A friend of mine coughcoughPatilaputracoughcough requested I write a real story one of these days so she can wait in anticipation for months when I never update again. Lol
Setting: Ginny's 6th year, a few weeks before Christmas break
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"Back so soon?" Charise questioned Ginny.
"Afraid so…" Ginny mumbled while pushing the heavy covers off of her and tumbling out of her queen sized bed.
"You sound disappointed?" Charise questioned. Ginny noticed a hint of hurt in the girl's voice.
"Oh, no. It's just…I was rather tired, and I didn't feel much like dreaming tonight."
"But 'ow do you know this is the dream?" the servant asked. "Maybe it's the other life, the one that appears real, is the dream…after all, the notion of you of all people being poor…it's laughable."
"The notion that I'm an heir to a fortune of the 19th Century is quite laughable to me." Ginny explained.
"Well come, we must get you dressed, if you want to look proper for the gov'ner's wife today."
"Oh, honestly, it's just a tea…"
"With the gov'ner's wife!" added Charise. "If I were to be 'aving teas with anyone important I'd do right to make sure I looked good and proper!" The black girl exclaimed.
"Yes, yes, alright, let's get me dressed then…"
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Ginny had been fitted into a dress that, in her opinion, was eight sizes too small and too tight for movement. She had been starved all morning ("You'll want to 'ave an appetite later today!") and had been powdered so much she resembled a porcelain doll.
As she trudged out across the street to the carriage, not bothering to pick up the hem of her dress, she stepped on said hem and fell to the ground most ungracefully, scraping her elbow in the process.
The sound of hooves could be heard close by and Ginny looked up. A pair of horses and a carriage was headed right towards her at full speed and, to Ginny's horror, the driver didn't seem to notice!
A scream left Ginny's paralyzed body as the horses reared up, preparing to trample her.
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Ginny choked on a gasp of horror as she shot straight up in bed.
Breathing heavily she threw off her covers and trudged to the bathroom. When the door had been locked she ran the cold water and splashed her face a few times. Still panting, she looked up in the mirror at her pale face.
She frowned at the horrible dark circles underneath her eyes and raised her hand to trace them. As she did so she noticed the bloody elbow reflecting back at her.
Ginny sat on the toilet and tenderly wiped the dirt and blood from the wound.
She sighed. "Ugh, that's unsightly!" She walked over to the bathroom door with every intention of going to the Hospital Wing, but thought better of it.
Pomphrey isn't a complete dolt…she thought. She's bound to ask questions about how a girl would get a ghastly scrape on her elbow in the middle of the night…
With this thought she summoned up some gauze and wrapped the wound instead.
On her way back to bed she glanced at the clock. She hadn't even gone to sleep four hours ago!
Ginny collapsed on her bed, not bothering with the covers and fell into a deep and, thankfully, dreamless sleep.
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Ginny slept in the next morning. She awoke at 10:30 to an empty dormitory. "Thank goodness it's Saturday!" she muttered, pulling some jeans on.
A distant cheer sounded outside and Ginny walked over to the window. A tremendous blotch of red was filling up the Quidditch field, celebrating yet another Gryffindor win.
Ginny smiled as a red blur shot around above the crowd, signifying Harry in his victory lap.
But enough! Ginny thought. It's time I get to the library, I find out what these…er, dreams...really mean…
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Ginny stumbled towards the library doors, stacks of books burdening the use of her arms.
She clumsily kicked the door open. But no sooner had she taken a step out that someone tried to take a step in, and they collided.
Ginny righted herself before she fell; put her pile of books fell to the floor with a crash. Thanking Merlin that Madame Pince hadn't just seen that display of "total disrespect for the wise novels of her profession" Ginny bent down to collect them.
"Doing a bit of light reading, are we, Weasley?" Draco Malfoy picked up a book the roughly resembled the size of the fifth Jerry Scotter book series.
Ginny snorted. "Yeah, just a little."
"Dreaming, Dreams and Their Meanings, Reoccurring Dreams, Cursed Dreams…" Malfoy read of the titles, dropping them into Ginny's arms as he did so. "Having a bit of trouble with nightmares are we?"
"Not nightmares, per se…" Ginny sighed.
Her and Malfoy had been…well, the closest thing they could ever be to friends ever since the beginning of the year, when they spent a good three quarters of her Potion's detention he was overseeing complaining about everything horrible in her life.
It turned out that Malfoy could be quite agreeable, when he felt like it, and they spent time every now and then either talking peacefully or spitting random insults at each other.
Ginny was quite pleased with the fact that she could now let Malfoy's comments roll right off her back, and it seemed that Malfoy was quite pleased with himself that he was rubbing off on the she-weasel, she was almost a good as he was…almost.
