1PLEASE READ THE END TO CHAPTER FIVE IF YOU ALREADY HAVEN'T! I REVISED IT!
A/N: I have recently realized that my fan fiction is not original in the least. I've read several stories, almost exactly like mine. But maybe once I get more into my plot, it will become more original. At least, I hope so. I've been so depressed because I got absolutely no reviews on my revised Chapter 5, and learned this about my story: (! So if you haven't read the end of Chapter 5 yet, PLEASE DO! Now to the story...
Chapter 6
"So Right, So Wrong "
"You know the world can see us,
in a way that's different than who we are.
Creating space between us,
till we're separate hearts.
But your faith,
It gives me strength,
Strength to believe.
We're Breaking Free."
-Zac Efron and Vanessa Anne Hudges-High School Musical "We're Breaking Free"
His fierce gray eyes stared bullets into Ginny's heart. How could he? She thought he loved her. She thought she loved him. Tears exploded from her eyes.
"I thought I could trust you," Ginny cried, tears flowing down her face.
"You can never trust a Malfoy," He snarled his eyes lighting up in hate. How could he be like this, after she had got to know him and love him so well? How could she have fallen for someone who seemed like one to the sweetest people she knew, but to find that he could do something like this? How could she have been so stupid?
Ginny gathered up the spit in her mouth and hocked it at Malfoy. "You're filthy little scum, just like the rest of your family," she spoke through gritted teeth,"and you always will be."
Malfoy charged at Ginny, rage burning in his glowing eyes. He wrapped his skinny fingers around Ginny's throat tightly, and pulled her up into the air. His eyes screamed in anger at her, piercing into her green ones. His bright pink lips curled into a wicked grin. "And your going to be dead, just like the rest of your family will end up being." he hissed violently, as his grip around Ginny's neck tightened. She squirmed and fought in his grasp, but nothing seemed to help. She threw her feet around trying to kick him to make him let go, but he wouldn't budge. He stood perfectly still, staring at Ginny as the sparkle in her eye started to fade. Her face grew paler and paler. Malfoy's face began to get blurry, and all she could focus on clearly were his cold, gray eyes. They grew farther and farther away, until everything around her went black.
Ginny sat up, sweat dripping off of her face. Her hands were clasped tightly around the sheets on her bed. Her hair stood straight up and her hands were shaking.
Not another one... not another nightmare.
She didn't know how many more she could take. After the first one she had on the first day back, she had been having them almost every night. Only they weren't as bad as the first, and she wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night screaming. But this one had been pretty bad. It seemed so real. The vison of Malfoy's cold eyes staring at her seemed to float in her mind. Why was she having dreams like this? Why did she keep having these dreams over and over? Did it mean something?
Maybe these dreams were trying to tell her something. Maybe it was showing her the future, showing her what Malfoy was going to do to her if she became any closer to him.
It seemed like something he would do. After all, he was still a Malfoy. Maybe he hadn't changed at all. Maybe he was all of a sudden being so nice to Ginny because he was planning to kill her in the end.
But why would he want her? Why would Voldemort even want her? She wasn't anything special, only a friend of Harry's. If Ginny died, Harry would be sure to care, but that still wouldn't really change anything. Shouldn't Malfoy and Voldemort be going after Harry, not her?
"Stop thinking about things you don't even know about Ginny," she reminded herself. She was letting her vivid imagination run wild, and she knew that. Besides, it was just a dream.
Maybe she should tell somebody about it though, and see what they thought about the situation. But who could she tell? Ginny's mind ran through the list of people she knew. Mum or Dad? No, she didn't want to worry them with something as mediocre as a nightmare. Ron? No, he would blow the whole ordeal out of proportion. Harry? No, definitely not Harry. He would probably think it was some evil plot Voldemort was planning to get to him, and over react about it. Hermione? Yes, that seemed like the perfect person to tell. She wouldn't worry about it to much. She might even have a few suggestions or spells that Ginny could try to make the nightmares go away. Plus, she had been there on the first night she had her nightmare, so she knew how serious they were.
She decided she would tell Hermione in the morning at breakfast.
Ginny gently put her head back down on the pillow. She had to get some sleep; she just hoped she didn't have another nightmare.
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The Great Hall buzzed with talking. People piled their plates with food, and gossiped with each other. Ginny watched as Harry put a crispy chicken leg on his plate. Ron munched down on another chicken leg that he had just gotten off the table. Hermione watched with disgust as Ron chewed on the greasy chicken.
