The stone was hard beneath her feet and had she been in her body, it would be freezing. The corridors weren't very busy. It was a Saturday and many had gone to Hogsmeade and Ginny was able to roam the halls without interruption. Draco had been called to meet with Dumbledore so he wasn't around to monitor her actions. She had been true to her word for the past two months never going about without Draco by her side. She had tasted freedom that day on the Pitch and now the craving to be out and about was too much.
After Draco had left this morning, Ginny wandered out of their chambers ready to stretch her legs. Her first stop was the Slytherin Common room, for all she was forced to go through, Ginny was determined to gather some knowledge in return. She had found that she could walk through walls, but the sensation it produced was far from comfortable. As such she decided to wait until a Slytherin entered or exited so she could slip inside. Her opportunity came in the form of Blaise Zabini, a handsome dark haired seventh year and the hideous cow, Pansy Parkinson.
"So are you and Draco still getting hitched?" Blaise asked.
"Of course! Though his stupid cow of a mother keeps trying to break the engagement."
"How darest though insult my lady love." Blaise gasped, in mock disbelief.
"Really, Blaise, I don't see how you can find that corpse of a woman attractive."
"You're one to talk, her son is just as pale as she is. Plus Narcissa Malfoy looks like a goddess, especially good for her age."
"What ever you say, but she is still a thorn in my side."
"Why does she dislike you so much?"
"She says I'm not good enough for Draco. She wants the perfect pure blooded girl but fails to recognize me as being that." Pansy said, looking disgusted by the fact anyone thought there was a more perfect woman than she. "Really, there are not many pureblooded girls left with no trace of muggle in their genes."
"The Weasley girl's blood is purer than yours." Blaise suggested as he mumbled the password to a portrait or an executioner. Ginny's ears perked up at her name. She was curious to see what Parkinson would respond, and followed the two into the Slytherin common room. She had expected the common room to be cold, dark, and dirty but it was none of those things. The Slytherin Common room was an exact replica of the Gryffindor one except it was bedecked in green in silver.
"That piece of trash is a blood traitor and not even Narcissa Malfoy would want that, that thing for her son!" Pansy screeched. Despite the insult Ginny couldn't help but find amusement in Pansy's unladylike outburst. "And besides the stupid bint is practically dead."
"She's in a coma. Dumbledore said she should be waking up soon."
"Even if she wakes up, the person trying to kill her is going to succeed eventually."
"Pansy, I would hate to think that you are part of this. Sure the bint is a Weasley but that doesn't mean she should be dead."
"It doesn't matter. Dead or alive she is still worthless trash, but I for one like to live in a clean world." Pansy remarked before storming off. Blaise stood watching her leave and then turned straight towards Ginny.
The Slytherin boy stepped right through her, and Ginny felt an intense cold creep through her. It was like she was an ice cube and when her body made contact with Blaise's, she shattered and reformed. Shaking off the feeling of uneasiness, Ginny followed Blaise out the door. He was walking at brisk pace and she had to run to keep up with him.
Damn long legged Slytherins. Ginny had noticed that Slytherin seventh year boys were either huge immovable masses or tall quick buggers, both of which were incredibly annoying. They either blocked your path or held books out of your reach. While in the physical state Ginny found that she was mostly subjected to the latter, for being tall herself she could usually reach whatever they held above her. She continued to trail Blaise until they reached the hospital wing. What the fuck does he need to see Promfrey for?
Blaise had stopped at the edge at the door of the wing. He leaned against the wall and stayed silent. Ginny walked past the Slytherin in order to see what he was watching. She gasped at the sight before her.
There she was, her body, lying in the hospital bed. Cuts and bruises were scattered across her pale body. Her eyes were close, and a cut ran from the top of her forehead and trailed down to her right cheek. She looked dead except for the small rise and fall of her chest. Ron sat in a chair next to her, holding her hand lightly in his own. He had dark circles under his eyes, as though he hadn't slept. It looked as though he had been crying and Ginny felt a pang of remorse within her. It was her fault for his condition. He was suffering while she pranced about in her spirit form, completely fine. Why the fuck is Zabini here? Is he so low to taunt a suffering boy?
"Zabini," Ron said. Ginny was surprised. Ron hadn't taken his eyes off of her prone form but was aware of Blaise's presence. "Did you find anything?"
"Maybe."
"What do you mean maybe?" Ron seemed irritated.
"Parkinson illuded to being involved. She didn't admit to anything, but when I mentioned her possibly being involved she didn't deny it. I'll try to get some more out of her." Blaise said. Ginny could not believe what was happening. Her brother was working with a Slythrin. This was unheard of, she was curious beyond belief.
"What about Malfoy? Any dirt on him?"
"As far as I can tell he's clean when it comes to the chandelier issue, but there is something up with him." Blaise looked thoughtful for a moment and then continued. "He has been spending a lot of time in his room, which isn't uncommon, but also with Dumbledore. They've been meeting every Wednesday and Friday. I don't know what about, he gets vicious if you mention that or Ginny around him."
"Keep an eye on him. Dumbledore says Ginny should be waking up soon. He said that I'm not allowed to visit her this weekend. Claims to be having a special mediwizard coming in to perform a procedure. Hopefully she'll wake up and give some answers." Ron said, his eyes never leaving Ginny's body.
