Chapter Six: Reconciliations
Ginny didn't know what to do. Should she tell someone what she had dreamed? What would they do? They'd tell her it was just a nightmare. She thought. Then she'd feel like some seven year old, who was afraid of the dark.
"It was just a dream." She repeated to herself.
But every night after that she dreamt it over and over again. Sometimes she'd wake in the night, cold sweat clinging to her body. She'd lay awake the rest of the night, afraid to dream again.
It was always the same. Draco and her would be in the forest, something would distract her and Draco would disappear. That's when the shadow would come out, breathing hoarsley, and inch closer and closer to her. She'd never see a person, just the shadow, but she knew who the shadow belonged to.
After three nightmare filled nights, Ginny began to slump from class to class, barely aware of her surroundings. Dark circles appeared under her eyes, and Ron was too proud to ask if anything was wrong. Hermione's nose was always stuck in a book, and Harry only asked once.
A huge test was coming up in potions, and it was rumored another test was being expected in Care of Magical Creatures. Ginny found it hard to concentrate on her notes. She was in the library, reading about yecks when her eyes closed, and her head fell into the book.
Someone was pushing her arm, trying to wake her.
"Mum! Ron used my bra as a sling shot..again." Ginny mumbled into the books binding.
A soft laughing woke Ginny up. She turned her head to see Draco, an amused smile on his face.
"Where am I?" Ginny asked, pushing strands of hair out of her eyes.
"The library. And I'm sorry about your bra." Draco smirked.
Ginny's face turned red. "Mary tried telling me I talked in my sleep."
"Apparantly, you also drool." Draco pointed to a moist puddle on the books page, causing Ginny's blush to deepen.
"What do you want?" She asked, wiping sleep from her eyes.
"Well, Madame Pince asked me to wake you up. She said if you wanted to sleep, then go to your room."
Ginny looked towards the front of the library, and saw an irate Madame Pince staring back. She closed the book, and carried it towards the shelves.
"I'm gonna fail." Ginny mumbled, trying to shove the book into a shelf that was too high.
"Here, let me." Draco easily pushed the book into its place. "So why are you going to fail?"
"I haven't slept soundly in three days, I have two tests coming up, and I can't keep my eyes open long enough to study."
"Why can't you sleep?"
"Because of the nightmares." Ginny said, then clapped her hand over her mouth.
"What nightmares?" Draco asked, his aloofness gone. He seemed genuinely curious.
"Oh, it's nothing. I've been meaning to go to Pompfrey and ask for a Dreamless Sleep potion. Don't worry." Ginny tried playing it off.
"I thought we were friends." Draco sneered.
"Look, I haven't told anyone...I can handle it. Now if you want to help me you can start by going over my homework and telling me what I did wrong." Ginny walked back to her table, followed by Draco.
That's what their friendship consisted of. Draco would help her with her work, and she'd help him with his. It took more energy on Ginny's part, for Draco thought he knew everything, and argued every answer Ginny gave him. They had soon finished studying, the sun was nearly gone ,and the torches in the library suddenly flickered to life. Their books were closed, and they were merely talking.
"Draco, besides Quidditch, what do you do?" Ginny had been pondering this question for a long time. She'd never seen him take interest in anything.
"I dunno, I read, I go for walks...what do you do?"
"I draw, as you already know...Oh!" Ginny reached into her bag and pulled out her notebook. "I finished your portrait!" She showed him the page he was drawn on. He didn't look interested, or if he did, he didn't show it. He began flipping through the pages.
"How many have you drawn of me?" He asked, seeing there were at least half a dozen of him alone, in many poses. There was even one of him on a broom.
"Oh, not many." Ginny now wished she hadn't shown him.
"Where is this? The Forbidden Forest? And what's this shadow?"
At that Ginny grabbed the notebook. "Nothing!"
Draco looked at her angrily, then leaned in closer and whispered. "Look, Weasley, I could care less about what you draw. Don't lie to me...I know whose it is." He stood up quickly, causing his chair to shoot out behind him.
Ginny looked on, sadly, as Draco left the library, not even looking back.
"Great, now you have no one." Ginny muttered to herself.
~*~*~
Draco stared uninterested at the food on the table. He kept thinking about the dreams he'd been having, and apparantly Ginny had been having them too. He also knew who the shadow belonged to. He'd seen it the night his Dad went missing.
He wanted to talk about it with Ginny, see if they could make sense of it. What if others were having these dreams? The thought seemed possible, but not likely. It was probably only him and Ginny, and she refused to talk about it.
