Nothing belongs to me.
XCIII: Innocent
She had no idea where she was going. The farther from her boyfriend, the better.
Screw Dean. And screw dinner! She didn't need it. Not at all. And she certainly didn't need him twenty five hours a day, eight days a week.
Ginny snarled, frightening the second year that had been walking past.
What was happening to her? To them? Ginny didn't need to ask though; she knew perfectly well what, and the very thought of it made her feel horrible.
She detoured into the nearest bathroom, rushing toward the sinks so she could splash some water on her face.
During this, Ginny remained completely oblivious to her surroundings. It wasn't until Ginny had finished fixing her hair when she noticed something in the mirror, something she hadn't seen coming in.
Ginny whipped around violently, her fears confirmed as she stared at the row of urinals on the wall.
In her haste, Ginny had failed to realize she had entered the boys' bathroom.
It was an innocent mistake! Ginny reassured herself, still gazing at the strange fixtures in front of her. Anyone could have done it! But this thought didn't make her feel any less of a fool.
Still, Ginny was grateful no one was around to witness this blunder.
As she turned to leave though, Ginny knew at one that she was about to pay dearly for this innocent mistake – the sound of footsteps grew louder as someone approached.
Ginny had just managed to slip into the nearest stall and close its door when someone entered.
"Hello?" called the last voice she wanted to hear here. "Anyone?"
Draco Malfoy's voice sounded strange without its usual sneer.
"You're back!" cried a second voice, this one also familiar.
Ginny let out an involuntary gasp. Moaning Myrtle?
She edged backwards in the stall, stepping up onto the toilet seat. Ginny tried not to breathe, listening hard, for the unlikely pair had just begun to talk.