Dreamless Sleep
Chapter Five
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"Ron, sit still! Your pacing isn't getting Ginny here any faster." Hermione looked up at her restless boyfriend. They had finally gotten together over last summer, much to the rest of the Weasely's amusement.
Ron finally sat down again, and placed his head on his hands, preparing for a longer wait.
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In the dungeons...
Ginny had stopped crying, but still had her arms wrapped around Snape. (He had conjured a couch earlier, so she was sitting next to him.) He looked down at her only to see that she had cried herself to sleep. He smiled softly, before it dawned on him that she trusted him enough to fall asleep on him. It appeared that Virginia had shocked him once again.
Not wanting to disturb her, he gently moved her head off his chest and her arms from around her waist. Snape eased her upper body onto the couch, careful to keep her from hitting her head on the armrest. He removed his own black cloak to cover her. Sparing another incredibly rare smile for the youngest Weasely, he turned and headed toward his own rooms.
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It was the same dream, again. She was in that dark, wet Chamber and Tom was telling her how unimportant she was, saying that she would be the death of her family.
She was screaming at him, saying that it wasn't true. She had never meant to hurt anyone, especially not her family.
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Snape had just gotten to sleep for what seemed to be a few minutes, when he heard Virginia yelling. He couldn't understand anything that she was saying, it was all jumbled together.
He stumbled out of his room and into his office. When he turned to look at the couch, he saw her rolling off the edge. He really woke up then, and caught her before she could hit the ground.
She groggily pulled her eyes open, and blinked up at him stupidly.
"Are you alright?"
For some reason he couldn't figure out, he was incredibly worried about the tiny girl in his arms.
"Yeah, I guess I was dreamin` again, huh?" she said, sighing and closing her eyes again.
"I'm gonna try and sleep, `kay?"
He didn't get to answer, as she had fallen asleep on him for the second time that night. He tried to place her back on the couch, but she wouldn't let go of his shirt.
A desperate need for sleep clouded his good judgement. He picked her up, and headed for his own bed.
A/N-Well? Please don't flame me. My friends have been trying to cure me from my odd obsession with fire.