Maybe his definition of friendship was realy screwy, but he thought it entailed telling one another their problems. Maybe Ginny didn't really want to be his friend. Maybe he was just some school project that she wanted to get a good grade on, and once it was over, she'd throw it away and never think of it again. Draco frowned at the mashed potatos in front of him.
"Draco, you haven't eaten a bite." Pansy said, concerned.
"Stuff it!" Draco said.
"Well, if you would, then you'd be eating." Pansy said in a humpf, and left him alone.
~*~*~
That night Ginny had the dream again. She didn't even know why she went to sleep at all, if she knew what was waiting for her. But this one was a little different. Draco stayed with her the whole time, and Ginny (the dream Ginny), knew what was coming, but kept going further into the forest. She heard moaning coming from the forest. Faces were twirling and swirling in the tree bark, wide, gaping mouths stretched out in agony. And there was the shadow. Draco was between Ginny and the shadow, almost as if he was protecting her.
"Draco!" Ginny yelled, and woke up.
"Ginny, that's the fourth time this week." Mary said groggily from her bed. "I think you should go to someone."
"I already have." Ginny lied.
"Maybe you should tell your brother."
"No!" Ginny didn't want to imagine what Ron would do if he found out Ginny was dreaming about Draco and Voldemort.
Mary watched Ginny as she lay back down. She had a funny feeling that Ginny didn't go back to sleep. As soon as day light poured through the windows she crept out of her bed and got dressed, making sure Ginny wasn't looking. She headed down to the common room and waited.
"Oy, Ron!" Mary called as Ron and Harry came trudging down the boys stair well.
"Hm?" He asked, a little tiredly.
"I have to tell you something...alone." Mary eyed Harry, who got the point and said he'd wait in the Great Hall. "Ginny has been having nightmares, and I mean serious nightmares. She hasn't gotten any sleep in the past week, and she keeps yelling someones name."
"Whose?" Ron asked, fearing it woudl be Voldemort's.
"Draco's." Mary said.
Ron's face turned red with anger. His fists clinched and he murmured about murdering a certain Slytherin. He left the room stomping.
"Maybe I shouldn't have told him." Mary said to herself.
Ron had one goal in mind as he made his way through the corridors to the Great Hall; kill Draco. Now he had gone too far. It was somewhat fair for him to insult Ron and Harry, and maybe even pick a few fights, but to get to him through Ginny...that was just sick, and the last straw. Ron flung the doors open, and searched the Slytherin table for that speck of silver hair. When he found it, he made his way over to Draco, and pushed him into the table.
"What's your problem?" Draco yelled, standing up.
"I think you already know!" And Ron pushed him again.
Draco stared at Ron and desperately would have loved to just sock him in that pink head of his, but the teachers were watching.
"Let's take this outside, shall we?" Draco said, eyeing the head table. It seemed no authority figure had seen the pushes, and Ron followed Draco out towards the lawns.
Without saying a word, Ron lunged at Draco, knocking him to the ground.
"You bastard! What did you do to my sister?" Ron shouted, getting a few blows at Draco's head.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Draco shoved Ron off of him, and returned the blows.
By now the two were bloddied up pretty bad, but they were still going at it. After a few minutes, they both grew tired, and were just laying on the ground, looking up at the sky through black eyes.
"What's this about your sister?" Draco managed to say through deep breaths.
"She's screaming your name at night, as if you didn't know." Ron replied.
"I didn't know. And I didn't do anything to her."
Ron looked over at Draco, a little confused. "Well this is awkward."
"Only for you." Draco sat up and brushed some grass off his cloak. "Lots of girls scream my name at night." Draco smirked, only causing Ron to look even angrier than he was before. "Just back off! I was trying to be funny."
"You sure have a sick way of going about it."
"So did she tell you about her dreams?" Draco asked.
"Um, not exactly...one of her room mates told me."
"Wait, you didn't even notice her getting a little sick? Not even the bags under her eyes?" Ron shook his head, staring at his hands. "What a hypocrite!" Draco stood, and left Ron to ponder his thoughts.
~*~*~
As soon as Ginny sat down, she was bombarded with a thousand questions by Ron about why she didn't tell him she was having trouble sleeping. She looked angrily at Mary, who kept her head down.
"Look, Ron, I can handle it." Then she smiled.
"Ginny, I think you should tell Madame Pompfrey, she might have something you could take."
