Chapter Seven

Ginny barged into the Gryffindor common room panting. The redhead continued the cold treatment towards Harry and threw smiles at Hermione and her brother, but ignored Harry as if he wasn't even there. The smile on Harry's face faded slowly as he slouched back on the couch. Hermione and Ron turned to him with concerned faces.

"Harry, look i know Gin's been awfully cold these few days, but don't worry about it, I'm sure it's just her mood swings, you know how they can get," Ron assured his friend with a pat on the shoulder.

Hermione smiled and sat next to him. "It'll be fine, look if it makes you feel any better, I'll talk to her for you."

Harry turned to the pretty brunette and smiled stiffly. "Yea, that'd be great"

Meanwhile, Ginny climbed up the spiral staircase, taking two steps at a time and slammed the door to the girls' dormitory open. The students in the dorm stared at the intruder and smiled warmly when they saw the familiar girl. Ginny walked over to her bed and collapsed on it, feeling the soft fuzzy fabric of her comforter. In true Gryffindor spirit, they were gold and red, and so were her pillow covers and her bed sheets. Ginny didn't mind the colors, but sometimes they were a tad bit to patriotic and gaudy.

Just then, an owl tapped on the window next to Ginny's bed. Ginny sat up and peered at the strange bird. She had never seen it before, but she stared in awe at it. It's feathers were a dark grayish blue and the rays of the setting sun reflected off the royal colors of it's feathers. The bird looked really expensive neither her parents nor her brothers could probably afford it.

Ginny straightened up and opened the window to take the letter attached to its feet. Ginny gave the bird a stroke before watching it fly away. Closing the window, Ginny sat back on her bed and opened the letter. The cursive writing was neat and easy to read, not like the untidy scrawl she got from Fred and George.

Virginia,

the encounter with you in the courtyard was rather pleasant. I have a feeling we'll meet there again soon. But you left in such a hurry, you left your sketchbook and your pencils there. If you would like them back, please meet me outside the library at eleven tonight. I will be there waiting for you. Don't be late.

Draco

Ginny gasped. It was from that insufferable git! Ginny's eyes narrowed. That sneak! But then, an image of the Slytherin Prince emerged in her head. He did look kinda cute with his hair in his eyes... oh and his eyes, they're terribly mesmerizing...Ginny mentally slapped herself, appalled with herself. How could she be having those thoughts about someone like him? But she had to get her sketchbook back. He had her trapped. She had no choice but to go to meet him. Ginny ran a hand through her flaming red hair. Ginny glanced at the clock on her beside table. It was six forty seven. Ginny sighed and went to get changed out of her robes.

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