Her mind was groggy, but she did manage to think 'What the bloody hell is that noise?!' I'm going to find the source and kill it…' a frantic, high pitched beeping was invading Ginny's sleep.
Finally matching the noise with the object her hand groped to the right where, according to her half awake logic, a muggle clock should be. Her father loves muggle things, and he'd taken this clock apart and spelled it to read the correct time with out those…what do you call 'em?…oh yeah, backeries. Also to annoy people out of bed. But Ginny was curious…would it still work after she threw it across the room….?
The beeping stopped at one point, she wasn't sure why because she herself hadn't stopped it, but then all was forgotten as there was an earthquake…wait no it was just some one shaking her shoulder. Groaning she sat up, "What /is/ it!?"
Hermione Granger looked startled, then a bit pissed, "Sorry Gin…I just thought you might want to go to classes today is all."
Virginia stared at her blankly for a moment then said, "…..so…..it's not Saturday…?" Can you tell she isn't a morning person?
"I don't even know why I try." Hermione muttered, then in a louder voice "No. It's not Saturday; it's Friday, all right? Will you get up now? Classes start in 15 minutes!"
"Crimonetly!" Ginny jumped out of bed and sped past a scowling Hermione.
She had woken up last minute, but thankfully she was used to skipping breakfast, other wise she would have been late for class. Book bag flinging wildly in her left hand, and her right arm trying to get through her cloak, she burst into the potions room, even a little bit early. She had enough time to straighten her robes, then sit down and get out her potions homework neatly arranged before her.
A few minutes later the rest of her class came in, then the teacher.
'Let the games begin', she thought.
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Well, by her third class hour she'd only gotten 20 points taken away, mostly from Snape, other points for not paying attention. All in all it wasn't a bad morning. She had a free hour and then lunch. Gin decided she was going to spend it out side, it was getting chilly, but she didn't mind. Besides the forest was much more fun to play in when no one was likely to be around.
*
'I hate this class.'
Draco Malfoy sat in the back of his History of Magic class thinking about, well, Virginia. No he doesn't actually like The Bitch, as he now refers to her in his mind, but he was curious about a few things.
Like about her dream collecting, for starters. Did it effect the person who was dreaming? Did it effect her from who she is collecting from, like maybe take on some of their traits or memories? Can she loose her ability, and pass it on to him some how? Or maybe even…..
He'd come up with thousands of side effects this whole situation may cause, and also reasons as to why she would choose him out of every one in the school to collect from. He was sure Harry Potter or Neville Longbottom had bad dreams as well, with everything that had happened to their families and all. But no…she had picked him.
He closed his eyes for a minute, deep in thought, remembering his favorite scenario as to why she chose him. Which in the end involved a bed, chocolate sauce, and no clothes on what so ever….'Yes, I think I'll 'wonder' about this for a while…'
And sure Hannah Abbot was helping him out a little, as her hand traveled up his thigh, stopping to rub in a certain place…but he didn't mind her, not one bit…
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With a smirk on his face Draco walked out of the classroom, or more like swaggered, 'Well, that class proved to be eventful.'
He thought about taking a long hot shower to recuperate, but there was really only one place he wanted to go to, which was the library. He figured if he were going to find anything about Dream Collecting, he'd find it there. Maybe he could get Prof. Snape to write him a pass to the restricted section, after all who said everything about this curse Virginia had was G-rated?
Walking down the corridors he had his head in the clouds, mostly thinking about his nightmares…it was so hard for him to tell her. Some how he knew she wouldn't tell any one, just a feeling, but an authentic feeling. It's just that he never had to recount them before, detail for detail…scene by scene. He didn't wake up screaming any more really, he used to, and learned to put a silencing charm on his bed, now he just kind of tossed and turned violently. But that didn't mean his nightmares were any less terrifying.
Why couldn't he just have a dream? A /normal/ dream? What do other teenage boys dream about, well besides sex? He wanted to have a normal teenager kind of dream…was that really too much to ask?
Draco snorted, 'Yeah, obviously it was.'
With out knowing it he'd reached the library doors.
