(Author's Note: This chapter is part dream but more reality. When speech is singularly quoted is when it's a dream. I didn't want everyone to get their hopes up, or be confused.
Chapter Four:
Throughout the next week Ginny had begun an unbreakable friendship with Draco, despite what others said. Normally she kept to herself, but she couldn't find reasons not to tell Draco about her past. He didn't know the entire story.
They were sitting by the lake once afternoon when he touched her hand; her eyes locked with his and her breathing hitched. He was really looking beautiful, as the sunlight poured onto him, drenching him in a yellow golden glow. Wisps of hair fell over his eyes, and he gingerly brushed them away. He was wearing a pair of black trousers and a silver silk button down shirt. She simply wore dark blue low cut jeans and a black tank top.
Things fell together the second he kissed her. His unoccupied hand buried itself deep in her hair and he wound a hand in it as if to keep her close to him at that time. Suddenly everything was making her dizzy, and he stilled her wavering body and pulled away.
'It happens...' He purred against her neck now, fingers still locked in those strands of hair. She couldn't look at him. Why had she felt that way? She'd kissed boys before, but what was so different with him? He laughed softly then guided her face back to his and kissed her gentler. His hands stayed on her shoulders and he suddenly tasted the metallic flavor of blood. In a panic, she'd most likely bitten her mouth, as people often did.
His hands stayed on the side of her arms now, but she gasped when he grasped her hands and intertwined them together as he kept kissing this girl softly. The scent of honey invigorated him and she tasted of blood and strawberries.
'I bet Pansy's angry.' Ginny snickered lightly. Draco nodded as he brushed the hair away from her eyes with both their hands. When something large shadowed over them they broke apart. Ginny screamed and Draco sat silently by her side.
He smiled as kindly as he possibly could at the two sitting lovingly on the grass. He knelt down and touched Ginny's face. Everything seemed to stop; the birds, the rustle of the trees, and even the students movements.
'They said you died.' She didn't choke on her words, as she thought she might when the time came for this to happen.
'Looks like they were mistaken.' He smiled and tilted his head toward Draco. In return he got a short smirk from the other boy; not greedy or mean...just...appreciative.
'I can't believe this.' She sniffled and ran her fingers through his hair, to make sure that he was real. She damn near mauled him as she threw herself at him.
'It's all right Gin. It's okay.'
'You don't understand. I wished so much for this to happen when I found out you had died.'
Harry Potter smiled genuinely at her before dipping his head to kiss her cheek.
Things were growing fuzzier then...and he was fading.
'Harry?' She outstretched her hand.
'Harry...' The sobs started.
"HARRY!"
A yelp and a thud told her that Draco had fallen out of bed next to her. She dimly saw his hands reached up and grasp the mattress. Once he was back on, he pulled her toward him where she rested quietly.
"What happened?"
"It was so real...he was back."
"Oh. And then he went away?"
"Yes."
"That's how it was with you." He shut his eyes and clasped his lips shut as she sat up. Her long hair tickled his bare chest and he held back the laughter.
"What?" She squinted at him and smiled lightly.
"I-It's nothing, really."
"It's all right."
"It-what?"
"It's normal. Trust me." Something hinted at him from that tone in her voice and he smirked slowly.
"Well as long as you do it too."
"It's actually really nice—wait, what?"
He laughed and kissed her temple. She rested back against his chest, listening to his heart beat. She smiled and breathed out a sigh. He squirmed as her fingernails treaded up his body and she pushed her body up to capture his lips. She rested against him as he draped a hand on ownership across her stomach the rest of the night.
He worried about the things that crawled around in his head...what would they make him do to her? What would happen if he refused? That was easy.
He would die.
