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Out of this world
Chapter 9: Sweet Dreams
"Professor, if she told Severus the truth, then it means she's beginning to remember the dreams. What if He's beginning to break through?"
Professors McGonagall and Snape were sitting in the Headmaster's office. Across from them Professor Dumbledore was standing with his back turned, deep in thought.
"I'm aware of what may happen, Minerva. But there's hardly anything we can do. If he is beginning to break through, then it's up to Virginia. She needs to fight this battle on her own." The elderly man turned to face the two teachers. His eyes were not sparkling with their usual mirth or gaiety. Instead deep lines of sorrow were itching through his face. Dumbledore was at a loss for what he could do for the girl.
"Dumbledore, what about the nightmares? Surely he would try to get through her again in that manner. Isn't there anything we can do to help?"
"Voldemort is not foolish Severus. He knows that we are aware of his actions. No, he will come after her in other ways. I'm just afraid to ask how."
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Virginia Weasley sat fuming in her dormitory. Since the events of her third year Ginny had been allowed her own room, for her welfare as well as the other girls in her year. At the moment she was grateful for the privacy. After her encounter with Draco, she had been left incredibly confused, and she was afraid she would've taken her anger out on the first person she saw, had she seen some one.
Hecate pounced after a ball on the floor that Ginny had enchanted to bounce in a different direction each time the cat hit it. She watched the cat chase after the ball with slight amusement while the nights events played back through her mind. It wasn't just her meeting with Draco that had her on edge. The dream still played softly in the pack of her head, taunting her to think about it, to remember Tom's voice.
When Snape had woken her up, Virginia was almost sure she was going to look up at Voldemort's face. What's worse was that she wasn't so sure that she hadn't wanted it to be Voldemort. He had been her first friend, her first real friend at least. A part of her couldn't let go, even now, even after all he had done to her friends and family.
Hecate stopped playing with the ball and looked up at Ginny, cocking her head slightly to the left. Noticing the girl's obvious distress, the cat sprung up onto her lap and curled up against her. Startled and slightly put-off Ginny looked down at the small black ball of fur that was purring contentedly against her. The animal turned her head up to face Ginny, locking brown eyes with blue. Then she turned her attention to her cleanliness and started licking her paw.
Ginny laughed. It felt good to laugh. It was much easier than crying. In one day she had been through more traumas then she thought possible for 24 hours. And hard as it was to admit, Ginny knew that a few were caused by her and quite avoidable. Why she was so angry at Draco for kissing her was beyond her. After all she had kissed him back, so who really was to fault?
She lay down on the soft down comforter and stared up at the ceiling. He wanted her to sleep with him. Back in the Owlery had inadvertently told her that he wanted her to be the one in his bed. The question was did she want to be the one in his bed every night?
Ever since her first year at Hogwarts, Ginny had always noticed Draco as the bad boy who always got the best of everyone. But that had changed the year before, when she found him lying on the floor in pain. Seeing him lying there, sobbing silently to himself as he writhed in agony showed her a new side of him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Flashback~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She had just come from her private AP lesson with Snape. It had been particularly messy and she felt like he had done that just because she hated getting dirty. Trudging through the halls Ginny heard voices from up ahead and hid behind a door. Peering through the crack she saw her brother and Harry walking by and grab something from behind a statue. They flung it over their shoulders and disappeared into nothingness.
Letting out the breath she had been holding, Ginny walked in the direction they come from, curious as to what they had been up to. Turning round a corner she let a small gasp out before she could stop it. About 200 yards down the corridor, lying on his back was a tall, muscular blonde-haired boy. She stared as Draco sobbed silently, heaving in pain. She watched him try and struggle to stand only to fall back. He was fighting with his willpower to stand on his own.
She watched as instead of being the angry bastard she knew him as, he became a scared teenager trying to help himself survive. There wasn't even an argument in her head as to what to do, Ginny just rushed to his side. He winced in pain trying to look up at her causing a smile to grace her lips. So Malfoy's could actually feel pain, that's a new one.
"Draco I know it'll hurt but you have to stand up. We need to get you to the hospital wing soon and I know I couldn't carry you if I tried." She whispered. Draco gave her a confused look and she offered him her hand. Staring at it for a moment Draco's face changed from baffled to awe and admiration. He took her hand and she pulled him to his feet, holding him steady when he nearly passed out. Electricity shot through her veins at the touch of his skin to hers, but she ignored it.
The entire way to the infirmary Ginny expected him to complain or ridicule her, but he didn't. He was silent the entire way, earning her respect. It wasn't until she reached the corridor outside of the hospital wing that she realized she needed an explanation for his broken bones. Thinking fast she formulated a plan in her mind.
"What happened to him?" Madame Pomfrey inquired sharply.
"He fell down the stairs ma'am. He told me he doesn't bruise easily, but I think his ribs will be smarting in the morning. He was in quite a bit of pain so I helped him here. I hope it's okay." She gave a smile of false sincerity, hoping her acting skills were as good as Fred and Georges.
Apparently it was because the woman gave her no second thought and rushed over to help her new patient.
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Seeing Draco in pain, like she had that night, had made Ginny see him in a whole new light. But until tonight she hadn't thought he had seen her in a new light as well. Or maybe it wasn't a new light, maybe he had thought it from the beginning. But the way he had said that she had shown compassion one night last year made her think it was the latter.
Looking at the cat that had fallen asleep on her stomach, Ginny only just realized how tired she was. It had been a long night for her, and she had all of tomorrow to figure out what things meant. She gently lifted the purring kitten and placed her gently in her respectable bed, then turned back to plop down on hers. She curled up under the comforter and whispered a spell to turn out the lights.
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A/N: I am sooo sorry its so short ::ducks rotten vegetables aimed at head:: but in my defense u people haven't responded much to the story newayz… I want more reviews ::pouts in corned still ducking vegetables:: hmph… newayz R/R n cant u people give me NE constructive criticism??? All u seem ta wanna do is compliment me… ick… compliments don't improve writing ma dears… newayz byeee ill write chapter 10 soon n go read ma otha story entitled Deaf… no one has reviewed in ages… byeeee