What's wrong with Ginny?
Ginny pulled the covers over her. Outside her room, the sky pulled out its splendid star-covered, moon-lit blanket. The night was silent, but somehow, Ginny felt she was being watched. She narrowed her eyes and scanned the girls' dormitory. Nothing. Just as she was about to close her eyes, she heard a noise. Her eyes flew wide open and what she saw in front of her, scared her out of her wits. Neville Longbottom was sitting on her bed in nothing but a nightdress and a few sprigs of exotic flowers in his hair.
"Arrrrrrrrrggghhh!"
The lights turned on, and it was followed by groans from several of Ginny's fellow Gryffindors.
"Gin? What the bloody hell was that all about?" Elizabeth asked. Elizabeth was in Ginny's year and was Ginny's best friend, but she got touchy whenever people kept her from getting her sleep.
Ginny looked around the room for any sign of Neville. Neville just...disappeared.
But that's crazy Ginny thought. Neville can't disapparate yet.
The Gryffindor girls were watching her intently for an explanation of some sort.
Ginny sighed and said, "Nothing. I guess I was just dreaming."
All the girls growled and went back to bed.
"Make sure that you don't wake us up again!" a seventh year girl that Ginny did not recognize called out.
Ginny looked down and when she did, she almost screamed. One single exotic flower was lying at the foot of her bed. She picked it up and sniffed it. Neville.
The next morning, Ginny felt extremely drowsy. She had no sleep that previous night, because she was trying to figure out what Neville was doing in her dormitory in a nightdress and why he had flowers in his hair. She also wondered how he instantly dissappeared. At breakfast, she looked at the Gryffindor table. Neville was eating his porridge and he was chatting with Dean Thomas rather happily. He was wide awake. Ginny could not understand a thing. Was she going crazy? Did one of the house-elves sneak drugs in her food? She got up and walked out of the Great Hall briskly. Two boys watched her leave. One of them looking worried, and the other looking very happy.
Ginny decided that the best option was to sneak into the boys' dorm and search through Neville's things to see if he had anything suspicious. She looked at all the trunks and looked for the trunk labeled: Neville Longbottom.
She finally found his trunk and pulled the latch open. She frantically began looking through his items. What she didn't notice was that Ron was watching her. Finally, Ron spoke.
"Hey sis. Whatcha lookin for?"
Ginny jumped.
"Oh nothing. Nothing at all. I just came here to see the amazing view from your windows."
"Um Gin, all we can see from here is the Hufflepuff girls' shower room. Which is an amazing view, if you think about it."
"Oh...um..."
"Gin, cut to the chase. Why are you looking through Neville's things? Oh no! Don't tell me! You are madly in love with Neville and you are looking for a worthy item to put in your shrine for him. Nooooo!"
Ginny whacked Ron in the head with Neville's textbook.
"I will tell you, only if you promise not to laugh," Ginny said softly.
"You have my word," Ron replied almost seriously.
"I think I had a dream that Neville Longbottom was in my bed yesterday night wearing a nightdress and a bunch of flowers," Ginny said.
Ron stared at her wide-eyed with shock. Then he started laughing...and not your normal kind of laughing either. He was sprawled over the ground and tears were streaming out of his eyes. Ginny couldn't understand him...was it that funny?
"Ron! You said you wouldn't laugh!"
"No. All I said was 'you have my word'. I didn't specify what I have your word for! Ha!"
Ginny stormed out of the dormitory in rage. Suddenly, someone bumped into her. Harry Potter stood in front of Ginny, smiling weakly.
"Don't tell me. That Weasley rage took over you," he said playfully.
"No, it's just Ron started laughing when I told him something," Ginny said back looking at her feet. She thought she had gotten over her crush for Harry Potter, but his smile just did the trick.
"What did you tell him?"
"Well...um..."
"Go on," Harry gestured to her. "I promise I won't laugh."
"All right. I had a dream that Neville Longbottom was in my bed yesterday night wearing a nightdress and a bunch of flowers," she said quickly hoping he didn't understand.
"That's it?"
"Well yeah...Harry listen, I think something is wrong with me."
"Oh Gin," Harry said stroking her hair gently causing Ginny's stomach to flutter. "Just because you have weird dreams doesn't mean that something is wrong with you. I had dreams that I snogged Lockhart. Does that mean that I am crazy?"
"Harry you evil little boy! You know that Ron fancies Lockhart! How could you just snag him away like that?" Ginny said laughing.
Harry wasn't laughing. "Ginny, I am going to set this straight. I know for a fact that those weren't dreams. I also know that the guy isn't Neville."
Ginny stared back at him in shock. "Harry?" she asked weakly. "Harry, what are you talking about?"
"Gin, promise to me that you won't leave your dormitory. Promise me that," Harry whispered.
"All right. But please be carfeul!"
Ginny watched Harry run up the boys' stairway. She went back to the dormitory after a few moments. Just as she plopped onto her bed, she heard muffled cries. She didn't even hesitate. She ran down the girls' stairway and looked for Harry. Suddenly, a figure clasped onto her. The figure covered her mouth completely so she couldn't scream.
"Oh dear Ginny. What trouble you have gotten yourself into? You thought I was Neville, my sweet? Oh no...I used a polyjuice potion. And you are wondering how I disappeared? I stole Potter's Invisibility Cloak. I want you my love and now, I have you..."
Ginny stopped. That voice was familiar. That was...Dean Thomas.
Ginny struggled to move, but she couldn't. Dean's hands were like iron and they clasped onto her roughly.
She had an idea. She drooled on the hand that covered her mouth. Dean pulled away his hand in disgust.
Ginny immediately screamed out, "HARRY! SAVE ME!"
For somewhile, nothing happend. But several seconds later, she heard mad stomping. Harry emerged from the boys' stairway looking completely angry.
"Thomas," he hissed. "Let her go."
Dean looked terrified. He was no match for the legendary Harry Potter. "Of course," he muttered.
Dean ran away and Ginny sighed gratefully.
"I thought the git would never leave," Ginny said looking at Harry happily.
THE END