"You are so disgusting," she breathed heavily, her lip raised slightly with a look of impatience. Ron was really gross when he ate...
"What can I say," Ron spat, his mouth full of food. Hermione turned away quickly and rolled her eyes at Ginny.
"I swear he is the nastiest person I have ever met," she spoke loudly to make sure Ron could her. Ron shot his eyes at her and glanced away. Harry chuckled quietly to himself. Ginny smiled.
"Hermione I need to talk to you about something." Ginny whispered, so Ron and Harry wouldn't hear her. To her displeasure, Harry leaned backward slightly in his seat and tilted his head over to the side, indicating that he had heard what Ginny had said to Hermione.
"What's wrong Ginny?" Hermione asked, concern in her voice. Harry leaned in a little closer. Ginny shot her eyes at Harry to show Hermione that he was there. Hermione snapped around. Harry, startled with Hermione's sudden jerky movement, swayed in his seat. Losing his balance, he toppled onto the floor, his rear in slamming onto the hard stone.
Harry placed his palms on the ground to hoist himself up. His face was a bright red. Hermione laughed so hard that tears started to form in her eyes. Ginny put her hand over her face and laughed just as hard, trying to cover up the happy tears rolling down her face. Bits of food flew out of Ron's mouth as he opened it up and laughed heavily at Harry's fall. He slammed his hand on the table to try and calm his laugh, but that just toppled over a glass of pumpkin juice on the table, spilling all over Hermione's lap, making him laugh even harder.
Hermione jumped up, pumpkin juice trickling off her skirt, and screamed," RON" so loudly that several people turned and watched.
Ginny couldn't control her laughter any longer, and it burst out. Hermione shot her a stern look, but she didn't care. The scene was just to hilarious. Harry was gently placing his sore end back onto the seat, his face a furious red. Hermione stood up, wiping pumpkin juice off her skirt and the seat. Ron continued to laugh so hard, that practically all the food was falling out of his mouth. Suddenly, his face went red, and he began to cough. He clasp his white hand around his throat and he stood up slowly. His face grew redder and redder. Hermione snapped out her wand and pointed it at Ron's throat.
"EMPTITERIUM!" she yelled as a red light shot out of the end of her wand.
Ron took in a deep breath, and the color returned to his face. He put his hands on the table to balance himself and gently sat back down, his face even redder than Harry's had been.
Ginny laughed so hard she couldn't breathe. This was the funniest thing she had ever saw.
Draco glanced over at the Gryffindor table to see what everyone was staring at. His eyes fell on Hermione's wand pointed at Ron's throat.
"Finally she's going to kill him," Draco smirked in his head, rather amused at the thought of Granger killing Weasley. Draco heard her scream a spell and watched to see what would happen. Color suddenly drained back into Weasley's face, and he sat down slowly.
"The stupid bloke was only choking," Draco sneered in his head. He was hoping to see Ron finally get what was coming to him. Hermione sure had the knowledge and could easily curse Ron all the way back to the broken-down house if she wanted to. Draco turned his gaze off the mudblood and Weasley, suddenly losing his interest in the two. He watched as Harry hunched over with laughter. Draco rolled his eyes. He looked over at the person sitting beside Granger and saw Ginny. Her eyes were scrunched up and tears were rolling down her freckled cheeks. She plastered a huge grin on her glowing red face. Ginny's hand clutched her stomach as if she was about to throw up. Obviously something very funny had happened. Draco continued to watch Ginny. She had perfect teeth. They reflected a glowing white as she smiled widely at her friends. Her smile. Her smile was beautiful. It fit her face perfectly. Draco shook his head slightly. "What are you talking about. Stop thinking like this!" He scorned to himself.
Draco watched as Ginny took a deep breath. She gazed around at the people watching the foursome and her eyes fell on Draco. They stared at each other for a moment, until Ginny smiled at him. Not the big toothy smile that she had grinned when laughing at Potter, Weasley, and Granger, but a small, sweet smile.
Draco just stared at her like a dimwit. His mind went blank and he watched as Ginny turned slowly around in her seat.
He was so stupid! Why didn't he at least make some face at her, even if it was just a smirk. Anything would have been better than just staring off at her. She probably thought he was insane...