"Ron, just leave me alone!" Ginny stood and left the table. She was furious with everyone trying to fix her. No one pays any attention to her until they want to tell her to do something. She was sick and tired of being babied, she just wanted to handle things her own way.
She was so mad she arrived at Potoins a little early, causing Snape to look at her a little suspiciously.
"Um, I need help with the potion we're going to be doing today." Ginny said, trying to pass the time.
Snape looked up from his desk as if no one in their right mind had asked him for help. He almost didn't know how to reply.
"Miss Weasley, you had four days to prepare for the lesson, and you wait until the last twenty minutes to do something about your thick head?" Ginny's face turned pink. "I suggest next time you get your act together...now sit down."
Ginny sat meekly behind her desk. No matter how mad she was, she wasn't about to let her anger explode anywhere near Snape. He'd just absorb it, then shoot it back at her ten fold!
The class slowly filled, and Ginny kept her head behind her cauldron, so as not to bring attention to herself. She managed to slide by with the potion, making it only a little runny, but she got the coloring right on the dot. Snape seemed to take too long hovering over her potion, as if he was affronted she had not failed. Ginny gave a small smile, but Snape meerly scowled.
The rest of the day sort of lagged on, until Ginny found herself sitting at the Gryffindor table by herself, eating dinner. She refused to take any more orders from Ron, and lost her trust in Mary. If she wasn't so hungry, she would have left altogether. She was so busy concentrating on ignoring Ron, that she hadn't noticed someone else staring at her.
Ginny dressed for bed that night, but made no plans to sleep in her bed. She looked at the dreamcatcher warily, knowing what was held in it. She waited until everyone else were snoring in their sleep. Then she slowly got out of bed, slipped on some slippers and a cloak, then made her way out of the Gryffindor tower. The Fat Lady was too tired to reprimend her, and Ginny didn't light her wand until she was safe on the Hogwarts lawns.
It was harder in the dark to find her way to the secret cove. She hadn't been there the past month, and her wand was shaking because of her shivering. The nights were growing colder.
Finally she found the blanket, a little moist, and draped it across the equally moist lawn. She sat there, trying to keep herself warm, and watched the stars reflection twinkle on the lake's water.
"I thought you'd show up." A voice from behind said. Ginny didn't even have to turn around to see who it was.
Draco sat next to her, and a few minutes of silence past between them. A slight breeze played at the tops of the trees, and the constant splashing of the small wavlettes splashing on the banks were the only sound. And then out of nowhere Ginny began to cry. It was like all her feelings that were bottled up inside her were suddenly being released through her tears. It felt good and comforting to cry, as if she was ridding herself of a terrible burden.
"Er, are you ok?" Draco asked, not certain what he should do.
Draco didn't look like the kind of person you could lean on when feeling bad, let alone cry a river on his shoulder, but seeing as there was a lack of companionship, Ginny let her head fall onto his shoulder and began to sob. Draco, unsure of what to do, rigidly put his arm around her shoulder.
"Oh, Draco..." Ginny said, as if his touch triggered speech. "I don't know what to do! These nightmares--they're ruining my life! I can't sleep, and don't feel like eating. And I'm scared." Ginny whispered the last part, and looked up at Draco for comfort.
Draco waited to speak, trying to gatherhis thoughts together. "I've been having dreams too." He cleared his throat and told her of his dreams, which mirrored Ginny's.
"But what does it mean?" Ginny asked, completely rid of tears. "Is You-Know-Who going to come...to Hogwarts?"
Draco didn't know if he should tell her the rumors that were being spread. His father's disapearence. He didn't want to worry her any more than she was and said, "I just think they're nightmares. I'll make you something so you won't have the dreams again, alright?"
Ginny nodded, then layed her head back on his shoulder, and thought how much Draco had changed. She liked to think it was because of her, but had a nagging feeling there was something deeper there. Her mind swiftly changed thoughts, and suggested that they both head back to their towers before they were caught. They said good night at the entrance, and left.
(A/N: Ok, I know this chapter is longer, but that's why it took so long for me to write it! Thanks again guys for your wonderful reviews! I love them so much, they make me feeling good 'bout myself..teehee. For those of you who are wondering, I picture Draco as a mix between Jason Wade of Lifehouse and Alex Band of The Calling. Jason's body, and Alex's head ::drools:: they're both such hotties!
AND, I'm getting to the really good part, the reason I started this story. And yes, the dreams are foreshadowing!!! DUN DUN D UNNNNNNNN!!!!!!)
