The classes resumed, and Ginny wished it was Christmas vocation again. But she remembered how much she missed everyone, and tried to be thankful for what she got. The days were rushing and busy. During the break she would walk in slow pace, in hallways, but with school work back, she was running, again.
Dean was finally back. They would walk or more like run, to their classes together. The more time she spent together with him, the more she realized she loved him. She loved the way he smiled at her, and laughed with her. She loved him thinking and the way he was always noticing how she felt. He never yet forced her to do anything. He gave her everything he could, and asked her nothing in return. She wanted to tell him, how much she loved him, but every time they were along, she just couldn't do it.
Today was usual busy day. Ginny, Dean, John and Seamus walked down to breakfast with their books, then to the dungeons. Nobody saw any point, walking all the way down, then coming back all the way up for their books, and then going down even more to class. Dean watched Ginny joked around with John. They were so close to each other. He wanted to be John those moments. Later that day, as Dean and Ginny were along, he brought the subject up about John.
"How long have you known John?" Dean asked.
"Six years." Ginny
laughed.
"Stupid me," Dean replied. He asked such an obvious
question. He was always awkward in conversation, when he felt like he
was doing it for his selfish reasons.
"But we became friends in fifth year, though. He's like a little brother to me." She laughed, as memories flashed back to her. "He's so crazy about pineapples. He once thought a fake pineapple was real. He started eating it, but couldn't. He said something about it, being extremely hard." Ginny laughed again. Dean laughed with her. She watched her dazed eyes. He wanted to be that important to Ginny. But it felt like they just met. The day sped by just as usual. He almost didn't notice, it go by. He was always so busy. The teachers started preparing them for exams, giving them extra homework. This early!
Dean sat picking at his noodles with the fork. The setting sun blazed through low windows in Great Hall. He sat at first facing the setting sun, but because his eyes started hurting, so he joined the other side. He just wasn't hungry. He tossed a meat ball from side to side. The long shadows of light streaked the other side of the hall. He had to eat.
Something that is only lighted by the setting sun, Dean thought. He looked as the shadows slowly crept up. Toward the ceiling. The sky was truly beautiful. The edges of clouds were colored in red. He watched as the last rays of sun crept up onto the ceiling. He drank a glass of water. The shades of light now darkened. And as he looked up at the ceiling. He saw something weird. The clouds were forming words.
Lucky one, you have found the second clue to your desire.
The next clue is well hidden under the riddle of bricks, in the highest tower.
You must pass a test of mind, to solve this mystery. But be careful, you may be easily trapped. Now you can go to find you luck.
Dean finished reading the words. Something that was lighted by only setting sun. The east side was blocked with mountains. That's why rising sun couldn't light it. How brilliant. Dean thought. Nobody looks at the ceiling accept firsties.
A highest tower he knew where it is. But he was too tired today; he would leave that business for tomorrow.
She could feel his words poisoning her mind. His bare cold hands slipping over her neck. The cold breath send shivers through her body.
Ginny woke up sweating. The dream was there again to hunt her in her sleep. She felt like something was shaking her from side to side. She ran to the fire place. That was the only cure. Why did it bother her tonight? She didn't have this nightmare for some time now. She sighed, clearing her mind. The warmth of fire was melting ice of her hands. She sat there, just listening. Something was tense inside her. Did she just hear footsteps?
A warm hand touched her shoulder. She froze up. But her nightmare couldn't come to this world. It was only a dream. And the hand was warm. Then she looked behind her. Dean's concerned face softened. He sat next to her. Ginny leaned her head against his shoulder.
"How did you know I would be here?" She asked.
"I just had a feeling." He answered her. His voice was somehow nice and warm. "Did you have a nightmare?"
"Yeah," Ginny sighed. "But I'm ok now."
"If you say so." He
put his arm around her. Ginny felt something inside her. The words
that she wanted to tell Dean. Should she tell him? How will he react?
But she knew he wouldn't hurt her.
"I love you." She
whispered. They just sat there in front of fire, close to each other
for a while. Ginny waited for his to reply.
"I love you too." Dean replied. Ginny's heart lifted. Somehow mare words could do magic in her heart. She felt warmth spreading inside her. The cupid's boss finally made him fix this situation. She felt soft lips against her chick. Just for a moment. And then she smiled. She wanted to care about him, just as he cared for her. They sat by the fire, for how many more minutes, till she drifted to sleep, finding the best comfort on the floor in front of fire.
