Just a short Chapter to sort of lead up to the next one, which is not going to be as boring. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far, please R and R! They make a massive difference, as they let a writer know their work is enjoyed. (Or not, as the case maybe, but hopefully not with this story)
As night fell over the castle, Ginny sat at the window of the dormitory with her knees drawn up to her chest, gazing out across the dark grounds. The night was cloudy, and the stars had disappeared. The moon was a thin, sickly shape, hanging listlessly in the overcast sky. But she saw nothing.
The images in front of her blurred as large, pearl like tears materialised and trickled down her cheeks. The first of many, yet she did not brush them away. She just sat there, her world turning to ash.
At the opposite end of the building, Malfoy was sat in front of a tired looking Blaise. Great shadows hung under his eyes, making him look haggard. He slumped with his head on his hands staring at the fire.
"What is wrong with you?" Malfoy was petulant; this was not what he had planned.
"I don't know."
"What? Are you in pain? Does your head hurt?"
"No,"
"You can talk to me you know," Malfoy felt tiny stirrings of guilt, which he angrily brushed away. He stood up, losing patience with this boring Blaise. "I'm going for a walk,"
"Right. Bye."
His blatant lack of interest pissed Malfoy off even more, and so moodily he walked out of the room without a backwards glance.
Blaise was still, searching the fire as of it contained the answers he felt he needed. Even though he was not quite sure of the questions.
All he knew, was something, somewhere was wrong.