~*Valentine Stone*~

A/N: A new version of my story; Valentine Stone that was orginally hosted on fanfiction.net

Disclaimer: All belong to JK Rowling, nothing mine. Besides the stupid plot.

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Ginny Weasley was sitting alone in her room. She just had a little over a week of vacation. After that, she has to go back to school. It wasn't really much of a vacation. More a torture. Her mother was giving her orders every second. Clean up the dishes, wash the clothes, make dinner and degnome the garden. But finally she was having some silence of her own. She layed down on her bed and rolled down on her stomach. She was thinking of something. Her brothers, Fred and George, asked her to help them out. To think up something for Valentine's day.

Now, that was hard. When you think of Valentine, you think of hearts, red rozes and sweets. But something original; a thing that would leave you breathless. Ginny sniggered, she wasn't as smart as Hermione. A lovely presant to give to your secret lover, but what? Ginny groaned in frustration and rolled on her back.

“I'm never going to think of something,” she sighed, fluttering her eyes closed. Suddenly she heard a voice right outside her door.

“Yes you are going to think of something,” the door opened and Fred stepped inside, or was it George? Ginny lifted herself from the bed and took a better look. Definately Fred.

She sighed again. “I can't come up with something,” complained Ginny. “Yes you can, because you are the smartest of us all!” Fred said cheerfully.

“Then please, help me out, cause I can't think of something,” Ginny said hopeless, falling back on her bed. She was stuck, thank Merlin she will never ever work for the twins again.

“Well, we were thinking something around the line's of your 'true love' and 'how to find him or her'. What do you think?” he asked. “You're asking me? Well, it isn't really original, but maybe if you think of a way that is original then maybe its good,” she replied dully, staring at her ceiling with uninteress.

“Well, that's your part Gin!” Fred laughed and left the room, making sure he slammed the door close.

Ginny glared at her door and sighed again, continue to stare at the ceilling. Your true love. Now we're talking about hard. “I can't even find my own true love, let alone finding someone else's.”

Ginny always thought her true love was Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. She was head over heels, who wouldn't fall head over heels for your savour? She fell in love with him. He ignored her. She cried and got over him. Now he finally see's her. And she thinks of him The Boy Who Wouldn't Die. Life truely wasn't fair. True love? Pah, her true love was herself. And no one else.

Her hand slowly made its way up to her neck. Where was her necklace? She searched with her hand and finally found it. Ginny looked at the stone. A dark red stone, a ruby. She didn't even knew it herself if it was a real one or fake one. She just found it somewhere. Suddenly she had an idea. She sat up straight and looked carefully at the red stone. How to find your true love.

“Fred! Get your bloody arse right back here!” Ginny yelled. She flipped her long flaming red hair and took of her necklace. A moment later Fred came in, looking confused.

“Don't tell me its your 'time of month' thing,” he half joked. Ginny glared at her older brother and threw a pillow. Fred easily catched it. “Now, why am I here?”

“True love right? How about, a necklace that can find your true love? Or rather, the stone of the necklace,” said Ginny, dangling her necklace in front of Fred's face. He looked at it and furled his brow, as if deep in thought.

“Hhhmm. Not bad, not bad at all. I'll see what I can do about it. Thanks for the helping us, sis,” he threw the pillow back and left the room for the second time that day.

Ginny closed her eyes and thought of the necklace. Of course it isn't going to work. You just can't find your true love. Ginny felt a little guilty, selling this to people who think they can find their true love with it. Well, maybe selling it to desperate people. Just like herself. She sighed, cleared her mind and hoped the day would pass soon.

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The week has passed, vacation was over and Ginny was back to school. She was back to her bored life. Harry really wasn't helping. Every time in the Great Hall he would sit opposite her and stare at her like a mad man. And all Ron could do was stare at Hermione. While she was just touching the book with her nose again. It's like a chain reaction. Only Ginny really didn't find it funny.

It was late at night when Ginny tried to finish her homework in the middle of the night. Sighing, she looked down the table. Homework was the last thing on her mind, stupid Potions, Charms and History. How can they come up with this stuff? Her eyelids started to fall down carefully. Ginny slowly rested her head on the table. Surely no one would notice her being away. The common room was empty. When she almost made it so actually fall asleep, her stomach began to rumble as if thunder were in it.