*
Virginia walked out the two massive front doors and down the steps of Hogwarts. She almost wanted to skip around, or do a cart wheel, something childish, just because she could. It wasn't warm out, in fact the wind had a bit of a bite to it, but that didn't bother her. Her favorite part of the year was winter, fall was almost as nice, and so she wanted to enjoy as much of the weather as she could while it lasted.
Walking down a path now she could see Hagrids hut, but ignored it. She never was close to Hagrid. A memory from her third year flitted across her mind, of Ron saying she had to come down with him, Harry, and Hermione to visit. They 'accidentally' hadn't told her of Hagrids 'wonderful' cooking. She'd lost a baby tooth that day, but that hadn't stopped them from laughing at her.
Trying to forget all that such horrible people surround her, Ginny trudged her way up a small hill near the edge of the forest.
'Almost there.' she thought.
"Almost here." Whispered a voice from behind the nearby tree.
*
"Dream Dictionary…Dream Meanings…Nightmares And How To Analyze Them…Wizards Workbook Volume 1: How To Send Your Enemies Their Worst Fears Through Dreams…Hmmm, now this one I might want to keep." Draco took the book of the shelf and put it under his arm.
He hadn't found any useful books yet; in fact he hadn't even found something remotely related to the /collecting/ of dreams. There were so many books in the Hogwarts library associated with dreams that it wasn't even comical.
Turning around and taking the three books he had out from under his arm, he went to go sit down by his tote bag and think. He swung his cloak around the back of a nearby chair, sat down, and then opened the first book.
It's title had the words Astral Plane in it, that's all he really needed to know because he remembered her saying those exact same words.
A fw silent minutes past and painstakingly he read the first few pages…then gave up on this 'hard task' and just skimmed the beginning of every chapter. Closing the book he sighed.
He hadn't found anything.
The next book looked newer than the rest and was a bit more interesting but didn't have much to say on the subject he was looking for. Once again skimming through he stopped when he recognized another familiar word.
::…Greek God's would some times interfere with the dreams of mortals, of all pantheon they truly were the most meddlesome bunch….:::
Bingo. Some times he wondered if his father hadn't knocked out a few of his brain cells when beating him. What he forgot was that this whole dream collecting thing started with The Odyssey, and so he'd probably be more successful in finding something in the Mythology section of the library, not in dreams.
Draco inwardly grinned, 'Some times I am so damn clever…'
*
'Goddess, my legs are killing me.' Virginia was almost to the edge of the forest and she couldn't wait to sit down. Her leg muscles hadn't been stretched at all or warmed up for this long walk and she was beginning to feel it. Looking up she saw one of her favorite trees, a very large oak.
'The oak tree represented the God according to the Druids, and the Holly tree represented the Goddess.' She repeated in her head. That was from her Ancient Druids class, and was probably one of her favorite past times, looking at so many trees and matching them up with some mythological meaning. It was kind of-
Her thoughts were interrupted by some one grabbing her body and pulling her off balance. It was almost like everything was in slow motion, and spinning. Then when her body was slammed into the tree every thing stopped.
Everything went black.
*
"Ah ha." Draco had finally found what he was looking for.
The Odyssey lay open in front of him, and he was looking for a certain part if Odysseus' adventure, of when he arrived on Lotus Island. Finally he found it and read it word for word. Which turned out to be absolutely /not/ helpful. It had no mention of any twins being born, or even a plan of some kind being formed by this Circe woman.
"God Damn It!" Even though he was in a library, yelling always seemed to help while slamming his fist down.
And in this case, he was literally right.
The book was very old, when he slammed his fist down he'd torn the spine completely, revealing a folded up piece of paper. He cautiously looked at the paper, it looked new actually, not nearly as old as the book that was fore sure. He picked it up and started to unfold it. The small handwriting was extremely neat, and written in black ink.
The note read
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Of Lies and Deciet:
Ancient Greek Myths and What Really Happened
By Arethe Lirg Bewof
Pg. 76-82
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'Interesting….' He thought.
