Another post for you all! 
Chapter 40
“You got detention?” Draco asked as Ginny made her way toward McGonagall’s classroom.
“Yes Draco. And you didn’t have to come.” Ginny said a little agitatedly.
“I wanted to come.” He smiled over at her. Ginny was so out of it she didn’t even smile back.
“Do you want me to come back and pick you up after its over?” he asked.
“It’s fine. It is probably going to be a late by the time it’s over anyways.” Ginny replied.
“I don’t mind.”
“Really. It’s ok.” Ginny said and kissed him on the cheek before entering the classroom.
McGonagall was sitting at her desk, a quill in her hand and a look of exhaustion on her face. Ginny made her way toward the desk slowly. When she reached it, McGonagall looked up from the paper she was grading and motioned for Ginny to take a seat.
“Well Miss Weasley, I’m glad you stopped daydreaming long enough to make it to your detention on time.” McGonagall said harshly.
Ginny didn’t know what to say, so she just stood quietly.
“For your detention you are going to be doing lines. “
I will pay attention in Transfiguration class and not daydream my way through life.” Do you understand?”
“Yes professor. Um, how many do I have to write?” Ginny asked tentatively.
“Until I say.” McGonagall replied and began grading papers once again.
Ginny took a quill and a piece of parchment from her bag and began her lines.
As minutes went by and turned into hours, she felt a sharp pain in her right wrist. She stopped on the word “class” and rubbed it with her left hand. She then looked towards the window as she heard a soft clicking noise.
Barely visible, sat a snowy white owl. Could it be? No. She was getting her hopes up.
She wanted to sprint toward the window and let the owl in, but the bird had already taken flight. Her heart began beating faster as she looked back at McGonagall. She had seen the owl too. The aging woman turned her head back to Ginny and raised an eyebrow.
“Come up here Miss Weasley.” She said. Ginny did as she was told and stood.
McGonagall let out a sigh and took off her glasses. After a second of rubbing her over worked eyes, she set them back onto her face. “I’m going to ask you a question and I would like to hear the truth.” She said slowly.
Ginny didn’t say anything but waited for her to continue.
“Have you heard from Harry at all?” McGonagall finally asked.
Ginny was thrown off guard. “No professor.” She said quietly. McGonagall studied her for a minute, and then let out another sigh.
“Very well. You may go. Oh and at least “
pretend” you are paying attention in my class for now on.” She said, giving her the tiniest of smiles.
Ginny let out a chuckle and said, “Thank you professor.” She then picked up her bag and walked out the classroom.
It was past ten o’clock as she walked down the deserted corridor. Her shoes made a light thumping sound, walking back toward the common room.
Turning the corner, she suddenly stopped. Ginny could have sworn she heard footsteps walking toward her. A look of confusion crossed her face, as she looked both ways for any sign of anybody. But the corridor was empty. Figuring it was just her imagination, she kept walking.
When she got to the middle of the hall, she stopped again. She knew somebody was watching her. She wasn’t just being paranoid. She could feel it. The footsteps were heard again when she had begun walking again. The footsteps were walking away from her. But they had stopped when she had stopped.
A few steps away from where she stood, something was seen on the ground. Backtracking, she went over and picked it up.
It was a map of the school. Her name was written in curly, red ink, over a black dot. And a few feet from her dot, was another black dot. This one read “Harry Potter.”