“Ugh. Skipped dinner today, why did I do that?” Ginny mumbled to herself. She tried to ignore the sound of her stomach, wanting to eat. “Can't even bloody sleep while I'm alone,” she sighed and started to stand up, preparing to leave and head towards the kitchens.

Ginny left the common room and was mindlessly walking trough the hallways. It even suprised herself that she found the painting without getting caugt by Filch, or getting lost. She tickled the pear and crawled trough the hole. Immediately a house elf ran up to her.

“What can Dobby get you Miss?” the house elf asked.

“What ever we had for dinner please,” Ginny answered. Dobby left and Ginny looked for a seat. Ginny saw a lot of house elves working. Poor things. she thought. Finally she found a seat and sat herself comfortable. Her eyes kept closing and pretty soon she would just fall asleep.

She didn't even notice someone else entering the kitchens. Ginny was now half asleep. Until Dobby tugged her by her robes. Ginny cracked one eye open. Something had changed. She opened her other eye; some one was sitting at the same table.

“Kids shouldn't be out that late, you know,” drawled a voice next to her. Ginny didn't even bothered to look at the person. Just by hearing his voice and his retarted insults made her knew who he was.

“Miss, Dobby has your dinner served,” the house elf said out loud. Ginny blinked a couple of times and smiled.

“Thanks Dobby,” Ginny said. Then, she dug in. She didn't cared what she was eating, it tasted good and the sooner she was done, the sooner she got out of there.

“Weasley, didn't your parents ever teached you any manners? Look at you, the food is going everywhere!”

Ginny looked up from her dinner at the silver blonde boy. Draco Malfoy. Well, who did you expect?

“Whah bwar yu boing here?” she managed to say with her mouth full.

“What's that Weasley? Your parents didn't even teached you how to talk? I'm shocked!” he said dramatically, widening his silver eyes. Ginny only glared at him, she was too tired and too hungry to yell at Malfoy. She finished as quickly as possibly and left. But not without Malfoy yelling at her that she got herself a detention. Ginny didn't cared and raced to the Gryffindor common room. Finally there, she ran upstairs and fell on her bed. Finally, some peace.

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The next morning something was bugging Ginny. Or lets say, poking Ginny. She rolled over and groaned, getting annoyed at the poking.

“Hermione, I don't care if lessons are about to start, like they wouldn't start if I wasn't there. Now stop bothering me and let me sleep!” Ginny automatically said. But the poking wouldn't stop.

Ginny cried out in frustration and sat up straight in her bed. She looked at who was poking her arm. She shrieked and fell of her bed. “Darn owl's! You're supposed to bring the letters in the Great Hall! Not when I'm in bed!” she yelled at the big owl while shooing it away.

Ginny groaned and pulled herself up on her bed. She covered herself up with her blankets. She wasn't comming underneath it today. Not a morning person.

“Ginny, wake up girl, you're late!” now that was the voice of Hermione Granger. “I'm too lazy to repeat what I always say to you,” Ginny mumbled underneath her blankets.

“Ginny, come on! Accio blankets!” she waved with her wand and the blankets came flying to her. Ginny yelped and curled up in a ball, the cold spreading over her body.

“Do I really need to throw water at you?” Hermione said whith her hands on her hips. She blinked a couple of times and saw Ginny already pulling her shoes on.

“Now that's what I'm talking about.”

When she was finally finished Hermione was already in class. Ginny was about to run when she saw the letter; grabbing it she quickly left the Gryffindor Tower. She ran as fast as she could to Charms. Ginny barely made it, but Professor Flitwick didn't noticed. Looking for a seat, Ginny saw someone motioning to her. It was Colin, her closest friend.

“Couldn't get out off bed?” he asked as she approached him. Ginny only smiled and took a seat next to him. Colin looked at her hand.

“What have you got there?” he asked and pointed to her hand. “Oh, the letter, I forgot,” she said and opened the letter.

The letter was from her brothers.