"Mr.Malfoy! What on earth are you /doing/?!"
Draco whirled around to find Madam Pince glaring at him, glaring at the ripped book, then back to glaring at him.
"Oh…um…nothing. Nothing, just looking at this amazing book here." He turned around and pulled out his wand mending the book in a matter of seconds.
"Mr.Malfoy! Are you defacing school property! That is not allowed!" She stormed over the last couple of feet between them and tried to see what he was doing.
Draco, who had just finished fixing the book, gladly showed her he was in fact not hurting the book in any way, with an innocent (though forced) smile on his face. "See? I was just looking at it."
If she could say she'd hated any one, it would have been Draco Malfoy. He'd ruined more books by having his way with girls on the library tables with out moving the books that were lying open. If there ever was a disgraceful way to ruin a book…..
"Well, you are not allowed to yell! This is a library you know!" And at catching her self yelling, she toned it down a bit. "I can see now that the book is fine, but if you would /please/ keep in mind the library rules I'm sure we could all get along."
Draco gave her a smile, a real one this time.
'He has some nerve that pompous son of a….'
"Yes, I'm sure we can get along nicely. But if you'll excuse me I have to look for a specific book. But thank you for the reminder." With that he strode out of the little nook which he was in and be-lined it towards some where back in the mythology section.
She was just relieved he was gone, "I swear he comes here just to annoy me….."
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The Book Draco held before him, Of Lies and Deciet: Ancient Greek Myths and What Really Happened By Arethe Lirg Bewfo, was actually very interesting. He'd gotten distracted a few times by some other stories but found what he was looking for eventually.
Although the pages listed in the note, 76-82, were torn out, in what looked like a hurry. 'That's odd' he thought. But they did leave a bit behind, a little messy, but readable.
Draco started to read, expecting the same boring story Ginny had told the night before.
Boy was he surprised when he found something totally different…
(A/N): So am I getting the hang of this writing thing? Sorry for such short chapters before (not like this is any better actually), but I kind of just needed to get into it I guess. Next chapter you can expect more surprises, nightmares, Harry getting in the way…and what happened to Ginny…?
Finally matching the noise with the object her hand groped to the right where, according to her half awake logic, a muggle clock should be. Her father loves muggle things, and he'd taken this clock apart and spelled it to read the correct time with out those…what do you call 'em?…oh yeah, backeries. Also to annoy people out of bed. But Ginny was curious…would it still work after she threw it across the room….?
The beeping stopped at one point, she wasn't sure why because she herself hadn't stopped it, but then all was forgotten as there was an earthquake…wait no it was just some one shaking her shoulder. Groaning she sat up, "What /is/ it!?"
Hermione Granger looked startled, then a bit pissed, "Sorry Gin…I just thought you might want to go to classes today is all."
Virginia stared at her blankly for a moment then said, "…..so…..it's not Saturday…?" Can you tell she isn't a morning person?
"I don't even know why I try." Hermione muttered, then in a louder voice "No. It's not Saturday; it's Friday, all right? Will you get up now? Classes start in 15 minutes!"
"Crimonetly!" Ginny jumped out of bed and sped past a scowling Hermione.
She had woken up last minute, but thankfully she was used to skipping breakfast, other wise she would have been late for class. Book bag flinging wildly in her left hand, and her right arm trying to get through her cloak, she burst into the potions room, even a little bit early. She had enough time to straighten her robes, then sit down and get out her potions homework neatly arranged before her.
A few minutes later the rest of her class came in, then the teacher.
'Let the games begin', she thought.
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Well, by her third class hour she'd only gotten 20 points taken away, mostly from Snape, other points for not paying attention. All in all it wasn't a bad morning. She had a free hour and then lunch. Gin decided she was going to spend it out side, it was getting chilly, but she didn't mind. Besides the forest was much more fun to play in when no one was likely to be around.
*
'I hate this class.'
Draco Malfoy sat in the back of his History of Magic class thinking about, well, Virginia. No he doesn't actually like The Bitch, as he now refers to her in his mind, but he was curious about a few things.
