Chapter 10

I lingered down a darken hall searching for any sign of light. There were no signs of humanity. I could see myself as if I was watching a movie. Every turn and every mistake I made I could see but I couldn't warn myself to do otherwise. A hooded figure lurked in another hallway trying to find something. I wanted to exclaim to myself to run or do something to get away but I couldn't. Soon he was walking behind me but I couldn't sense his presence at all. He was practically stepping on the scruff of my robes. Surprisingly, the closer he got the slower I walked. He was not almost on top of my dragging robes but he sort of hovered above the ground. His hand reached forward and clasped onto my mouth preventing me from screaming in horror. I could sense the texture of his hand on my mouth, which was warm and familiar unlike what I thought it would feel, cold and rough. He led me into an empty room, or was it a dungeon of some sort? I couldn't tell with the dim light shining in the center. I tried to remember back to where I had felt this hand before. Suddenly it hit me like a ball finally coming in contact with a bat.
"Don't be afraid," he cooed in a disguised voice into my ear.
I nodded, insuring him that I knew who he was. I forced my lips to press against each one of his fingers, kissing them like I had when I had first met him. Quickly he spun me around so I was now facing him. Gently I placed my hands on the end of his hood, carefully pulling it down to reveal his ginger hair and marvelous eyes.
"You're a death eater?" The words uncontrollably slipped out of my mouth . . .

I woke up, quickly sitting up like it was a reflex made purposely for just waking up. Sweat drizzled down the side of my face. Why did my dream seem so real that I woke up scared? Where was I that I felt that scared and better yet why was George there, hopefully only disguised like a death eater?
I had no answers and my questions were too vague to ask. I only hope that soon I'll find out what this all meant.

• • •

George greeted me on my way to the Great Hall for breakfast, I hadn't fallen back asleep and as much as I tried, no make-up could cover up those bags. Though, what made me feel better was when I saw the mile-wide smile on George's face when he saw me. My heart fluttered weightlessly in my chest as he pulled me to his side, wrapping his arm protectively around me.
"Are you feeling all right?" George questioned me after watching me yawn a few times.
"Yeah, I'm all right I just needed to catch some more Z's last night then I did. I'll be fine." I replied.
He gently kissed my temple and I sighed deeply, enjoying his presence. Somehow being around him soothed me and there was no possible way that George could become a death eater. Never! I mean his father works for the Ministry and George was not the type to disobey his father.
"Come on, the sooner we get to the Great Hall the quicker we find out which classes we have together." He rushed me.
"Or, the sooner I get even more depressed because I don't have any classes with you." I answered.
"That can also be a good thing."
"How so?"
"Well the less time we are together during the day, the more we'll want to see each other at night."
"You have a way in making all outcomes good don't you?"
"Anything that has you involved has gotta be good."
"Don't be so sure," I said below a whisper.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, let's just go to our tables. I'm a prefect this year, did you know that?"
"Oh, even better. We now have an excuse for being out late. Wonderful. Why not Head Girl?"
"George, I may be smart but there is no way that I'd want to be stuck as head girl."
"Wouldn't you get your own room though?" He asked mischievously.
"It's not like I don't all ready, Jesse will leave if I asked her to. For all we care you could sleep in one of the extra beds."
"That's not exactly where I'd want to sleep."
"Well I'm not going to let you in my bed."
"Then I'll just have to get you into mine. Or perhaps one of the extra ones if you are worried about soiling your sheets."

"That wasn't exactly why I was detesting it, George."
"Still putting out till vacation I see."
"Well, it'll be a nice Christmas present wouldn't it?"

"Have you ever heard of 'early gifts'?"