'Hello Ginny ol' dear

Here is our prototype of, what we call, Valentine Stone. You'll find two necklaces inside. If you put one of them around your neck the other one will find your 'true love'. Now you're thinking that we're full of crap. But it does work! We tested it on mum, and the necklace found dad. That's enough proof for us. After the other necklace found your 'true love' it will glow every time you're near it, yours will do the same. Now don't go screaming at us if it isn't Harry Potter!

Yours, Fred and George.'

Ginny twitched. Harry potter? She twitched again. Stupid gits still thinks she's in love with Harry. Merlin, I'm twitching alot lately. The two necklaces were still inside of the letter. She decided she will get them out after class.

“From who was it?” Colin asked, looking at the letter. Ginny raised an eyebrow. “You're asking alot of questions. Is there something wrong?” this made Colin blush and looked the opposite of were Ginny was. Colin was acting strange lately. Hell, everyone is acting strange lately. She sighed and started taking notes from what the Professor was telling them.

After class was over Ginny raced outside the classroom. Holding the letter, she felt inside for the necklaces. She pulled out a beautiful long silver necklace. With a light blue stone that shined like a diamond. She gasped. Her brothers made that? Of course mum gave them a hand, I know it for sure. She smiled at the necklace and put it on. Ginny was too busy with the necklace that she ran into someone.

“Sorry, I wasn't looking,” she apologized, trying to get her red hair out of her freckled face. Ginny looked up and sighed.

“Ah, Weasley. Just the person I was looking for. Now lets talk about your detention,” the familiar cold voice said. Stupid Malfoy, stupid retarted insults, stupid ... Wait, detention?

“What? What detention?” Ginny asked very confused. She didn't do anything right? “Don't you remember? Last night you were sneaking into the kitchens,” Malfoy sneered and crossed his arms, pinning her down with his cold stare.

Ginny tried hard to remember, but her memory left her alone. “I really don't remember Malfoy. Now sod off so I can get to next class,” but Malfoy stopped her. “You really don't remember anything?” he asked and was smirking all the time. Why the hell is he looking like he's planning something?

Malfoy leaned closer to her face. She could feel his warm breath on her neck. It gave her goosebumps. “Not even when you parade around in your knickers?” he said in a husky voice in an attempt to sound sexy. Which worked. Ginny felt herself go red and backed off. “I did not! My parents rased me well!” she cried. There was no way in hell did she showed Malfoy her knickers or something.

“A week detention, every night at 7 o' clock at the dungeons, Professor Snape's dungeon,” he said in a cold voice and walked away, leaving Ginny in frustration. She didn't even notice that her other necklace was gone.

Chapter 2 - Room of Requirement

A/N: This is Ginny's 5th year and Draco's 6th, following after book 5. Al though, Ginny did not entered the DA.

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“Detention, for a week! That stupid git!” Ginny yelled at no one particular. She was sitting on her bed, thinking about the detention Malfoy gave her. I'm not going! Unless he comes here himself and drags me to the dungeons. Yeah, like that'll happen. Having a bad day is really pissing her off. She let herself fall back on her pillow. The sound of giggling girls were coming this way. Her not-friends. Except for one, Holly.

“So, I told him to just sod off and kill himself. There are other girls in the world,” a girlie voice stated. Ginny scrunched her nose in disgust. The group rounded a corner and saw the little redhead lying on her bed. They totally ignored her. But one of the girls walked up to her.

“Hi Gin. What's up?” the girl said with a sweet voice.

Ginny looked at her friend, Holly. She was a little smaller than herself, had light brownish long hair and big brown eyes. “Nothing really,” Ginny answered with a smile.

She looked at the clock hanging on the wall. Almost 7 o' clock. Her eyes left the clock and she sighed. Like hell am I going to that stupid detention. I don't even know what happened! Ginny scowled at her dorm mates, but replaced her scowl with a smile. I wish I could see the look on his face when I won't show up. Ginny snickered and left the giggling girls for the common room.

It was very quiet. Only a few Gryffindor's were studying. That included Colin; sitting near the fireplace, making his homework. Ginny sat beside him. “Care to tell me what's going on?” she asked, remembering the event from this morning. Colin looked up, blinked and started talking.

