Chapter 2

Tuesday September 2nd, 1997
The Great Hall
Hogwarts Castle
6:08 p.m.

Ginny slowly made her way towards the Great Hall, reluctant to enter knowing what lay in store for her when her brother got a hold of her. It was part of the reason why after she left potions that morning that she had made her way out towards the lake, finding her favourite spot on the far side of it, not that far from the Hogwarts gates, where she knew nobody would see her let alone look for her, and spent the rest of the day outside reading. If it wasn't for the fact that she had missed lunch, she would not now be faced with having to enter the Great Hall for dinner.

Peeking around the door Ginny noticed her brother and his friends sitting halfway up the Gryffindor table apparently having a conversation that they didn't want the other Gryffindors to hear as there was quite a large space on either side of them. As quietly and unobtrusively as possible, Ginny made her way into the Great Hall, once again feeling the strange sensation she had been feeling since she had arrived at the castle the day before.

"Oi! Ginny!" Ron called just as Ginny was about to sit down at the end of the house table. "I saved you a seat."

With a sigh Ginny slowly made her way over to where her brother was sitting and took the empty seat to his right, careful not to let out a gasp when she felt Ron take a hold of her injured hand seconds after she sat down.

"What's this I hear about Zabini tutoring you in potions?" Ron questioned, giving Ginny's hand a rather painful squeeze.

Ginny bit her tongue…hard…to stop herself from hissing in pain as she felt Ron's grip tighten suddenly, her tear filled eyes searching out Blaise at the Slytherin table.

"It's not my fault," whimpered Ginny quietly. "Professor Snape…" she trailed off as she bit her lip to stop herself from crying out as Ron continued to tighten his grip on her broken hand. "Ron I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do…It's out of my control. I did everything I could to screw up the potion but he wouldn't let me. Please don't tell Mum. I'll find some other way I promise," Ginny said, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried desperately to suppress her tears, making sure her eyes were on the table when she felt one start to slide down her cheek.

"I'll let you off the hook this one time," Ron hissed in her ear. "Find some way to make sure that you do as Mum's told you or else I'll tell her you're not holding up your end of the bargain and then see what happens to you," he threatened giving her hand another painful squeeze, tightening his grip until he heard Ginny let out another whimper in pain. "Now get out of here before I do something you'll regret," he ordered.

Without raising her eyes from the table in front of her, Ginny rose from the table and quickly ran from the Great Hall.

"She's here," Blaise whispered under his breath when he spotted Ginny enter the Great Hall.

"I know," Draco said, he had felt a sudden wave of apprehension wash over him moments before she walked into the Great Hall.

"This looks all manner of bad," Blaise sighed when she sat down next to Ron and looked straight at him a moment later before returning her attention to Ron. Hearing Draco hiss, he glanced at him quickly, "What is it?"

"It's nothing," Draco said trying to ignore the pain in his hand.

"You're not talking to some random person you just met, I know better," Blaise countered quietly. "Hand, ribs, or cheek? Or somewhere else entirely?"

"I'm fi…Focáil! (fuck!)," Draco hissed, his fork clattering loudly to the table as it bounced off his plate, as he dropped his hand to his lap.

"Alright who charmed the silverware to heat up," Blaise levelled a glare at the students around them, everyone quickly turning away to avoid being suspected of doing something like that and he turned back to Draco, "Do you want to go to the Hospital Wing?" he asked softly, code for back to their room and his stones instead of trusting Poppy for anything if they could help it.

"What the focáil (fuck) is going on," hissed Draco as the pain in his hand suddenly spiked even more. "Bloody hell."

"Draco... Why don't we go to the Hospital Wing..." Blaise suggested softly, concern more than evident.

"Not yet," Draco managed to ground out while trying to make it sound normal.

"I don't like this Draco, not one bit..."

And you think I do?" Draco hissed in response. "You're not the one whose hand feels like it's been squashed in a door or something."

"Sorry Dra," he spoke softly, "What do you want me to do?"

"Find a way to get this to stop," Draco hissed before letting out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding as the pain in his hand suddenly released. Without waiting for a response from Blaise, he rose from his spot and strode as quickly out of the room as possible, not that far behind Ginny, who he saw running out of the main doors.

