After my surprisingly friendly encounter with Malfoy I found about six stones that I transfigured into a pack of cigarettes. I found that I liked the sensation they induced, and although I didn't deserve a release I decided that they helped me remain detached. Smoking was shunned by most of the people occupying the school, so I was alienating myself even more by smoking. I stuffed the pack into my pocket and started walking my usual route around the lake. I figured it was a way to waste time and to evade Hermione Harry and whoever else they have after me by now. As I reached the end of my walk I watched the first falling leaf of the whomping willow flutter to the ground.

I walked into the great hall, to eat my fake lunch for lack of anything better to do. I sat at the least populated area of the Gryffindor table, collected a small lunch and sat there pushing it around on my plate.

I felt someone staring at me but decided against looking to see who it was. After I had sat there for about ten minutes I lost interest in the different pictures I could make with my food and left the great hall. I headed up towards my room, not intending to go to my afternoon classes either due to my head injury that I intended to milk for all it was worth. I ducked through the portrait hole and found myself encircled by Hermione Harry and my brother.

"Shit" I whispered

I backed up slowly until I was up against the portrait hole.

"Ginny!" the head of the dream team barked at me as I was dashing out of the common room back into the corridor.

I heard the three 'friends' of mine scrambling to get out of the room to follow me, so I ran. I'm not sure where I was running to, but I sure as hell knew what I was running away from. I heard the shouts from to Dream Team trying to get me to stop and talk to them, but there was no bloody way in hell that I was going to do either.

In a last ditch effort to evade the inevitable I ducked behind a tapestry and to my surprise there was not a wall where there should have been, I backed up expecting to find the cold hard stone come in contact with my back but it never came. All of a sudden I was falling, there must've been a trap door of some sort, or a secret passage way in the form of a slid. Anyway, when I finally stopped falling I looked around and I found myself in a place I had never been before.

It seemed I was in the depths of the school somewhere, possibly in a part of the Slytherin Dungeon, or whatever you want to call it, because there were green wall hangings and green carpets, and green candles floating around in the air.

I stood up on my wobbly legs and looked around for someplace where I should probably head. But once again, just my god damned luck I came face to face with Malfoy.

This ALWAYS happens!

"what are you doing here?" he asked sharply.

"I fell"

"you fell?" he was skeptical.

"I fell, did you not hear me the first time?"

"I heard you." He answered seriously, he was being very serious, not even a smirk found it's way onto his face.

"How do you get out of this place Malfoy?"

"why did you go behind the tapestry." He asked, he obviously knew what he was talking about.

"excuse me?" I asked feigning clueless-ness.

The tapestry of the serpent and dragon fighting… sixth floor, why did you go behind it?... it's the only place that allows you to fall to this location." he did know what he was talking about.

"I was hiding, how do I get out of here?" I tried to change the subject.

"from what?"

"what are you talking about malfoy? I asked you how do I get out of here!"

"what were you hiding from? And you know exactly what I'm talking about, stop trying to change the damn subject!" he was still being serious, I was getting nervous.

"the dream team." I stated and rolled my eyes.

"who?"

"harry, ron, and Hermione." Stating the obvious.

"I thought they were your friends."

" 'were' being theoperative word in that sentence." Once again rolling my eyes.

"oh, I saw you at lunch." He said, changing the subject but still obviously in interrogation mode.

"so." I said, still in denial mode.

"so, why didn't you eat?"

"why do you care, I thought I was just a whore?" I said defensivly.

"Yea, so… whores need to eat to ya' know!"

A/N: hmmm... review please!