Story of He and I

The Story of He and I Chapter III

That day, I was in the best mood I had ever been in a long time. I greeted my brother and Hermione in a cheerful manner, though Harry was still in the infirmary, when I reached the Great Hall that morning. They, in turn, returned me with confused looks on their faces. 'Heh. Let them wonder, there's nothing that can spoil my mood,' I had thought.

'Are you sure about that?' Draco asked inside my head.

I wasn't used to his speaking to me yet, and jumped. But then I smiled and remembered how it felt to have him with me all the time. 'Of course,' I said confidently.

He snorted.

I piled food onto my plate and began eating as if I hadn't eaten in days. I had been so depressed lately, but my encounters with Draco seemed to brighten my mood. There was nothing like someone sharing your pain. And then I remember that I had no clue on how to cheer the one that made me happy up. And too, when it came down to it, I didn't know him very much. I knew, to a certain extent, what happened to him, but it wasn't enough. I had to know his personality to be able to know him.

Reenergized, I gained spirits and was ready to start the day. It was a normal day, besides the fact that I was overly cheerful. I'd say it was a rather wonderful day. You know, I think that when you're happy, it makes others react totally different to you. Your happy mood makes others happy as well. In other words, you cheer them up because you're happy. ^_^

The days went on as usual, me being overly happy. I was getting used to a lot of attention from Draco, Merlin knows why. But I was enjoying it nonetheless. Sure he criticized my misfortune and flaming red hair, but he did, in his own way, compliment me. "I don't hate it," he would say, rather think to me. Over the years of knowing him, but that's another story, his, "I don't hate it" comments usually mean that "I like it."

Anyways, Harry finally got out of the infirmary, receiving a lot of attention from Ron, Hermione, and other nameless faces, but none from me. I was way too preoccupied with my own "thoughts." He often gave me confused glances and tried to talk to me, but was never successful. It wasn't that I was avoiding him; it was just that I had no interest in him. I mean really, he decided to notice me when I had no interest in him, what bad timing. (But that doesn't have anything to do with me now.)

Concerning Harry...

About a week after Harry had gotten better, he confronted me in the common room while all the other Gryffindor's were mysteriously away. My long time crush, now ex-crush, had been sitting on the large red sofas with his elbows on his knees, a little hunched over. When he spotted me come in through the fat lady's portrait, he looked nervous. I frowned.

"Hey, Gin," he began, somewhat hesitantly.

"Yes, Harry?" I asked as if I would have when I was in the 5^th year when I was still drowning in Harry Potter fantasies.

"Um...I was wondering...I mean, is anything the matter?" he finally blurted out.

"Whatever do you mean?" I had asked innocently. Many questions were going through my head. Why was he of all people asking me if I was ok? Didn't it seem a little strange? Or did he notice that I didn't pay much attention to him? But why had he noticed? Was he, the boy of my former dreams, paying attention to me? Did he like me? If he were to ask me out, what would I say? I mean, we were talking about the boy that I thought I was in love with. Would I chance it?

"Well...you seem rather distant lately," he said looking down at his shoe.

"Distant? I've been the same as normal..." I said while thinking, 'other than the fact that I've been carrying Draco with me in my thoughts.'

He looked really uncomfortable. 'Let the git be uptight. It's not going to kill him. Besides, it's about time he began to know that everything doesn't come on a silver platter.' I smirked at my new companion's comment.

"Huh?"

Could he be anymore dense?

"Ummm Ginny..."

"If you don't mind, Harry, would you please hurry and say what you have to say? I'm in a hurry," I said shifting my book bag as if it were heavy.

"Uh..sure. It's about the Hogsmade fieldtrip coming up. I was wondering if you'd like to come with us," he asked, 'us' meaning the dream team. He looked at me hopefully.

Draco was quiet all the while. He started to look more uncomfortable. It wasn't like he was asking me on a date. The OTHERS would be there too. I was getting a little annoyed, but I secretly wanted to say yes. If I did, I would hear the person that I secretly desired's real thoughts about me. That made my decision.

