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Author's Note: I am SO sorry that I haven't updated. It's extremely hard to do so when I have homework coming at me from all angles. I actually should be writing an essay right now. Read and enjoy, and remember, please review! Love ya!

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Chapter 5: In My Room

He was in a cage surrounded by blue, iridescent bars that immured him in the structure. He sat huddled with his knees drawn up, arms around his legs, and a gash with blood staining it on his head. His hair, body, and eyes glowed with a white/blue light that swirled gracefully around the cage and he.

The walls and columns in the room were made of limestone while the floor was covered in a deep blue marble almost the color of the ocean at night. There were no windows, no doors, no way for anyone to enter or exit.

However, Ginny then saw herself, purpled eyed and in a cloud of diaphanous fog that shimmered in the glow from the aura around the caged figure. The dream Ginny stood directly in front of him wearing a dress that was intertwined with hues of white and gold. Outstretching her arm and holding her hand palm up, she delicately touched Draco's fingers, and on her palm was etched like a tattoo a figure of the Celtic Spiral of Life, a sign with no beginning or end that indicates birth, death, and the afterlife. Yet, the moment their digits brushed together, the scene changed although they remained in the same spot.

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Slowly creeping over the horizon, creating colors of lively pink, yellow, gold, and blue, a sun rose in the sky haloing everything in its path a shade lighter than what it was in the black of night. Although it was still dark outside, the signs of a new day could be seen. Birds started chirping, the squid in the lake was becoming restless, and the movements in the forest were beginning to wane.

The sun's light creeped through her window, throwing its mixed colors over the bedroom's walls and the sixteen year old's face highlighting her red hair with colors of gold and orange. Feeling the sun on her visage, Ginny's body began to tell her to wake. Her fingers began to delicately move, and her eyelids started to gently flutter open. Two seconds later, her heart-shaped alarm went off signaling a new day of school.

"Morning all of you early birds out there. This is WBR station 110.6 playing all of your newest hits. Here's a song fresh from America called Die Another Day by Madonna to wake all of you up!"

Over the summer, the Ministry had decided (with the help of Ginny's muggle infatuated father) that incorporating some muggle inventions into the wizarding life would not be so terrible after all. Finally, wizards created the Wizarding Broadcasting Radio connected by charms and spells and a special type of instrument that could record your thoughts without having to write them down, rather like a diary without the feather.

Releasing a groan from having been woken from her slumber, Ginny looked over to the clock that kept blinking "7:00" in a gamut of colors that swirled and changed. She grumpily moved her arm over to the alarm and pressed down on the "off" button while swinging her legs over her red four-poster bed. Last night she had hardly any sleep after returning to her room at around 1:30 leaving her with only five and a half hours of sleep. Therefore, when she tried to stand up, it was no mystery that she toppled right over herself, pulling the sheets off the bed with her.

"Ugh. Something to blame on Malfoy."

Putting her hands flat on the floor, she raised herself up and moved over to her mirror where she noticed her baggy eyes, frizzy hair, and a crease on the side of her face from lying on a fold in the pillow. Letting out an exasperated sigh, she grabbed her wand off the dresser and sleepily murmured a few spells to fix her hair and eyes. It wasn't much because she still looked groggy from her careless posture and unmistakable frown. Ginny pulled open her bra/underwear drawer and looked for a bra to put on. Realizing that they were all the same ones (The Magical Miracle Bra!) because she was just a size A, she grabbed a white one and slipped it on when she heard a few loud, obnoxious knocks on her balcony's French doors.

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When the sunrise crept over the horizon, Draco was still on the balcony in the Astronomy Tower sitting on the railing watching over the grounds and the school, which he had half a view of, including both the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw towers.

Repeatedly, he kept telling himself that last night was probably the strangest night of his life so far. Normally, he would just keep everything to himself and utter not to a soul what he was or how he became it. However, Ginny was different; he just felt, well, weird, for lack of a better term, around her especially after she yelled at him last night.

Strange, eh, it was probably just her temper.

Many people in the school knew that Weasleys had tempers, and horrible ones at that. Getting on their bad side was not something that someone wanted to do.

As the sun began to rise and the full moon began to fall, Draco's oval eyes began to become more spherical and his claws again morphed into blunt nails although he could still fly. No matter if it was day or a new moon, the ability to fly still stayed with him although his insomnia and enhanced features died away.

Rubbing his eyes with his articulate hands, Draco tried to erase the memory of telling Ginny his secret. Although Malfoy's were not supposed to divulge anything or show any emotion, he could not help telling it to Ginny. It was something that he couldn't quite put a finger on that made him do it.

Looking over at the castle, Draco noticed a balcony coming out from a tower and a red haired girl moving around inside. Sneering with that irresistible smirk, Draco knew of only one person with hair like that - Ginny. Standing up on the railing, Draco pushed himself off it and gracefully flew against the wind that was pushing him back to the Astronomy Tower towards the redhead. Landing quietly on her balcony, as if to not disturb the girl, he slyly walked over to the French doors to see a tired half-naked girl wearing a white bra, and being the guy that he was, he really wanted in. He rapped on the door to catch her attention and whipping her head around, Ginny saw Draco (still with that arrogant smirk on) standing right smack outside her door.

"Let me in, Ginny. It's cold."

Ginny, of course, was quite stunned. Normally, guys do not just appear on her balcony early in the morning, let alone at all. How did he get out there?!

"How… how …."

"I can fly, remember? And you left the curtains around your door open. I was able to see you. Can I come in now?"

"Uh… um sure, I guess."

Ginny quickly went over to the French door and unlocked it, letting in Draco and a cold breeze that made her come back to reality from being surprised by his unusual appearance outside of her room. It made her very aware of that she was only wearing pajama bottoms and a bra. Draco seemed to notice her awareness from the "Oh shit" look on her face.

