Chapter 3 - Rain

Draco stepped off the Hogwart's train, Crabbe and Goyle following behind him like they were his robots. He walked with his luggage in hand, not smiling, but feeling much better than he had before. He had a powerful ring, friends, a school to show off in, and a school that has girls, too.

God, that train was long. Well, looky here, the four of them walking in front of me. What the hell happened to Potter?

Harry's hair was sticking everywhere, as if an explosion had went off while he was there.

"Potter, what happened, you trying out for the part of einstein in the muggle's school play?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Malfoy?" said Hermione looking back. Harry grabbed the wrist of her arm, giving Hermione a tingling sensation and chill up her spine, he turned her straight again.

"What it means is it looks like a bomb went off in his hair, mudblood." commented Draco.

"You take that back," Ron and Harry said, pointing there wands at Draco.

"You didn't get enough the last time, Ron, when you did the spell on yourself?" Draco laughed, smiling evily.

"Fuck you, Malfoy."

Draco walked over to Ron, leaning his head over.

"You better watch your step, Weasley, you never know how much power I have," he said, "and tell your little silly sister and silly friends that too. Especially your sister, she seems to have your spirit, and your spirit is only going to help to land you up dead." said Draco, walking past Ron and the group, Ron's face still showing a hateful expression.

Ron pointed his wand at Draco as he walked, "Salitius Apriumo!" he yelled, Draco looking back at him, a shield went up before it hit Draco, covering Draco and his friends from harm. It sped right back to Ron.

Ron ducked at the sight of it. Hermione looking in amazement at Draco.

How could he do that, Hermione said, no witch or wizard can do that. It's impossible, completely and totally impossible.

"What the-" Ron started.

"He can't do that!" shouted Hermione. "It's impossible, Harry."

Harry looked over at Hermione.

"Hermione, this is a magical school of witchcraft and wizardry, anything is possible." answered Harry, stubbornly.

"What is wrong with him?" asked Ginny, serious as they watched him walk from the group.

"I don't know." Hermione answered.

"But something is." added Ron.



Harry walked into his room in Hogwarts, putting down his bag and Hedwig on his shelf. He had went through a dreadful morning with the Dursley's, and felt his stomach ache painfully.

It's these recurring dreams doing this to me. God, damn it! he thought.

Harry felt pain spread throughout his fingertips and legs. His back felt stiff, as if he couldn't move. He couldn't resist closing his eyes, and falling asleep, as pain still lingered in his body.



Hermione, Ron, and Ginny walked through the door to the Gryffindor House Common room, they all sat around on the couches, thinking about Harry.

"Do you think he'll be alright?" asked Ginny, looking over at Ron, and then at Hermione.

"You know, maybe I should go," said Ron, getting up from the couch to go to the boys dorms, "see how he's-"

"No." said Hermione sternly, putting a hand in front of Ron. "He just needs some time, he's been going through a lot."

"Hermione, he needs someone, and it sure as hell can't be you." said Ron back, removing her arm from in front of him, and walking to the dormitory.

"What a fool." Hermione said angrily, crossing her arms.

"He's not a fool, Hermione. Harry needs a friend. Look, I don't know what happened fully, but whatever did, you and Harry should cut it out and talk to eachother again." replied Ginny, picking up her trunk and leaving Hermione to sit alone.


Ginny Weasley walked through a room to her bed, the same as last year.

The same old place, the same old me, the same old everything, she thought, I just wish I'd have someone to talk to about anything other than Harry. 'Harry's so cute, you think I should admit my total and complete obsession that I call loveto him?' she mimicked Hermione, And then, Malfoy, always as aggravating, now maybe even more, and all the whole 'silly little sister', don't I have a name here?! I'm not silly, and I am not little, and I hate all of them. All self conceided, or Harry - conceided, or obsessed with Hermione.

She sat on her bed, starting to unpack her clothes. She removed her red sweater with a 'G' sewed onto it.

Er, and then, 'Oh, Ginny, you'd look so cute in this sweater, why don't you try it on'. I am not a kid anymore!!!!! I am a teenager, I don't deserve to be treated like an idiot. I need to get out of here.

Ginny took the sweater with her as she walked to the door, stopping to throw it out in the garbage before leaving. She stepped out of the room. There was a crowd of students in the common room now. They all were yelling and screaming over eachother happy to be back with their friends.

She sped down the stairs and silently slipped out of the room so no one would bother her. Once she got out, she ran down the hallway, and out of Hogwarts to the quidditch field. She needed air.

She ran out, no one even bothering to notice little Ginny Weasley.

When she got outside she only noticed it was pouring hard once she had gotten to the field, and had sat down on the grass. She didn't mind. She liked the rain. It was better to have rain than to be totally alone. There was no one on the field - or outside for that matter.

Then she heard footsteps from behind her. She didn't bother to see who it was. Probably just another dumb person - or no one at all. She was probably just imagining a sound because of the rain.

She heard the noise again, although she didn't flinch, still thinking she was probably just going insane. She felt someone looking at her from behind, his shadow over her robe. This gave her a sudden fright, that made her jump up from the grass and turn around.

She looked at him, her eyes were blurry with tears, he stood there. He was drenched from head to foot from the rain.

"What are you doing out here?" she asked, looking at him, calming herself down.

"What are you doing out here, Weasley?" he asked, not sounding as angry are snotty as usual.

"I was just thinking," she answered, "Why do you want to know?"

He was about to answer when she said, "Nevermind, I don't care. I need to go."

She passed Draco and started to run back inside.

"Wait!" he yelled before she got away.

"What?" she looked at him coldly, like he had killed her.

"Are you crying?"

Ginny silently gasped, looking down at her feet. She looked up with him. She could see clearly now. He had red cheeks, like he had been running.

"Are you?"

"No." he answered.

"No." she answered back, lying. She started walking away, when he gently tapped her shoulder, "Misery likes company."

He looked in her eyes. He hadn't noticed the brown in them were so genuine.

"You want company?"

"Yeah." he answered.

"Great. Go get some." she said, walking away.

Draco's chest exploded with pain. He cried out. Ginny stopped turning towards him, he had landed on the ground. Ginny ran towards him, falling to the ground beside him, afraid something had happened.

"Draco!!" she yelled, realizing she had just called him by his first name.

Observation
This introduced much more about Ginny herself, and her attitude, and introduced the relationship possibility of D/G in the fic. I eased slowly in and then left the chapter with a slight cliffhanger. AT the end, where Ginny yells Draco, was just a part for me. I decided, if I was going to make them in a relationship, Ginny would call him by his first name, unique from what everbody else called him. Plus, I like the ring to his name, anyways. The only foreshadowing was when he fell, basically. You knwo that something was then deadly and painfully wrong wtih him. And you prob ably focused directly on the dreams because of that.