Like about her dream collecting, for starters. Did it effect the person who was dreaming? Did it effect her from who she is collecting from, like maybe take on some of their traits or memories? Can she loose her ability, and pass it on to him some how? Or maybe even…..
He'd come up with thousands of side effects this whole situation may cause, and also reasons as to why she would choose him out of every one in the school to collect from. He was sure Harry Potter or Neville Longbottom had bad dreams as well, with everything that had happened to their families and all. But no…she had picked him.
He closed his eyes for a minute, deep in thought, remembering his favorite scenario as to why she chose him. Which in the end involved a bed, chocolate sauce, and no clothes on what so ever….'Yes, I think I'll 'wonder' about this for a while…'
And sure Hannah Abbot was helping him out a little, as her hand traveled up his thigh, stopping to rub in a certain place…but he didn't mind her, not one bit…
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With a smirk on his face Draco walked out of the classroom, or more like swaggered, 'Well, that class proved to be eventful.'
He thought about taking a long hot shower to recuperate, but there was really only one place he wanted to go to, which was the library. He figured if he were going to find anything about Dream Collecting, he'd find it there. Maybe he could get Prof. Snape to write him a pass to the restricted section, after all who said everything about this curse Virginia had was G-rated?
Walking down the corridors he had his head in the clouds, mostly thinking about his nightmares…it was so hard for him to tell her. Some how he knew she wouldn't tell any one, just a feeling, but an authentic feeling. It's just that he never had to recount them before, detail for detail…scene by scene. He didn't wake up screaming any more really, he used to, and learned to put a silencing charm on his bed, now he just kind of tossed and turned violently. But that didn't mean his nightmares were any less terrifying.
Why couldn't he just have a dream? A /normal/ dream? What do other teenage boys dream about, well besides sex? He wanted to have a normal teenager kind of dream…was that really too much to ask?
Draco snorted, 'Yeah, obviously it was.'
With out knowing it he'd reached the library doors.
*
Virginia walked out the two massive front doors and down the steps of Hogwarts. She almost wanted to skip around, or do a cart wheel, something childish, just because she could. It wasn't warm out, in fact the wind had a bit of a bite to it, but that didn't bother her. Her favorite part of the year was winter, fall was almost as nice, and so she wanted to enjoy as much of the weather as she could while it lasted.
Walking down a path now she could see Hagrids hut, but ignored it. She never was close to Hagrid. A memory from her third year flitted across her mind, of Ron saying she had to come down with him, Harry, and Hermione to visit. They 'accidentally' hadn't told her of Hagrids 'wonderful' cooking. She'd lost a baby tooth that day, but that hadn't stopped them from laughing at her.
Trying to forget all that such horrible people surround her, Ginny trudged her way up a small hill near the edge of the forest.
'Almost there.' she thought.
"Almost here." Whispered a voice from behind the nearby tree.
*
"Dream Dictionary…Dream Meanings…Nightmares And How To Analyze Them…Wizards Workbook Volume 1: How To Send Your Enemies Their Worst Fears Through Dreams…Hmmm, now this one I might want to keep." Draco took the book of the shelf and put it under his arm.
He hadn't found any useful books yet; in fact he hadn't even found something remotely related to the /collecting/ of dreams. There were so many books in the Hogwarts library associated with dreams that it wasn't even comical.
Turning around and taking the three books he had out from under his arm, he went to go sit down by his tote bag and think. He swung his cloak around the back of a nearby chair, sat down, and then opened the first book.
It's title had the words Astral Plane in it, that's all he really needed to know because he remembered her saying those exact same words.
A fw silent minutes past and painstakingly he read the first few pages…then gave up on this 'hard task' and just skimmed the beginning of every chapter. Closing the book he sighed.
He hadn't found anything.
The next book looked newer than the rest and was a bit more interesting but didn't have much to say on the subject he was looking for. Once again skimming through he stopped when he recognized another familiar word.
