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Draco suddenly sat bolt upright in his warm bed as he awoke from his dream, with his heart pounding loudly in his chest.
He was shivering in cold sweat, his brow furrowed in concentration, and he tried to calm himself by brushing his hand through his silver blond hair and taking a shaky, but controlled breath.
'Not that stupid nightmare again' he thought as he stepped from his bed into the middle of the Slytherin dormitory.
All the other boys were asleep as Draco paced the floor.
The nightmare, the annoying nightmare that he kept having, had been bothering him for a few months now, and it had been driving him crazy.
The same thing happened every time in his dream. He was running. Running away from a crowd of death eaters. But that was stupid, he thought again, he was a death eater.
Or at least was going to become one pretty damn soon.
His father was always saying how he should show absolutely no emotion or any sign of weakness to anyone.
And as he paced, Draco thought he must look very scared and idiotic. He stopped immediately, rooted to the spot.
Walking over to the mirror on the wall, he took a good look at himself.
As his gray eyes scanned his reflection, he realized how much he had changed over the past year.
It was the first day back at Hogwarts, in his last and 7th year, and he had grown quite tall over the summer.
He was lean, though his muscles showed that he was strong, had broad shoulders, and was all in all quite handsome.
He found that girls suddenly tripped and stuttered akwardly whenever they saw him.
He was happy with his appearance, yet not with what his future self would be.
'A death eater' he thought with disapointment.
That was another thing that had changed over the summer. He had realized how close he was to becoming a death eater, and following his father's footsteps.
Draco had always expected it this, and yet was a bit reluctant to involve himself with killing.
He sighed out loud as he strode back to his now cold bed, and slowly, sleep overtook him.
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The morning sunshine burned on the back of Ginny Weasley's eyes and she reluctantly opened her eyes.
She slowly arose from her four poster bed, and stretched her back as she realized she was late for breakfast.
'Shit' she swore mentally.
She raced toward the bathroom and took a quick shower, rummaged through her drawers, put on her school robes, and took a look at herself in the mirror.
She had bags under her eyes from last night, when she had stayed up to chat with her fellow dorm mates.
Sighing she said, "Oh well, no one's perfect ".
She attempted to smooth down her red hair, and walked down the steps and through the portrait hole, towards the Great Hall for breakfast.
It felt good to sit down at the Gryffindor table and hear everyone talking and telling amusing stories about their summer.
She suddenly saw a boy with messy black hair and green eyes, and she smiled at him while sitting down a few seats away. Harry Potter.
She had tried to give up her little crush on him in fourth year, and now, being a sixth year, was not sure what to think.
She had half succeeded, and yet whenever he talked to her, or even glimpsed at her, she turned several shades darker than her hair.
'Well, this year will be different!' she thought to herself. 'No more mooning over Harry.'
But if only she knew how different, as a pair of gray eyes scanned her through the crowd.
Draco usually hated talking to his fellow slytherins. It seemed as though they had no real personality what so ever, and would be fake sincerity with everybody.
Of course, Draco did this quite well himself.
Pansy Parkinson was trying to catch his eye as he could plainly tell, but he easily ignored her.
She made him go crazy, and sometimes he would imagine strangling her with his bare hands.
Draco noticed that Crabbe and Goyle were stuffing their faces with any edible food product on their table they could find.
'Pigs' thought Draco.
He wasn't hungry at all, so he took a look around the great hall.
There were the Hufflepuffs, whom Draco thought not too highly of. And the Ravenclaws. Finally his eyes settled on the Gryffindor table.
He glared at the center of the table, where to his dismay, sat Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger.
The three people he hated most. They were the reason he could probably deal with being a death eater, because he would be against them, and probably never have to see them again.
His gaze was immediately attracted to a flash of red.
There, running to sit at a table near Harry Potter was little Ginny Weasley.
Except now, as he noticed, she was not so little. Her long silky red hair and sparkling eyes immediately attracted him. She was petite, yet her body was perfect.
"Draco!! What are you staring at ?" an obnoxious schreechy voice belonging to Pansy called.
Turning around, he glared at her with his icy stare. He saw fear on her face.
Snapping, he said "Nothing, Pansy, why don't you turn your face around and mind your own god damned business."
Pansy retreated with a sulky look on her face. Draco stared down at his breakfast for a minute.
Then, making sure no one from Slytherin was watching, he raised his head and saw her. Ginny.
Only it took him a few seconds before realizing she was staring right back at him.
Their eyes locked for only a moment, but both of them could feel their hearts thumping in their chests, and it was as if time was suspended in thin air.
Ginny could swear that her eyes were attached to Draco's cool grey ones, as if her gaze was being magnetized towards his.
She felt shivers run up her spine. Yet in her mind she thought, ' There is no way Draco Malfoy is staring at me'.
And surely enough, as soon as she had finished this thought, he tore his gaze away.
To clear her mind and reassure herself more than anything else, she shook her head, and in doing so causing a fiery path of her loose tendrils of hair to fly every which way, capturing the attention of mostly every male that sat near her table.
Without another thought, she stared at her breakfast and began poking at it, and every minute or so, she would take a bite or two of it.