Tam Lin

Disclaimer: I really don't own anything, everything belongs to J. .

Author's notes: Now I've run out of things I could dedicate this to. I didn't send it to my beta because of the huge success of chapter 1 (haha, yes I think this is funny) but hey, this time I'm quite awake. But Ginny isn't. In the Beginning.

Chapter 2: Really too short to have a name

Twenty minutes later she sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, her toes still aching. She poked at her porridge listlessly, and felt the apathy, that had taken control over her body when awake since the dreams had started, settling in and making itself comfortable.

Sheila looked at her worriedly, but looked away quickly when Ginny caught her. She sighed. Should she let Sheila in? She wondered silently, while playing with the reflexions the candlelight was causing when you held your spoon like this. It was really interesting how the light fell on Ron's old sweater.

She let her spoon fall on the table exasperatedly, and then started watching the other Gryffindors eating their breakfast. What a spectacular view! She could already see the headlines: "Neville Longbottom drops spoon 3 times in a row" "Harry Potter looks tired" "Hermione Granger… is absent?"

Hermione was not at breakfast? This was highly unusual, since the older girl had started to preach to Harry and Ron that it was necessary to have breakfast, since you could study less then half as good with an empty stomach. It was a rather useless mission, since Harry and Ron had breakfast everyday anyway, but for other reasons, like, erm eating, being not hungry anymore afterwards.

Ginny had now found something to concentrate on, something distracting her from the dreams. This was always good! She kicked Ron's foot from under the table, but the effect she had hoped it would have didn't come. Instead of looking up and asking what she wanted, Ron shot up from his chair and suddenly started screaming "Ha, I knew it, I knew it, this was so obvious, and you kept telling me it was nothing and I was just being paranoid. But I've seen and heard enough, I do have eyes, Seamus! I know what I see!"

Now everybody in the Great Hall was staring at him as if he had grown a third ear and had pierced it with a fork. (hey, I had to add that fork thing. I mean, we're talking about witches and wizards here, third ears are nothing special for them!)

Seamus, to whom he had obviously addressed his little, erm, speech, stared at him confusedly and tried to say something, but after some false starts, gave up. When Ron started screaming bloody murder again Ginny, whose face had meanwhile turned bright read, felt sorry for poor Seamus, and felt that she should perhaps intervene the very embarrassing spectacle.

"Erm, Ron" she said, but he didn't notice her and kept on yelling.

"Ron I…" she tried again, but was cut off rudely by her furious brother.

"You just be quiet!" he now turned his attention to her. "What did you think you were doing? Thought I wouldn't notice, eh? But, hey, I am not stupid, I notice eyery little flirtous look he sends you, and you even encourage him! Are you totally out of your mind?"

Ginny stared at her brother, who had turned to Seamus again, and continued where he had stopped when Ginny had interrupted him. Flirt? Her? And Seamus? This was as stupid a thing to think as saying Elvis was alive. Only a few maniacs believed in it. This lead to the assumtion that Ron was a maniac.

And he was still yelling at poor Seamus, who really didn't deserve this. And it was making her angry, really angry. She really did not want to do it, but she stood up as well, and tried to get Ron's attention again. No success. She said his name, then again, this time a bit louder, and in the end she even screamed it, but her tiny voice wasn't able to compete with Ron's booming one.

Finally, in a desperate attempt to get him to look at her, she did something she swore she would never do again. She picked up her glass of milk, and threw it's ingredients all over Ron's face and robes. It did work, though, Ron shut up immediately.

"Okay" Ginny spoke up now, trying to ignore how the hall had gone from silent to deathly silent since her little intervention "hear me out now, will you? First, I did not attempt to flirt with Seamus, but when I kicked you, I fully inteded to do so, so calm down. And even if I had tried to flirt with Seamus, it is a matter not of your concern. I am not you baby sister, I can take care of myself quite well, thanks, so shut the fuck up! And also trying to kick Seamus would have been Mission: Impossible 3, thanks to your unusually long legs, which take in half of the space under Gryffindor table, in case you haven't noticed. –" At this point she ran out of things to say, and so she turned on her heels and ran out of the Great Hall, oblivious to the loud cheers and cat calls that echoed in the room she had just left.

On her way up to Gryffindor tower she kept cursing herself. This had been so humiliating. Why hadn't she kept quiet and discussed it all in private lateron? Why had she yelled right back? And why on earth had she poured milk over his head?

She was just rounding a corner and thinking that her day couldn't get any worse, when it suddenly did. She skidded to a halt and blinked. Once, twice, and even a third time. When the fact that what she saw wouldn't change even if she blinked a thousand and seventy four times sickered in she inhaled sharply and was just about to exhale again when she felt a sharp pain in her neck and then the whole world went black.

Author's notes: Okay, this is not a desperate attempt for a cliffhanger, it's a desperate attempt to end the chapter. I did not keep my promise, this chapter is really short. Sorry. I do suffer some kind of writer's block at the moment, and I'm writing this story for a cure.

By the way: if you haven't figured it out since now, Ginny discvered something creepy and mysterious and so on and so forth. I need some plot after all. And Draco will appear. Later.

I would again be happy if I got some reviews, and by now think that my only reviewer Sydney Wood is some kind of deity. And thanks, I got enough sleep. At school.

Have a nice day,

love,

Ri