“Well, I have to write down for Charms why the hex is called the Bad Bogey Hex. After that I have to explain what exactly happens-” Ginny quickly covered Colin's mouth with her hand. She shook her head and removed her hand.

“I didn't mean talking about homework. How bored can you be? I was talking about what happened earlier this morning,” she started, smiling innocently. She twirled with her bright red hair, he would surely fall for her innocent act. Colin blushed again and focused his attention on his homework.

Ginny pouted and leaned closer, looking at him with big eyes. “Please?” she pleaded. Colin ignored her and scribbled something down on his parchment.
Ginny poked in his side, making him yelp and glare at her. “Come on Colin, you know I'll find it out somehow! So you can tell me now as well,” Ginny pushed, hoping that Colin would tell her what's bugging him. Maybe he has a crush?

He sighed and looked at her with tired eyes. “It's not easy for me to tell you this Gin. You'll probably laugh at me.”

“Oh come on Colin, you know I won't do that,” Ginny whined. Colin looked at her grinning with a mischievous glimpse in his eyes. “Can you keep a secret?”

“Yes!” Ginny cried out, finally happy that she made him crack.

“So can I,” and her smile faded. “Arse,” she said in a teasing tone and playfully hitting him on his arm. “Fine, I'll leave you alone, just for now!” said Ginny and smiled at him. He will tell me his secret this very week, I'm sure of it.

“Hhm. What time is it?” she asked suddenly, placing her finger on her bottom lip. “Ehh. I think it's about 7,” Colin replied. Ginny rolled her eyes at the thought of detention. But then she smiled, knowing Malfoy would be there, alone, all alone.

Rolling her eyes, she stood up and left the common room. Something made her go to the kitchens, maybe because she had skipped lunch after all. She smiled meekly to herself and finally saw the portrait in front of her. This was all a little familiar for her. She frowned, raising her finger to tickle the pair when a voice made her stop. “Well, well. I should have known that you would come back to the kitchens again.”

Ginny whirled around and saw Malfoy leaning against a wall. And for the first time, he didn't had his hair slicked back. They were wet and fell into his silver eyes. Maybe he just got out of the shower, or did the Gryffindors play a prank on him. The last statement made Ginny suppress a giggle.
“Now, off to the dungeons, Weasley,” Malfoy said in a lazy voice, pushing himself from the wall and walked away. Ginny looked at the painting and at Malfoy who was walking away. Argh, darn it. Rolling her eyes, she trailed behind Malfoy all the way down to the dungeons.

Malfoy was taking long strides and Ginny had to jog a little to keep up with him. Her pride did not allowed herself to say that he was walking to fast. If she wasn't busy glaring a whole through his head, then maybe would she have noticed that her necklace was glowing.

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“Malfoy, you're not really helping here! Just for Merlin's sake, pull up your feet!” Ginny argued with Malfoy. She was cleaning Snape's dungeon with Malfoy lazily behind the desk. Ginny was really mad at him, it was like 11 o' clock and she was tired and very, very hungry. She held her broom tightly in her hands, wishing it was Malfoy. He didn't even budged.

“Fine, than I'll just have to clean you up too!” she shouted at him, getting ticked off. She swept hard on his shoes, making him yelp and quickly stand up. He glared at her with his silver eyes, but kept his calm.

“Do I look like dirt to you? Go clean somewhere else you ruddy weasel!” he snapped at her. Ginny's face was as red as a tomato, she narrowed her eyes and saw Malfoy sitting again, she smiled and let hold of the broom go. Bulls-eye, or better, His-eye.

The end of the broomstick hit him right in his eye. He jerked back and clamped his hands over his right eye. “Bloody hell!” he yelled in pain and threw the broom back at her. Ginny dodged and looked at Malfoy, groaning in pain. Serves him right. She smiled broadly, satisfied that he was in pain and proud that she had done that to him. Ginny turned around and started cleaning again.

“Now I have to poke my eye out, I've got Weasley cooties all over me!” he drawled from behind her back. Ginny glared daggers at him but continued her cleaning. Good, poke your eye out, then I only have to look at one of those.

