Disclaimer: None of the character belongs to me they all belong to J.K. Rowling.
a/n: This is my first fan fiction ever, so it is really great to be doing it with a friend. I have the fun pleasure of writing Ginny and Draco, while she gets to write Hermione and Snape. So enjoy and review, I think that's what you're supposed to say anyway.
Chapter Two
It's Going to be a Long Year
It's been a week since classes started back and already Ginny Weasley was overloaded with homework. She shook her hair from her face and looked up the stairs. It was going to be a long walk to the Gryffindor common room.
"Let me help you," a voice said from behind her.
Ginny turned her head to see who it was, "Harry, its fine. I'm sure I can manage," she lied. She was willing to do anything to get away from him, even if it meant carrying a ton of books up at least fifty flights of moving stairs.
Harry ran his hand through his messy black hair, sensing her reluctance. He wished they could go back to the way things were before Dumbledore died. He missed looking in her cat shaped eyes, getting lost in the chocolate brown depths. And he loved running his hands through her red hair. He smiled just remembering how soft and smooth it was. Harry sighed to himself; he really had to stop torturing himself with these thoughts.
"Really, Gin, I don't see what the big deal is. I'm only offering to help carry your books."
He reached over and grabbed the books from her hands. Ginny couldn't help but notice he smelled like pine trees and fresh air. He must have just come from riding his Firebolt she thought to herself. She used to love riding with him, but now the only time they would be on a broom near each other was during Quidditch practice. He had grown taller since the last time she seen him and she did miss the hint of muscle under his robes. Not to mention how delicious he looked in his school robes. But Harry Potter broke up with her and she would have to except that fact.
"Geez, Ginny, how many classes are you taking?" Harry asked snapping her back to reality. "I think you have more books then Hermione did in her third year."
"Those books, Harry, are my homework and I have the normal number of classes," Ginny replied.
"Depends on whose normal," Harry quipped, "Mine or Hermione's?"
"Hermione's what?" Hermione asked coming up behind them.
"Harry was implying that I'm taking to many classes," Ginny said with a smirk.
"Ah," Hermione said with a great understanding, while trying to move her bushy chestnut hair from her face, "He wouldn't happen to have brought up my third year, did he?" She asked while pinching Harry.
"Bloody hell. This is the last time I offer to help any of you girls," Harry said with a wince.
When they got to the entrance to Gryffindor, Hermione had to practically yell the password over the fat lady's singing. Who, once again was trying to demonstrate her ability to break glass with her voice.
"Ugh, she is getting so annoying. I'm really going to have to say something to Professor McGonagall about her," Hermione said with a huff grabbing some of Ginny's books from Harry. "You want me to put these on your desk, Ginny?"
"That would be great," Ginny said watching as Hermione rushed off to the girls' dorm. She was slightly jealous that the only reason Hermione would go into the girl's dorm was to drop her books off. Hermione had the privilege of being Head Girl, which comes with a private bedroom and bathroom. Some people had all the luck. Don't get her wrong, being a prefect came with its perks to, but what she wouldn't do for her own room this year.
Shaking her head and taking the remaining books from Harry Ginny said, "Thanks. I think I can get it from here."
"Look, Ginny, we really need to talk," Harry said running a hand through his hair and exposing his scar. Ginny noticed that he seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Ginny slowly raised her eyes to meet his. She sighed inwardly; he really did have the most gorgeous emerald green eyes ever. But there was no love in those eyes for her and she most assuredly wasn't going to be taken on a ride.
"Harry, you broke up with me. You either want to be with me or you don't. But you have no right to play with my heart," she whispered. It is going to be a long year she thought as she walked away.
Harry watched Ginny leave to go to her room. She had developed over the summer. She was no longer the skinny little girl he used to know. Ginny Weasley was a woman and her body definitely rid all thoughts of her being a little girl. Harry watched her lush bottom as she walked away. Yes, he knew he was staring, but hey, how often do you see perfection.
"Hey, Harry," someone called.
Harry turned to see who it was. "Hey, Ron. I didn't see you there."
"That's cause you were to busy ogling my sister," Ron said with a smirk.
Harry was about to defend himself when he noticed the huge tear in Ron's robe. "What happened to you?"
"It's a long story," Ron replied. "I was hoping Ginny would sew my robe up."
"Sometimes I think you forget you're a wizard Ron, I really do," Harry said shaking his head. He pointing his wand at Ron's robe and uttered the spell to fix it. "There, good as new."
