Disclaimer: Um...all I have to say is that J.K. Rowling is THE GODESS OF ALL! BOW DOWN! clears throat um...ya lol

Summary(the one that wouldn't fit in the story summary part lol): As Ginny struggles with normal life as a teenage witch, she is also burdened by a plague of unsettling dreams that have no meaning to her. She writes them off as harmless, but quickly learns that Draco Malfoy is having very similar dreams as her and that they don't even belong to them. In fact, they aren't dreams at all, they are actually brief images of the past of two certain people and it seems that history is doomed to repeat itself without Ginny and Draco even realizing it. An Adventure that leaks into the time of The Founders and involves an intense attraction and love that doesn't belong to them...or maybe it does.

A/N: So I'm going to try to return to writing and this was a favorite of mine, so I'm starting here. Be kind, it's been a while. I'm revamping the chapters and reposting them, then I'll continue from there. Oh, the spelling and grammar errors! UGH!

Emeralds. Lush grass swaying in the wind like the sea. A four-leaf clover. A serpent ring. An endearing smile. Green. Green that encompasses the vision and caresses the skin like satin. Calming and beautifully graceful. Then a pain in the heart that engulfs and burns outward from inside, leaving an empty ache, "My Love...don't leave me!"

Waking with a start, Ginny sits upright suddenly. Panting, she looks around quickly before shakily dropping back onto the mattress with a sigh of relief. She's still breathing quickly and isn't surprised at the realization that she has broken into a cold sweat in her sleep. It's been happening more and more frequently since her first year.

It was a dream that was confusing and mixed in with her Tom Riddle nightmares quite often. At first, the Tom Riddle nightmares stayed at the forefront, beating out the confusing dream in number of occurrences easily, as it was every night that she experienced it, while the confusing dream happened about once a month.

Then the Riddle nightmares died out slowly, as it began to sink in that Tom was gone for good, and the strange dream would continue to make an appearance about once a month. During this time she would remember nothing but brief and fleeting images that disappeared from memory almost immediately.

Then, just last year, they became more frequent and she began marking the dates that they occurred in her journal, she even wrote what she could remember of them. First it was almost every two weeks, then it was practically weekly. They would sporadically ease up for a while, but only to return in full force. In the duration of this summer they had disappeared completely for almost a month and then they returned so fiercely that they were occurring just about every other night. She wasn't quite sure whether to be worried or not.

As she looks at herself in the mirror, brushing her teeth, she tries to rationalize that it's just a dream and it's not really that bad, but then she realizes she's going into her 6th year now. Six years of the same nightmare can't be normal or healthy. They aren't really nightmares, at least they never start that way, but it's the ending that makes her wake up in a cold sweat with fresh tears running down her cheeks. It's been happening so often that she's no longer alarmed by these things; almost like she's used to them. Standing back and looking at it objectively, Ginny thinks that they don't do any harm other than giving her a rude awakening in the morning. She still gets plenty of sleep and, after the shock passes, she's not any worse for wear.

It's with this comforting thought that the youngest Weasley puts a smile on her face and walks out of the bathroom to get some breakfast.

Ginny sits at the table in the kitchen beside Ron who is currently eyeing his mother's cooking hungrily, and across from her father who is currently hidden behind his latest copy of 'The Daily Prophet'. Looking closer Ginny can see that the front page depicts a very indignant and dangerous looking Lucius Malfoy as a few Aurors enter his home cautiously. Beside the foreboding man stands (to Ginny's surprise) a smirking Draco Malfoy. The young blond seems mildly entertained by the events at hand and the animated picture shows him shifting his weight to his left foot while running his fingers through his hair casually. This look of the mostly uninterested young man contrasts starkly with the uptight and disgruntled looking Lucius Malfoy who seems oblivious to his son's behaviour. She's able to catch the headline just barely before her father begins folding the paper back up: "Search of Malfoy Home Unsuccessful"

"There you go, my dears," says a smiling and busy looking Mrs. Weasley as she deposits a rather hefty looking pile of pancakes onto the table. This is quickly followed by an almost equally as alarming amount of toast and bacon before the plump woman takes her seat beside her husband.

Some people talk out their woes, my mother cooks out hers, thinks Ginny with the shadow of a smile.

She takes some bacon, a couple pieces of toast and a few pancakes, even though she's pretty sure she won't eat it all. Her mother seems to be having problems adjusting to a family of four after so many years of at least 5 children at her table, along with her husband. This explains the large amounts of food and her mother's tendency to get overly upset at the departure of her children, even if they are only going out into the garden. Ginny wasn't looking forward to their departure at the train platform, especially seeing as it's Ron's last year and he'll be leaving the house soon as well.

Her fork-full of pancake pauses mid-way to her mouth as she realizes that their departure date is next week. Wondering idly at how fast the time flies, the fork makes it's destination and she chews thoughtfully on the sweet and fluffly pancake before swallowing. A glance towards her brother shows her that he is taking full advantage of the overflow of food as he practically shovels the food into his mouth happily. With an inward chuckle Ginny wonders (and not for the first time and definitely not for the last) where her brothers put it all.