Ginny didn't know what to do. Should she tell someone what she had dreamed? What would they do? They'd tell her it was just a nightmare. She thought. Then she'd feel like some seven year old, who was afraid of the dark.
"It was just a dream." She repeated to herself.
But every night after that she dreamt it over and over again. Sometimes she'd wake in the night, cold sweat clinging to her body. She'd lay awake the rest of the night, afraid to dream again.
It was always the same. Draco and her would be in the forest, something would distract her and Draco would disappear. That's when the shadow would come out, breathing hoarsley, and inch closer and closer to her. She'd never see a person, just the shadow, but she knew who the shadow belonged to.
After three nightmare filled nights, Ginny began to slump from class to class, barely aware of her surroundings. Dark circles appeared under her eyes, and Ron was too proud to ask if anything was wrong. Hermione's nose was always stuck in a book, and Harry only asked once.
A huge test was coming up in potions, and it was rumored another test was being expected in Care of Magical Creatures. Ginny found it hard to concentrate on her notes. She was in the library, reading about yecks when her eyes closed, and her head fell into the book.
Someone was pushing her arm, trying to wake her.
"Mum! Ron used my bra as a sling shot..again." Ginny mumbled into the books binding.
A soft laughing woke Ginny up. She turned her head to see Draco, an amused smile on his face.
"Where am I?" Ginny asked, pushing strands of hair out of her eyes.
"The library. And I'm sorry about your bra." Draco smirked.
Ginny's face turned red. "Mary tried telling me I talked in my sleep."
"Apparantly, you also drool." Draco pointed to a moist puddle on the books page, causing Ginny's blush to deepen.
"What do you want?" She asked, wiping sleep from her eyes.
"Well, Madame Pince asked me to wake you up. She said if you wanted to sleep, then go to your room."
Ginny looked towards the front of the library, and saw an irate Madame Pince staring back. She closed the book, and carried it towards the shelves.
"I'm gonna fail." Ginny mumbled, trying to shove the book into a shelf that was too high.
"Here, let me." Draco easily pushed the book into its place. "So why are you going to fail?"
"I haven't slept soundly in three days, I have two tests coming up, and I can't keep my eyes open long enough to study."
"Why can't you sleep?"
"Because of the nightmares." Ginny said, then clapped her hand over her mouth.
"What nightmares?" Draco asked, his aloofness gone. He seemed genuinely curious.
"Oh, it's nothing. I've been meaning to go to Pompfrey and ask for a Dreamless Sleep potion. Don't worry." Ginny tried playing it off.
"I thought we were friends." Draco sneered.
"Look, I haven't told anyone...I can handle it. Now if you want to help me you can start by going over my homework and telling me what I did wrong." Ginny walked back to her table, followed by Draco.
That's what their friendship consisted of. Draco would help her with her work, and she'd help him with his. It took more energy on Ginny's part, for Draco thought he knew everything, and argued every answer Ginny gave him. They had soon finished studying, the sun was nearly gone ,and the torches in the library suddenly flickered to life. Their books were closed, and they were merely talking.
"Draco, besides Quidditch, what do you do?" Ginny had been pondering this question for a long time. She'd never seen him take interest in anything.
"I dunno, I read, I go for walks...what do you do?"
"I draw, as you already know...Oh!" Ginny reached into her bag and pulled out her notebook. "I finished your portrait!" She showed him the page he was drawn on. He didn't look interested, or if he did, he didn't show it. He began flipping through the pages.
"How many have you drawn of me?" He asked, seeing there were at least half a dozen of him alone, in many poses. There was even one of him on a broom.
"Oh, not many." Ginny now wished she hadn't shown him.
"Where is this? The Forbidden Forest? And what's this shadow?"
At that Ginny grabbed the notebook. "Nothing!"
Draco looked at her angrily, then leaned in closer and whispered. "Look, Weasley, I could care less about what you draw. Don't lie to me...I know whose it is." He stood up quickly, causing his chair to shoot out behind him.
Ginny looked on, sadly, as Draco left the library, not even looking back.
"Great, now you have no one." Ginny muttered to herself.
~*~*~
Draco stared uninterested at the food on the table. He kept thinking about the dreams he'd been having, and apparantly Ginny had been having them too. He also knew who the shadow belonged to. He'd seen it the night his Dad went missing.
He wanted to talk about it with Ginny, see if they could make sense of it. What if others were having these dreams? The thought seemed possible, but not likely. It was probably only him and Ginny, and she refused to talk about it.