"See what you get for talking with your mouth full?" Hermione snapped at Ron, as he slowly wiped the food off his face. Harry looked over at Ginny and she gave him a small smile, showing that she found this just as amusing as he did. Hermione looked at them both. She scowled, and took her seat. Harry blushed slightly.
"You going to thank Hermione for saving your life, Ronald?" Ginny laughed, rasing her eyebrows at Ron.
"Thanks.." Ron muttered
"Your quite welcome," Hermione spoke, as she gazed at him boringly, not looking very welcome at all. "So, Ginny what were you going to tell me before these two dimwits so rudely interrupted us." emphasizing the word dimwits, while shooting a stern glance at Ron and Harry. Ron muttered something under his breath but Hermione ignored it. All their eyes turned on Ginny waiting for her answer.
"Um, well, I'll just tell you later," she spoke quietly while nervously glancing around at Ron and Harry.
"Deafisimo!" Hermione spoke as she pointed her wand at Harry and Ron. "Now you don't have to worry about them," Hermione smiled as she watched Harry and Ron look at her blankly.
"What did you do?" Ginny asked watching as Harry repeated the same question to Ron.
"Deafened them," Hermione spoke casually, while flicking her hand in the air, obviously saying that she didn't need to worry about them hearing anymore.
Ginny heard Ron say, "What?" rather loudly at Harry.
"Huh?" Harry replied loudly.
"Continue.." Hermione said while looking at Ginny.
"Well, you know that nightmare I had the first night?" Ginny started rather nervously. Hermione nodded her head to let her know she understood. "Well, I've been having those nightmares a lot now. I keep seeing Malfoy choking me, or threatening me. And it seems weird, because rather lately he's been sort of nice to me. Do you think my dreams mean anything?" she finished, leaving out the part where she had willingly kissed Malfoy several times already. She didn't think Hermione was ready to hear that.
Hermione bit her lower lip in concentration before speaking. "Remember when Harry kept having dreams about Voldemort, and no one took them seriously at first? I'm not saying this is anything serious, but maybe you should tell Dumbledore, just to make sure."
Ginny should have known Hermione was going to want her to tell a teacher. She really didn't want to go ranting to a teacher about how she kept having nightmares about Malfoy. It seemed so stupid. Plus, she didn't want anyone finding out that she actually liked Malfoy.
"Yeah, I guess." Ginny said quietly turning her gaze back to her food. She heard someone near her scream, " WHAT?" so loudly that even the teachers turned and looked at them. Ron's face reddened as he saw many faces turn and look at him. McGonagall shot him a death glare, and he slunk back into his seat. Hermione pointed her wand back at Harry and Ron and murmured "Audioaria." Ron and Harry's faces looked relieved as they heard the familiar sounds of the Great Hall greet their ears.
"Remember what I said," Hermione spoke as she looked at Ginny. She got up and strutted towards the door at the end of the Great Hall, Ron running after her yelling, "What in the bloody hell did you to me!"
"Bye Ginny," Harry smiled before following an angry Ron and Hermione out of the Great Hall.
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Draco tapped the end of his quill on the table. He bounced his foot up and down on the floor impatiently, begging for the class to end. He was in History of Magic, and it seemed more boring than usual. Professor Binn's voice droned on and on about some Giant Hibernation Act that happened back in 1900. He couldn't seem to keep his mind on it. He kept thinking about Ginny.
He cringed at the sound of her name. Why was he feeling like this? He was supposed to hate her! Now all he wanted to do was kiss her soft lips...
"STOP IT DRACO!" He shouted at himself. He caught himself thinking thoughts like this all the time. Thinking about how beautiful Ginny was, how she had the prettiest laugh, how her eyes lite up when she smiled.
He hated to admit it, but he was falling for her. He was falling for Ginny Weasley, and he couldn't deny it any longer.
He wanted to see her again so bad. Lately, he had been caught up with homework, and Quidditch. They haven't had any Prefect duties together since the last time when he showed her that picture.
The picture.
It seemed to haunt Draco's mind all night. The picture reminded him so much of himself and Ginny. The couple in the picture looked exactly like them. Ginny even had the same smile as the woman in the photo. The couple laughed and held each others hands, and that's what scared Draco. That him and Ginny could ever be like that. That he would have to show emotion, show love, show care, and that was so hard for him to do.