Draco stood there in the entrance hall for a few minutes trying to decide if he should go after her or not. /-/Protect her/-/ said a voice in his head, a voice that was definitely not his. "Bloody hell," he cursed quietly as he took off out the main doors in search of Ginny. As he ran down the front steps he could just make out the shape of a person running across the lawn. He took off after Ginny, chasing her all the way to the edge of the Forbidden Forest on the far side of the lake. He wasn't quite prepared for what he saw when he finally caught up with her though.

When Ginny ran from the Great Hall she never even considered where she was running, just letting her feet take her wherever they wanted. She just kept running and running until she finally couldn't run anymore, collapsing to her knees just feet from the Forbidden Forest on the far side of the lake, not that far from her favourite hiding spot. As soon as her knees hit the ground, she gave into all the pain and fear she was feeling as she allowed all her pent up tears to fall free. Wrapping her arms around herself protectively, making sure to be careful of her damaged hand and ribs, she doubled over as the tears overtook her, wracking her body as each sob was torn from her. She never saw the animal approach her, she just felt a gentle breath ghost over her head as a feeling of safety washed over her.

This was how Draco found her a few minutes later. Draco stopped in his tracks when he saw the eighteen hand high majestic white unicorn approach Ginny and softly nuzzle her hair. Not sensing any immediate threat from the animal, Draco slowly began to approach Ginny.

Sensing another's approach, the unicorn lifted its head and snorted in Draco's direction before backing away a few steps and dropping its head in a nod, indicating for Draco to continue his approach.

Not wanting to startle Ginny any, Draco kept his approach slow and stayed slightly to the side, keeping a bit of distance from her so as not to frighten her. "Weasley?" he called quietly. He tried calling her name a second time with still no response. He didn't know why and he couldn't explain it if someone asked him to but hearing the youngest Weasley crying was tearing him apart inside. Carefully he knelt down beside her and gently laid his hand on her back. "Ginny?"

"I'm sorry!" Ginny cried suddenly as she instinctively wrenched her body away from his touch, afraid of what he might do to her, not realizing that it wasn't Ron.

"Ginny?" Draco tried again, fighting the rather sudden and uncomfortable urge to pull her close.

"Malfoy?" demanded Ginny, his voice finally registered in her brain as she tried furiously to wipe away her tears. /-/Trust him/-/ a voice said inside her head, a voice that was definitely not hers.

Draco sat there and watched as her shocked expression turned to one of utter confusion. She looked like she had been about to say something after his name and then suddenly changed her mind before her tears started falling again.

"Oh God," Ginny cried as she started to collapse forward again.

When he saw her starting to fall forward, Draco reached out and pulled Ginny into his arms, thankful that she didn't protest or try to push him away.

As Draco sat there holding Ginny while she cried, neither one noticed the unicorn slowly make his way back to the forest's edge, where he stood standing watch over the couple as Draco comforted Ginny, never once asking her a single question, just simply holding her while she cried.

Draco didn't know how long he sat there holding Ginny or when exactly it was that her tears had stopped. He was just enjoying the feeling of having her in his arms, a feeling that felt right somehow. When he noticed that her crying had quietened and her breathing had evened out he looked down, only to discover she had fallen asleep in his arms. Placing a light kiss on her temple, he picked her up, careful not to wake her and began the long walk back to the castle.

Tuesday September 2nd, 1997
Seventh Floor, next to the North Tower
Hogwarts Castle
7:28 p.m.

Blaise quickly made his way down the corridor on the seventh floor that ran along by where the North Tower was, though there were no entrances to the tower beyond that at the base to the Divinations room, he stopped next to the tapestry of a lake in a meadow. Glancing down the halls just to make sure everything was clear, he raised his hand and brushed his fingers along the water of the tapestry before lifting the tapestry and opening the door that had appeared when normally it would be solid wall.

"Hello. Was starting to wonder if you got lost somehow."

Rolling his eyes he glanced at the woman currently smirking at him, "No, I'm not that distracted Luna."

"Good to hear," she smiled before glancing at their third companion, "So Neville said he had a note from you and Draco… And you sent a message to come…"

"What's going on?" Neville asked curiously as Blaise moved to sit down with a sigh.

