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A Whisper in the Wind

Chapter two

By Death of Roses

Needless to say, I was very much frustrated after that. I remembered that I had hurriedly made my way back to the Common Room, then wasting no time to throw myself on my bed, closing the curtains. The question of 'what to do' kept appearing in my head, showing no mercy as it gave me a first-class headache. I couldn't come up with an idea to stop Malfoy, but none-the-less, I tried. What would I, Ginny Weasley, have to offer Malfoy? He was surely spread my secret around.

I groaned at the thought.

But, I pondered, what does he have against me? Oh, shoot, don't answer that. He hates me for simply existing. I am a Weasley, how could I forget?

I was lost in my thoughts for a while, and then slowly drifted off to sleep.

My dream was nothing but weird:

The sound of feet scrapping across the floor. There was a voice.. so close to me, like the wind, gently yet mysteriously. Another voice.. said voice sounded so familiar.. like.. mine? What were the words…

"Don't let go of me."

I feel strong, protective, arms around me, lifting me in the air and twirling me around. I don't believe that I have ever felt so.. content. I felt as if I had lived for that moment.

And not even for the world, would I let it go.

"Ginny.."

"Ginny…"

"GINNY WEASLEY!" A voice yelled through the girl's dormitary, so loud that it would wake everyone up, but luckily, everyone had already gone to breakfast; all but Ginny Weasley.

"What do you want… Go away! Five more minutes!" Ginny buried her face in her pillow, trying to block out the sound.

"It's already breakfast, get UP! There's a whole Saturday ahead of you!" Hermione berated. The tone of her voice could have done Molly Weasley proud.

"I know, I know, Herm. Just.. go will you? I'm not feeling well." Ginny murmured, hoping Hermione would agree. As much as she liked Hermione, she was not (just like everyone else) welcomed to wake THE Ginevra Weasley up in the MORNING.

Hermione's eyes softened at this. "Well, your brothers worried about you, you know. He keeps thinking Malfoy somehow got a hold of you and fed you to the Giant Squid. Merlin only knows where he got that idea!" Hermione laughed playfully, then made her way to the door. "Well, you should get some rest. Just go to the kitchens when you're hungry!" With those last words, Hermione exited the room, leaving Ginny all alone.

Ginny opened her eyes a bit, glad that there wasn't a lot of sunlight since it was nearing Winter.

After a good ten minutes of doing nothing but just laying there, she got up and stretched, hearing a few bones crack and then made her way to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror, running a hand through her fire-red hair. She looked up and down at her reflection, then prepared to wash her face and brush her teeth, then get dressed.

Those small tasks took her twenty minutes, since she would pause and close her eyes occasionally.

Easily put, Ginny was anything but a morning person.

She went down the stairs and into the Common Room, where Dean was sitting on the couch, doing some potions homework.

Ginny walked over to him, sitting next to him, starting to think about the Malfoy problem.

I could kill myself, or kill him. Or I can just transfer. Or I can just ignore him and deny the stupid secret.

"Ginny?" A voice pierced through her thoughts.

"Yes?" She snapped out of her thoughts, looking at Dean.

"Are you ok?"

Ginny looked at him, confusion written all over her face.

"What do you mean?"

"Well.." He looked ill at ease. "It's just, ever since you've came back, you've been different.. distant-like."

Ginny's eyes softened at this. "It's nothing, really. Just the O.W.L.s, nothing big."

"Oh, all right." He smiled, then proceeded in doing his homework.

Ginny stood up, leaving the common room and walked towards the kitchens.

She was about to tickle the pair when she heard some footsteps behind her. She instantly withdrew her hand, turning around abruptly to see the owner of the footsteps.

Draco Malfoy.

"Well, look, if it isn't Pottie's Number One Fan, Weaslette." He drawled, pausing before continueing. "And it appears that the Weaslette has a pair of dancing feet." He smirked, then walked away.

Ginny gritted her teeth, wanting to do nothing but strangle him.

Then, an idea came to her head, and what an idea it was.

'Dear Ginny,

We hope you enjoy the things you've ordered!

Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes,

FG'

Ginny smiled at the box, than wasted no time in opening it. Inside, was a quill. Her smile grew bigger as she began pondering how to set her plan into motion.

Placing the quill safely in her robe pocket, she ran out of the Common Room in search for a certain Ferret. It was almost lunchtime on Saturday at the hour.

She hid behing a statue, engulfing herself in shadows so that no one could see her just in front of the entrance to the Great Hall.

Draco Malfoy played with his lunch, blocking out the sounds of the fellow peers. He didn't have much of an appetite that day, since something in the back of his head was screaming at him, telling him that something bad would happen.

Little did he know.

Sighing, he go up and left the Great Hall. After going out of the Great Hall's Doors and taking the path that leads to the Slythering Dungeons, something, tackled him to the ground, along with the homework and books that was in his hand. Sure, it was Sunday, which ment no classes, but he still carried his books with him.