He sighed. He had to see Ginny. He had to see her now.
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Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione stepped through the portrait of the fat lady into the Gryffindor common room. Ron immediately flopped into the nearest armchair.
"Ron, you better start getting ready. Remember, we have Quidditch practice tonight?" Harry stated, clearly irritated that Ron wasn't taking the practice seriously.
"Oh yeah," Ron groaned. He slowly got up out of the armchair and slugged over to the stairs leading to the boy's dormitory.
"I'll see you guys at practice." Ginny called out after them as she walked up the stairs to the girl's dormitory. She had to change into her Quidditch robes before she went to practice.
Ginny flew open the trunk at the end of her bed and grabbed out her robes. She was in the mood to practice. For some reason, the events from in the morning had cheered her up. She was in an extremely peppy mood. The energy flowed and radiated throughout her body.
She quickly jerked off her school robes and changed into her Quidditch robes. She wanted to get to the pitch as fast as she could.
Ginny jumped as she heard a tap-tap-tap on her windowsill. She looked over and saw one of the school's barn owls tapping the window to get her attention. She ran over to the window and jerked it open, scaring the owl a bit.
It slowly dropped a piece of parchment in Ginny's hand and flew off, eager to get away. Who could be writing her?
She opened the parchment slowly and scanned for the name at the bottom.
Draco Malfoy.
Her heart stopped suddenly. Why was he writing her? Ginny stared at the parchment in shock, not believing that Draco Malfoy would actually write to her. Her eyes slowly scanned the words written on the paper.
Meet me in the Kitchens tonight at 12.
Draco
That was a real, nice, long letter. Ginny sighed. His handwriting was so perfect. It was scratchy, but yet smooth. It reminded Ginny of Draco. On the outside he was rough, but on the inside he was smooth and slick. She loved that about him.
Should she go?
"Of course I'm going," Ginny answered herself as she grabbed her broom and started running down the stairs. There was no way she could pass up this opportunity.
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Ginny huffed as she made her way back up to the castles. She had just finished Quidditch practice. She walked behind Ron and Harry, watching as they pushed and shoved each other playfully.
"Dragon Blood," Harry stated to the Fat Lady, as the portrait swung open. They all crawled inside.
Hermione sat on the table doing homework and Ron once again, flopped into the big armchair in front of the fire. The common room seemed to be unusually empty. Only a couple of kids were studying or playing a game of chess. Ginny ran over to the chair beside Ron. She wanted to get the last chair in front of the fire.
Harry chased after her. They reached the chair about the same time, and they both pushed and shoved each other to see who would get in it first. Ginny fought furiously, for she planned to stay here until she had to go and meet Draco tonight. She shoved her butt into the seat roughly and sent Harry flying backwards. He landed on his bottom with a big umph.
Ginny laughed, and even Ron suppressed a chuckle, though he was about to fall out from Quidditch practice. Ginny still had adrenaline rushing through her, thoughts of sleeping never even crossing her mind.
Harry pushed himself back up rubbing his bottom. It was really taking a beating today..
He watched as Ginny laughed at him. The light from the fire sent a radiant glow on her skin. Her teeth gleamed in the light. Her eyes sparkled happily, smiling along with her. She was so beautiful.
Ginny turned her gaze to the fire in front of her. She sighed. She was anxious about tonight. Draco had been on her mind all the time since they had kissed in his room. It felt so right to be with him, but yet so wrong.
She knew it was wrong. The Mafloy's and the Weasley's had always hated each other right? She knew she didn't hate Malfoy. Sometimes she hated his scowl, his arrogance, but she didn't hate him.
"I'm going to bed," said Ron groggily, as he slowly got out of the chair.
"Yeah, me to I guess," Harry replied sighing. He didn't really want to go. He wanted to stay down here with Ginny. But he knew he needed sleep. He had so much homework to do tomorrow, and another Quidditch game was coming up soon.
"Alright, see you guys tomorrow," Ginny spoke softly as she watched them leave the room.
She checked the clock hanging on the wall.
11:30PM.
She had 30 minutes until she had to meet Malfoy in the Kitchens. She heard Hermione's quill scribble on a sheet of parchment and she glanced over at her. Damnit. She was still in here. "I wonder how long she is going to stay awake?" Ginny thought. If she stayed up til 12, Ginny would have to make up an excuse to why she had to leave the common room, and she didn't want to lie to Hermione. Maybe if she acted like she was going to bed, Hermione would leave.
