He was in a strangely comfortable room; covered with tapestries and a large fire was roaring in the grate.
His feet were taking him over towards a beautiful girl who was hunched over a rather long piece of parchment scribbling away with her quill.
He sat down and looked in a nearby mirror and nearly jumped. His skin was pale and his eyes slit like, and he was wearing a long black cloak.
The girl looked up in surprise and she held tight to the letter she was writing.
But suddenly out of nowhere and boy with sleek blonde hair flew through the air pointing his wand at Voldemort.
Draco felt instant pain as he doubled over screaming at the top of his lungs.
Draco's body grabbed Ginny by the arm and pulled her through the heavy door; lifting the curse as he ran.
Voldemort ran after them but he knew it was futile. They would have already apparated out of there.
But no matter, he apparated into the Weasley home firing the Avada Kederva at anything that moved.
Only Charlie was unfortunate enough to be the only one home that day; and also unfortunate enough to meet Voldemort.
Draco woke up in a cold sweat.
"It did not happen" he repeated over and over again.
He slid a robe on over his pajamas and began down stairs.
He went as close as possible to the fire and lied there for about an hour but he realized he couldn't just sit there and wait to fall asleep so he cast a sleeping spell in the room and he felt drowsy the moment he crossed the doorway.
He dreamt a dreamless sleep and awoke that morning groggy as ever but dressed and went down to breakfast with out saying a word to Ginny or any one else.
But what Draco didn't know was that Ginny had had the same frightening dream