"Have you ever heard of, 'Don't open till Christmas'?"
"Are you going to wrap yourself up then?"
"Maybe a bow but I can't make any promises."
"As long as the bow is sexy then I am satisfied."
"Oh, so if I didn't wear a bow then you wouldn't want me?"
"Seems that way."
"Ugh, you. . . guy!"
"Is that supposed to be an insult."
"If someone called me a guy I'd certainly take it personally."
"You just love giving me chances for insults don't you?"
"You'd insult your own girlfriend?"
"Of course not. There are many other things that I rather do to my girlfriend than insult her."
"Like what?" I stood right in front of George and he bent his head near mine.
"It's a good thing that you can't read my mind."
"What makes you so certain I can't?"
Before answering he leaned in further and placed his lips onto mine. This was a different kind of kiss, for one it was more exhilarating and I'm pretty sure it was more passionate due to the fact of knowing his that his Mum couldn't walk in on us. The only people who could were his siblings and we've all ready snogged in front of them.
I backed away, "What not afraid anymore now that your Mum can't come walk in on us?"
"Yes, that is one of the reasons."
"So, there are more? What just trying to soften me up just so I will go to bed with you?"
"Not exactly, I always pictured that you'd take me into bed with you." He smirked.
"Understandable, but George, keep your mind out of the bed. We've only been dating what not even two weeks? Sex can wait."
He sarcastically clutched a hand to his chest as if I broke his heart. I frowned at him.
"Oh, ease up. When we're ready," His kissed my cheek.
"Sounds like a plan."
He paused for a minute and took a long breath, "Ok, I'm ready."
"Me too," I admitted, "but look at that, time for breakfast, isn't that just a shame? The only time I'm ready, we've got duties to fulfill."
This time he looked serious, "Don't even joke like that," Then he burst into a fit of chuckles.
"I'm glad you find it amusing but you seriously just scared the dung out of me; your face was so sincere."
"My work here is done."
"Oh, on the contrary George, you haven't DONE anything here."
"You mean, yet. Again, when we're ready. Until that day, I bid you farewell." He mockingly bowed to me and I giggled.
I have a feeling that he won't be waiting long. I actually did feel ready to give myself to him but I felt that he wasn't completely ready but was only being a typical guy.
George wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we walked together until we got to the doors of the great hall, I went towards Ravenclaw, and George went to the Gryffindor table. I sat so I was facing towards to Gryffindor table instead of the Slytherin. Pretty soon Jesse who, I didn't notice, walked to the Great Hall with Fred joined me.
"What happened to you last night? You never came back." I was concerned.
"I . . . err . . . took a little detour on the way back and never found my way." She was hiding something.
"You were with Fred weren't you? I hope you guys make sure you know what you are getting into. Be careful."
"Us be careful, what about you two. I'm suprized you haven't gotten him in bed yet, he is crazy about you but you've got this wall around your body protecting you from him, why?"
"He has been in my bed it just didn't get that far," I sighed, "I love George and I'm ready to go as far as he wants but I don't think he is. Odd isn't it? How about you and Fred? How's the good ole Gryffindor bed?"
"I wouldn't know."
"What?"
"We were on the common room couch."
"Oh God, Jesse, don't tell me you two . . . did it on the couch in the common room!"
"No! Of course not. Not quite at least."
"You two going out yet?"
"Err . . . he hasn't exactly asked me. He doesn't have as good of a way with words like George does."
"Maybe you should ask him then."
Now she sighed, "You are right," She looked towards Fred then back to me, now realizing the bags under my eyes, "What the hell happened to you?"
"Insomnia, I couldn't sleep, not after that bloody dream I had. It kept me thinking throughout the whole night."
"Tell me about it."
I explained my dream to Jesse, not letting anyone else hear our conversation. She looked at me with a struck of horror on her face.
"You mean, George was a death eater?"
"I'm not sure, he never answered because by the time I asked I woke up. For all I know he was undercover or something."
"Have you ever had your dreams come true?"
"No, maybe once but like I had to use the restroom then all of a sudden I wake up needing to urinate."
"I guess there is a first time for everything."
"Are you implying that I could be predicting the future? Where's Treleway when you need her?"