"Why aren't you at the Quidditch match? I figured you of all people would be there to study the Gryffindor's strategies."
Malfoy huffed. "I would be, in they had any strategies. But no, you Gryffindor's are all about randomness, what's the point in trying to figure you out?" He tugged on one of her braided pigtails lightly and she pulled her hair away.
"Can I ask you a question?" She asked after a moment of silence.
"Shoot."
"Do you ever have…reoccurring dreams?"
"Sure." Ginny sighed with relief. She wasn't the only one! "I have this one that I favor ever so often, where I beat the entire Gryffindor team single handedly 360 to zip, and they're all on these super fast brooms, but mine's broken, so I have to ride a school broom and I win anyways, and Potter gets all huffed up and tries to deck me, but I beat the bloody crap out of him and—"
Ginny's heart fell slightly. "No, I didn't exactly mean the same dream…I meant like…" she sighed. "I don't even know how to describe it…"
"Try."
What a help…"It's like—" Ginny stopped as a group of Ravenclaw girls glanced towards them as they entered the library. "We can't talk here. Come on."
"Where are we going?"
"You're room."
"We are?"
"You're Head Boy, you've got a private room and we need privacy for this conversation."
Malfoy shrugged and led the way.
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When she had made herself comfortable on Malfoy's black and silver leather couch she let out a calming breath.
"You were saying?" Malfoy urged her on as he flopped down into a chair near the fireplace.
"It's like a reoccurring dream, only it's not the same as before…It's like…it continues…"
Malfoy gave her a questioning look. He obviously wasn't grasping the concept.
Ginny sighed. "When we go to sleep, we wake up the next morning to a new day, but still remembering the event of the last day. With me so far?"
Malfoy nodded.
"When I go to sleep here, I wake up there. When I wake up there, it's just like real life, it's a new day, but the events of the last…dream…are just like a yesterday there. Still following?"
Malfoy straightened slightly and leaned forward. "So you're saying that you think that you're—"
"Traveling to another time, another world, in my sleep."
"And how do you know they aren't just…dreams?" he questioned skeptically.
Ginny hesitated, but explained her "dream" the previous night. "And when I woke up…" she lifted the sleeve of her right arm to show the wrapped scrape. "I had a cut in the exact same place."
Malfoy's eyes widened slightly and a look of slight interest flashed through his grey eyes. "Has this…happened before?"
"Yes. When I get hurt there, I get her here, and vice versa."
Malfoy let out a long breath. "Bloody hell…"
"That's not all…"
Malfoy waited patiently for her to continue.
"The people…in this …other world, they resemble the people in my life."
Malfoy grinned. "So you dream about me, do you?"
Ginny rolled her eyes at the insinuation. "Slightly. Parker Windom. Blue eyes, blonde hair…an insufferable git…from what I perceive he's meant to be you."
Malfoy ignored the last comment. "Anything else interesting enough worth mentioning? Any other…characters?"
"A few." Ginny replied. "Charise, my maid, I think she's supposed to by Winky. She's a house elf." She explained to Malfoy's blank look. He nodded. "And Charlotte…I'm pretty sure that's Hermione because—"
A loud knock at Malfoy's door interrupted them. "Malfoy!" Hermione's voice sounded from the other side.
Malfoy seemed a tad perturbed by the interruption. "What?" he called back impatiently.
"Dumbledore requested a meeting with us!"
Malfoy sighed. "Be right there!" he turned to Ginny. "We'll continue this after lunch."
Ginny shook her head. "No good. Neville's supposed to tutor me in Herbology."
"Will that take long?"
"MALFOY!"
"I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!" he roared.
Ginny suppressed her smile. "With my marks it's likely to take all afternoon."
A low growl of frustration emitted from the back of Malfoy's throat. "I'll see you when I see you then."
"MALF—" Hermione's voice ceased at Malfoy ripped the door open.
"When I say I'm coming," he hissed. "It means I'm coming."
Hermione crossed her arms as Malfoy and Ginny exited the room. From the look she gave her, Ginny deducted that Hermione still wasn't too happy with the thought of Ginny conferring with Malfoy. And she most defiantly didn't look to happy that it took Malfoy five minutes to answer his door while they were locked in his room.
Ginny had explained time and time again that she and Malfoy were hardly friends, let alone anything else, but Hermione just didn't seem to want to believe that.
They nodded their parting as Malfoy and Hermione headed towards Dumbledore's office and Ginny headed back to her dorm, her arms again full of books.
She was in for some heavy reading.
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So? Whatcha think? Was it too confusing in the beginning?
I wanted to jump right into the plot; otherwise I seem to prattle on uselessly.
Charise: pronounced Sha-reese
There will be VERY little to NO fluff between Draco and Ginny if I can help it.
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