Soul Mates

Chapter Six: The Separation

/Draco, what do we do now?/ was the question that just echoed in his brain throughout the day. He couldn't believe that his father had written that. /How did he know?/ he asked himself.

/I don't know./ came the reply in Ginny's thought-voice. He jumped. Then he heard giggles in his head, and she responded, /Sorry about that. Didn't mean to startle you./

He could almost picture her impish smile on her freckled face, her brown eyes twinkling. Sighing, he felt as if things couldn't get any worse. Then it hit him: He couldn't even LOOK at her. Talk to her. Maybe not even write to her, without his father finding out. He wouldn't risk it.

/Silly, now that we can do this reading-minds thing, we don't need that! Although it is going to be hard, not looking at you./ she said to him.

He felt an overwhelmingly sad feeling wash over him. But it was HER sadness. It surpassed his, and gave him an insight onto how much she really did care for him. Yawning, he got undressed, and decided to go to bed.

/No goodnight? I'm hurt./ Ginny said in a teasing thought. She was in her bed already, just lounging around. Giggling, she turned onto her stomach.

"Ow!" she yelped, as she felt the corner of one of her hardcover books bite into her side.

Gasping, Draco's hand went to his side. /What on earth was that, Gin?/ he asked her.

/A book. I suppose I'm getting as bad as 'Mione now/ she said first to him, and then to herself. She turned over onto her other side, and closed her eyes. /G'nite Draco. Love you./ she thought to him, her thought- voice fading as she fell asleep.

Draco was awake. /She loves me?/ he thought, bewildered. A smile broke out over his face, so wide it felt as if it would crack his face in half. /She loves me./ he thought, savoring the fact that he felt the same way.

Draco finally fell asleep, and his dreams were not of the usual sort.

~He was walking around, invisible. He heard a voice in his head, a voice that was very familiar. /Draco? Draco, are you in my dreams too?/ she asked of him.

He shook his head. He saw people milling around, people he knew, and some he didn't recognize. His head jerked up, as he heard a scream.

There she was, huddled in a corner, her red hair askew and her books knocked to the ground. He saw Goyle and Crabbe there, standing behind the person who knocked her down.

He rushed forward, determined to put a stop to it. When the person who knocked down his Virginia came into view, he froze. He knew that no one else in the school had hair like that.

"Weasel, you better watch it, or else a lot of bad things could happen. Things to you and your precious Potter," sneered the person.

It was him. He was the one hurting her, causing her pain. He felt like someone had punched him in the gut. He felt a lump in his throat, and burning at the back of his eyes. /How could I have?/ he thought to himself.

He saw his dream-self walk away, and saw Ginny looking after him. Partly with hatred, partly with confusion.

Then, the dream-Ginny looked him straight in the eyes. He felt himself breathe in sharply. He saw there something that was sweeter than candy.

Forgiveness. /I do forgive you for what you did to me./ she thought to him. She smiled, and it seemed as if everything faded away. The room around them turned into a bedroom, lit by torches, with a large mirror.

There, he saw part of the future. He saw lines, many many lines. They were intertwined, and he knew, somehow, which line belonged to which person, animal, planet and star. Which particle, which incantation. Everything was tied together.

He saw his line, and Ginny's. They had been together the whole time. Two halves of a whole. He saw three lines come from the joining of his and Ginny's lines.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around, and looked down. There she was, standing there in a blue silk nightgown that went down to her ankles and clung to her curves.

She smiled at him, and led him over to the bed. She sat him down on it, and---- ~

"Ah!" he yelped, startled at something that dropped on him. It was Goyle. He had woken up, and tripped right into Draco's bed.

"Get off me, you big lump of lard!" he yelled into Goyle's ear. Goyle looked at him, confused, until understanding finally dawned on him, and he got up.

Groaning, Draco got up and went to the bathroom. He looked into the mirror and winced. He remembered the first part of the dream, where he had knocked down Ginny. He could not believe how blind he had been.

/Why couldn't I see how I was acting?/ he thought sadly.

/Because you were a little prat, that's why!/ came the teasing reply. /Draco, didn't you get it? You were forgiven. I was there too you know. We share everything else in our brains, why not dreams too? I love you. I forgave you even then. I looked confused because I saw the feelings in myself. The hatred was, well, you knew why. Please, let's just enjoy what we have now. We are, well, meant to be./ she finished.

