Nothing belongs to me.
XXVI: Compressed
The Astronomy Tower was off limits when there weren't any classes, but it wasn't like Ginny acknowledged this rule. The view was amazing.
Several nights a week, she risked detention and losing house points for the same scenery she could get from her dormitory window and just about any window, at that.
Ginny supposed that there was something magical (pun unintended) about the tower itself.
Luckily, she had never been caught.
However, tonight as she crept through the seventh floor, Ginny encountered every wrongdoer's nightmare: Mrs. Norris.
It seemed that her luck had just run out.
The cat was gone in a flash, and Ginny knew it wouldn't be long until every wrongdoer's worst nightmare arrived. Already she could hear hurried footsteps echoing down the corridor.
I need somewhere to hide! I need somewhere to h –.
Before her eyes, a door materialized, and Ginny wasted no time scrambling inside.
She remembered this room from the year before. What was it? Oh yes, the Room of Requirement. She was extremely grateful to have found it, in these desperate times.
Ginny just wished it had evolved into something other than a broom cupboard. She was a tad bit claustrophobic, and small, cramped places weren't her fancy.
Something grabbed her. If it hadn't been for the hand clamped over her mouth, she would've screamed.
Thinking quickly, Ginny ran her tongue over her captor's palm. He (The manly palm revealed this, but it could easily have been Millicent Bulstrode, too.) released her, and a violent struggle ensued.
In the darkness, Ginny gasped, "Malfoy!" having caught the sight of too familiar grey eyes just as Argus Filch's voice rang out, right outside:
"They'll be around here, my sweet."
The two teenagers froze.
Between staying compressed in a broom cupboard with her foe and Filch, Ginny'd take Filch.
Draco Malfoy, it seemed, had other plans.