Maybe his definition of friendship was realy screwy, but he thought it entailed telling one another their problems. Maybe Ginny didn't really want to be his friend. Maybe he was just some school project that she wanted to get a good grade on, and once it was over, she'd throw it away and never think of it again. Draco frowned at the mashed potatos in front of him.
"Draco, you haven't eaten a bite." Pansy said, concerned.
"Stuff it!" Draco said.
"Well, if you would, then you'd be eating." Pansy said in a humpf, and left him alone.
~*~*~
That night Ginny had the dream again. She didn't even know why she went to sleep at all, if she knew what was waiting for her. But this one was a little different. Draco stayed with her the whole time, and Ginny (the dream Ginny), knew what was coming, but kept going further into the forest. She heard moaning coming from the forest. Faces were twirling and swirling in the tree bark, wide, gaping mouths stretched out in agony. And there was the shadow. Draco was between Ginny and the shadow, almost as if he was protecting her.
"Draco!" Ginny yelled, and woke up.
"Ginny, that's the fourth time this week." Mary said groggily from her bed. "I think you should go to someone."
"I already have." Ginny lied.
"Maybe you should tell your brother."
"No!" Ginny didn't want to imagine what Ron would do if he found out Ginny was dreaming about Draco and Voldemort.
Mary watched Ginny as she lay back down. She had a funny feeling that Ginny didn't go back to sleep. As soon as day light poured through the windows she crept out of her bed and got dressed, making sure Ginny wasn't looking. She headed down to the common room and waited.
"Oy, Ron!" Mary called as Ron and Harry came trudging down the boys stair well.
"Hm?" He asked, a little tiredly.
"I have to tell you something...alone." Mary eyed Harry, who got the point and said he'd wait in the Great Hall. "Ginny has been having nightmares, and I mean serious nightmares. She hasn't gotten any sleep in the past week, and she keeps yelling someones name."
"Whose?" Ron asked, fearing it woudl be Voldemort's.
"Draco's." Mary said.
Ron's face turned red with anger. His fists clinched and he murmured about murdering a certain Slytherin. He left the room stomping.
"Maybe I shouldn't have told him." Mary said to herself.
Ron had one goal in mind as he made his way through the corridors to the Great Hall; kill Draco. Now he had gone too far. It was somewhat fair for him to insult Ron and Harry, and maybe even pick a few fights, but to get to him through Ginny...that was just sick, and the last straw. Ron flung the doors open, and searched the Slytherin table for that speck of silver hair. When he found it, he made his way over to Draco, and pushed him into the table.
"What's your problem?" Draco yelled, standing up.
"I think you already know!" And Ron pushed him again.
Draco stared at Ron and desperately would have loved to just sock him in that pink head of his, but the teachers were watching.
"Let's take this outside, shall we?" Draco said, eyeing the head table. It seemed no authority figure had seen the pushes, and Ron followed Draco out towards the lawns.
Without saying a word, Ron lunged at Draco, knocking him to the ground.
"You bastard! What did you do to my sister?" Ron shouted, getting a few blows at Draco's head.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Draco shoved Ron off of him, and returned the blows.
By now the two were bloddied up pretty bad, but they were still going at it. After a few minutes, they both grew tired, and were just laying on the ground, looking up at the sky through black eyes.
"What's this about your sister?" Draco managed to say through deep breaths.
"She's screaming your name at night, as if you didn't know." Ron replied.
"I didn't know. And I didn't do anything to her."
Ron looked over at Draco, a little confused. "Well this is awkward."
"Only for you." Draco sat up and brushed some grass off his cloak. "Lots of girls scream my name at night." Draco smirked, only causing Ron to look even angrier than he was before. "Just back off! I was trying to be funny."
"You sure have a sick way of going about it."
"So did she tell you about her dreams?" Draco asked.
"Um, not exactly...one of her room mates told me."
"Wait, you didn't even notice her getting a little sick? Not even the bags under her eyes?" Ron shook his head, staring at his hands. "What a hypocrite!" Draco stood, and left Ron to ponder his thoughts.
~*~*~
As soon as Ginny sat down, she was bombarded with a thousand questions by Ron about why she didn't tell him she was having trouble sleeping. She looked angrily at Mary, who kept her head down.
"Look, Ron, I can handle it." Then she smiled.
"Ginny, I think you should tell Madame Pompfrey, she might have something you could take."
