A/N: Howdy! Ok on to the business. I don't own the song 'Dreamer' its by
the wonderful Ozzy Osbourne (go to FindVideos.com to listen and see a clip-
you'll love it!).
I'm just a dreamer I dream my life away I'm just a dreamer Who dreams of better days
Snow had begun to fall on Hogwarts, covering the grounds in a light blanket of snow that looked magical. Not that the school didn't always appear magical. Everyone went out and had snowball fights and made snowmen.
Ginny sat on her bed looking through a photo album when Hermione came in. "Hello Ginny." Hermione said. Ginny nodded to her, staring at a picture of her and her mother. They were laughing and hugging. "Would you like to come outside and play with Harry, Ron and I?" She asked. Ginny slammed the album shut.
"No Hermione I would not like to play." She sneered, mentally kicking herself. Hermione looked hurt.
"Oh. okay." Hermione said, backing out of Ginny's room. Ginny sighed and opened the album. She flipped through until she found the picture she wanted. It was a picture of all the last year prefects. Ginny was in front smiling waving. She glared at her old self and it backed away, frightened. In the left hand corner- there he was. He stood in his usual stance, silver blonde hair falling in his eyes and his icy gray eyes looked unlike it did before. They looked happy and light.
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Draco laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. 'Why did I kiss her?' He asked himself. 'Why'd you have to fuck this up? Why?' He yelled at himself. He stood up at looked out the window. He stared at all the people laughing and having fun. He saw a redheaded girl being pulled into a rough hug by Justin Finch-Fletchy (A/N: I have no idea how to spell that!). Draco gasped. Then she looked up to catch a bit of snow on her tongue. Draco sighed. It was Susan Bones.
'Wow. that was close.' He thought. 'Close? Come on, Malfloy. Too close. You shouldn't even care about that.' He thought sulkily. 'But you do.' He admitted. "Screw!" He cursed. Draco's father, who was usually insane and belonged in an asylum, once told him 'Never get you heart involved. Your heart gets you crazy its better to marry someone you have no romantic entanglement with. It makes it much easier.' Draco always considered this wonderful advice. Until now. Now he had experienced it and he decided how bad would it be to love a person? 'You need to apologize.' A voice mocked him. "Yeah. I do." Draco said, standing up.
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Ginny pulled her rucksack on her bed and pulled out her sketchpad and a tin of paints. She opened the tin. It was the most expensive; beautiful thing she owned. The brushes were long and ivory handled. The brush part was made of the finest bristles and the paints were self-reloading so they never ran out. There was every color imaginable in the set. Ginny flipped through her sketchbook. The first 10 or 11 pictures were of flowers and her family. They were happy pictures. After them they became amazingly dark and emotional. Some pictures were of the forbidden forest; they really looked forbidden. Dark and forbidden. Others were of people. Ginny opened up to a clean page and began to sketch a person. The person had a lot in common with the Forbidden Forest. He too, was dark and forbidden.
Just then Ginny's chattering roommates came in.
"Hello, Ginny!" One of her roommates, Samantha, said brightly.
'Hello.' The others chorused. They were all relatively nice girls but ever since their second year Ginny had been a special 'project' of sorts to them. Mostly because of Ginny's first year fiasco and her 'antisocial' nature.' And after Ginny's mother died they didn't cool down a bit; in fact they tried to take her under their wing even more so.
"Hello." Ginny said, picking up her painting and blowing on it.
"Oh, Ginny! Are you painting again! May I see it?" A girl named Brianne exclaimed, excitedly. Before Ginny could say 'No' she grabbed it out of her hands. "Ginny. this. this is Draco Malfloy! Why are you drawing Draco Malfloy?" She lowered her voiced dangerously and shifted her eyes back and forth. "He's a Slytherin." She stressed. Ginny flipped her long red hair over her shoulder.
"If we waste our time hating each other because of our stupid little house rivalries then after school is over we won't be able to help each other when the War begins!" The girls' jaws dropped at Ginny's rant. "Oh don't be twits! You all go along pretending there will be no war but you are all foolish to think that. You go on with your makeup, your nail polish and your boys! Well I want nothing to do with it! Nothing!" Ginny yelled. She took a deep breath. "I'm going to the library!" She spun on her heel and left the dorm in a huff.
She went to the library and sat in her chair heavily and sighed. What was with her? Drawing Draco, thinking about him constantly, KISSING him? She opened to a fresh page in her sketchbook and began to sketch a rose. It was lush and the color of blood. It looked so similar to blood Ginny made it to appear as if someone had pricked their fingers on one of the sharp needle-like pricks and left a trail of blood.