After a while in silence, she could hear Malfoy was getting bored. He was sighing randomly and tapping his fingers against the desk.
“Are you done yet? I've got other places to go to,” he said in a bored voice. Ginny answered him with a growl. Like I wanted to come here in the first place! He's making me lose my appetite. Finally she was done. The dungeon was clean, and she just wanted to eat or sleep, or maybe both at the same time. Ginny pictured herself sleeping while eating some potatoes. She giggled, putting back the broom in the broom closet.

“Well, it seems I'm done here so I'll be off. See you never again Malfoy,” and with that, she left. Malfoy watched her go, and noticed something glowing around her neck. But he didn't care, what he did care about was that the littlest weasel hit his eye with a broom. The nerve. He growled and left the dungeons. Tomorrow he will let her suffer.

“Hungry, git of a Malfoy, Filch, sleepy, hungry, homework,” Ginny was mumbling something no one would ever understand, wondering around a corridor. She had no idea where she was headed. Hell, she was lost. Her mumbling stopped as she slowed down. Her eyes scanned the place around. It wasn't really helpful that all the corridors in Hogwarts were exactly the same. She scoffed and got back on to her mumbling.

She stopped when she came to a dead end. There are dead ends in Hogwarts? She wondered to herself, turning back. The corridor wasn't familiar to her and Ginny slowly started panicking.

She has never been here at this part of the castle. She started pacing up and down. Where the hell was she? If only someone drew a map of Hogwarts. And suddenly, a door appeared in the wall. Ginny stopped pacing and looked dumbfounded at the door at the door. She knew a lot of strange things happens at Hogwarts, but doors appearing out of nowhere? The door was like any other door. Should she open it? Ginny's hand reached the doorknob and opened the door.

It was just a normal room. Not a classroom, just a room. There was a large bed at the back, a table near the door, with food. Ginny forgot she was lost as her eyes rested on the food.
“Food,” she said dreamy. “But from who?” she stepped in the room and looked around. It was decorated in her house colors, red and yellow. There was a big map on the wall and, what Ginny didn't noticed, homework on the table too.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” no answer. That was good enough for Ginny, her morals vanished into thin air as she seated at the table. Ginny started to eat the food. After a while she was full. I need a napkin. And suddenly, out of nowhere, a napkin appeared in front of her. Ginny looked at it in shock. Did that just happen? She took it and cleaned her face and hands.

Ginny sighed and looked around. What time is it? Again suddenly, there was a clock hanging on the wall. Ginny's eyes widened. This can't be right, thing appearing out of no where. She pondered on the thought for a minute; before thinking about a quill. A long quill appeared on the table.

“A room that gives what I think? That's weird and unexplainable,” she said softly. Looking at the time, she quickly left the room. She'll come back to it tomorrow, first she has to sleep.

As she walked trough the corridor she heard a noise. It was soft, but nearby. She narrowed her eyes, trying to look in the dark. Then she heard something walking. Little footsteps. There, around the corner two green eyes lighted up in the dark.

“Mreowww.”

Oh, crap. Ginny thought, taking a step back but she stumbled and fell. The weird thing was that she kept on falling. Hitting a few steps she finally reached the ground with a thud. “Ouch,” she said in a muffled voice. Stupid Hogwarts with those stupid moving stairs. At the end of the stairs the two green eyes appeared again.

“Meow!”

Ginny quickly stood up and started running. Anywhere was good enough, just not where that stupid cat was. Stupid Miss Norris. Or was it Mister Norris? Ah well, it's a sneaky little creature! Her heart pounded in her chest. What if she got caught? Who knows how many housepoints she loses, or worse, more detentions with Malfoy. She kept on running, ran up stairs, turned left or right, when she finally stopped. She breathed heavily. She leaned against a wall and let herself fall on the ground. It was dark and cold. Maybe she was back again at the dungeons. She stood up and looked around. She saw a door that made her remember she was back at Snape's dungeon. She groaned and kicked the door. It made a lot of sound as it was empty at the dungeons.

Ginny looked around her nervously and then left, running as if a dog from hell was chasing her.