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[Ginevra Molly Weasley]

It was late in the evening; the clock had just struck eleven, which definitely symbolized the fact that all students were expected to be in their assigned dormitories and common rooms by now. Ginny was on her usual patrol, given the grounds to search as a mission that had been handed to her by Professor McGonagall, her Head of House. It had been rumored that several students had been sneaking around, though they hadn't been busted yet, nor identified. Ginny was assigned a duty to find out who it might have been.

She strolled across the lawn, looking up at the full moon that was glistening in the cloudless blanket of dark blue above her. Night was always her favorite time of the day, considering she always got to see the stars. There were no lights obstructing the celestial lights, and millions of them could be spotted.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps stirred from behind Ginny, causing her to spin around. No one was there, though there was the wall of the garden maze that was very possibly obstructing someone from her view. She hurried around its edge with her wand drawn out, pointing it ahead of her once she found a running figure just on the other side. With a spoken spell, the branches and leaves ahead of the fleeing student reached out to trap the pathway, preventing the student from running further. He spun around, and Ginny recognized him to be a fourth-year Slytherin. The female prefect sighed in agitation.

"Figures." She knew this kid to always be in trouble. "Come on, Stanley, you're coming with me right back to your common room. I'll be informing Professor McGonagall and your Head of House what you've been up to." With that said, she marched young Richard Stanley into the castle and down to the dungeons where the Slytherin Common Room was located, though not without removing ten points from his house. She would then return out to the grounds, keeping in mind her intentions to stay by her words, though it could wait until tomorrow. She wouldn't wake anyone up.

[Draco Lucius Malfoy]

There was an unruley and shadowed darkness in the sky that night. Despite the full moon and twinkling stars that danced off the large lake beside the castle, it haunted the mind of the Slytherin male skipping stones off the water. He wasn't far from the castle grounds, just down the hill that led away from the Greenhouse. Platinum hair stuck up in several directions as the tall male stood in long silk pants, no shoes and a thick wool robe. He wore no shirt over the pale and slightly bruised torso and as he crouched over to take more smooth stones in his fingers, his hood flopped up to hide his hair. It fell back to his shoulders again as he stood back up, long fingers running across the dirty mud stained rocks and it felt gritty under his fingers.

He closed his eyes and took in the cool air, relaxing as the breeze danced over the waves of the water he stood near, cooling his pale skin. He let out a soft sigh, a small white cloud coming from his lips as his hot breath met the chilled air. He pulled the cloak around him a bit tighter as he flicked the last rock in his hand across the smooth crystal mirror and he pulled the cloak tighter over his shoulders. He was alone, exhausted, finally his mind having a point where it could be at ease, but it didn't keep him from being in an awful panic. Not only was his father being headmaster, it meant he knew when Draco did anything. When he blinked. When he breathed. Someone save him from this madness. Footsteps drew him from his dark thoughts and he looked over his shoulder, a sharp jaw tightening at the sight of Ginny, the red haired fiery pain in the backside that he really wasn't looking forward to seeing. His father had demanded he be a prefect this year, but it hadn't stopped Draco from doing all of nothing of his duties and letting whoever also had gotten the 'honor' to take over. He sighed, a whisper coming from parted lips.

"Bloody hell...".

[Ginevra Molly Weasley]

Ginevra had thought maybe she was alone once she returned to her post on the lawn, not having taken any detours after dropping off Stanley in his common room. She made a note to inform McGonagall tomorrow, but as of right now, there was no need to wake the woman up just to provide her with information on a misbehaving Slytherin.

However, as she continued on across the grass, she paused at the figure that she saw nearby. It seemed that whoever it was (she couldn't tell at first, considering the hood kept flapping about the head) seemed a little displeased, what with the muttered cursing.

Then, the fabric fell about his shoulders. Ginny cringed a bit, her eyes narrowing slightly. Then, almost as if in amusement, she grinned a bit.

"Contain your excitement, Malfoy," she said sarcastically. "You are far too happy to see me." Perhaps Ginny Weasley had every reason to despise the boy, mainly because of his discriminating behavior, but in a way, with how obnoxious she found him to be, it was almost entertaining, that he worked so hard to hate those who weren't like him.

Tragic, yes. But entertaining.

[Draco Lucius Malfoy]

Despite the disgust he felt for the poorer witch who had paused in her steps towards him, he just pulled the cloak tighter over his shoulders, hiding that pale milky skin from the light of the waxing moon sliver that caused a disruptive of the oozing liquid black shadows that crawled across the floor as stars followed the night sky. He looked to her with those tired eyes, the bags under them dark, though that obscene scowl that had found its way to his features in exchange for the smirk that had plastered itself in the previous five years prior to the last. He turned back towards the water for a moment, a splash of a merman or mermaiden tossing his or herself from the liquid crystal, returning his gaze back over his shoulder to Ginny.

Despite his disgust that she was around, he found an uncomfortable and unruly amount of pleasure that she was there. It made him realize that well, he wasn't as static and ghostly as he appeared. He was still alive, still moving, still breathing. He just stood there, uncomfortable with the feelings in his core before hearing her sharp tone leave his lips. Once again, despite the disgust she was around, her voice reassured him he was alive, and gave him chills down his spine.

"I'll keep it in mind Weasley..." he said flatly, turning to face her a little more. Little scars here and there littered that perfect ivory skin of his chest and stomach, the mark on his inner left forearm hidden under a cloth arm warmer that seemed to be out of place on his skin. Though he hid that fact with his wand tucked inside it, easily able to slip out and in without worry. "Don't you have some arse kissing to McGonagall to do or are you too infatuated with the sight of seeing me exhausted and alone that you can't keep yourself away?"