"Oh thank god I found you!" A voice whispered in Ginny's ear. Ginny's head snapped up. Her eyes met with Draco's. " I need to talk to you." He said. Ginny looked at him.
"Fine." She picked up her things and followed him. She pulled her black rucksack over her shoulder. "What do you want to talk about?" She asked, as they walked hastily down the corridor.
"We can't talk here." Draco said, he looked around. Someone may hear us. And I don't want them to." Draco said. He led her to a portrait of a handsome man who looked like he could've been one of Draco's long and deceased ancestors. "Les dragons prévaudront*." Draco said in French. Ginny looked at him in surprise as the portrait swung open to reveal a small doorway. Draco stepped through it and Ginny followed. They entered a small cozy room with a large overstuffed couch which was the size of Ginny's bed. A large shelf full of books covered one wall. The fireplace had a large roaring fire going, making the room cozy. A few soft throw blankets were thrown over the coach, which was navy blue and corduroy. The floors were hard wood with a large blood red rug over it. Draco led Ginnyto the couch and sat down and he took a deep breath.
"Ginny, I'm sorry about last night. I took advantage of you. I shouldn't have." Draco apologized. Ginny sighed and looked down.
"It wasn't your fault Draco, I am just as much at fault." She admitted. Draco looked at her.
"I really want to kiss you, Ginny. But I know that wouldn't be right. Considering that I'm apologizing of kissing you anyway." Draco said nervously.
"Who is stopping you?" Ginny asked. "Not me." Draco smiled and leaned in and brushed his lips against hers gently. Ginny pressed hers fully against his. His arm crept around her back and pulled her to him so that she was almost on his lap. He then nibbled on her bottom lip. Her lips parted and let his tongue slip in and explore her mouth. Then Ginny broke the kiss. She breathed heavily. "Why did that feel right?" She asked him, before planting her lips on his again.
A/N: Yeah! I finished it! Thanks for your reviews! They were sooo nice!!
Mary: Thanks for your review!
Sweet Pepper: Thank you! That was SOOOO nice!
AngryMew2: Don't I know it. Death is horrible.
Anime Ambreen and Poke' Manic: Thank you! I'm glad this was ur first!
I'm just a dreamer I dream my life away I'm just a dreamer Who dreams of better days
Snow had begun to fall on Hogwarts, covering the grounds in a light blanket of snow that looked magical. Not that the school didn't always appear magical. Everyone went out and had snowball fights and made snowmen.
Ginny sat on her bed looking through a photo album when Hermione came in. "Hello Ginny." Hermione said. Ginny nodded to her, staring at a picture of her and her mother. They were laughing and hugging. "Would you like to come outside and play with Harry, Ron and I?" She asked. Ginny slammed the album shut.
"No Hermione I would not like to play." She sneered, mentally kicking herself. Hermione looked hurt.
"Oh. okay." Hermione said, backing out of Ginny's room. Ginny sighed and opened the album. She flipped through until she found the picture she wanted. It was a picture of all the last year prefects. Ginny was in front smiling waving. She glared at her old self and it backed away, frightened. In the left hand corner- there he was. He stood in his usual stance, silver blonde hair falling in his eyes and his icy gray eyes looked unlike it did before. They looked happy and light.
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Draco laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. 'Why did I kiss her?' He asked himself. 'Why'd you have to fuck this up? Why?' He yelled at himself. He stood up at looked out the window. He stared at all the people laughing and having fun. He saw a redheaded girl being pulled into a rough hug by Justin Finch-Fletchy (A/N: I have no idea how to spell that!). Draco gasped. Then she looked up to catch a bit of snow on her tongue. Draco sighed. It was Susan Bones.
'Wow. that was close.' He thought. 'Close? Come on, Malfloy. Too close. You shouldn't even care about that.' He thought sulkily. 'But you do.' He admitted. "Screw!" He cursed. Draco's father, who was usually insane and belonged in an asylum, once told him 'Never get you heart involved. Your heart gets you crazy its better to marry someone you have no romantic entanglement with. It makes it much easier.' Draco always considered this wonderful advice. Until now. Now he had experienced it and he decided how bad would it be to love a person? 'You need to apologize.' A voice mocked him. "Yeah. I do." Draco said, standing up.