"Well, I'm going to bed to Hermione. Night," Ginny called out to Hermione while walking upstairs and into the girl's dormitory. She changed into her school robes once again and sat on her bed. 11:45, and Hermione still hadn't come up.
Sounds of approaching footsteps jerked Ginny out of her thoughts. She pulled the covers of her body and threw her head down onto the pillow. She shut her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
She listened as someone slowly walked over to their bed. Ginny knew it was Hermione, because she was the only one that wasn't asleep yet. Hermione sighed, and pulled back the covers on her four-poster bed sharply, before lying down. Ginny shot up. She needed to leave now in order to get to the kitchens on time.
As quietly as she could, Ginny snuck past Hermione's bed and over to the door leading to the common room. She whispered a non-creaking spell and opened up the door. She quietly stepped out onto the stairs. Finally.
The portrait swung open and Ginny stepped out into the corridor.
"And what do you think your doing?" the Fat Lady said strictly, giving Ginny a stern look.
"Bug off," Ginny sneered as she walked down the hall. She heard the Fat Lady huff, and swing the portrait shut with a loud bang.
"Great, just great." Ginny thought to herself as she slowly walked down the corridor. She took a left down another corridor.
Her heart pounded in her chest. She was meeting Draco Malfoy. A Malfoy! Her life was so complicated.
Her heartbeat increased more and more as she neared the kitchens. Why was she so nervous? Why did Draco want to meet her? What did he want? Why was her heart beating so fast? Why did she feel like she was going to throw up?
She tickled the pear that lead into the kitchens and it opened. Inside, she saw Draco surrounded by a swarm of house elves.
She giggled to herself, causing Draco to look up.
"See you have arrived," Draco announced loudly, sending a swarm of house-elves running in her direction. He smirked.
"I appreciate that Draco." she said sarcastically, giving him a vicious look. He laughed.
"No thank you, I'm fine." Ginny spoke kindly to the house-elves, and they eventually started retreating back to their other duties.
"So, I'm guessing you got my letter?" Draco asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice. Was he actually nervous?
"Yeah, I did." Ginny replied, walking over to him. "So, Did you have something to tell me?"
He shifted his feet a little.
"Um, I don't know. I just wanted to see you I guess." said Draco nonchalantly.
"Oh," Ginny replied. Her heart began to pound. He wanted to see her? Draco Malfoy actually wanted to see HER?
Draco propped his foot up against the wall.
"Hey you there!" Draco said pointing to a house-elf," Get me something to eat."
"Right away master," it replied, bending into a low bow.
"You don't have to be so mean to them!" Ginny huffed, placing her hands on her hips.
"What? They want to serve me." Draco shrugged.
"Your so cruel," Ginny spoke normally, as if she wasn't insulting anybody.
"I know, aren't I?" Draco smirked.
Why did he always have something to say for everything that came out of her mouth?
"Your an ass, you know that?" Ginny laughed, leaning up against the wall beside him.
"I try," Draco grunted, folding his arms across his chest. Ginny chuckled quietly to herself.
"Who is Gryffindor playing this week?" Draco asked, looking at Ginny.
"Ravenclaw," Ginny answered.
"You all are going to lose," Draco spoke, grinning as he saw Ginny's face light up with rage. He had finally got what he wanted.
"No we're not! You just had to say that didn't you," Ginny shouted, anger in her voice.
"Yep"
"We're not going to lose," Ginny yelled at Draco, growing angrier at the smug look on his face.
"I bet you will." Draco lied.
"I bet we won't," Ginny argued.
"It's a bet then," Draco spoke.
"What will I get if I win?" Ginny asked determination in her voice.
"This," Draco said as he bent down towards Ginny's face. He slowly pushed his lips softly against hers. Ginny kissed him back. His kiss was wonderful, and it grew deeper and deeper.
Ginny pulled back slowly.
"Then I sure want to win," she smiled, her lips still touching his. They began to kiss once again.
Ginny wrapped her arms around Draco's neck and pulled him in closer. Their bodies touched each other. Ginny could feel his warm skin against hers.
