Looking down at the hand wrapped around her upper arm, Ginny couldn't help but wonder how exactly had gotten there. Everyone was crowding around in front of her, presumably looking at something that she couldn't see. Shaking the curiosity from her mind, Ginny decided to inspect the owner of the bothersome hand. The hand was very pale and obviously male. Glancing over her shoulder, it became apparent that the owners hand was none other than Draco Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ginny said, pulling her arm away from him.
"We have to go."
"What?"
"I need to get you out of this hallway, Weasley."
"What the bloody hell are you on about?"
"Come with me, I'll explain later." That said Draco reclaimed her upper on and hauled her down the corridor towards the dungeons.
"What the fuck? Malfoy let go of me!" Ginny was pulling but despite all her muscle and strength Malfoy was still stronger. Stranger still was the fact that no student, nor professor, deemed to notice her plight. Draco Malfoy was manhandling her in the middle of the school hallway and nobody seemed to give a damn. Ginny continued to struggle uselessly, until she saw her brother.
"RON! Ron, help me out here!" she yelled, motioning with her free arm at Malfoy. At this point he had decided to stop and was waiting patiently for Ginny to desist in her actions. Ron was racing down the hall towards them, a panicked look upon his face, with Harry and Hermione, wearing similar expressions.
"Ginny!" he yelled frantic, coming closer to them by the second.
"You're in for it now, you bloody bastard." Ginny uttered triumphantly. Normally she and Draco would just verbally spar with one another. Never had he taken it to a physical level of abuse, though Ginny had been known for hitting or kicking him. She felt somewhat bad for enlisting the aid of her brother against the blond Slytherin but something was off with him, and it was scaring her. She kept her self-satisfied smirk until Ron ran right past her, not even acknowledging her presence.
"What the fuck?"
"He can't see you, Weasley. That point proven, can we go now? It isn't safe for you here." He didn't wait for an answer just continued his trek towards the dungeon, tugging along a very dazed Ginevra Weasley. Something was seriously wrong and she was having trouble sorting out what exactly it was. Ron hadn't even looked her way, no flicker in his eyes to even alert that he saw or heard her. She tried to recount the events that had happened since dinner. She had gotten hit by mash potatoes, chased Pansy down the corridor, and then....
"Draco?"
"What is it, Weasley?"
"Did I get hit by a fucking chandelier?"
"Yes. We're almost there, I'll explain everything soon." Draco continued to drag her along, and after that small snippet of information she really didn't have the energy to argue. It is not everyday that you are hit by a chandelier, apparently become invisible, and are rushing to the room of a boy you hate. All in all Ginevra Weasley could conclude that this day had become royally fucked up.
Consumed with her thoughts Ginny didn't realize that they had entered Draco's chambers until said bedroom owner started snapping his fingers in front of her.
"Weasley? Come on snap out of it, Red." Ginny reached up and curled her fingers around his wrist.
"Malfoy, if you do not cut that the fuck out, I'm going to kill you." Surprisingly Draco let out a sigh of relief.
"Bloody hell, don't zone out like that. I was afraid you were going catatonic." His face twisted in what looked to be ire, and then continued to speak. "Listen, Red, we're in deep shit right now. Something isn't right, you weren't supposed to get hit by that chandelier."
"Thank you, Cap'n Obvious. No shit we're in deep shit! I'm invisible and apparently non-corporeal for some reason, because I should of been killed or at least maimed or something by that chandelier." Ginny was seriously disturbed by the prior events to the discussion, and she really wanted explanations, but it wasn't in her nature to have serious conversations with Draco Malfoy.
"Bloody Hell woman, just listen for five"
"Don't you swear at me and act like I'm going to listen just because you are a rich spoiled br"
"YOU ARE FUCKING DISEMBODIED, GINNY!" Draco roared, his voice echoed off the richly furnished chamber. The outburst was followed by a deafening silence, one so thick it could be cut with a knife. Draco's face was red and he was slowly calming the anger and frustration Ginny had invoked. Ginevra Weasley, on the other hand, had become pale as a ghost, eyes wide and blinking from shock and mouth gaping in disbelief. It was several minutes before anyone spoke.
"Draco, am I dead?"
A/N: Hey, sorry for the cliff hanger but I felt it was an appropriate end for the chapter. After this one the chapters will probably become longer and explanations will be given. Don't worry I'm still writing Isn't it Beautiful it's just I needed a break and the idea for this fic popped into my head and wouldn't go away. Hopefully you'll like, please Read and review, because I love to know what the readers think about my writing.
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