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Ginny pulled her rucksack on her bed and pulled out her sketchpad and a tin of paints. She opened the tin. It was the most expensive; beautiful thing she owned. The brushes were long and ivory handled. The brush part was made of the finest bristles and the paints were self-reloading so they never ran out. There was every color imaginable in the set. Ginny flipped through her sketchbook. The first 10 or 11 pictures were of flowers and her family. They were happy pictures. After them they became amazingly dark and emotional. Some pictures were of the forbidden forest; they really looked forbidden. Dark and forbidden. Others were of people. Ginny opened up to a clean page and began to sketch a person. The person had a lot in common with the Forbidden Forest. He too, was dark and forbidden.
Just then Ginny's chattering roommates came in.
"Hello, Ginny!" One of her roommates, Samantha, said brightly.
'Hello.' The others chorused. They were all relatively nice girls but ever since their second year Ginny had been a special 'project' of sorts to them. Mostly because of Ginny's first year fiasco and her 'antisocial' nature.' And after Ginny's mother died they didn't cool down a bit; in fact they tried to take her under their wing even more so.
"Hello." Ginny said, picking up her painting and blowing on it.
"Oh, Ginny! Are you painting again! May I see it?" A girl named Brianne exclaimed, excitedly. Before Ginny could say 'No' she grabbed it out of her hands. "Ginny. this. this is Draco Malfloy! Why are you drawing Draco Malfloy?" She lowered her voiced dangerously and shifted her eyes back and forth. "He's a Slytherin." She stressed. Ginny flipped her long red hair over her shoulder.
"If we waste our time hating each other because of our stupid little house rivalries then after school is over we won't be able to help each other when the War begins!" The girls' jaws dropped at Ginny's rant. "Oh don't be twits! You all go along pretending there will be no war but you are all foolish to think that. You go on with your makeup, your nail polish and your boys! Well I want nothing to do with it! Nothing!" Ginny yelled. She took a deep breath. "I'm going to the library!" She spun on her heel and left the dorm in a huff.
She went to the library and sat in her chair heavily and sighed. What was with her? Drawing Draco, thinking about him constantly, KISSING him? She opened to a fresh page in her sketchbook and began to sketch a rose. It was lush and the color of blood. It looked so similar to blood Ginny made it to appear as if someone had pricked their fingers on one of the sharp needle-like pricks and left a trail of blood.
"Oh thank god I found you!" A voice whispered in Ginny's ear. Ginny's head snapped up. Her eyes met with Draco's. " I need to talk to you." He said. Ginny looked at him.
"Fine." She picked up her things and followed him. She pulled her black rucksack over her shoulder. "What do you want to talk about?" She asked, as they walked hastily down the corridor.
"We can't talk here." Draco said, he looked around. Someone may hear us. And I don't want them to." Draco said. He led her to a portrait of a handsome man who looked like he could've been one of Draco's long and deceased ancestors. "Les dragons prévaudront*." Draco said in French. Ginny looked at him in surprise as the portrait swung open to reveal a small doorway. Draco stepped through it and Ginny followed. They entered a small cozy room with a large overstuffed couch which was the size of Ginny's bed. A large shelf full of books covered one wall. The fireplace had a large roaring fire going, making the room cozy. A few soft throw blankets were thrown over the coach, which was navy blue and corduroy. The floors were hard wood with a large blood red rug over it. Draco led Ginnyto the couch and sat down and he took a deep breath.
"Ginny, I'm sorry about last night. I took advantage of you. I shouldn't have." Draco apologized. Ginny sighed and looked down.
"It wasn't your fault Draco, I am just as much at fault." She admitted. Draco looked at her.
"I really want to kiss you, Ginny. But I know that wouldn't be right. Considering that I'm apologizing of kissing you anyway." Draco said nervously.
"Who is stopping you?" Ginny asked. "Not me." Draco smiled and leaned in and brushed his lips against hers gently. Ginny pressed hers fully against his. His arm crept around her back and pulled her to him so that she was almost on his lap. He then nibbled on her bottom lip. Her lips parted and let his tongue slip in and explore her mouth. Then Ginny broke the kiss. She breathed heavily. "Why did that feel right?" She asked him, before planting her lips on his again.
A/N: Yeah! I finished it! Thanks for your reviews! They were sooo nice!!
Mary: Thanks for your review!
Sweet Pepper: Thank you! That was SOOOO nice!
AngryMew2: Don't I know it. Death is horrible.
Anime Ambreen and Poke' Manic: Thank you! I'm glad this was ur first!