"Thanks mate. Forgot I could do that," Ron said sheepishly.
"So what's up with Hermione? She seemed a little distant," Harry asked. Harry had never seen Ron's face get that red. It was almost the same color as his hair. Harry cursed himself for being so stupid. How could he forget those two had broken up? Ginny Weasley was definitely bad for his state of mind.
"I don't know what is wrong with her nor do I know what she wants." Ron walked away
angrily, leaving a very confused Harry in his wake.
Draco sat by himself in the Slytherin common room. He watched his fellow housemates and he noticed how happy they seemed. Yes, he knew it would be awkward coming back to Hogwarts after last year, but where else could he go? His father was locked up in Azkaban and his mother was dead. His silver eyes watered at the thought of his mother, but he quickly brushed the tears away. A Malfoy never cries… at least not in public.
"Man, Malfoy, you look exhausted," his friend said jerking him from his thoughts.
"That's because I am exhausted, Zabini," He said with a smirk trying to cover up his moment of weakness.
"So, who's the unlucky lady this time?" Zabini joked.
"No one you know," Draco gritted.
"So testy when you're cranky. Now tell me… who is she? Was she a good shag?" Zabini asked with a wicked grin.
"Some Hufflepuff girl. I'm sure you won't have a problem finding her. She will be the one in a state of shock, moaning my name," Draco teased.
Draco had drowned himself in a number of girls hoping one would help him forget… even if it was just for a little while. He dreaded going to sleep for he wasn't even safe in his dreams. His nightmares were getting worse every night. He knew some of the others heard his cries at night and it shamed him. Even though he knew no one, not even the cheeky bastard Zabini, would bring it up.
Draco slowly stood up and made his way up to his room, being Head Boy sure had its perks. Judging by how cozy Zabini and a fifth year girl were getting he figured his friend would be gone all night. He sat on the edge of his bed and sighed, he used to love his green and black sheets. Now all it did was remind him of things he wished to forget. He pulled off his socks and boots and lay slowly back in the bed. He tucked his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. He felt sleep slowly close his eyelids and prayed for no nightmares tonight.
Voices all around him, telling him to run… the ministry was here. Where are my parents? He thought.
"Draco there you are," his mother gasped. "You must run. If your father catches you he will kill you."
"I can't leave you mother," Draco whispered knowing it was futile.
"You must! The Dark Lord is dead… killed by Harry Potter," his mother whispered pulling him toward a closet that wasn't there before. "Go inside I will enchant it look like the wall so no one will see it. Do not come out till you hear everyone leave." His mother threw him in the closet with a strength not even he knew she had.
"Be safe mother," was all he could say before she shut the door. He heard her say a concealing spell. How did everything go wrong? He wondered to himself.
"Where is he?" he heard his father asked.
"He ran. I couldn't keep up. I tried to stop him but he got away," his mother stammered.
Draco heard a slap and his mother's cry of pain. His father would beat her until she told the truth. He heard a woman's laughter, Bella, his crazed aunt.
"Crucio," his father shouted. He heard his mother's screams. He grabbed the door handle shaking it trying to let himself out. His mother had charmed it so he could only be let out when no harm could come to him. He buried his head in his hands and sobbed. His father continued to torture his mother… her screams getting weaker by the minute.
"Avada Kedavra," his father shouted. Draco grabbed the handle of the door again… he had to get out.
"Go and find the boy," his father ordered. He listened as the footsteps disappeared. The door flew open and he ran over to his mother's body. Her once blonde hair dull and her eyes sucked of all life.
"No," he cried over her body.
"NOOOOOOOO," Draco woke shouting. He looked at the clock; 4:30 am it read. Cursing himself for forgetting to put a silencing spell on his door he sat up. He hated his nightmares. Every night the scene replayed in his mind and every night he woke screaming. He hoped his father rotted in Azkaban. He pulled on his socks and shoes while shaking his head as if to clear it. He needed to get out for a few moments. It was late enough that he could take a walk without getting caught. He sighed as he left the common room. He knew it was going to be a long year.
A/N: Ok, guys, that's it for my first chapter so please review k. let me know if you love it or hate it and all that fun stuff.
Hermisia's A/N: Thanks to Jess Mess for reviewing. I'm glad you like it so far. Also, thanks to Justice's Quill, Jess Mess, and 0000DragonLover0000 for putting our story on their alert lists. It is greatly appreciated.