::…Greek God's would some times interfere with the dreams of mortals, of all pantheon they truly were the most meddlesome bunch….:::
Bingo. Some times he wondered if his father hadn't knocked out a few of his brain cells when beating him. What he forgot was that this whole dream collecting thing started with The Odyssey, and so he'd probably be more successful in finding something in the Mythology section of the library, not in dreams.
Draco inwardly grinned, 'Some times I am so damn clever…'
*
'Goddess, my legs are killing me.' Virginia was almost to the edge of the forest and she couldn't wait to sit down. Her leg muscles hadn't been stretched at all or warmed up for this long walk and she was beginning to feel it. Looking up she saw one of her favorite trees, a very large oak.
'The oak tree represented the God according to the Druids, and the Holly tree represented the Goddess.' She repeated in her head. That was from her Ancient Druids class, and was probably one of her favorite past times, looking at so many trees and matching them up with some mythological meaning. It was kind of-
Her thoughts were interrupted by some one grabbing her body and pulling her off balance. It was almost like everything was in slow motion, and spinning. Then when her body was slammed into the tree every thing stopped.
Everything went black.
*
"Ah ha." Draco had finally found what he was looking for.
The Odyssey lay open in front of him, and he was looking for a certain part if Odysseus' adventure, of when he arrived on Lotus Island. Finally he found it and read it word for word. Which turned out to be absolutely /not/ helpful. It had no mention of any twins being born, or even a plan of some kind being formed by this Circe woman.
"God Damn It!" Even though he was in a library, yelling always seemed to help while slamming his fist down.
And in this case, he was literally right.
The book was very old, when he slammed his fist down he'd torn the spine completely, revealing a folded up piece of paper. He cautiously looked at the paper, it looked new actually, not nearly as old as the book that was fore sure. He picked it up and started to unfold it. The small handwriting was extremely neat, and written in black ink.
The note read
---------------------------------------------------------
Of Lies and Deciet:
Ancient Greek Myths and What Really Happened
By Arethe Lirg Bewof
Pg. 76-82
---------------------------------------------------------
'Interesting….' He thought.
"Mr.Malfoy! What on earth are you /doing/?!"
Draco whirled around to find Madam Pince glaring at him, glaring at the ripped book, then back to glaring at him.
"Oh…um…nothing. Nothing, just looking at this amazing book here." He turned around and pulled out his wand mending the book in a matter of seconds.
"Mr.Malfoy! Are you defacing school property! That is not allowed!" She stormed over the last couple of feet between them and tried to see what he was doing.
Draco, who had just finished fixing the book, gladly showed her he was in fact not hurting the book in any way, with an innocent (though forced) smile on his face. "See? I was just looking at it."
If she could say she'd hated any one, it would have been Draco Malfoy. He'd ruined more books by having his way with girls on the library tables with out moving the books that were lying open. If there ever was a disgraceful way to ruin a book…..
"Well, you are not allowed to yell! This is a library you know!" And at catching her self yelling, she toned it down a bit. "I can see now that the book is fine, but if you would /please/ keep in mind the library rules I'm sure we could all get along."
Draco gave her a smile, a real one this time.
'He has some nerve that pompous son of a….'
"Yes, I'm sure we can get along nicely. But if you'll excuse me I have to look for a specific book. But thank you for the reminder." With that he strode out of the little nook which he was in and be-lined it towards some where back in the mythology section.
She was just relieved he was gone, "I swear he comes here just to annoy me….."
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The Book Draco held before him, Of Lies and Deciet: Ancient Greek Myths and What Really Happened By Arethe Lirg Bewfo, was actually very interesting. He'd gotten distracted a few times by some other stories but found what he was looking for eventually.
Although the pages listed in the note, 76-82, were torn out, in what looked like a hurry. 'That's odd' he thought. But they did leave a bit behind, a little messy, but readable.
Draco started to read, expecting the same boring story Ginny had told the night before.
Boy was he surprised when he found something totally different…
(A/N): So am I getting the hang of this writing thing? Sorry for such short chapters before (not like this is any better actually), but I kind of just needed to get into it I guess. Next chapter you can expect more surprises, nightmares, Harry getting in the way…and what happened to Ginny…?