Chapter Three- Catching Up
'Tom I thought that you were… well gone!' I wrote.
'I WAS Ginny but not any more.'
'How can that be?'
'Does it matter? I am back! We can be FRIENDS again!'
' You cannot be serious! You tried to kill me to revive yourself!'
'That was when I was weak and desperate! But now I am once more strong and no longer desperate for energy!'
'I don't know if I can trust you Tom I'm sorry.'
'Ginny, please,'
'Good-bye Tom.'
Angry and confused I closed the book; I choose not to bore you with details of The Great Hall, because by the time I finished with Tom, the train had stopped. Nobody seemed very interested by the sorting hat's song besides the first year students, since we all new that the song was about the rise in power of Lord Voldemort.
It is not that you-know-who was terrorizing everyone but that the death eaters were becoming stronger, and the Dark Mark was seen every once in a while. The Order of the Phoenix was not holding up so well, and many of the former Dumbledore's Army members joined after their seventh year. It has been long since the wizarding world thrived like it used to.
I sat on the edge of Heomione's bed as I waited for her to finish brushing her teeth. When she finished she sat nest to me and held me close. "It's been too long." she whispered in my ear. Swiftly I felt the warmth of her lips on my shoulder. I moaned as she worked her way upward to my mouth and slid in her tongue. As our mouths moved in a silent greeting, I noticed our clothes falling to the floor. As our bodies entwined in passion, there was not a sound but for moans and shrieks of pleasure.
When we were satiated, we sat and enjoyed the warmth of another body next to our own.
"Mya?" I called.
"Yes Ginny?"
"Why are you here?"
"To volunteer, and have an excuse to see you."
"Why is seeing me more important than The Order?"
"You don't understand do you?"
"No. What?"
"The war is beginning."
"Here? Within these walls?"
"Yes. Not all of the 'volunteers' are on our side, you know."
"I see."
"Let's go to sleep, I am exhausted."
"Sure."
I stole another kiss before we went to sleep, and thought about what I just learned from Hermoine.
