It was December eighteenth. Everyone was sitting at breakfast. No one had noticed that a certain redhead had not touched her food, or that she had dark circles udner her eyes. Except for one single pair of silver eyes. However, the redhead didn't noticed the silver eyed boy watching her. She was watching the owls above them. Owlpost had come. He saw her eyes widen as a black owl came through the window.

Draco watched, puzzled as her eyes grew wider and wider. He swore he almost heard her gasp as the owl dropped a letter right in front of Potter. He didn't, however, notice the dark looks Weasley Senior, the mudblood and Potter exchanged when they saw the seal on the letter. He was too busy watching a shocked look come over Ginny's face. Too busy watching tears well in her eyes.

To his credit, Harry did notice when Ginny hurried got up from the table, but she told him that she needed to study and he let her go.

"Worried about Ginevra?" said Blaise casually. They were sitting in their usual spot, head of Slytherin table, away from everyone else. They were after all, the kings of Slytherin.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you keep staring at her with this little brow wrinkling expression on this face. You have been for the past two weeks. I think you're getting frown lines, actually. Tragic, really." said Blaise, keeping his banter light, although he clearly really did want to talk.

"Cut the shit Blaise."

"That would be like cutting off my balls, Draco, darling."

"Lovely imagery, really." said Draco with a disgsuted expression.

"I am here only to entertain and drive you slowly to the brink of madness. So, back to the question at hand."

"One track mind. You're right. I never can get you off of my mind." Blaise slipped his hand over Draco's. "Marry me, stud?"

"For merlin's sake, if you'll shut up I'll do whatever you want!"

Blaise made his eyes smolder. "What if it involves a pound of whipped cream, a naked Ginevra, a naked Daphne and a bath full of bubbles?"

"Ohhh foursome, kinky." said Draco, trying not to laugh.

"Who said anything about four?" said Blaise.

"Me, Daphne and Ginevra? That works." said Draco, laughing silently.

"No, just Daphne and Ginevra. We get to watch, of course."

"Heh, that works too." said Draco, shifting in his seat slightly.

"Yep. Didn't think you'd object too much there" said Blaise, smirking. "I'm gonna tell Ginevra on you."

"What you're going to tell a girl who one, probably wouldn't care anyway since she doesn't like me and two, has six brothers that, like every other properly functioning male, I like girl on girl action. Please, don't, she'll faint from the shock." said Draco, wryly.

Blaise put his hand to his heart, an exaggerated expression of pain on her face. "You wound me with your sword of wit." he said melodramatically.

"Oh shut up." said Pansy, with whom the two had a sort of uneasy peace. "Some people are trying to eat."

Draco snickered. "Smoooth Blaise."

"Do you think I care?" said Blaise with a cocked eyebrow.

"No."

"You're right. Now, back to Ginevra. I think you're right to worry about her. She needed to have a sandwich before but now she looks even skinnier. She's still hot but she's starting to look like some sort of overly attractive ghoul. Maybe we should tie her to a chair and force feed her steak, or something." said Blaise thoughtfully.

"The last time I saw her, in the bathroom, she said something about not being able to sleep." said Draco.

"Yes, I know, I was there." said Blaise.

"Right. Anyway, it's been a good near three weeks since then, if she still can't sleep it's no wonder she looks like death warmed over." said Draco. You could actually hear a little emotion in Draco's voice when he spoke of Ginny. Well, Blaise could, at any rate.

"You never sleep, Mr. Knowledge, and you look fine. It's not just lack of sleep. She's stressed about something. I heard Jackie Hariss telling Luna Lovegood that Ginny had screamed in her sleep one night two or three weeks ago. And this was, from what I gather, well after after Miss Bossy over there," Blaise gestured towards Hermione. "had given her a dreamless sleep potion." said Blaise. Draco silently thanked Merlin that Blaise was the best spy that ever lived.

Draco raised an eyebrow, "After she gave her dreamless sleep potion? Only one reason that she would scream in her sleep after being given that."

Blaise's strong point was not potions. "And what is that, Mr. Snape wanna-be?"

"It aggravates prophetic dreams." said Draco, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"Shit." said Blaise succinctly. "Little Ginevra is having prophetic dreams? And obviously not nice ones, either."

Draco nodded his head. "And Mudblood managed to make them worse." He said, feeling anger rising very quickly within him.

"Oh, would you lay off with that ridiculous word? Honestly. So incredibly mature, Draco. She is one of Ginevra's only good friends, if you hadn't noticed, even if she is insufferable." Draco didn't reply, he just stared at Blaise. His jaw tightened in annoyance and other than that, he was deathly still. "Don't look at me like that, you know I'm right." said Blaise, almost scoldingly.

"Shut up Blaise."

"No. Now, are we, and by we I mean you, going to try and find out what these dreams are?"

"We are."

"Can we still tie her up and force feed her steak?" asked Blaise.

This brought a slight smile to Draco's face. "Yeah, of course, that'll be easy."

"We'll probably get bitten." said Blaise, chuckling.

Draco smiled a little more. "Wonder if her bite is worse than her bark."

