Perhaps in some country you could've called it a summer. Somewhere in South. But not if you lived in England. It happened to be a day, where all you could see, as you looked out of the window of your lovely kitchen, was dark clouds and rain drops floating against the window. Not very praised.
As it was raining that day, Ginny sat in her room, on her bed, which's mattress was a bit stiff, but also a very comfy one. She held a book in both of her hands. Even though she loved reading, the only thing she stared, was the title. The Tales of Beedle the Bard. Her mother used to read these stories to her and her three brothers, who lived home, when they were kids. Ron, at least, loved the story of Babitty Rabitty, which they heard almost every night.
All of a sudden, Ginny threw the book across the room and watched it thumping against the door, and then falling to the ground, making a low thud. Screw the Babitty Rabitty. She had other thoughts to handle. As she began to categorize things in order, wind pushed itself against their fragile house.
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Sunday, September 1st
We just arrived to Hogwarts. The journey in the train went well, obviously. What possibly could've happened? It's not like Draco would've walked in our cabin. Not today. Or ever, just like not in the last five years.
Others are still at the refectory, eating probably the best tasting food on earth. And here I am, sitting in the commonroom of Gryffindor, in front of a warm fireplace. Thinking about him and his platinum-blonde hair. To be more specific, his perfect platinum-blonde hair. There's no possibility I could st-
Ginny heard the door opening and closing behind her. Quickly, before bothering to look over her shoulder her disturber, she shut the cover of her diary. Then she turned and faced Ron. Surprisingly, he was alone and not with the two of his friends.
''Have you seen Harry?'' he asked.
Ginny shook her head. ''Why? Is he disappeared again?''
''Yes. What's that?'' Ron squinted his eyes and stared at the diary in his sister's lap. ''I'd think you've got enough of diaries.''
''I beg your pardon?''
''Never mind. If Harry's not here, I'm going back.''
And he left.
Next day was the first day of her fifth year. How could it start better than with a double class of potions? Well, it was better than it would've been a year ago. Snape was replaced by professor Slughorn, Slytherin as well, but not as dark, evil and cold as Snape.
Ginny sat in the library and pulled her books out of her bag. Neville sat besides her, looking like he had forgotten something.
"What classes did I have today?"
"I don't know about your classes, Neville."
Neville scrolled the books in his bag, then gasped. "My potion book. Of course! Wait there, I'll be back in a minute."
And he rushed out of the library. Ginny shrugged and wrote words on the parchment, answering every question very well. Because all her brothers were older, she could've checked a few answers from there and there, now remembering it all without checking the chapter in the book.
Suddenly something light hit the back of her head. As she turned around, she noticed Malfoy grinning at the very corner of the library. Ginny bent down and picked a bundle of paper. She took her last glare at Malfoy, before turning around and opening the bundle.
''See you at the Astronomy Tower in the middle of next lesson.''
She walked in the corridors of the castle, wondering if Malfoy had only joked about their meeting. She had told professor McGonagall, that she suddenly felt sick. To convince the professor, Ginny had to use some of Fred and George's Wizard Wheezes to make herself look ill. It had worked. Respect to her brothers.
The door of the Astronomy Tower screeched as she pulled it open and every step on the stairs made them creak. Finally, after an eternity, she reached the top. And saw him. There he was, looking down at the lake and the edge of the Tower.
Ginny had to clear her throat, until Malfoy noticed her.
''You came'', he said without an expression. Ginny didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing, but at least he didn't look mad. It would've meant, he probably wouldn't hurt her. Or perhaps it was just a show, soon she would be falling through the air towards the ground.
''Why did you want me here?'' she asked, frowning a bit.
''Because there's something I need to tell you.''
The very first thing that crossed her mind, was that he'd tell her he was in love with her. But after a bit of thinking, it seemed insane. No one in their right mind, at least anyone like him, would fall in love with her.
''I need your help'', he admitted then.
Almost as weird as it would've been with the I love you -thing. It's not every day when Draco Malfoy happens to ask anyone for help.
''For what, may I ask?''
''Promise me you'll not tell anyone about this.''
Ginny could just stare. The thought about Draco Malfoy begging her to help him and not telling about it to anyone, felt unreal. Perhaps she was in a dream? She pinched herself in her arm.
''What are you doing?'' wondered Draco.
''This can't be real.''
''Well, I'm sorry to tell you, but this is. I need your help.''
''Tell me for what you need my help for.''
He sighed and seemed to doubt.
''You see, I possibly cannot help you, if you don't tell me what's going on, dumb head.''
She saw the anger in her eyes, but decided not to care. He could've been mad at her, if would've not bothered her at all. Only then it would've been bad for him.
''What did you call me?''
''You heard me. You bloody ferret.''
That nickname made him chuckle. ''You still remember that one, huh?''
''Yes, I do. And I'm going to call you a ferret for the rest of your life if you don't tell me what's going on.''
''Alright, I will tell'', he said and took a few steps closer, so she backed off a bit doubtfully. ''I'm not going to hurt you, Weasel-Bee.''
''Don't you dare and call me that.''
''Okay, I stopped. Now, there's a lot going on, you see. The Death Eaters are-''
''Wait, are you actually telling me the plans of Death Eaters?''
''Yeah, I guess I am.''
He looked like he'd realize just now, that he's actually risking his and Ginny's lives, plus maybe also his parents' by telling this to her. He frowned, until he shook his head.
''However you see it, I need you. I mean, I need you for the help. Otherwise you're completely worthless.''
His tone was maybe flirty, but his words were the very opposite. It's like Ginny was flirting with Death, or Death was flirting to her. And this Death, who she was talking with, winked an eye to her.
''If you think that about me, go find someone else who might be even a bit interested. Because I am not. I'm not a doll you can use whenever you're in a trouble.''
She turned her back and stomped down the stairs, heading back to the castle.
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