"Where to begin," he chuckled humourlessly to himself. "When we arrived the other night we saw Ginny Weasley, didn't even recognize her for who she was at first till Pansy pointed it out. When we arrived at the school, Professor Snape pulled me aside to watch someone prepare a potion, he suspected the student was purposely sabotaging their practicals, imagine my surprise when who should enter the room with him but Ginny herself. Snape left her with a sixth year potion and I was hidden in the shadows and under an invisibility cloak. Made the thing perfectly, shouldn't have been able to in the first place but she did. Next thing I saw, she was going to throw the leftover ingredients in so I went to stop her, she fought me every step of the way and managed to still get a few in, didn't see it first hand but it brought back memories of Potions with you," he looked over at Neville and smiled.

"Stupid subject," Neville muttered.

"What happened next?" Luna pressed as she leaned forward, hands folded under her chin as she watched him, reaching up to quickly brush her hair behind her right ear when it fell to cover her face.

"Well when I basically pushed Ginny under the table after she managed to succeed in setting the potion off, she continued to fight me even though I was covering her with my body. I demanded to know why she would do such a thing and when she finally looked at me, she said something along the lines of 'it's you' and kissed me."

"Ginny!" Luna squeaked in surprise.

"Tell me you didn't tell Draco that little bit of information…" Neville asked as he sat back in surprise.

"Of course I did," Blaise glared at him a moment before sighing, "And yes as you imagine it didn't go over well, but when I told him about the vision I got…"

"Vision?" He had Luna's complete attention once more.

"When I was kissing her, I had a vision of me kissing a woman with light brown hair…"

"Bet that made Draco happy…."

"He was there," Blaise admitted, "It was all very strange and suddenly Ginny was panicking and racing out of there like the Labraid himself was there for the girl. Things only continued to get stranger I'm afraid. Draco woke this morning with quite a bit of pain, his hand, cheek, and ribs. From what I can tell he doesn't have any injuries but the muscles are strained, and there's a hint of magic there, Fey magic. I'm worried it might be Unseelie influence but…"

"But?" Neville pressed, his turn to be completely involved in what was going on now that they were discussing something involving his particular skills.

"Snape assigned me to work with Ginny during Potions until further notice, two interesting things happened during the period, the first being I noticed her hand was black and blue, the same hand that was hurting Draco, and there was a shadow on her cheek, same cheek… Obviously couldn't find out if her ribs were injured…"

"We noticed the shadow on her cheek, but she's kept her hand hidden today," Luna glanced at Neville who nodded, his mind already travelling in other circles even as he listened.

"Quite, and at dinner out of nowhere Draco's hand began to hurt even more, he put it as 'having your hand smashed in a door' I believe… At the time, Ginny was across the room sitting next to her brother, her brother who was quite upset when he figured out that I was working with Ginny even if it was on Snape's orders."

"You said something else happened that was interesting?" Luna asked as she stared at Neville and he at her, the two having some sort of conversation without words Blaise knew.

"Not for lack of trying mind you, but Ginny did have a completed potion thanks to more than a few rescues by me. When all was said and done she left expecting a Howler from her mother and made it clear that her having completed a potion was the one thing she was not suppose to do."

"Always knew she was smarter than her grades implied," Neville chuckled humourlessly, "And certainly wasn't in the same potion I was. We all know it was simply that I do not have any gift when it comes to a cauldron, but the research and such I am wonderful at. Ginny though… every now and again she'd answer a question that implied that she knew how to do it so the fact she has never had a practical work…."

"Was always just odd," Luna nodded. "Going to the vision and the connection between Ginny and Draco, cause the Gods and Goddesses know that's what it sounds like…"

"To be honest, I've always wondered if she could be Sídhe," Neville admitted, "I took Gin to the Yule Ball as I'm sure you remember, I asked her weeks before though no one knew, course we both had said that if Harry asked her she wasn't honour bound to attend with me… It was a week before, we were spending time outside in the snow, the night of the Full moon; she needed a break from watching Harry moon over Cho. For a moment I thought I saw… but I wrote it off as a play of light, none of us knew then about her brothers…"

"You know none of us can really see for sure…" Luna pointed out quietly, "Have you considered talking to River?"

"Draco refuses to bring her into this until we know more, you know how stubborn he can be…" he sighed. "Do you have any ideas about her injuries? Or Draco's corresponding injuries?"