"I don't mind, you know. Girls in bras are fine with me."

Quickly Ginny ran behind her black and gold Chinese screen and pulled on a robe. She didn't move from that spot out of embarrassment from her being half-naked in front of a Malfoy.

Staying behind the wall, she made a quick gesture with her arm and moved her index finger to point at the door. Draco didn't take the hint.

"I'm not going anywhere. I just came by to say hi, and to see a scantily clad girl."

"Well you did," Ginny replied from behind the screen with her arm still extended. "Now get out."

"Unless you haven't noticed, I am in Gryffindor tower where if a certain ugly brother of yours, his equally repulsive best friend with his mudblood girlfriend find me, not to mention coming out of your room early in the morning, I'll be pulverized to shreds."

"And how lovely that will be. Now out and besides, I wake up thirty minutes earlier than anyone in the tower, and even if Harry and Hermione found you, they'd be too into themselves to notice a Slytherin sneaking out of the common room."

"So they are going out. Too bad Potter never dated you, Weasel," and with an extremely annoying girlish tone, he added to make her angry enough to come out from behind the curtain, " 'His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled -' "

That did it. Abruptly moving away from the Chinese screen and clad in her fluffy green robe, she clenched her fists and moved swiftly over to where Draco (still grinning after knowing that he accomplished making the Weasley temper come out) stood.

In a threatening tone, Ginny muttered, "Say it again."

Curling his lips upwards back into the famous Malfoy sneer, Draco repeated, " 'His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad -' "

*SLAP!* That also did it, and quickly appearing on Draco's pale face was a lovely red hand print.

"How dare you walk into my room and start insulting me out of nowhere! First, last night, I tried being nice to you, hoping that maybe, for once, you'd start acting civil to me back and stop calling me that stupid, idiotic name "Weasel!" I told you to call me Ginny!"

Draco continued to stand there and just stare back down at the furious sixth year with that arrogant smirk. This just made Ginny even more angry for his insouciant attitude towards her noticeable rage.

"And secondly, I DO NOT LIKE HARRY ANYMORE! HE'S A STUPID FOOL AND I HATE HIM! HE TREATS ME LIKE A LITTLE GIRL AND CARELESSLY SNOGS HIS FUCKING GIRLFRIEND RIGHT IN FRONT ME!

"And, YOU! YOU HAVE THE ABSOLUTE NERVE TO THROW SOMETHING THAT I REGRET THAT I DID IN THE PAST RIGHT IN MY FACE!" Ginny huffed extremely loud as her face became the same color as her hair. Her rage began to dwindle somewhat, yet was still tangibly there. "Are you just an ass by nature, or do you just like to act as one?! What's your problem, Malfoy?"

Knock! Knock! Knock! Turning her face towards the sound coming from the door that led from her room to the hallway, Ginny heard a recognizable voice.

"Ginny, it's me Hermione. You woke me up; I heard you shouting … and was that Malfoy's name that I heard, too?"

Ginny didn't move towards the door out of one: fear and two: the fact that Malfoy was standing in the middle of her prefect's room.

Hermione, on the other hand, thought something was extremely wrong after hearing no reply from Ginny.

"Ginny! Open the door! Let me in!"

Turning towards Draco, she was about to finish the last of her argument in a whisper when she felt his soft lips brush gently against hers.

"See you … Ginny." And with a quick flash of his arrogant, yet sexy, sneer, he walked over to her balcony, climbed on the ledge, and jumped off it, flying in the air to the Slytherin common room.

Ginny stood stunned in the middle of her bedroom staring at the space where Draco just stood while Hermione still knocked rudely on the door. At that moment, her mind went completely and utterly blank. She moved her hand over to her lips and touched them with fingers just to check if that tingling sensation was still there from when Draco had kissed her.

Was… was that for real or am I just dreaming?

Knock! Knock! Knock! The sounds snapped her back into reality and she quickly realized that everything that just happened with Draco was most definitely not a dream. From the door, Hermione's knocks could still be heard, growing with more impatience and apprehension as every second passed. Moving to the door, Ginny unlocked it and opened it for Hermione to enter.

Hermione, afraid that something was wrong after looking at the girl's bewildered and confused face, rudely brushed pass Ginny with her wand raised to see if anything was out of place. Everything looked fine. She turned back to look at the sixth year whose head was leaning against the doorframe and whose eyes were staring at no thing in particular with a dreamy essence to them.

"Ginny?" whispered Hermione in a concerned tone. "Are you alright?"

Shaking her head with a delicate motion, Ginny came back to reality for the second time in a row.

Sigh …. Something else I can blame on Draco.

"Ginny … why are your fingers on your lips?"

Without consciously knowing it, the redhead's fingers were still placed on her lips where Draco previously kissed her. Noticing this, Ginny quickly moved them away and turned to face Hermione.

"Oh … um… no reason. Just tired, I guess. It's hard to know what you're doing when you're tired, right?" Ginny replied with a fake smile that Hermione ignorantly thought was real.

"Right. Well, you were yelling and I heard you shout Malfoy's name. Are you sure you're okay?"

Think, Ginny, think.

"Yea… I'm, I'm fine, actually. I was just … uh … practicing what I would say if Malfoy made fun of me today."

"Okay, just don't be so loud next time, okay?"

"Okay."

"I'll see you at breakfast, then?"

"Breakfast it is," replied Ginny, holding the door open to let Hermione out. After the brunette walked out of her room and into the hallway, Ginny shut the door and went over to her bed where she put her head in her pillow and let thoughts of Draco enter her mind.