"Ron, just leave me alone!" Ginny stood and left the table. She was furious with everyone trying to fix her. No one pays any attention to her until they want to tell her to do something. She was sick and tired of being babied, she just wanted to handle things her own way.
She was so mad she arrived at Potoins a little early, causing Snape to look at her a little suspiciously.
"Um, I need help with the potion we're going to be doing today." Ginny said, trying to pass the time.
Snape looked up from his desk as if no one in their right mind had asked him for help. He almost didn't know how to reply.
"Miss Weasley, you had four days to prepare for the lesson, and you wait until the last twenty minutes to do something about your thick head?" Ginny's face turned pink. "I suggest next time you get your act together...now sit down."
Ginny sat meekly behind her desk. No matter how mad she was, she wasn't about to let her anger explode anywhere near Snape. He'd just absorb it, then shoot it back at her ten fold!
The class slowly filled, and Ginny kept her head behind her cauldron, so as not to bring attention to herself. She managed to slide by with the potion, making it only a little runny, but she got the coloring right on the dot. Snape seemed to take too long hovering over her potion, as if he was affronted she had not failed. Ginny gave a small smile, but Snape meerly scowled.
The rest of the day sort of lagged on, until Ginny found herself sitting at the Gryffindor table by herself, eating dinner. She refused to take any more orders from Ron, and lost her trust in Mary. If she wasn't so hungry, she would have left altogether. She was so busy concentrating on ignoring Ron, that she hadn't noticed someone else staring at her.
Ginny dressed for bed that night, but made no plans to sleep in her bed. She looked at the dreamcatcher warily, knowing what was held in it. She waited until everyone else were snoring in their sleep. Then she slowly got out of bed, slipped on some slippers and a cloak, then made her way out of the Gryffindor tower. The Fat Lady was too tired to reprimend her, and Ginny didn't light her wand until she was safe on the Hogwarts lawns.
It was harder in the dark to find her way to the secret cove. She hadn't been there the past month, and her wand was shaking because of her shivering. The nights were growing colder.
Finally she found the blanket, a little moist, and draped it across the equally moist lawn. She sat there, trying to keep herself warm, and watched the stars reflection twinkle on the lake's water.
"I thought you'd show up." A voice from behind said. Ginny didn't even have to turn around to see who it was.
Draco sat next to her, and a few minutes of silence past between them. A slight breeze played at the tops of the trees, and the constant splashing of the small wavlettes splashing on the banks were the only sound. And then out of nowhere Ginny began to cry. It was like all her feelings that were bottled up inside her were suddenly being released through her tears. It felt good and comforting to cry, as if she was ridding herself of a terrible burden.
"Er, are you ok?" Draco asked, not certain what he should do.
Draco didn't look like the kind of person you could lean on when feeling bad, let alone cry a river on his shoulder, but seeing as there was a lack of companionship, Ginny let her head fall onto his shoulder and began to sob. Draco, unsure of what to do, rigidly put his arm around her shoulder.
"Oh, Draco..." Ginny said, as if his touch triggered speech. "I don't know what to do! These nightmares--they're ruining my life! I can't sleep, and don't feel like eating. And I'm scared." Ginny whispered the last part, and looked up at Draco for comfort.
Draco waited to speak, trying to gatherhis thoughts together. "I've been having dreams too." He cleared his throat and told her of his dreams, which mirrored Ginny's.
"But what does it mean?" Ginny asked, completely rid of tears. "Is You-Know-Who going to come...to Hogwarts?"
Draco didn't know if he should tell her the rumors that were being spread. His father's disapearence. He didn't want to worry her any more than she was and said, "I just think they're nightmares. I'll make you something so you won't have the dreams again, alright?"
Ginny nodded, then layed her head back on his shoulder, and thought how much Draco had changed. She liked to think it was because of her, but had a nagging feeling there was something deeper there. Her mind swiftly changed thoughts, and suggested that they both head back to their towers before they were caught. They said good night at the entrance, and left.
(A/N: Ok, I know this chapter is longer, but that's why it took so long for me to write it! Thanks again guys for your wonderful reviews! I love them so much, they make me feeling good 'bout myself..teehee. For those of you who are wondering, I picture Draco as a mix between Jason Wade of Lifehouse and Alex Band of The Calling. Jason's body, and Alex's head ::drools:: they're both such hotties!
AND, I'm getting to the really good part, the reason I started this story. And yes, the dreams are foreshadowing!!! DUN DUN D UNNNNNNNN!!!!!!)