"Does that mean you wont be needing my services anymore?" Blaise asked.
"No. I want you to keep looking. I want to know if there is someone in this school responsible and if they are…" Ron trailed off and squeezed Ginny's hand tighter.
"If there is I'll find them. Don't do anything stupid Weasley." Blaise said and then left the room. Ginny watched Ron for a few more minutes and then headed out. It was too much, seeing what her coma had done to him. She hadn't taken this whole issue as seriously as she should have. Fighting Draco every step of the way. Sneaking out, when people wanted her dead. Gods she had been a fool.
Ginny ran down the corridor, fighting the tears. Everything was all wrong! Ron shouldn't have to suffer, no one should. She knew it all had to do with Tom, everything came back to Tom, and she was the one who released Tom. Gods she hated herself right now. She just wanted to find a place to curl up and die in. She wasn't paying attention to where she was headed and she didn't plan on stopping. Unfortunately for her she ran smack into someone, which stopped her running into oblivion plan.
Ginny lifted herself into a sitting position to look up at the barricade she had run into. Draco Malfoy stood there looking down upon her with an expression somewhere between amusement and anger. He stepped around her and shoved his hands beneath her arms pits, hauling Ginny to her feet.
"Just can't obey orders can you?" he said in a tone, which pronounced that he opted to be amused rather than angry.
"Born rule breaker, that's me." Ginny said, forcing a halfhearted smile.
"Let's get you back to the room. I've got some good news."
"What, you're dying?" Ginny said, trying to lighten her own mood, but failing miserably.
"Funny, Weasley, real funny." Draco growled.
Ginny tried to wipe away the tears. She hated this, the not being able to control her emotions. After her first year she had stopped crying, promised herself to never cry again and she hadn't until she'd been disembodied. It only made it worse that the only person to see her cry was Draco Malfoy. As of yet he hadn't made fun of her for it, but she was sure that the issue would come up at some point.
Draco escorted Ginny back to the room without talking. She couldn't help but wonder at the scene she had witnessed in the hospital wing. Since when had Ron become friends with a Slytherin, especially Blaise Zabini? He was apparently trying to find her attacker and that was dangerous. Ron was loyal and brave, a true Gryffindor through and through, but loyal and brave didn't equal invincible. If Voldemort was the attacker, Ron would stand no chance on his own. Draco had even said this person was powerful to be able to challenge appointments with death, which meant Ron was getting himself into deep shit. They soon reached their chamber and Ginny had decided she was going to inform Draco about her brother's intents.
"Malfoy,"
"I know you want to know the good news. Well,"
"No, Malfoy, I need to tell you something important."
"Alright,"
"I..Ron is trying to find my attacker. He's working with Blaise Zabini and he's going to "
"I know, Red."
"You knew?"
"Yeah, Blaise has been keeping me and Dumbledore informed. He's a loyal friend and when I found out Ron was planning to do something rash and stupid I sent Zabini to take care of him."
"So is this just another way for you to mock my brother. Make him feel useful and then kick him with the knowledge it's all a farce?" Ginny spat, annoyed to think that Ron was being played.
"Red, it's not like that! This whole mess is dangerous and needs to be treated delicately. Ron is irrational right now. His baby sister was put into a coma and he is out for revenge. He isn't going to think things through, he is bound to pull a Harry fucking Potter and cause more trouble. The boy's got balls but he is a stubborn git."
"You're protecting Ron?" Ginny was completely baffled. Draco Malfoy was protecting Ron Weasley. All was not right in the world.
"Hey, don't go getting any ideas, this was all orchestrated by Dumbledore, I'm just the middle man." Draco defended vehemently. He hated Ron, he had made that clear many times in the past, but Ginny couldn't help a little teasing.
"Oh, Big Bad Malfoy's got a soft spot for the Weasel." She taunted.
"If I have a soft spot, which I'm fairly certain I don't, than you are definitely implying the wrong weasel." Draco huffed. "Now, if you are finished with being obnoxious I'll tell you the important news."
"Alright, shutting up now." Ginny said, mimicking a zipping motion over her lips.
"This weekend you'll be getting your body back." Ginny felt an overwhelming sense of joy. It bubbled to the surface and she couldn't control herself. Flinging herself at Draco she kissed him full on the mouth and then pulled back, a big smile on her face. She wanted to do back flips, to scream her joy to the world. She was going to have a body again and Ron wouldn't have to be sad anymore.
"Wow, this is great! Everything can go back to normal." Ginny was gushing and she didn't care one bit that Draco Malfoy was staring at her like she had grown another head.
A/N: Okay, I know I said that Ginny was going to be disembodied for atleast eleven chapter's well, it might be 10. Depending upon how things go I'm either going to write a really long 10th chapter or a short 11th chapter not sure. Also some have mentioned that I haven't really described what Ginny looks like to well. Basically I've failed to do so because it is from Ginny's point of view, any review of her looks given would be bias because most girls think they are ugly even if they are gorgeous. I may bring the issue up in later chapters but as for now you'll have to be happy with the few facts I have given.