"I wasn't planning on going to Hosgsmade this weekend...(he looked a little disappointed)...but since you asked me, Harry, I'd like to go," I said, choosing my words wisely. Much to my disappointment, I got no reply from Draco, but I did get one from Harry.

His whole face brightened in a second. The familiar green eyes sparked with glee. "That's great, Gin. I'll see you later!" He hugged me so hard I thought my breath was going to fly away and then ran out of the common room.

'What's with him?' Draco's voice asked annoyed.

'He's just happy,' I thought.

'Stupid prat. Happy over a date with just you.'

I had fumed. 'You know what, Draco? I am not just a person. I am Virginia Weasley. You think about what you just said, and think about who I really am,' I thought furiously. I had never been so insulted by him ever. In face I was so mad that on the day of Hogsmade trip, I completely blocked him out and forced myself to have fun with the three.

The day turned out to be a, how should I put this, filled day. We shopped around and did the normal teenage witch stuff. Harry paid no particular attention to me, which aggravated me because he was the one who asked me to join them. They acted like the typical Dream Team, whispering about events coming up that they didn't want me to know about, dark events involving Lord Voldemort. Somehow, the three always got the information on top-secret Voldemort advancements and always seemed to become heroes in the end. I had despised them because they were allowed have the information. If anyone was allowed then they could have saved the wizarding world just as the Dream Team did. But no one ever got to have the information, only the Dream Team. It had sickened me to a point where I could not stand it. How I had loathed them.

When the three finally stopped talking among themselves, I cleared my throat and spoke up. "If you three don't mind, I doubt you'll even miss me, I will be leaving now. You have really no use for me, as you talk among yourselves. But I have a question. Why did you invite me if you were only going to ignore me?" I had asked in a level tone. I wasn't about to show my anger; it'd really be not classy.

Hermione was the first to answer, she with the quick mind, "You see, Ginny, we thought that you wanted to do something with people, rather than gallivanting off alone."

"Yeah, Gin. We were concerned," Ron said, "right, Harry?"

"Uh..yeah. Gin, you're one of my best friends..." His words blew away with the wind. Something else had gotten my attention.

My right arm was in pain. Visions surrounded my thoughts, pictures of dark figures engulfing me, torching me. I suffered. I didn't want this. Falling to my knees, I cried out in pain. I could hear distant voices asking me what was wrong, but I could not answer. Reaching out with my unhurt arm, I smacked away the burning metal coming towards me. 'Help me,' a distant voice cried. By that time, my whole body wrenched with pain.

"Get away from me!" I cried trying to run away with all my might.

"Sit down, boy," a familiar voice commanded.

'Please help me,' I thought. 'Anyone, please...' I pleaded, reaching out with my thoughts, my being, and my soul for someone to hear my call. And then, I felt the power surge through my veins and I pushed the dark figures away. The breeze heard my calls and carried me to safety.

I was told that my body collapsed and I lay motionless on the ground after shivering violently. Ron carried me back to Hogwarts and to the infirmary. For almost a day, I had laid unconscious for no apparent reason. One minute I was physically normal, the next was trembling uncontrollably, that's what I was told anyways. Of course, they didn't know what I was really seeing, the horror.

However, when I regained consciousness, I didn't tell anyone a thing. For some odd reason, all I wanted to do was see him, Draco. At that time, I didn't understand fully what I visions I saw. One thing I was sure of was that the only person that could help me was Draco, and I knew that he was troubled. I could feel it in my bones, to the very tip of my red hair.

As if it he knew, he showed up outside the Gryffindor tower, though he knew the consequences involved. He said not a thing to anyone, but waited for me. I could feel him calling me, showing me he was there, waiting. I rose from my resting position, dispute the protests of my brother who complained that I was still ill, and I went to meet him.

We walked through Hogwarts and to our secret place, the room with the piano. When I touched his hand, I remembered the burning metal trying to touch my skin. I knew then, when I looked into his eyes and saw the truth. While I had been gallivanting off with the Dream Team, he was taken to his father and tortured and... I pushed the sleeve up from his cloak and it revealed nothing. He had not been given the Dark Mark yet. I understood. I had saved him, my soul traveled to his, and gave him the strength to survive and escape. I showed him the way and carried him with my soul to safety.