Tension Rises, As Do Voices

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of this except the plot, unfortunate for me, fortunate for the genius J.K. Rowling.

My world just stopped. Silence had filled the air. All the faces of the Gryffindors turned to me with shocked expressions. Lavender looked disgusted, Dean looked hurt, and Colin just looked down. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't do anything. Tension hung in the air and it scared me to death.

"MR. WEASLEY!"

If Ron's voice boomed through the girls' dormitory then Professor McGonagall's shook all of Gryffindor Tower.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" She continued. "It is eleven o'clock at night and here you are going about the things that should be done when at least everyone is awake!"

"But Prof-"Ron started.

"Don't you 'but Professor' me, Mr. Weasley. All of you get to bed. As for you Mr. Weasley you are going to stay here along with Miss Granger, Miss Weasley, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Creevey." Her voice was stern and Ron didn't argue. As soon as Professor McGonagall heard all the doors slam shut she continued. "Mr. Weasley what is the meaning of this?"

"Professor, it wasn't my fault," Ron said desperately.

"Oh please Mr. Weasley. I do not recall hearing anyone else yelling besides you. And may I inform you that your yells could not only be heard through the Gryffindor Tower but through all of Hogwarts. I would not be surprised if the dungeons heard you."

"Professor McGonagall, Ginny was yelling, too, why isn't she getting in trouble, too?"

"I will talk to her later, but my main concern is you. Why were you shouting at this time of night?"

"Remember Ron, you can't yell at a Professor." I commented before he started.

"Shut up Ginny."

"Mr. Weasley!"

"Sorry Professor. The reason I was shouting because I found something out." He said quietly.

"What did you find out Mr. Weasley?" She questioned softly.

"Nothing too important." Ron responded.

"Well, if it makes you shout at this time of night, it must be important. Tell me why you yelled for Miss Weasley to come down here only to yell at her? And what does any of this have to do with Mr. Malfoy, if I recall correctly?"

She had hit a nerve. "I yelled at here because she is a disgrace! A disgrace to me, my family, to herself!"

"Mr. Weasley, I'd advise you not to talk to me in that manner unless you are looking for a month's detention." Her voice was stern and cold.

"Sorry,"

"How would Miss Weasley be a disgrace? And once again, I ask, what does anything of this have to do with Mr. Malfoy?" Her voice held true concern.

"Dreaming about him! Obsessing about him! Thinking of him constantly! And let's not end there! If Colin has given me the right information, you've been in his arms Ginny!" He yelled as my eyes darted to Colin.

"Colin! You swore you wouldn't tell!" I felt myself say.

"So it is true!" Ron cut in.

"I'm sorry Ginny," I heard Colin whisper.

"Yeah right! How could you do this to me Colin? You knew the reason why I couldn't tell Ron! You knew that he'd react this way!" I yelled back.

"I truly am sorry Ginny, it's just that—"

"That what? That Ron threatened you, is that it?" I screamed. "You were my best friend Colin!"

"I'm still your best friend—"

"No, no you're not!" I shouted as tears trailed their way down my face. "I trusted you! I trusted you to listen, to not tell a soul! How could I mean that little to you?"

"Ginny, you mean the world to me," Colin started but I cut him off again.

"If I did, then you wouldn't have told Ron." I ran.

I ran past Ron, past Professor McGonagall, past Hermione, Harry and Colin. I opened the portrait and darted out of the room. I just couldn't take it any more. I just wanted to scream, I wanted all of this to stop: the dreams, the accusations, the pain, the fear, everything.

I ran down the corridor to who knows where. I ran for about seven minutes before I found myself in front of the Astronomy Tower door. I caught my breath before opening the door absentmindedly. I walked in the dark room quietly, not really paying attention to anything. I walked up to the long windows that the moon shone down on. There was hardly a star in the sky surrounding the large, luminous sphere. There I stood just crying. I cried about everything. I felt myself asking "why me? why me?" over and over again. I just couldn't take it anymore. I felt the ache in my chest where my heart was. The emotion was overwhelming. I felt like I wanted to die because I couldn't take any of this. I wanted to scream. I was so caught up in the emotion I felt, and my tears that I didn't hear the door open or the footsteps. I had collapsed to the ground, I just hung on to the bottom of the window, weeping.

When I finally felt that I could cry no more tears, I looked up. There he was, standing before. He just looked at me with concern, sorrow, and compassion, everything I had seen in my dream. I stood up hastily and started to run again without saying anything. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could. I could hear his footsteps behind me, chasing me. I ran faster, as fast as my legs would take me. I ended up running out the doors, getting closer to the lake. As I was a few yards away from the lake, I slowed down. I was trembling as I heard his footsteps get closer to me. I just stood there. I knew that he'd chase me every time I would run. I pulled away after I felt him place his hand on my arm.

"What do you want? Don't you think you've done enough?" I cried out at him.

He looked shocked at my sudden accusations. His face then turned to a look of concern and pain as did his eyes.

"Just leave me alone! You already haunt me when I don't see you!" He grew confused at my words. "In my dreams! Every where! You're always in my dreams! Can't you just leave me alone?"

He looked hurt as he said my name for the very first time. "Ginny,"

"WHAT?" I yelled at him.

I really did know that I shouldn't have yelled at him, I mean after all it's not his fault he's in my dream. I turned away from him, from the pain engraved in his face, it hurt that bad.

"I-I'm in y-you-your d-dreams?" He stuttered.

"Yes! Now are you happy? The infamous Malfoy has been in the Little Weaselette's dream!"

"I don't know what to say,"

"Don't say anything!" I yelled back.

Why was I yelling at him, I don't know. I shouldn't have, I mean after all there was compassion in his voice and pain in his eyes. I looked down because I couldn't take the shame that I felt from yelling at him for no reason. I felt his warm hand find its way onto my shoulder and I just looked up at him with tears filling my eyes.

"I didn't know that the dreams would have this type of affect on you,"