Title: Why Ginny Doesn't Listen to Diana

Ginny yawned as she sat back in her bed, legs crossed in front of her, her favorite red and gold toe socks sticking out from beneath a very spirited Gryffindor blanket. Diana lay on her stomach on the floor flipping through magazines in her pink pajamas, her shoulder-length midnight black hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was munching happily on something her Muggle cousins called "string cheese" and found herself quite amused with it-periodically calling out "Look-it Gins! A different thickness!"

Ginny chewed on the inside of her lip as she found herself often to do whenever she was trying to concentrate on things. This habit came about, most likely, because of her twin brothers Fred and George. She swore her mother was two inches from committing them.

She looked down from her place on her bed and threw her blanket off of her body. "Diana, you want to go for a walk around?" She asked as her eyebrows rose in seriousness.

Diana looked up at her friend, a confused frown on her face. "Where? It's freezing, haven't you noticed?" Diana pointed to the window that already had ice forming around it.

Ginny shook her head with a smile. "I'm talking about around the castle. Just to get somewhere instead of here in our room where it's…" She paused for a moment and added almost in a whisper, "Quiet."

Diana blinked at her friend and looked down at herself. "In our PJ's?"

Ginny nodded with a grin plastered onto her convinced freckled face.

Diana rolled over and jumped up. "Alright, I'm always eager for a new idea. And you certainly are one for thinking of things I would certainly have never thought of."

"Only because you'd want to do it naked, Diana."

Diana grinned mischievously in return.

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Ginny and Diana stepped out of the commons and through the fat lady portrait into the hallway, not without hearing a few questions from their housemates. They all thought that the two were crazy. Not to say that they all hadn't reached that conclusion prior to this one event.

They lazily walked down the staircase to another and was about to set their foot on the ground when the stair case shook. Ginny and Diana looked around confusedly thinking the castle might be under attack. There was a moment of pre-panic before they realized it was actually just the staircase changing again, with a gasp from Ginny and a whimper from Diana, the staircase alternated its route as it normally did, to a hallway across the room.

Once it stopped its movement Ginny and Diana quickly got off and looked around at their new surroundings. They had never been to this side of the castle; Diana saw that as an allowance to continue on. Ginny's eyes widened. "Diana! I don't think we're allowed to be here!" She whispered to her friend.

Diana cast a glance back to Ginny and shrugged. "It's not as if it was our fault Gins, if someone asks us we can say that we waited but the staircase wouldn't change back so we had to go looking for a teacher or something. Don't get your thong in a knot."

Ginny frowned. "I do not wear thongs, I wear boy-shorts."

Diana giggled and waved to dismiss the topic. "Whatever Gins, whatever."

The two made their way down the long corridor that was flanked by a series of doors. Some marked with names, others not at all. Finally they reached a staircase leading down. They had never seen a staircase as such in the castle. Ginny blinked at it. The staircase was squeezed into a wall and lit only by one torch it seemed.

Ginny shot a glance to her friend. "No." She said clearly.

Diana pouted. "I haven't even asked yet!"

"No."

"But..."

"No!"

Diana frowned and looked down at her bare feet. All of a sudden, as if she had been possessed, she lurched forward and onto the first few steps of the staircase. "Oh damn look at that, I fell, I guess we might as well go on anyway!"

Ginny gaped as her friend continued down until the steps spiraled. "Wait for me!" She exclaimed once her friend was engulfed by shadow. Ginny certainly didn't want to be alone in the hallway; she wasn't near as good of a liar as Diana was.

Ginny finally caught up with Diana halfway down and they set off moving further. "How far down do you think it goes?" Diana asked eyes wide with curiosity, though Ginny could barely tell in the dim light.

"Can we not stick around to find out?"

Diana rolled her eyes and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Oh Ginny you are such a coward, come on."

The staircase seemed to go on forever as the two Gryffindor girls made their way down and down, and down, and even more down until finally they hit a ground floor.

"Finally, I thought we were about to go deep sea diving." Diana huffed, wiping a layer of sweat from her forehead. Taking in their surroundings the girls fell silent.

They were in a hallway with walls draped in green silk embroidered with the Slytherin logo. Each door had a snake carved into the aged dark wood and the stones of the floor each had an "S" engraved into them.

Ginny let out a low whistle. "So, well, we know where all the money goes!" She clapped her hands together and with a false smile looked over to Diana who was still entranced by the scene. "And since we have learned something new today, why don't we march our little Gryffindor hineys back up those creepy steps and to that stupid changing staircase and back to our commons so we don't die." The last bit came out in a short peep.

Diana rolled her eyes and waved Ginny away. "Don't be a knob, it's all right. Come, at least let's find out what's behind some of these doors."

"No!" Ginny hissed, trying to call out anyone who might hear them. "Let's leave!"

"Three doors."

"None."

"Two and a half?"

"Half a door, Diana?"

"Alright then, two."

"No."

"One?"

Just as Ginny was beginning to protest some voices echoed through the corridor. Ginny's pinked cheeks paled and with a quick "Hide!" she latched onto Diana's arm and threw her into the room across the hall, closing the door behind them. "Okay, maybe we'll get lucky and they didn't even notice we exi…"

"Er, Ginny?"

Ginny froze. There was generally a very awkward and embarrassing moment following Diana's humble tone. To which, Ginny felt, this time was no exception. Slowly turning Ginny was met with the raised eyebrow of Draco Malfoy.

Whom was not properly dressed.

Or, in the same topic, dressed at all.

Actually he was covered. By a towel. That went down to his knees. But apparently was only covering the front. And small droplets of water were slowly gliding down his pectorals and abs.

Ginny felt the level of blush rise in her face.

Mach Blush One.

Two.

Three.

Four and half.

Six!

Ginny's eyes shot up to his face once more. With no words leaving her fear-parted lips, she stuck her finger out towards Diana whose lips were being tugged into a half grin from her terrified stare.

Seven seconds. That's how long Ginny had known Draco was there. And in that short period of time he had yet to call her any bad names, taunt her, or her family, nor compare her to the projects. Granted he was nude and this was as equally, and more so, humiliating to him.

"We're gonna leave now." Ginny yelped and zooming out of the room, Diana hanging on to Ginny's hand for dear life, they were back in the Gryffindor commons in under five minutes.