Ginny felt his hand on her shoulder. His lips touched her cheek and her hand went up to touch his cold face.

"We shouldn't be doing this, Draco. It's not right. If we get caught..."

"If we get caught. If..." Draco said, kissing her on her neck, in between each word.

She wanted to continute, but something inside her told her no. She turned around, facing him, face-to-face. "It's not right." But before she could finish, he kissed her. She tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let her. It was no use, she kissed him back. It felt like hours that they were standing there, kissing each other under the moonlight, by the lake. But then, he pulled away.

"What's the matter?" she asked, grasping for breath.

He pushed her to the ground, up against the Oak tree. Draco kneeled down next to her, put his hand on her right cheek, and kissed her again, more intense than the first. She felt his hands go down by her waist, then her hips, and last her thighs. He gently moved closed to her ear and whispered, "Do you love me?"

She looked at him, confused. "Why? Do you love me?"

"No, I just want a piece of ass." He said sarcastically. "Yes, I love you. Do you love me?"

"Yes... I think." She muttered.

"'I think?' Do you love me or not?" Malfoy asked, his voice a little louder than before.

"Yes... I love you." she moved in and kissed him.

Ginny woke with a start. "Oh my god. Oh my god. What the hell was that? Oh my god."

Apparently, some of the other girls in her dormitory and asked what was the matter.

"Nothing, nothing. I just had a... nightmare, that's all. Everything is fine." But the truth was, nothing was fine. Everything was not good.