Bad Dreams

Chapter 2: Bad Dreams

Luna soon connected the dots between blazing red hair and her good friend Ginny.

"Hello Ginny," Luna said dreamily.

"Hi," was all that Ginny managed to say, she was entrapped in Luna's silvery misty eyes.

Luna stood upright so she could look directly and Ginny, but then decied that she was much more comfortable sitting. So she sat down on the bench and began to read The Quibler once more.

Ginny just stood there in silence watching Luna read. She was no longer enamored in her eyes but her gaze seemed to stray lower. She stoped at her lips and let her thoughts wonder...'I wonder what it would be like to kiss them...' She looked lower to her slender neck. '...and her neck too...'

Ginny had always fancied Luna, though she never spoke of it though she often thought it. On the rare occasion that she wasn't having nightmares about Tom, she dreamed of Luna. She dreamed of touching and kissing every inch of her body. Wondering what it would be like to be ontop of her, to be inside her, to feel her inside herself.

"Luna," Ginny said, there was no response. "Luna?" she said again, but with more confidence.

"Yes," she replied and looked up at her.

"I was just wonder...you know since everyones pretty much gone...well...you see i have nightmares and i was wondering..."

Ginny's confidence had faded almost as quickly as it arose.

"I was just hoping that maybe, you could spend the night in the Gryffindor dormitries...with me."

There was a pause and Luna looked suprised. Though you could never be sure if that was a real look of suprise, because she tended to always have that stunned suprised look on her face.

"I just have these terrible nightmares and since no ones here..."

She was cut off from a voice behind her.

"I'm here Ginny,"

Ginny whirled around and saw who the voice belonged to. It was like a bad dream, not the once she normal ones with Tom but a bad dream just the same.

"Hello Harry," Said Luna.

Hermione and Ron being was not the only reason Ginny had not want to go back to the burrow this holiday. The other reason was Harry. Harry was also supose to go and these past few weeks he had being more awkward than ever. He kept trying to find a reason to touch her and be alone with her. It seemed that these feeble attempts at flirting was due to Hermione let it slip that she fancied him. But the truth was she never fancied him, that's just what she told Hermione so she would stop bugging her about boys.

Now there he stood, like a bad dream.

"Harry...um...I thought you were going to the burrow for the holiday?" Ginny asked nervously.

"Well I heard you were staying and I thought you might like some company," He explained, though not to her satisfaction.

"Oh...well...that's nice..."

Again she was cut off, but this time it wasn't Harry.

"I'd love to," Luna's voice rang clear throught the awkwardness.

"What?" Ginny turned to face her.

"I'd love to spend the night in the Gyriffindor dormitries," Luna clarified. "I've always wanted to see them and I wouldn't want you feeling unsafe."

Ginny couldn't hold in her excitment any longer. Her cheeks turned a dark shade of red that made her hair envious. Only one word could escape her mouth.

"Wonderful!"