Draco gently pushed Ginny up against the kitchen wall, and kissed her more intensely. Her lips were so soft. If he could just stay like this forever, he would never feel any pain, or any hate. He would just feel what he felt towards Ginny right now. He was unsure of this emotion, because he had never felt for anyone like this before. But it was beyond imaginable, and he loved it. It wasn't like he was kissing another one of those Slytherin girls. No, he was kissing Ginny, and she was totally different. She was real. Everything about her was real, from the way she strutted down the halls, to the way her eyes sparkled on their own.
Draco moved his hand slowly down Ginny's back. All he wanted to do was touch her, to feel her lips against his, to feel the warmth of her soft skin.
Draco forced himself to pull back slowly. Why did he always do that? Was he scared? "No, I'm not scared," Draco told himself firmly. He wasn't scared of kissing Ginny. He loved to kiss Ginny. But he was scared of what he wanted to do with Ginny. He was scared that if he kept kissing her, he would end up doing something he regretted. He didn't want to do that to himself. Or to Ginny.
He stared into her soft, green eyes.
"Your a great kisser," he smirked, his body still slightly pressed against hers.
"I know," she smiled, her eyes lighting up in humor.
"I think I might be rubbing off on you," Draco laughed, lifting his eyebrows up.
"Maybe you are," she grinned.
"It's getting late. I'll walk you back to your common room so you won't get scared," Draco smiled. He knew what was coming next...
"I'm not scared!" Ginny stomped, giving him a mean glare.
"Of course you aren't. Come on let's go." said Draco sarcastically. He grabbed Ginny's hand and laced his fingers around it.
Ginny's face turned a beat red. Her whole body felt like it was on fire. This is a dream. I'm going to wake up any second.
The coldness of Draco's hands soothing her hot body snapped her back into reality. This was real.
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Ginny stepped quietly into the common room, leaving Draco behind at the portrait of the Fat Lady. She felt like she was in a dream. Was everything that happened tonight real? Was Draco actually making her feel this way? Did she crave Draco's kisses?
At first she thought Draco was just using her for someone to make out with. But tonight, he seemed different. He seemed sincere. Ginny felt a cold shiver run down her spine at the thought. Did Draco Malfoy actually like her, and was not just using her?
She glanced over once again at the clock hanging on the common room wall.
2 AM.
She was going to be so tired in class tomorrow. But it was worth it.
Ginny ran quietly up the stairs to her dormitory, the sensation of Draco's lips still tinkling on her mouth.
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Ginny watched as Malfoy took a bite of something on his plate. He was talking to Goyle. She loved to watch him, to see what he acted like in front of his friends. She smirked as she saw Malfoy cringe when Pansy scooted in beside him at the table. He moved over a seat so she wouldn't be right beside him.
"Ginny, have you told Dumbledore yet?" Hermione whispered quietly in her ear, while Harry and Ron rambled on loudly about the upcoming Qudditch game. Ginny snapped back at what was happening at her own table.
"Um, no not yet," Ginny replied, her voice slightly in a daze.
"Well, I suggest you tell him as soon as possible, just in case it gets any worse. I don't want you getting sick, or anything happen to you," Hermione told her sincerely.
"Okay Hermione," Ginny smiled," I'll tell him soon."
"Good." Hermione stated as she turned her gaze back to a book she was reading.
Ginny drifted off into her thoughts before Hermione had interrupted her.
Draco...
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"I'm not Malfoy, Miss Weasley," Draco hissed, letting go of his grip on Ginny's neck. She tumbled to the ground.
"I'm Lord Voldemort..."
Ginny opened her eyes widely. Not again!
She sat up and rested her sweaty hands on her head.
She hadn't been able to get a decent sleep in forever because of these dreams. She would never be able to play a good Quidditch match if she couldn't get any sleep.
The Quidditch Match was not tomorrow, but the next day, and Ginny had still failed to receive sleep.
She slowly got up out of the bed and slid her feet into a pair of slippers. She didn't feel like changing her clothes, so she stayed in her shorts and tee-shirt. She flipped her blazing red hair over her head, and threw it up into a messy ponytail.
"If I can't seem to get any sleep, maybe I can wear myself out if I take a little walk." Ginny told herself, as she creaked open the door leading into the common room.
The fire had long since burned out, and the common room was eerily empty. She definitely didn't want to stay in here. It was to creepy at night. Maybe she'd go and get a midnight snack or something. Besides, she had nothing better to do.