The two exchanged a look once more before Neville sighed, "To be honest I wouldn't be surprised if Ron is harming her, he's got a horrible temper when it comes to Gin. And there's something else… she has horrible nightmares; her mother has been giving her a potion to counteract them since after the Chamber, when she forgets the potion she always has a dream that night. We're trying to find anything out about a young woman who was killed by someone by being stabbed in the stomach; she just revealed that is part of the dream last night on the way to the Castle."

"If she is Sídhe, perhaps it's something relating to a past life, how she died in her past life," Luna suggested, "Maybe she and Draco knew one another in a past life, a sibling bond transcending lives? It's happened…" she trailed off with a shrug before they all heard the telltale sign of the doorway being opened and looked towards the door as it opened.

As carefully as he could without waking the sleeping girl in his arms, Draco managed to get the door open behind the tapestry and step through.

"By the Morrigan's blade," Luna shot up when she saw him and Ginny, the other two rising as well.

"Here, let me take her," Blaise offered as he moved to Draco's side while Neville cleared off one of the couches from the few things lying about.

"I've got her," Draco said as he moved over to the couch Neville had just cleared and gently laid Ginny down.

"No…don…" she mumbled sleepily when Draco went to move away from her, her hand reaching out towards him, giving everyone in the room a clear view of the extent of the bruising.

Afraid of what might happen should Ginny wake, Draco carefully slipped himself onto the couch so that when he was sitting; Ginny's head was resting gently in his lap. Her breathing evening out once more once her head was in Draco's lap.

"Blaise filled us in on everything," Neville began as Luna found a blanket and laid it over Ginny.

"Well a few minor details were left out but..." Blaise nodded. "Neville thinks she might be Sídhe, we've even got a theory about the matching injuries and the vision..."

"Do you have a possible theory for this?" Draco said pulling the blanket and Ginny's sleeve back so that her hand was visible to the others.

"Actually we sorta do," Neville sighed.

"Give you three guesses even though you only need one," Blaise muttered darkly.

"Why would he do that? Aren't all you Gryffindors supposed to be loyal or something and the Weasley's are known for being an overly loving family? I mean they bloody well adopted the bloody boy who will not die afterall," growled Draco, who instantly regretted it when he heard a small whimper come from the vicinity of his lap. Hoping to soothe her, he began to gently run his fingers through her hair.

"No picking on Harry," Luna glared at him as Neville next to her shook his head before moving to a cupboard against one wall, explaining as he gathered things.

"Ron's got a wicked temper when it comes to Ginny. She's always been rather much the forgotten one, been fighting nightmares since the Chamber and it always seems they don't want to even admit the chamber happened... Her mother makes her drink this potion every night that when she does forget, she has a nightmare, same one every time... She takes it because she's told to, and to avoid the nightmares I think... Times I swear Ron would be happier not having a sister the way he ignores her except to 'talk' with her."

"And by talk you mean beat," demanded Draco, careful to keep his voice as neutral as possible.

"Nothing we've ever actually seen but... I honestly wouldn't doubt it," Neville nodded.

"That would explain her reaction when I first touched her," Draco mused.

"Gin doesn't trust many people really, I think Neville and I are the only ones she does here at school," Luna sighed.

"Blaise, can you," Neville asked as he held up a mortar and pestle in one hand, in his other arm was a number of herbs and things. Blaise quickly crossed to his side to take the two items.

"Do you remember anything about past lives Draco?" Luna asked softly as Blaise and Neville moved to a table to separate the items, Blaise began to work as Neville made his way back to Draco and Ginny's side, carefully lifting her hand to look at it.

"Careful," Draco snapped when he heard Ginny whimper slightly causing a sense of protectiveness to wash over him when Neville picked up her hand. "And no Luna, I don't remember anything about a past life."

"Looks like that theory might go out the window as they say," Luna glanced at Neville before focusing on Draco, "I was wondering if you were gaining her pain because of a sibling bond in a last life perhaps."

"Then again, just because you don't remember one doesn't mean you don't have one. We all know River had one even if she won't talk about it, and she's the first to say that most people don't remember theirs as young as she did, if they remember theirs at all..." Neville offered before rising and heading back to Blaise's side to take the paste the other man had finished.

"Perhaps we should talk to River..." Luna suggested carefully. "None of us have the knowledge to do this on our own. And if Ron is indeed hurting her like it's strongly starting to look, and she's a Sídhe... he has to be stopped even more than if she was simply mortal, as bad as that sounds I know," she shrugged. "There are Elves in the forest, I'm sure one knows Nódia and can get a letter to her to take to River..."

