A/N: Thank you for the new followers and the reviews! It means so much to me. I apologize for the delay. Here's a short chapter to tide you over and hopefully another chapter very soon!
Ginny woke the next morning in Draco's arms with no memories of any dreams. Startled, she sat up. Was she dreaming now? How could she not have any dreams?
Draco blinked sleepily at her, "what's wrong?" he asked.
Shaking her head, Ginny reached out and touched his cheek, his hair, ran her hand down his chest. He felt real but so did her dreams. Not caring, she stood from the bed naked and looked around. She took a deep breath—the room smelled familiar now. There was light coming in from the window. It felt real and she wasn't in the chamber.
Her heart began to slow, then she turned and hit something sold and warm. Immediately, she began to struggle with the arms around her waist.
"Ginny, what's wrong?" Draco asked again, loosening his grip and allowing her to move away from him. She bumped into the bed and sat down, putting a hand over her heart.
She looked up at Draco as he approached. His eyes a silvery gray—no hint of red.
"I'm not dreaming?" she asked, still not trusting herself.
Draco smirked, then knelt before her. "No," he said and placed his hands on her thighs, thumbs gently stroking.
"I can't remember the last time…" she trailed off, not trusting herself.
"The last time?" Draco prompted her, his voice was lower now.
She remembered how good it felt she share her secret before and spoke without thinking, mind still in a haze. "The last time I didn't have nightmares of the Chamber of Secrets."
Draco met her gaze, no longer stroking her thighs. Instead, an expression she couldn't read settled on his features. The dark circles beneath his eyes were no longer so dark and with the sun streaming through the window, his hair gleamed. He really was handsome, she realized, reaching forward to touch his hair. Had she noticed before or had she been too distracted by Harry?
She met his eyes and saw the desire in his gaze. Finally, she noticed the way he was stroking her thighs. He leaned down and kissed either side of her thigh and her heart began to pound. He paused only a moment before he kissed the apex of her thighs, then slowly licked her up to her clit. Her hands found his hair as he continued tasting her, slow and teasing.
Yes, Ginny decided. This was much better way to spend her time.
Ginny went to all of her classes, shared pastries with Neville, and even did her homework in the Gryffindor common room. She couldn't remember the last time she'd done her homework. Her brain seemed to be functioning properly for the first time since she'd read Dumbledore's letters months ago. She talked with friends she hadn't acknowledged in too long.
It was a good day.
When the evening came, she heard no word from Draco, and found herself pondering her bed. Could she tempt fate and sleep again? Her head begged her to rest. If she could get one more night's sleep, then she'd be ready for whatever tomorrow brought. She would be ready to face Lord Voldemort. She'd be ready to do whatever necessary to help Harry destroy him.
Hopeful, Ginny tucked herself into bed and fell asleep instantly.