/How do you know? How can you see that?/ he asked her.

/Did you not look into the mirror? I've got The Sight. As my grandmother had. Just go with it. Things are going to happen. Just be, well, you./ she said, giggling.

/Hey, I don't have to- oops..../ he trailed off. He saw in the mirror four of his fellow Slytherins looking at him strangely.

Clearing his throat, he made a quick exit. He got dressed, and walked to the dining hall. He saw her walking in the same direction.

Ginny saw him, and flicked her eyes to his, and then away again, though with much caution. She felt her stomach was made of metal, it felt so heavy.

/What on earth are you so nervous about?/ came an amused voice into her head.

Sighing, she replied, /Not a thing./ Looking up, she saw Hermione and Harry entering the hall, holding hands. Smiling warmly, she scooted over to allow them to sit. Hermione next to her, she smiled even wider.

"Hermione, you sure look smug," she whispered to her friend slyly.

Hermione blushed, and looked at her friend with a twinkle in her eyes. "I do, do I? You look smug yourself. Anything happen with, um, well, you know who I mean." she asked.

Looking sad, Ginny shook her head. /Don't think it Draco, don't even start./ she thought at him. Across the room, Draco's shoulders were shaking with contained laughter.

/What? That it figure that Granger and Potter are sleeping together?/ he thought to her, finding her blush, which he viewed out of the corner of his eye, adorable and amusing.

"Why are you blushing? What are you thinking?" asked Hermione, amused herself at her friend's innocence.

"Hermione, I'll tell you later, I promise," replied Ginny.

Draco shook his head. /Must you tell her everything of your private life?/ he asked her with a tad of a whine on his thought-voice.

A realization hit him smack dab in the face. He could read her thoughts, so why not delve into a few parts of her past?

/Draco..... if you want to, you may. But/ she continued with a sigh, /please don't laugh at me./

/I'd never, my dear. You have my permission as well./ he said politely. A smirk on his face, he left the room.

Throughout her classes, Ginny could think of only Draco. It was hard to get him off of her mind, what with him IN her head.

/What an ass on that girl./ she heard in her head. She snapped up straight in her chair.

/Hey! What are you doing, checking out other girls?/ she demanded.

She felt his shock, and was amused by it. /Ah, so we had a whole conversation like this this morning, and you forgot. Well, whoever that is, I bet I could match her in every way!/ she said with smug certainty.

Draco heard this, and laughed out loud. Then he realized that his professer was looking at him, as well as all of his fellow classmates. A slight blush on his face, he cleared his throat and looked back down at his work.

*****on the other side of Hogwarts*****

Peeves was floating around, once again looking for mischief, when he came upon Ginny's diary.

"Well well well, let's see what the little wench wrote." he said to himself.

Opening the diary to a few entries before the present day, he found something quite interesting.

***diary***

Dear diary,

How I love him. He is wonderful. He received a letter from his father today. Apparantly someone informed his father of our relationship. Relationship. How sweet that feels to say. Guess what? We can read eachother's minds! Even feel eachother's emotions. It's so weird! But it's a good thing. Now, we can talk and not have to worry about it. I know it may shock you, but I actually want to go to bed with him. Make love to him. I am 16 years old! I guess it's a tad young, but I love him! I know some girls in my class who have just had sex with one guy or another since they were 12! I want him so badly. But it's really his choice when it happens. I am still a virgin. One of the only ones in Gryffindor! I feel like such a baby next to all of them. But I want it to be special. Like Hermione's first time, which was with Harry. Uh-oh. I better go. Morning comes early. Too early, if you ask me.

Virginia

***end of entry***

"Well well well, they can read eachother's thoughts now, eh? I'm sure his father would just adore this information," he concluded, and with that, he tossed the diary onto her bed, and went in search of some paper.

When he was done writing, he tied the letter to the same owl as before, and sent it off. Peeves let out a manic giggle of sorts, and floated off.

*****at the Malfoy Manor*****

Lucius finished reading the most recent letter from the anonymous faculty member. An evil grin crossing his drawn features, he started to form a plan to stop this at all costs, and got out his parchment and quills.

***letter***

Dear Professor Dumbledore........

What is he going to write? And will it be the demise of Ginny and Draco's newfound powers? Chappy 7 coming up ASAP. Probably next weekend. REVIEW PLZ!!!!! I live on those things. Thanky!