"No," Draco ordered. "I am not bringing my aunt into this until we have some sort of solid proof that a. she is a Sídhe, b. not an unseelie and c. she's actually being beaten by her brother."

"How exactly would you suggest we find proof for any of those things?" Neville countered as he knelt down by them, gathering a bit of the paste in his hand before taking her hand once more and as gently as he could spreading it across her skin. "None of us are old enough to be able to tell a Sídhe by sight, and she hasn't been marked by the King but that could simply be because Gin just turned sixteen, she just now would have fully come into her heritage and if she wasn't identified when she was younger," he shrugged. "As for Ron, she won't talk and he never does it where anyone can see, we can't exactly go phasing to wherever she's at to spy, we don't have invisibility capes and such to keep Ron from seeing us..."

"Not to sound like I don't think talking to River isn't a good idea, but what about talking to the twins before we go to River?" Blaise spoke up quickly. "They spent more time with her obviously than any of us, maybe could even look back and see if she ever showed signs or who knows maybe they saw something about Ron that at the time they simply didn't see for what it was, not wanting to think Ron could do such a thing..."

"We have a Hogsmeade weekend this Saturday, one of us needs to pay a visit to their shop and find out if they know anything," Draco said.

"Alright," Luna nodded, "We'll have the easiest time... And I'll see if I can reach Nódia, just to see if she knows of any Fey dying by stabbing in the stomach, say I'm researching just because, the Gods and Goddesses know she won't think anything about it if it's from me. And Nódia's the oldest save for the Elders so, if it happened she will probably remember..."

As they'd been talking, Draco's hand had slowly stopped its ministrations in Ginny's hair, which had been the only thing keeping her dreams from wandering too far into the dark places of her heart and soul.

"I think we have a problem," Draco said when he heard Ginny start to whimper and cry in her sleep, her head starting to thrash back and forth as if she was trying to stop something.

"She's been hiding all day, she must have missed that stupid potion," Neville groaned.

"Try this, maybe the stones will work long enough that she can relax," Blaise appeared with two smooth stones in hand, the purple lepidolite and the multi-coloured agate that he carefully held to the top of her head.

"What potion are they giving her? Do either of you know?" demanded Draco as he felt Ginny slowly settle back down, his hand once more going to her hair.

"Not a clue but..." Neville glanced at Luna.

"I'll get into the tower and try to get a sample."

"If we knew what they were giving her we might be able to come up some way to counter the effects. She can't deal with whatever it is that's haunting her if they continue to suppress the dreams," Draco said.

"I'll see what I can do before the Harvest moon, if we can get her outside the night of the moon, we can find out if she is a Sídhe then most likely..."

"She is," Draco said quietly.

"The Dark Moon," Luna breathed as she raised her eyes towards the ceiling, "You were outside with her..."

"Well, we have proof for one thing at least..." Neville glanced at Blaise, "Can we go to River now that we know she's a Sídhe?"

"And tell her what exactly Longbottom?" demanded Draco angrily.

"That her lover's sister is a Sídhe who Luna and I can vouch has been drugged for a number of years by her mother to block nightmares which sound suspiciously like memories of a past death and for some reason her Sídhe heritage hasn't been presenting itself though Draco did see it under the light of the Dark Moon. And this same girl we suspect is being harmed by her brother, but at the very least is being harmed by someone and every injury she receives, Draco gets a matching pain with the clear indication of Fey magic around the injury, and if that wasn't enough the one time Blaise was kissing her, shocking as that sounds initially, he got a flash that for all intents and purposes could be of him in bed with a brown-haired woman with Draco there as well. And did I mention Ginny's nightmare revolves around her being in a room with not one but two people and she's always felt like she has known them, the same feeling she got on September first when she was at King's Cross then just before we all got into the carriage which as irony would have it would be the first time she's seen either of you in months," Neville was very well on his way into a full out rant as he paced the room while Luna just rubbed her temples wearily.

"Fine," hissed Draco. "You two talk to the twins and find out if they know anything about their sister being abused by their brother but that's it. Do not mention anything about her being a Sídhe. As for my aunt, we tell her only that we believe we've located another Sídhe here at Hogwarts but we're not one hundred percent sure so we are going to watch this student and will inform her if anything significant happens," Draco told them, keeping the scene he had stumbled upon earlier when he found Ginny to himself for the time being.