"What the—" He started to say, but then came face to face with the weaslette.

Ginny looked at his homework, quickly reading and memorizing his handwriting, then muttered a weak 'sorry' and ran back to the common room.

She plopped down in her chair before her table and then took out a blank piece of parchment and The Quill.

The Great Hall Announcement Board was filled with murmurs from all houses the following morning. All eyes were drawn the announcement board, where an innocent note was attached to it, it read:

Dear Pot-head,

I have just hit my head (accidently you twit) on a statue somewhere (it better not be you that shoved me into it!) and I just realized that I'm a great, bouncing ferret that should know my own place. I apologize to you for all those years of teasing and I devote myself as one of your friends, Pottie. I would gladly jump off the Astronamy Tower and drown in the lake if you want!

The ever Bouncing Ferret,

Draco Malfoy

"WHAT, in Merlin's name, is the meaning of this!" A loud voice roared through the crowd. All eyes were turned to face said voice, belonging to the one and only Draco Malfoy, who did not looked pleased.

"I didn't know you thought that way!" Gasped Pansy Parkinson, a hand clamping over her mouth.

"Yea!" Shouted some of the other Slytherins.

"Malfoy, are you sure you didn't hit your head too hard?" Came the voice of Harry Potter.

"Yea, be sure to go see Madam Promfrey!" Ginny Weasley called out.

Draco spun around to face said Weasley. "You." He hissed. "It was you. I know it." He narrowed his eyes, glaring at her with all the hatred in the world.

Ginny feigned innocence, biting back the smirk that was begging to come out. "What?" She looked over to Ron, doing her best 'damsel-in-distress' look. Or better put as 'little-sister-in-distress'. Ron, going in 'protective-brother' mode, took a step forward, returning the glare at Malfoy.

"How dare you accuse Ginny! She wouldn't even hurt a fly!" Ron said with fury.

Ginny nearly threw up at that. Shows how much he knows me.. She thought with amusement.

Draco went over to the announcement board and ripped the parchment off, using his wand to set it in flames. "I. Did. Not. Write. This." He said, poison dripping from each letter.

"And if anyone decides otherwise, then I will make sure he would be ABLE to decide after I'm through his them!" He threatened.

As Ginny sat down in the Great Hall for dinner, Dumbledore stood up, holding up a hand for silence.

It was easily granted.

"I have some announcements that I would like to make, if you don't mind." His eyes still had that ever present twinkle. "This year, starting in exactly seven days, we will be opening a class for dancing!" He paused. Ginny could have sworn that she saw his eyes linger on her for a second before continueing. "Ballet, of course. Taught by Ms troiddlem!"

A woman with dark brown hair stood up, smiling.

I could have sworn I felt her eyes looking through me, her eerily familiar eyes. Something wasn't right about the new teacher, it was a feeling that kept nagging at me.

I shrugged the feeling aside, and then smiled. Oh yes, I can prove my 'talent' at dancing and then Malfoy won't have anything to say!

Dumbledore and Ms Troiddlem, who said to call her Ms T for short, sat down. I excused myself from dinner and ran back to my common room, smiling the whole way, that was, until I ran into someone, causing me to nearly fall.

"Well, well, Weasley! You didn't think I'd let you go off that easily after what you did to me, did you?" Smirked Draco Malfoy.

Ginny gulped, than thought about screaming, but Draco someone saw this and clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Not one word, Weasley. Not one word." He hissed, dragging her to the nearby classroom, pushing her in it and then locking the door.

With lightning speed, he whipped his wand out and shouted "Accio Ginny's Wand!" He shouted, as Ginny's wand came flying to his hand.

He smirked.

"Look, M-Malfoy, It wasn't me!" Ginny pleaded, hoping he would believe. But he didn't. Draco advanced on her so that she backed up against the wall. His towering figure loomed over her.

What to do, he thought evilly.

Ginny's patience snapped, instead of playing 'innocent', her Weasley temper came out. "What are you going to do now, Malfoy? Are you going to hex a girl younger than you? Are you going to hex me?" She paused, taking a breath. "I should have known. You're just like your father."

Those words cut through him deeply. "You're just like your father!" He could hear his mother say in his mind. "You can't run boy, you're my flesh and blood! You're going to grow up just like me!" He remembered his father saying. And now the same thing, from the person he hated most.

He was NOT, going to take this.

He roughly grabbed Ginny's shoulder's, digging his nails in as he pushed her against the wall, causing Ginny to gasp from pain.

"Don't." Draco paused. "Say things you have no clue about. For it could be your last. Breath. Of. Air." He hissed, narrowing his eyes hatefully.

"But isn't it true Malfoy? You know that it's true!" Ginny said through gritted teeth.

Without warning, Draco lifted his hand to smack her.

Ginny shut her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the impact, but it never came. Slowly, she opened her eyes.

"Malfoy?" She asked meekly.

To Be Continued