I would like to reiterate- I started to write this when I was fourteen. I am now twenty-two years old, but don't have to heart to ruthlessly edit it. Future chapters will be better. As it is, forgive me if the first 3(ish) are a bit shit.

Chapter 2

A dream is your creative vision for your life in the future. You must break out of your current comfort zone and become comfortable with the unfamiliar and the unknown.
Dennis Waitley

Ginevra Weasley looked around, but could see nothing but white mist swirling around her in a seemingly endless chamber. She knew that she should feel afraid, but felt unable to do so. She knew that was strange, but was even disconnected from the idea of that. She felt numb. She blinked, testing whether or not the white mist would fade from her vision, and wasn't surprised when it remained. As she watched, a white figure emerged from the racing currents of mist. She knew the pale blonde hair which sat above his chiselled features instantly. Draco Malfoy.

"What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," he retorted, putting his hands into black trouser pockets. He looked around them, and Ginny realised his usual maliciousness had been replaced – although probably temporarily - with curiosity.

"Where is 'here' exactly?" Ginny asked, reaching out a hand and swirling it in the fog. Draco shrugged in response.

"Well, mini-Weasley, all I remember is your idiotic brother shouting, and… here we are. I think we're unconscious," he paused, glancing once more at their surroundings. "That explains the cliché choice of décor at least." Ginny sighed, remembering a certain spell involving slugs which had backfired on her brother Ron. He wasn't the luckiest when it came to spells going awry.

"What did he shout that made this happen?" she asked. Draco thought for a moment, grey eyes looking up towards more mist that surrounded them. His shoulders suddenly slumped and very slowly his eyes scanned back down to Ginny, one eyebrow arched.

"Oblivate. I always knew your brother was a useless wanker, the daft bastard said 'oblivate' instead of 'obliviate'. Buggered if I know what's happened because of his mistake."

"Well is this your head or mine?" asked Ginny carefully. She was irritated at her brother, but damned if she'd let Malfoy see it.

"Both I think."

"But I don't want to be in your head! God knows what's lurking around in here." Ginny's voice was carefully neutral. She hoped any concern would be masked by her sarcasm.

"Deal with it, Weasley," he snapped. "Do you honestly think I want to be here at all? No matter whose head this may be, the fact remains that we are stuck in a bloody dream world! Currently all I want is to get out of this fog. It's making me…" At his words the fog shone bright white for a moment, and then the currents moulded themselves into the corridor of Hogwarts that the two had previously been standing in, perfect in every detail, including Ginny's books scattered across the ground. Both teens looked around in surprise.

"And I want a pony?" tested Ginny.

"What the blo…"

A whinny cut Draco's sentence short. Very slowly he turned his head to look behind him, and saw a small, white pony trotting along the corridor towards Ginny. She stood, mouth open in awe, and did not move as the animal stopped before her.

"Well isn't that interesting," stated Draco in wonder. Ginny ran her hand along the pony's back, the white hair gleaming and soft beneath her palm.

"Oh, Merlin," she muttered. She looked over at Draco, and caught his eye. The two stared at each other in wonder for a moment, before Ginny looked to see the pony turning its head and nuzzling her waist with a shining white nose. Draco stepped forward and laid his hand on the ponies back curiously.

"Right. So we've established that if you want something all you have to do is ask," he laughed shortly "I'm guessing that won't apply to getting out?" Ginny frowned.

"I want to wake up," she tested. The walls around them seemed to shake for a moment, a dull shimmer between cracked stone, and then everything fell still.

"Are you daft, Weasley?" asked Draco, bewildered.

"No harm in trying," she countered.

"So there must be another way," he continued.

"We hope," she muttered. And at that moment, she really, really did.