Map. I wish I could have seen Filch's face when you set off those Dungbombs! Oh and did Peeves really kick Mrs Norris?
Remember Quidditch. The best beaters Gryffindor, no Hogwarts, had seen in ages. I love watching you play. I wanted to play too, of course Ron stopped me from trying out a gizillion times. Sometimes I just want to... getting off topic.
Remember the time when you rescued Harry from those muggles? What ever did happen to the car after Harry and Ron crashed it in to the Whomping Willow? Remember the howler Ron got afterwards? I was laughing so hard that I was crying. The look on Ron's face.
Remember all the times you and George teased Percy for being so stuck up. And all the times you got in trouble for some brilliant prank. Hogsmeade and Butterbear. The Sorting hat. And Hogwarts.
George is everywhere, Fred. You just have to look.
Love
Ginny Weasley
P.S Don't have this letter put in the Prophet... I don't think mum knows about Filch and the Dungbombs yet. Or has Ron told?
It took me a bit to get Madame Pomfrey to send my letter, but afer that I went to sleep.... as promised.
AN: review, flame, or do nothing at all. It's all good.