What Do You See?

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What Do You See?

Chapter 1 : I Walked Right Through You :

I paced.

It is 5 to midnight and I am not supposed to be out. Hermione tried and warned me, but I just never listen. Prefect girl won't stop me - she can only warn me. Who is she anyway? Well, besides being my insane brother's girl and my house's Prefect?

Jeez, I am sweating like a pig. The walk to the tower was rather long - but it has never been this long. Exhausting, but the reward was even greater. The Astronomy Tower was my tower. Mine.

After the happening between me and To-Tom in my first year, god, his name still makes me screech, I have started going here. That is, when my body and mind permitted it. That is, also, if the professors did not smite us with essays that usually left our brains dead. I would go up to my tower with only my company to keep (though I have invited Hermione a couple of times, but she refused and said she'd have to report me if I disregarded her caution). There, I think, decide, laugh and cry by myself, and tonight, I feel like doing everything.

The usual cold breeze welcomed me. And somehow, it made me cry. I tried to think of a reason why, but thinking only hurt more. I decided I should laugh to roof my emotions, but a cluster of cries only impaired my shining roof. I did look crazy. I would laugh and cry alternately. I find this normal, really. Normal to me, normal for me, Ginny. The last and hardest part to be done is deciding. I have been making painful decisions without even knowing it. I would just wake up one day and hear everyone screaming at me, mocking me for screwing things up.

Well, it's not really mocking. It's a sort of a fake anger, you know. I had been caught sneaking out of the tower thrice this month, and caused a deduction of 25 points from Gryffindor. 25 all in all, but wait until you hear what I had done last month. But no, it isn't a thing to be proud about. I am not the great Malfoy who would give anything for a 25-point deduction from his own house just to piss his rotten father, and Snape. And besides, I have got grade-conscious housemates who will kill for additional 25 points the same way they'll kill a Gryffindor who'd lose them points. A Gryffindor like, me?

But now I have to reconsider. There are no taking points now, no slapping of some lifeless bastard's face, no, it's taking of hearts.

I cannot really say I did not want this, who would not want a Potter-on-his-knees-asking-you-out? Really, I... I just wasn't expecting it. I mean, I've realized I've given up on him from the moment I stepped foot on this tower. I promised to forget him, which I did, with ease. But this morning, he changed that. He came to me during Divination. Even without Madame Trelawney's permission, he rushed in and dropped to his knees in front of me. The class howled, but Collin wasn't sure he was seeing right. I think he fainted, I don't know. But all I remember is Harry's face - deep and dead serious - and boy, did I hate it. He held my hand as he stooped, I turned deeper than red. Trelawney wasn't having a bad hair day so she took like, 5 points only, from both of us. 10 points from Gryffindor.

So there. He did that. And all I can do was nod as a sign of belief, and I guaranteed him I would give his proposition a worthy thought. I asked for a night to think things over and promised an answer the following day. Shit. Why are there only 24 hours a day? I need so much more.

Took no lunch, no dinner. I stayed in my bed thinking, pondering. I never thought it'd be hard without anything in my stomach. Now I can't think straight. But I can't possibly go down to the kitchens, can I?

Wait, I mentioned Malfoy. I kind of hit him back in the corridors. I was on my way to the Great Hall to sit with my friends. Just sit, not eat. I assume the Ginny and Harry incident in Madame Trelawney's class had been spread all over London. Malfoy actually landed on his knees in front of me when I passed. Of course, he was doing it for laughs.

"Let's go out; just you, me and my scar. If you won't, you're the millionth girl who'll turn me down."

Then and there I slapped him in the face. First, for insulting Harry (his scar, I mean.) and second, for shaming me. I could say he got really angry, because from his looks, he wanted to slap me back. He should thank his sick, self-claimed girlfriend Parkinson for pulling him back among the Slytherins who were just standing by. I could have slapped his other side if it weren't for her disordered mind. Who wouldn't enjoy the opportunity of slapping a Malfoy? Parkinson suggested I get myself lost in the castle, but I said I wasn't as dumb to do that. The girl actually grabbed my hair, but then Malfoy stopped her. I strode to the Great Hall. Harry wasn't there.

Now I lay motionless, neither a moving limb nor a sounding heartbeat. I must have frozen. And I wish I had. The blue covering above me is all my eyes could cover, and I love it. But this scene could've looked sweeter if Harry was here. I need him. Not only here, not only when I'm alone. I need him to wash the word "alone". And I need it washed now.

I stood up. My mind was made up, and the only thing left to do is tell him the first, and last, word he needed from me. "Yes."

My tower overlooked the Forbidden Forest, unfortunately. It's the only weakness of my tower - it threw the sight of the turbulent forest. It made my tower seem a little gloomy.

I leaned on the terraces overlooking the forest. I wheeled around, loathing the sight of the damned forest, but apparently my head hit on something firm. But there was nothing or no one else around, I checked. But then I was wrong. Suddenly a figure started forming right in my very eyes. It shaped from head to boot. Something was wrapped around it, and the wrapping was slowly being peeled from the inside. It was like a covering being taken off after use. And to my surprise, it really was. It was, indeed, a cloak.

An invisibility cloak.

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