The portrait swung open as she stepped out. Ginny looked behind her to see if the Fat Lady was going to throw her another rude comment, but she was fast asleep, drool leaking slightly out of her mouth.
Ginny chuckled quietly and started walking down the corridor. The castle seemed so empty tonight. She'd usually at least run into Mrs. Norris, but she even seemed to be no where in sight.
Well, it would make it easier for her to get around anyway...
Ginny jumped slightly as she heard footsteps echo in the silent corridor. Someone was coming. What was she going to do? There was no where to hide...
She saw a shadow appear in the light of one of the torches at the end of the corridor. Someone was coming around the corner.
Ginny looked around her. There were no dark corners, and her mind went blank of any spells. She looked behind her and to her luck, saw a suit of armor.
She ducked quickly behind the armor as the figure came into sight. Ginny peeked cautiously around the armor and saw one of the Hufflepuff prefects walking past. He had mossy brown hair, and green eyes. His mouth opened widely as he yawned, and his eyes drooped. "He's sure tired..." Ginny thought to herself as she watched the figure fade out of sight.
She crept out from behind the armor. "That was close," Ginny thought to herself as she continued walking down the corridor once more, returning to the silence that surrounded her. She continued on with her thoughts.
Draco. What was going on with him and her? They had always hated each other. Well, not them two exactly, but he had always teased Ron and her about their family, and that was why Ginny despised him so much. Draco had never really picked on Ginny. He usually directed his insults to Ron. But occasionally, when Ginny thought, he was in a particularly nasty mood, he would make snide remarks towards her too.
So what now made her suddenly long to see his cold, gray eyes? Why did she find herself thinking about his soft lips? Why was it, that all she wanted to do, was watch him?
She even enjoyed his smirk. She loved the way they would talk back and forth to each other, each insulting the other greatly, but never really meaning it. It was a game they played, who could say the best comeback, or who could get the last word in.
Now that Ginny thought about it, her and Draco were a lot alike. Sure, he was rich, an only child, and had a Death-Eater father, but there were similarities between them that Ginny couldn't help but notice. Like the way she smirked at people, or the way she would always say a snide remark to one of her brothers. She wasn't as openly mean as Draco was, though sometimes if she was in a bad mood she would snap at people, but they still acted the same. Ginny also had a rebellious streak running through her. With all her brothers, she had learned to take care of herself and to never let anyone beat her down. That was kind of how Draco was. He had learned from his father that he had to fend for himself, and that no one wasn't going to come and save him. And like Draco, she stood up for herself.
Her feet tapped silently on the marble floor. It was all so confusing...
Ginny heard a crash up ahead.
Her eyes darted around her, trying to pin-point the sound of the noise. Her nerves sparked up, and every sense she possessed seemed to be working full-throttle. She adjusted her eyes to the darkness around her, even though she could still see barely anything.
Up ahead, a streak of moonlight shone onto the floor of the corridor, reflecting off the walls. Ginny glanced over in the direction of the moonlight, trying to see if she could make out a shape of anybody up ahead of it.
There it was, right there. A black shape stood just a little in front of the window, his silvery-blonde hair gleaming in the moonlight. His back was turned to Ginny, but she still knew instantly who it was. No one else had that bright blonde hair.
Draco.
She froze, wondering what to do. What was he doing out anyway? She watched as he walked slowly up ahead. His body seemed rigid, and oblivious to his surroundings. He walked in a perfectly straight line, almost as if he was a zombie.
Could it be that he was sleep walking? It sure seemed like it, since he moved un-naturally. It wasn't his usual strut, but a rigid walk.
Ginny crept closer, making sure not to make any noise. She followed him silently, curiosity taking over her body. Question after question zoomed through her head and she watched him walk farther down the corridor. She quickened her pace.
He looked suspicious. "I wonder if he is meeting another girl?" Ginny thought to herself. She clenched her fists at the thought. Suddenly realizing how jealous she had become, she let go. Why did she get so angry at the thought that Malfoy could possibly be seeing someone else? That seemed more like the old Malfoy she knew...
Now, wanting even more than before to figure out what he was doing, she crouched down slowly. Her feet moved fast underneath her, and there was now only a short distance between her and Malfoy.
Ginny gasped as Draco suddenly came to an abrupt halt. He swayed slightly, before crashing to the ground.
Ginny didn't know what to do. Obviously, something was wrong. If she went to get a teacher, most likely they would both end up in trouble. But what if he was seriously injured? She decided she would check for herself.
