Waking in the bright, sunny Saturday, Ron blinked awake. It took him a second to recollect himself, and jerk to an upright position.
'oh my god…' he moaned, gripping his bright red hair, he squeezed his eyes shut. Shaking his hear 'no…no…no, why? Why me?' he opened his eyes and glanced across the room to Harry's bed, which was empty. Not even taking the time to be curious as to why Harry wasn't there, Ron fell back onto the bed and thought 'why did I send that letter to her? What was I thinking? If she finds out it was me, she'll think I'm a fool, and she'll tell the whole school… Ron you're a moronic git!' Pulling the bed sheets off of him, he padded his way to the door and gazed down the stairs to the Gryffindor common room. To Ron's dismay, Harry wasn't down there either. He went back into the room to change, he came back out wearing a blue shirt and black jeans. 'Maybe he's at breakfast.' Deciding he'd check it out, he left through the portrait hole and made his way to the Great Hall.
Scene Change
Shifting away, his head hurt. It felt like he slept on a stone slab. He opens his eyes, and focused on the closest thing. Bright flame colored hair? Blinking again, long lashes and freckles…Ginny! The astronomy tower, Ginny, laughing and…Stars? The night came shooting back to him. 'The reason you feel like you slept on a stone slab, is because you did, Harry.' He felt something stir in his lap and he looked down.
Before they fell asleep, Ginny had laid her head on his lap, used him as a pillow. Her hair fanned out and slid wistfully to the stone floor.
Ginny was not starting to wake up, her eyes mirrored confusion, just as his had. Her brown eyes traveled up to his and smiled.
'Getting up is going to be painful.' She snuggled closer to his leg.
'Well at least you got a pillow to lay on, I'm on stone.' He smiled back at her, and chuckled. He bent his neck to the side and pushed, there was a soft crack. Then he did the same to the other side.
'Ew…Did you just crack your neck?'
'Yeah, and it felt good. Fancy trying to get up?' She nodded and slowly pushed herself up, every so often a few bones cracked and shifted into place.
'Oh Wow.' She groaned. She bent over to touch her toes, and Harry could hear the soft click of her vertebrae falling back into place.
'Okay, your turn, Harry.' Ginny straightened. Harry placed a hand on the floor and pushed down. He raised to his knees, then stepped up. His legs got tingly and his back was stiff. 'You okay?'
'Yeah, just really stiff.' He chuckled and rubbed his neck. 'You hungry?' She looked very pretty in the morning. Her cheeks flushed, and Harry was amazed by her beauty.
'Well, I am. But I want to run to the tower and change clothes.' She smiled meekly.
'Yeah, Okay.' He didn't know what else to say. There was a moment of awkward silence.
'Well How about I meet you in the Great Hall after I'm done?' She loved spending time with him. He liked most of the things she did, and he treated her like Ginny, not just some little sister of seven other brothers.
'Yeah, sure. I'll save you a spot.' He smiled, and watched her walk out.
Harry turned around and looked out the window. It was snowing outside, and there were some owls flying absently around the castle. There were a few people skating on the lake and others were building snowman. 'Well, I suppose I should head down to the Great Hall.' And he left.
Scene Change
Upon walking into the great hall, Ron came running towards Harry, yelling something about a letter.
'What on earth are you jabbering about?' Truthfully, Harry hadn't even noticed he was coming towards him until he all but crashed into him. He mind had been on what Ginny would be wearing today. He rather liked the yellow jumper she was fond of, she wore it almost all the time, at least once a week. He had to admit, it was very flattering on her.
'I don't know what I was thinking, I wrote her a letter, told her I was her secret admirer!' he stopped abruptly, and going (if possible) redder in the face.
'Ron, one or two word answers okay?'
'Harry, I can't—'
'Ron, Shut Up.' Ron stayed quiet. 'Who do you mean by 'Her'?'
'The new girl.' Ron said obediently.
'You wrote her a letter, and it was signed 'Secret admirer'?'
'Yes.' Ron groaned.
'What did you say?' Harry asked astonished. Ron wrote a love letter, he could barely write a paper. Also, he normally was too shy to do much of anything for a girl.
'I said that I thought she was beautiful, and that she was in my thoughts, only I used a lot of analogies.' Just then, a group of Slytherin girls waltzed into the Great Hall, and in the center of the Slytherins was the new girl. Ron shrunk back behind Harry, and hide his face.
'Wow, Aine, that's amazing. You have a secret admirer. Most boys in this school are even slightly romantically inclined. Consider yourself lucky.' Pansy Parkinson chimed, soundly just a little jealous.
'Oh, and he said such nice things about you! he is so sweet.' Blaise Zabani said sounding ecstatic.
'And you say you have no Idea who it might be?' Pansy asked, passing by Harry ad Ron who'd still had his face hidden in his arms.
'No, zee note 'ad no name. But 'e vas very sweet.' Aine said in her French accent, and she strutted her way to the Slytherin table.
'I'm doomed.' Ron said, muffled. Harry, pitying Ron, uneasily patted his back.
Dramatic Scene Change
She tried to slowly and quietly get out of Draco's plush bed. It was easier than she had expected, but her legs still ached from the night before. She started to tiptoe her way to the dresser, but Draco stirred just enough to have Hermione stopping abruptly. Draco turned to his side, so now that his face was facing toward Hermione. Hermione felt oddly guilty for leaving him, but it was something she had to do. Once Hermione was sure that Draco was still sleeping, she breathed against and reached for the dresser. She had difficulty putting on her pants because of the pain. Taking a last look at the sleeping form of Draco, she turned and snuck out of the Slytherin Dungeons.
What Hermione didn't know was that Draco was not sleeping, and he hadn't been for quite some time. He'd laid there watching her sleep, feel her chest rise and fall with each deep breath. She was so beautiful and he started to feel things he'd never felt before. This need pulled on his thawing heart.
Sitting up, he could still smell her. He needed to watch her walk away from him, knowing he might not have been that strong. He took all he had not to stop her. Covering his face with his hands, he replayed the night he had with her in his head. She hadn't cried, but he could tell she wanted too. She was perfect, better than anyone he'd ever had. She gave when he wanted and demanded from him what she wanted. When they had enough she held him tight in her arms, and sang a song to him. Normally he'd laugh at her intention of the song, but this time the song was just as powerful as the sex. When she fell asleep, he'd kissed her on the mouth and fallen asleep himself.
Pulling himself out of the memory, he stood up and walked to his window.
'What're you going to do about this predicament you put yourself into, Draco?' he asked himself aloud. 'She's a Gryffindor,' not that this meant anything now, but he had to keep his priorities straight. 'She's a Mudblood, more importantly. You'll have to deny anything that she says about you.' and she will. Shaking his head, he stepped away and went to get dressed.
