Dreamless Sleep
Chapter One
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, why would I be writing fanfiction? (My wanting to own Draco has nothing to do with it.)
She woke up screaming again. She hadn't had a proper night's sleep since she was eleven. When she was at home, her mother forced her to take a dreamless sleep potion, but at Hogwarts there were only two ways to get that potion: Madame Pomfrey and Professor Snape. She had depended on Mdm. Pomfrey since her second year. It was just Ginny's luck that she wasn't at the school tonight. There was only one option left. The Potions Master. Ginny sighed, but decided to get it over with so she could sleep. As she walked down through the dungeons, she was plagued with thought of what the professor 'might' say to her. He would probably take off points from her house and give her a detention, but she had to try. Pushing her fears aside, she knocked on the door to the classroom, waiting until she heard an annoyed "what?" from inside the chamber. She took a deep breath and entered the Basilisk's Lair.
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When she stepped inside the door he looked up and glared at her.
"What do you want, Weasely? And why aren't you in bed?" he asked, hoping to be able to get in trouble for something other than wandering the corridors after hours.
" I want a dreamless sleep potion, and knowing that, I'm not in bed for obvious reasons."
"Five points from Gryffindor, Miss Weasely. I will not give you a potion."
"Why not?!" she cried indignantly.
"You should be able to make your own. You were able to purchase a potions kit, weren't you?" He smirked as she began squirming.
"I did buy one."
"Why don't you just use it, and your brain, and save me the time of having stupid conversations. That Longbottom boy is in my last class, and my head still aches. Why do you also find it necessary to try and drive me to madness?"
"The 'Dream Team' stole most of my ingredients for one of their 'experiments'." She said, looking towards the ground. She had to speak loudly to be heard, because he was still talking about his last class.
"Why didn't you just report them at the time they did it? Something might have been done if you hadn't waited." he said, finally decided to stop yammering about his awful students, and his hatred of the Gryffindors especially.
"Ron threatened to write Mum and tell her that I was being rude to their perfect Harry."
"That doesn't make a lot of sense." He pointed out. "Your brother was being as idiotic as usual."
He didn't know why, but he was a little bit interested in finding out about the littlest Weasely. She was incredibly good in potions, and had never acted afraid of him.
"No, Mum would have sent me a Howler, if not appeared herself. She insists on babying Harry. She's practically adopted him already!!"
Upon noticing she was still standing in front of his desk, he flicked his wand, and a chair appeared beside her. She shot him a grateful look and sat down. They were both still; neither knew what to say.
"Why haven't you ever been afraid of me?" he asked, completely out of the blue.
"Should I be? I've heard awful stories of your cruelty, especially to those of my house, but I don't like to judge people by what I hear. I choose to judge them myself. I think that is the only way to decide anything about anyone."
"Even if you 'judged' me yourself, why weren't you afraid of me?"
"I have no reason to be. I'll admit that you're a little bit intimidating, but I don't think that anyone should be afraid of you. You can't possibly be that bad, no matter what you act like."
"What ARE you afraid of then?"
"The dark, and Tom Riddle."
"Why? Why should you fear them and not someone like myself?"
"They are both things to be feared. They can be avoided, but there is no way to CURE me of those fears. I've had to learn to live with it."
"Hmm.."
He couldn't help but be astonished by her point of view. Only Dumbledore, and now Little Ginny Weasely, had said that they weren't afraid of him.
"Thank you, Miss Weasely. I'll have your potion for you by tomorrow."
"Thank you for what?"
"Goodnight, Miss Weasely."
A/N- Ummm. Yeah.. Ginny's in her sixth year. PLEASE R&R!!!!!!!!! I'm redoing some of these chapters, so even if you have read this before, I hope you read it again, just to see what I've changed!
