(One year previously)

Boredom. It was...Well, boring. Was there any other way of describing it? The Golden Trio had left, off on some great unknown adventure, and Ginny Weasley was bored.

Before they left, it was true that Ginny started to hang around with them a lot. But she never really noticed it until after they'd gone. Until after they'd gone and she'd realised that none of her year mates wanted to talk to her.

Boredom and loneliness. Such a good combination.

Sighing loudly, a deliberate move designed to claim the attention of anyone nearby, Ginny rolled over onto her stomach, glancing around the Gryffindor Common room – in which she currently resided on the sofa.

Narrowing her eyes, the sixteen year old girl slowly scanned everyone. The room was packed, that was for certain, but still managed to contain absolutely no one interesting. It did pain her to think, for a moment, that she had lived at the school for six years, and not managed to make one single true friend.

Deciding to abandon her thoughts in favour of finding something interesting to do, Ginny sat back up, and crossed her legs, staring into the fire opposite, as though a stare with just the right amount of force would give her inspiration.

And it did. The fire setting Ginny's mind back to when her dad had conversations over floo, her thoughts ultimately trickled back to Harry. Of course it did. That's where her thoughts often went nowadays. But Harry led her mind to flying. Flying. It'd been ages since Ginny had flown purely for enjoyment. True, it was technically after lights out, but..Ginny wasn't the sister of Fred and George Weasley for no reason.

Her mind made up, the first flicker of a smile began to shine on her face. Standing quickly up, Ginny hurried up the stairs to her dormitory; in such a good mood she even paused slightly to flash a grin at Seamus, who happened to be entering the Common room at the time.

Ignoring his bemused stare at her rare show of happiness, Ginny continued to positively bounce to her dormitory, and yank her trunk out from under her bed. Once it was opened, Ginny sunk to her knees, and leant back on her heels, smiling broadly.

It was rather odd how easily the thought of flying could put her in a good mood.

Quickly changing into some more comfortable clothes, Ginny grabbed her broom and ran back down the stairs, making such a noise that half the common room turned to openly stare at the youngest, quietest Weasley. Ignoring the looks, and simply waving at a couple of people who opened their mouths to speak – such as Neville and Seamus – the girl scurried out of the common room.

"It's after lights out!" The Fat Lady called after Ginny, yelling in frustration of pupils being out when they shouldn't be. Ginny ignored this too, but slowed down slightly, remembering the point of wanting to stay hidden from prying teachers.

Her journey through the higher levels of the corridor went without hassle, and Ginny soon reached the Portrait of the Grumbling Gagoon on the fifth floor, remembering her brother's words from her second year. If they were telling the truth, the portrait should lead directly to the Quidditch pitch. Though, Ginny had never used it before..

Casting a quick look around her, Ginny turned back to the portrait, quickly mumbling "Fliegende Schlange" just as her brothers had told her too, and grinning once more as the painting slowly slid to the side for her.
"Why thank you." She winked playfully, at the silent, scowling man on the portrait, and sauntered into the gaping hole that had been revealed.

About five minutes later, Ginny, broom clasped in one hand, made it to the end of the tunnel. Quite the opposite of getting further bored, or tired of the long wait to fly, the girl had simply become further excited – it really had been too long since she'd had the opportunity. Things just kept..getting in the way.

So wrapped up in her excitement, Ginny's surroundings momentarily slipped from her focus. Instead, she bent down, to brush off invisible pieces of dust that might have gathered during the long, murky walk.

A sound suddenly broke through her barrier of self-thought, and the girl looked up, startled. Had she imagined it, or had someone just..coughed? True, many students were still awake, as it was hardly late at night, but it was certainly past lights out..there wouldn't be another student there..would there?

Which could only mean it was a teacher..

Holding her breath, Ginny slowly crept forwards, determined to find the source of the noise – or to see if she had only imagined it. For the first time, her surroundings made their way dimly into her sub-consciousness, and she noted being inside. The changing rooms, it looked like.

Skirting around the large, elegant fountain which resided in the middle of the room – Ginny only vaguely noting that she'd never noticed it before – she gasped as another noise echoed out. A distinct splash that made her sure she hadn't imagined it.

And she wasn't the only one who noticed noises. Her gasp had attracted attention, and a voice called out, low and smooth,
"Hello?"

Breathing a slight sigh of relief as she realized it couldn't be a teacher, Ginny started to move towards the smaller part of the changing rooms, where the showers lay. However she barely made it two steps before the person in question stepped out before her.

Wet. Naked. And male.

Dun Dun Duuun. O: I think this chapter perhaps went slightly better..though it's shorter than I would like. D: I'll try and make the next one longeer!
That being said..if I could have just one review..Just one teeny tiny review, I'll be waaay more inspired to keep going. You know you waaaant to. xD

And thank you to for putting my story on your Story Alerts! Draco loves you for it! 3