"Alright," Luna nodded, sending Neville a look to keep him quiet. Blaise just nodded as he silently cast the spell that made the paste disappear even as its healing effects remained. The bruises wouldn't fade any faster, but the pain should be less, unless of course the injury was aggravated more and she'd have new pain thanks to that, something very likely it seemed. "We should get her back to the Tower..." she continued quietly.

"We should probably wake her, after we get out of the room of course..." Neville suggested after a moment of silence.

"And how exactly would you suggest doing that?" questioned Draco. "I don't think she'll take too kindly to waking up in my arms and I'm not about to dump her on the floor in the hallway…"

"NO!" Ginny cried out as she suddenly bolted upright, knocking herself off the couch in her disorientation, landing rather squarely in Blaise's lap.

"Um..." Blaise looked up at Draco, unsure just how to handle things since it had been made quite clear in Potions the last thing she wanted was to be near him...

Ginny slowly shook her head, trying to clear the images from her mind before lifting her gaze to meet Blaise's. "Oh God," Ginny mumbled before starting to scramble backwards, trying to get as much distance between her and Blaise as possible.

"Ginny," Luna began quickly as she rose and came towards the red-haired girl, "Ginny you're okay..."

Ginny's fear filled gaze never left Blaise as she continued to scramble backwards, never acknowledging Luna's words.

"Ginny..." Luna tried again before looking to Draco, "Your turn..." she whispered with a slight shrug.

Draco slowly rose from his spot on the couch and carefully made his way over to where Ginny had managed to back herself into the wall, keeping his steps slow and measured so as not to frighten her any more than she already was, especially since he wasn't completely sure about how she would react to him now that they were no longer in the unicorn's presence. When he was about half a foot away from her, he crouched down in front of Ginny. "Ginny," he called quietly, not wanting to startle her too much. "Ginny, look at me," he pleaded. When Ginny's gaze never wavered, he took a gentle hold of her chin and slowly turned her face towards him. "Dee look at me," he ordered gently as a pair of fear filled brown eyes slowly turned towards him. "You're safe here," he reassured as he put his hands on her upper arms.

Ginny frantically shook her head, her hands going to rest on Draco's outstretched arms.

"Dee, look at me," Draco ordered as Ginny's gaze started to turn back over his shoulder. "You're safe here, I promise," he said giving her arms a reassuring squeeze, hoping to stop the trembling he could feel under his hands.

"He's gonna kill me," Ginny sobbed, her head collapsing forward onto Draco's chest.

"Who is?" asked Draco as he wrapped his arms around Ginny, pulling her towards him so she was sideways onto him yet firmly within his arms.

"Blaise," whispered Ginny through her tears. "I saw it. The dream is always the same. He's gonna kill me," she said as she turned her face into Draco's chest and wrapped her arms around him, holding onto him like her life depended on it.

"Shh," Draco soothed as he rubbed Ginny's arm comfortingly, holding back on the urge to kiss the top of her head. "You're safe Dee, I'm not going to let him hurt you."

"You promise?" came the quiet question from his chest.

"I promise," Draco swore, this time giving into the urge and placing a gentle kiss on the top of Ginny's head.

"You know, I seriously think we need to re-evaluate talking to River," Neville whispered to Blaise who just stared at the two with a frown of confusion.

"I think I need to try and reach Nechtan for guidance, He might reveal something since I can't reach Elin like River can..."

"You haven't worked for a year with Elin yet, after that you will," Blaise spoke quietly before rising, "Let him know I went to our rooms, so she could have peace and I'll look into things," he continued softly before heading towards the door.

"Shh, grá mo chroí (love of my heart)," Draco soothed as he pulled Ginny away from him slightly and gently ran his thumb over her cheeks wiping away her tears. "He won't hurt you. You have my word on that."

Luna glanced at the two, then Neville before shrugging and making her way across the room to one of the many bookcases and searching through the books until she picked one up and moved back to the couch, opening it she started at the first page as she moved through the history, looking for a name that might sound like 'Dee' or that 'Dee' could be a nickname for as Neville just sat down to wait, cleaning the healing stones kept there in the secret chamber.