She ran over to Draco and looked down at him. His eyes were closed, and his face was an odd pale. His hands lay gently at his sides. Ginny shook him slightly.
"Draco," she whispered, concern in her voice," Draco wake up,"
His eyes shot open, and Ginny screamed. They were a piercing red. Ginny jumped back. Her hands shook and she felt as if her blood had frozen cold in her veins. Draco closed his eyes once again, and lay dead still.
Ginny's teeth chattered together, and she felt an unusual coldness take over her body. Her eyes were open wide with fear. Her heart thumped wildly, and Ginny thought it was about to thump out of her chest. It felt as if her heart had jumped with her, and was lodging in her throat. She watched Malfoy's still body.
She inched forward, her shaky hands out in front of her. What was she going to do? What was wrong with him?
She shook him slightly and choked out,"Draco". She gulped, trying to hold back her tears. His eyes slowly fluttered open. Ginny winced in fear, as she forced herself to look at his eyes. Her heart seemed to go back down to her chest as she saw the familiar gray stare up at her.
"W-where am I?" Draco asked stupidly, groaning slightly and turning his head to the side. He jumped back suddenly as he saw Ginny in front of him. His eyes were wide, and he looked around him to see the dark, empty corridor.
"What are you doing here? What am I doing here?" Draco spoke sternly, anger slowly filling his voice.
"I-I was going to get something to eat. I-I was h-hungry, and I couldn't sleep. I was going out for a walk, when I saw you walking in the corridor. You seemed a little weird. Suddenly you collapsed and I came over to see if you were okay. Then y-you woke up." Ginny stuttered, fear still in her voice. She left out the part about how she had followed him, and about how his eyes had turned that blood-red.
"I don't remember any of that," Draco stated dumbly, his eyes slitted suspiciously at Ginny.
"What! You think I did this!" Ginny yelled, anger filling her voice.
"Well, It's a little weird when I wake up and your staring at me in the middle of a dark, empty corridor!" Draco announced.
"Well I didn't do anything! Your the one walking all alone by yourself in the middle of the night!" Ginny raged.
"And, what, may I ask were you doing," said Draco rasing his eyebrows slightly while rising to his feet.
"I already told you! You still haven't explained yourself though," Ginny spoke, glaring at Draco.
"I told you, I don't remember." Draco repeated, putting his hand to his forehead. He had an increasingly bad headache.
"You must have been sleep-walking. You seem a little sick to me. When I came over here, you were pale and um, well and um-" Ginny stuttered, thinking about if she should tell him about what she had seen.
"And what?" Draco asked her sternly.
"Nothing. You just looked sick," Ginny finished, shifting her feet slightly.
Draco stared at her for a moment, his eyes piercing threw her. Then, suddenly, they seemed to soften a bit.
"Well, I guess your right. I don't think your lying." Draco admitted, watching the shocked expression appear on Ginny's face.
She hadn't expected him to believe her, after all she was a Weasley, and she could have always been setting him up. She smiled slightly. Draco actually believed her.
Relief swarmed over her body as she spoke,"Well, It's getting late. We should go back to sleep. I think you need some rest," Ginny said grinning as she noticed the bags under Draco's eyes.
"You could use some yourself," he smirked, looking her up and down. Her hair was flopped messily over her head. She wore her pajamas, which Draco noticed were slightly revealing. He chuckled.
"Stop looking at me!" Ginny stepped back offended, crossing her arms insecurely over her chest.
Draco grinned mischievously, giving her one last look before replying, "See you tomorrow, Weasley."
"Bye Draco," Ginny called before walking down the corridor.
"Wait. One more thing.." Draco announced grabbing Ginny's arm gently and pulling her into him. He planted a soft, short kiss on her lips. "I just had to do that," he smirked, pulling away.
"Don't you always," Ginny laughed before turning back around and walking towards the Gryffindor common room, her appetite long forgotten.
A/N: Good? Bad? Horrible? I'm so happy I'm finally getting a little bit into my plot. Maybe once I get even farther into it, my story will become more original. But, REMEMBER TO REVIEW! I want to know what you thought about this chapter even if you despised it! Thanks for taking the time to read! Oh yeah also, does anybody know if Cho Chang is the Ravenclaw seeker? And is she even in the same grade as Harry?