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*** Since her first year, Ginny Weasley has been dreaming. Black dreams- about the boy who destroyed her, Tom Riddle. She needs someone to pull her out of this cesspool of evil nightmares. And the only one to do it is the most unlikely person imaginable. ***
Draco Monologue
I hate my father. I've always hated him, and if he doesn't clean up a bit then I'll hate him forever more. He freaks me out, to tell the truth. All his ideas about cleansing the world of Muggles and Muggle-borns (or Mudbloods as he so nicely calls them). It's Voldemort that's done it. He infiltrated my father's mind and filled it full of his take over the world rubbish- pathetic. So now he is the Dark Lord's right hand man so to speak- aaargh! It annoys the life out of me.
I don't think there's a single thing that keeps me sane. No wonder everyone thinks that I'm evil… Well, not everyone, I think that Ginny Weasley thinks I'm innocent. Scar-eee! Her whole family hates my family and vice versa, but I like her, and I think she likes me too. Should I ask her? Don't be stupid Malfoy! She probably hates you as much as the rest of 'em do. She'll make a fool out of you in front of the whole school and her brother will keep bringing it up. So I might as well just die right now, thank you very much!
Chapter 4- Draco
A scream ripped from Draco's chest as he re-emerged from his nightmare. As a prefect, he had his own room, thank goodness. If anyone could've heard him, gossip about Malfoys not being able to get over their scary dreams would follow him around for ages. By God though, if anyone could face up to that nightmare, he'd love to meet them.
He brushed his sopping hair from his sweat-drenched brow and sat up. A cold rush of air from the missing brick in his wall met him instantly shocking him out of his cold memories. And his first thought was to get to the Weasley girl and see that she was all right.
He was halfway down the cold dungeon stairs when he realised he couldn't get near any Gryffindor, never mind Miss Weasley. They were all secure in their cosy tower dormitories (which he hadn't a clue in which tower to look), guarded by charms and passwords to stop any 'evil' Slytherins like himself getting in. He'd have to check if she was around next morning at break. It was going to be a long wait.
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He never saw her that day. There was no red haired girl strolling down the corridors with her friends, no Ginny Weasley eating her lunch or dinner in the Great Hall. In fact no one knew where she was, but something told them not to worry, Ginny Weasley could take good care of herself.
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Ginny was falling. It felt as though she would never land, the ground was so far away… All she could she was him. His eyes, his face, his body. She wanted to see him as much as she hated him. It was terrible; she couldn't even control herself anymore. This was just like it was in her first year, but quicker. How would it end this time? She'd petrified Muggle borns- some of whom were her good friends… Of course, she had no idea what she was doing.
She needed to ask him. Just to make sure. Could it be the same as last time? Was Malfoy's dad behind it all? She needed to ask- just to make sure. She couldn't afford to let herself go through this again. Not only was she in danger of killing others, she was a menace to herself.
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Draco was on his own. Again. It was about the sixth time this week; he couldn't work out what was wrong. It wasn't like he smelt funny or anything, unless the supposed 'evil' inside his heart was radiating out of him and making an aura of stench around him. Unlikely, but quite interesting when he thought about it.
So what was he going to do about Weasley? It was disturbing; he'd never wanted to kiss someone so badly in his life. They were right about the hormonal teenage hunger pangs… he always felt hungry. Starving, even. It scared him, really scared him.
Really the only solution for him was to wait until Ginny turned up again. Then he could satisfy his hunger.
Harry Monologue
Okay, when you're a hero, you're not supposed to get afraid- right? Well, I have to say I'm nervous… but the stumping thing is I DON'T KNOW WHY! It's been bugging me for a while. It's as though my anti-evil system is kicking in and telling me to get out before something else happens. Something terrible.
But I can't leave. There are more than just friends here at Hogwarts. I mean Hermione's more than just a friend and you can't run from love. No matter how hard you try. Also there are the teachers. How could I just abandon the adults who've helped me (well, apart from Snape and Filch!) get used to my status and taught me so much. Corny, but it's true.
Then there are the Weasleys, most prominently, Ron: what does one do without a friend like him? Perish? I don't know. I just feel I must stay.
There is something else worrying me. Something way more important than any of my problems. It's Ginny. She's becoming just like she was when she was controlled by Tom Riddle's diary. What if Voldemort is using her again to taunt me? It's sad; I find it hard to have friends without putting them in terrible danger. I need my friends, but I need to destroy Voldemort myself.