"I saw that," Draco teased lightly when he saw Ginny try to stifle a yawn. "It's getting late and you've had a rather eventful day. Why don't you let Neville get you back to the tower safely and you can get some sleep," he suggested.

"I don't want to go back there," Ginny said quietly.

"I know grá mo chroí (love of my heart), but we don't have a choice in the matter. I'll find some way to help you through this, I promise, you just have to give me some time alright?"

Ginny nodded reluctantly in agreement.

"Good, come on, let's get you up," Draco said as he pulled away and stood up before taking Ginny's hands in his and helping her to her feet. "Neville, can you get Ginny back up to the tower?"

"Of course," Neville nodded as he rose and hurried over to them. "Ready Gin?"

Ginny nodded silently as she stepped away from Draco and took Neville's arm, not sure she would be able to make the walk to the tower without help she was so tired.

"Come on, we'll say you were studying with me and Luna in her room," Neville continued softly as they moved out of the room.

"I'll meet you in the morning before breakfast Gin," Luna called after them.

"Okay," Ginny said quietly as she let Neville lead her down the hall. "Ron's going to be upset with me."

"Ron's upset with the world on a whole," Neville countered quietly, "If you need to get away from him, come find me okay? Luna will come stay in the tower tonight if you want company, just say the word Gin."

"I missed my potion, he's going to…" Ginny trailed off as her eyes dropped to the floor in front of them. "I'm just so tired Neville," she said laying her head on his shoulder. "I'm so tired of taking this stupid potion, of pretending to be someone I'm not, just to keep them happy."

"I know Gin," he nodded before carefully moving to face her and tilt her chin up so she looked at him, "Listen to me okay. You don't have to pretend anymore. Be who you are, perhaps not in front of Ron or your family right now, but you can be who you are still. Luna, me, Draco, we all want desperately to see the girl we know shine, to get to know the girl that we've been allowed peeks at but never been able to see all of. As for the potion, give me and Luna a bit of time and we might be able to figure out another way for you to manage the dreams consciously, where you won't be dependant on the potion and won't have any side effects that you could have been dealing with all this time and none of us saw them for what they were..."

"If I don't take it Ron'll tell Mum and then…I can't go back there Neville. If I do I'll never get out. Mum said it was for my own good. I didn't mean to do it, Riddle made me…"

"Shh," he whispered quickly, "Hey, we won't let Ron know that you aren't taking it okay, if we can figure out a way, we'll all work together to make sure that you'll be safe first and foremost. You won't go back, I swear. If I have to, I'll use that bat bogey curse you taught me on Ron and anyone who gets in the way."

"Can you get me to my dorm without Ron hassling me?" asked Ginny quietly. "I just want to sleep."

Neville glanced up and down the empty hall before focusing on her intently. "Do you trust me Gin?"

"More than anybody," Ginny said.

"Okay, don't panic alright?" he continued softly as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. A moment later the hallway faded away and the Sixth Years dorm faded in, thankfully empty like he expected.

"What did you just do?" asked Ginny. "You know what, never mind. I don't think I want to know and quite frankly I don't think my brain could process anymore today," she continued before Neville could say anything, walking over to her bed, removing her robe and shoes as she did before collapsing on top of her bed.

"Get some rest Gin, and I promise I'll explain everything when you're ready," he smiled as he walked over and pulled a lighter blanket over her. "Here, it may seem silly but keep these under your pillow tonight," he held out the stones they'd used earlier to calm her when the nightmare came. "You need either Luna or I, just grab one of these and think about one of us okay? We'll know and we'll get to you."

"Thank you," Ginny said quietly, taking the stones from Neville and putting them under her pillow before closing her eyes.

"Where's Blaise?" asked Draco when the door had closed behind Neville and Ginny.

"He went back to your rooms, so Ginny wouldn't be quite so upset with him being here, and to do research he claimed," she answered without looking up. "Have you ever heard about a person being reincarnated within fifty years of their past life? I can't think of any but... I'm not sure if I should just skip this century entirely or not..."

"The only person I've ever known who has been reincarnated is my aunt," Draco said as he started for the door. "I'm going to see what Blaise is up to. Have fun researching."

"Thanks," she called, again without looking up. Frowning to herself, she raised her head, "Do you know when her last life was?" she asked, stopping him.

"You'd have to ask her since every time I've tried to ask her she changes the subject," Draco replied.