Before Ginny's even finished her pancakes her brother has demolished a sizable feast and is sitting back looking comfortably full. "Thanks, mum," he says quickly as he is about to leave the kitchen.

"Hold on dear! I wanted to ask you if Harry has decided to join us to do all your school shopping," She says hastily while she still has his attention, knowing how hard it is to keep.

"Oh ya! He said that he'd definitely like to come. He'll meet us there," he says with a grin on his face that he reserves exclusively for Harry (or for talking about Harry).

Ginny smiles slightly, thinking of her own best friend and that she probably has a smile for him too. Her and Colin had met in her first year, soon after his encounter with the basilisk, for which she still felt immense guilt for, no matter how many times he tells her it's not her fault. They had become best friends almost instantly and have been attached at the hip ever since.

Mumbling a quick "Thanks" to her mum, Ginny leaves the kitchen to grab her journal. A glance out the living room window tells her that it's beautiful out and therefor a perfect day to go up on the hill and write about her dream.

To My Fiery Little Redhead,

I've just gotten home from summer hols and I'm already being whisked away to get school supplies. What's a guy gotta do to get some rest around here? Well, anyways, we're heading out tomorrow so I was wondering if you wanted to meet at the usual place to get a cone after we shop. I'm sure you can shake off the family for five minutes to spend time with your best friend. I can't wait to see how you've changed over the summer, you said your hair's a lot longer, right? I'm sure you look like a new woman, it is our sixth year after all.

Speaking of, any new interests? I still can't believe you've let go of your life long crush on the boy wonder. It's just so weird not to hear you drooling over him in your letters. I'm glad your still friends though, that means I can still get close enough to get good pictures he he he, just kidding. I hear that Dean's sorta interested. He's a nice guy, you should look into him.

Well, I should be off. I need sleep, I'm knackered. I'll tell you about my vacation tomorrow or at school.

From The Cutest Guy You Know,

Colin

Ginny chuckles slightly. She always loves Colin's letters and this one is particularly excited sounding as their time together at school quickly approaches. He always does get a little over-excited about seeing her and going to school. So it's with a smile that she folds up the letter and writes back:

To The Boy With The Biggest Ego In The World,

I'm sure your hols were brilliant! I can't wait to hear about it. Did you get to see Charlie? Actually, you probably didn't, did you? Not unless you were looking for a dragon resort to hang at. As for that ice cream, I'd love to. I can't wait to tell you about my oh-so-exciting summer and I really haven't changed that much. No need for flattery, I already love you to death!

Oh, maybe I should watch what I say, I may be feeding that huge ego of yours. I swear, it'll take over the world one day.

Nah, no knew interests. When I go away for summer hols, I always seem to be closed off from society. As for the boy wonder, yes we are friends, but don't bother him with pictures, you know how he hates it. He's actually coming shopping with us. I would invite him for ice cream, but I'm pretty sure that him and Ron are married and are going to be doing their own thing with Hermione. You know how it is with those three.

Lastly, I'm not so sure me and Dean are really a good match. He seems sort of dim-witted, no offense to him, but he seems only able to speak about Quidditch and although I love the sport, he may ruin it for me. I shall thank my ever-faithful match-maker anyways though. So, thank you, but you know your the only man for me Colin Creevey ha ha.

From Your Loving Match-ee,

Ginny

It's with the lightest of hearts that Ginny folds up the letter and sends it off with Fledge (their new owl, dad said that they needed something a little more reliable, but they still had pig around). Then she sighs and leans back in the soft grass of what's recently become "her hill". It's sort of picturesque with one solitary oak tree at the top of the hill and a view that consisted of the rolling hills of the beautiful countryside.

Reaching to her left she pulls her journal up to her chest and hugs it to her, thinking of the dream again. She sits up and scoots back so that her back is against the tree. Her fingers quickly find her page and she rereads the words she's written down.

Another dream: Lots of green again, happiness, then pain

Other than that, she wasn't sure what to write and it didn't help that that was all that she could remember now. She sighs again, but this time with a heaviness that belies her worry. Her mind races through the usual questions: Where did the dreams come from? What do they mean? Why do I never remember them? Could they really just be harmless? Why me?

"GINNY!"

She snaps her head up from her journal to see her brother calling from the bottom of the hill. From the broom in his hand and the way he's motioning her to come down with the other hand, she can tell he wants to practice quidditch.

"Perfect," She mutters cheerily, "Something to get my mind off of things."

Quickly, she closes her journal, grabs her quill from behind her ear and rushes down the hill to meet Ron. The evening is filled with so much quidditch that Ginny, for the time being, forgets about the dream and she's able to eat dinner without questions plaguing her thoughts. She even gets to bed with a peaceful mind (after fighting playfully with Ron for the bathroom to brush their teeth) and drifts off completely unaware that some one else out there shares her symptoms.