*** Since her first year, Ginny Weasley has been dreaming. Black dreams- about the boy who destroyed her, Tom Riddle. She needs someone to pull her out of this cesspool of evil nightmares. And the only one to do it is the most unlikely person imaginable. ***
Draco Monologue
I hate my father. I've always hated him, and if he doesn't clean up a bit then I'll hate him forever more. He freaks me out, to tell the truth. All his ideas about cleansing the world of Muggles and Muggle-borns (or Mudbloods as he so nicely calls them). It's Voldemort that's done it. He infiltrated my father's mind and filled it full of his take over the world rubbish- pathetic. So now he is the Dark Lord's right hand man so to speak- aaargh! It annoys the life out of me.
I don't think there's a single thing that keeps me sane. No wonder everyone thinks that I'm evil… Well, not everyone, I think that Ginny Weasley thinks I'm innocent. Scar-eee! Her whole family hates my family and vice versa, but I like her, and I think she likes me too. Should I ask her? Don't be stupid Malfoy! She probably hates you as much as the rest of 'em do. She'll make a fool out of you in front of the whole school and her brother will keep bringing it up. So I might as well just die right now, thank you very much!
Chapter 4- Draco
A scream ripped from Draco's chest as he re-emerged from his nightmare. As a prefect, he had his own room, thank goodness. If anyone could've heard him, gossip about Malfoys not being able to get over their scary dreams would follow him around for ages. By God though, if anyone could face up to that nightmare, he'd love to meet them.
He brushed his sopping hair from his sweat-drenched brow and sat up. A cold rush of air from the missing brick in his wall met him instantly shocking him out of his cold memories. And his first thought was to get to the Weasley girl and see that she was all right.
He was halfway down the cold dungeon stairs when he realised he couldn't get near any Gryffindor, never mind Miss Weasley. They were all secure in their cosy tower dormitories (which he hadn't a clue in which tower to look), guarded by charms and passwords to stop any 'evil' Slytherins like himself getting in. He'd have to check if she was around next morning at break. It was going to be a long wait.
3333
He never saw her that day. There was no red haired girl strolling down the corridors with her friends, no Ginny Weasley eating her lunch or dinner in the Great Hall. In fact no one knew where she was, but something told them not to worry, Ginny Weasley could take good care of herself.
3333
Ginny was falling. It felt as though she would never land, the ground was so far away… All she could she was him. His eyes, his face, his body. She wanted to see him as much as she hated him. It was terrible; she couldn't even control herself anymore. This was just like it was in her first year, but quicker. How would it end this time? She'd petrified Muggle borns- some of whom were her good friends… Of course, she had no idea what she was doing.
She needed to ask him. Just to make sure. Could it be the same as last time? Was Malfoy's dad behind it all? She needed to ask- just to make sure. She couldn't afford to let herself go through this again. Not only was she in danger of killing others, she was a menace to herself.
3333
Draco was on his own. Again. It was about the sixth time this week; he couldn't work out what was wrong. It wasn't like he smelt funny or anything, unless the supposed 'evil' inside his heart was radiating out of him and making an aura of stench around him. Unlikely, but quite interesting when he thought about it.
So what was he going to do about Weasley? It was disturbing; he'd never wanted to kiss someone so badly in his life. They were right about the hormonal teenage hunger pangs… he always felt hungry. Starving, even. It scared him, really scared him.
Really the only solution for him was to wait until Ginny turned up again. Then he could satisfy his hunger.
Harry Monologue
Okay, when you're a hero, you're not supposed to get afraid- right? Well, I have to say I'm nervous… but the stumping thing is I DON'T KNOW WHY! It's been bugging me for a while. It's as though my anti-evil system is kicking in and telling me to get out before something else happens. Something terrible.
But I can't leave. There are more than just friends here at Hogwarts. I mean Hermione's more than just a friend and you can't run from love. No matter how hard you try. Also there are the teachers. How could I just abandon the adults who've helped me (well, apart from Snape and Filch!) get used to my status and taught me so much. Corny, but it's true.
Then there are the Weasleys, most prominently, Ron: what does one do without a friend like him? Perish? I don't know. I just feel I must stay.
There is something else worrying me. Something way more important than any of my problems. It's Ginny. She's becoming just like she was when she was controlled by Tom Riddle's diary. What if Voldemort is using her again to taunt me? It's sad; I find it hard to have friends without putting them in terrible danger. I need my friends, but I need to destroy Voldemort myself.