"Okay, thank you," she nodded more to herself before going back to the book.

Draco made his way through the halls back towards the dungeon chambers he shared with Blaise, going over everything that had happened within the last thirty-six hours and trying to figure out what was going on between the little Weasley, him and his lover. As silently as possible, he made his way into the room he shared with Blaise, not surprised to find his lover sitting on their bed engrossed in what looked to be the very same book that Luna herself was reading. "Hello lover," Draco said by way of greeting from his spot leaning against the doorframe.

Blaise raised his head and unconsciously smiled at Draco before absently brushing a lock of hair behind his ear and looked back down at the book, "Hello a rún (my dear)," he replied, "How's she doing?"

"Liam's taking her back to the tower," Draco replied.

"She's exhausted," he nodded. "How are you?" he continued, raising his eyes once more.

"I'm fine, as always," Draco smirked as he pushed off the doorframe and made his way across the room and into the closet, emerging a few minutes later in a pair of silk green pyjama pants, showing off his Quidditch built chest as he pulled the leather tie out of his silvery blonde hair, allowing it to hang loose down his back to his waist.

"Always knew you were fine," Blaise couldn't help but smirk as he moved slightly, setting the book off to the side as Draco came towards the bed.

"And you're wearing too many clothes a rún (my dear)," Draco teased as he climbed onto the bed.

"Perhaps you're wearing too few," Blaise countered with a smile.

"Well if that's the way you feel about it," Draco shrugged as he climbed over Blaise onto his side of the bed before lying down. "Goodnight then," he said as he pulled the blanket up to his hips and closed his eyes.

"You are evil," Blaise growled as he rolled over Draco, arms bracing him as he leaned over the blonde. "You really expect me to believe you're just going to go to sleep..."

"What else would you expect me to do since you apparently are not in the mood tonight and I seem to recall that a certain redhead is tucked away in her dormitory for the night," Draco replied with a smirk.

"Should I be concerned you're thinking about sleeping with a certain redhead?" Blaise asked curiously as he sat back, straddling Draco's legs as he slowly began to unbutton his shirt. "Although on the other hand I suppose it's only fair considering I did kiss the girl and had a vision in the process..." he mused.

"And shouldn't I be the one that's worried about you and a certain redhead?" questioned Draco as his eyes followed the movement of Blaise's hands as each button was undone. "I seem to recall you telling me that in this vision of yours you were in bed with her, kissing her."

"I wasn't alone lover," Blaise countered, "Which of course leads to all sorts of questions and ideas... Of course she also wasn't a redhead so..." he shrugged after undoing the last button and letting the shirt fall open, moving his hands instead to rest on Draco's abdomen before ever so slowly spreading them over his torso as he leaned back down, his lips hovering just over Draco's. "What do you think mo thaiscí (my treasure), have any ideas of what it would be like to have Ginevra here with us..."

"I think it would be strange at first and yet something inside of me tells me that she belongs here with us. Something happened earlier…," Draco trailed off in a moan as Blaise's hands hit a rather sensitive spot.

"I know," Blaise whispered as he moved to trail kisses along Draco's neck, tongue swirling over where his pulse was strongest. "You recognized her a rún (my dear), and she did you... That theory of Léana's, you weren't siblings, you were lovers," he continued as he trailed kisses along smooth skin, sucking gently on one of his lover's nipples.

"But from where…when…and what makes you think we were lovers?" questioned Draco as he ran his hands over Blaise's head, taking the tie out of his long silky black hair, allowing it to fall freely over his shoulder.

"I would certainly hope I'd never get a vision of you in bed with your sister Dragon," Blaise raised his head to look at him, one eyebrow raised before he stretched out and pressed his lips quickly to Draco's. "The connection is there mo chroí (my heart), the only reasonable explanation would be that in a past life you don't remember, you were lovers. As for the where and when... that's to be figured out later."

"Mmm later," purred Draco. "Shall we see if this odd little connection between the littlest Weasley and myself works the other way and see if we can't give her some pleasant dreams for a change?" he asked as he began lavishing kisses on the pulse point on Blaise's neck.

"Evil, evil man," Blaise groaned, "She deserves some pleasant dreams, only fair we do our best to provide."

"Definitely," Draco purred as he suddenly flipped them over so that Blaise was pinned underneath him before capturing his lips in a searing kiss.