"Bad joke, very, very bad joke." said Blaise, covering his ears in self-defense.

"Fuck you." said Draco, leaning forward and hitting him round the head.

"Ok." said Blaise, sitting up and smiling.

Draco rolled his eyes. "You really do make me feel sick sometimes."

"Oh please. At least people don't call me 'His lordship Draco, master of all that is satanic, prince of darkness.'" said Blaise.

"Who ever called me that? Apart from you obviously, just then."

"I don't know, but they should. It fits."

"Yes because thats exactly what I am..." said Draco sarcastically.

"No, but force feeding your girlfriend steak is pretty satanic. Especially if it's bad steak."

"Firstly, you suggested it. Secondly, she isn't my Girlfriend."

"Yet." said Blaise. "She might as well be, you pay more attention to her then Potter does."

"You tell her that then, cause she sure as hell wouldn't talk to me about Potter."

"That's why we have to tie her up and force feed her steak and then, I don't know, tickle torture her or something."

"You mean kidnap her?"

"Kidnap is such a strong word." said Blaise slyly.

"Oh? What would you call it?" asked Draco sarcastically.

"Borrow?" said Blaise.

"So your proposing, we 'borrow' Ginevra Weasley?" Draco looked at him, and thought.

"Ohhh, an even better word would be intervention. I propose we conduct an intervention for Ginny Weasley."

Draco nodded. "Alright."

"So, how do you want to go about this? In a way that she won't sic her brothers on us."

" I have no idea, but I think, keeping out of older Weasly's way would be most advisable." replied Draco, agreeing with Blaise

"Indeed."

Draco rested his chin on his hand in thought.

"So?" said Blaise.

"We need to get her into an unused classroom, when she's on patrol duty next down in the dungeons." replied Draco. "Granger never checks down there."

"But Granger also doesn't give Ginevra dungeon duty unless she's brassed off at her. She knows that Ginevra doesn't like the dungeons."

"Then we get Miss Know-it-all to give her duty down in the Dungeons." said Draco.

"Of course. How is the question..." Blaise thought for a minute. "We could pay somebody to ask for help with homework. For lsitening to Gryffindors I can tell that Ginevra is forever helping everybody else with their own homework and then getting Creevey to let her copy his for herself." said Blaise. "Or we could just get Ginevra into some sort of fight."

Draco nodded. "Either or both would land her in troble with Granger. We can try both if needs be, if one fails, the other is the back up."

"All we have to do is tell Pansy that Ginevra called her a pug-nosed bitch and we have a right little cat fight."

Pansy looked round, having heard her name said. "Who said my name?!" said Pansy shrilly.

Blaise and Draco didn't mind Pansy, she wasn't all that bad, they were almost friends. But she was really sensitive about her nose. She wouldn't believe anyone that it worked on her. She was actually cute. But Blaise had nothing against using someone's faults, so he did.

"Ah, well, Pans', we didn't want your feelings hurt. But, Draco heard the Weasley girl calling you a pug nosed bitch the other day. I think you accidentally bumped into her and she was ahving a bad day but-" Blaise didn't have to finish. Pansy was off and running.

"That was almost easy enough to make me guilty." said Blaise.

Draco watched, "I was about to say the same thing." he said.

"It's perfect, breakfast is almost over, the halls will be full when Pansy finds Ginevra."

Draco nodded. "Want to head out and follow?"

"Probably should or our little red head will be a teensy bit too dead to hold an intervention. You know how Pansy is."

" I do, unfortunately." he remebered once being bitten on the tongue by her, in his 'Dating Slytherin only' days when he'd been going out with her, and she'd got pissed of at him mid kiss.

"He he he. I still say you should have put a stud trhough that hole and at least used the pain to piss off your parents." said Blaise, snickering.

"Hmmm, her teeth are suprisingly pointy." said Draco, getting up.

"Let's go or 'Gin-gin' is going to be mush! Besides, who wants to miss a good cat fight?" said Blaise, rushing out of the great hall. He heard shouting and followed it. Draco swept out behind him, catching Harry's eye momentarily, and throwing the foulest of looks at him.

They reached a spot in a hall. Pansy was shotuing at Ginny who looked a little bewildered.

"How dare you call me a pug nosed bitch you little slut!?" yelled Pansy.

"Why would I call you that Parkinson, I don't know you, and I don't care what your nose looks like." said Ginny, frowning.

"What do you mean you didn't say that?"

"Exactly what I just said. I've never said you were pug nosed bitch." said Ginny reasonably.

"Blaise said Draco heard you say that." said Pansy, pausing midway through getting ready to yell again.

Ginny turned, spotting Blaise and Draco. "That's a lie." said Ginny. Pansy turned on them, hands on hips. Ginny was in the same posture.

"I didn't say that!" Draco said indignantly, he really hadn't.

"Blaise!" said Pansy indignantly.

"Trying to get me into a fight, Zabini?" said Ginevra. "I'm going to curse you from here to-"

"Miss Weasley, although I am certain you were going to tack soemthing on to that scentence that would have made it perfectly within the rules, for safety's sake, detention tomorrow night, my office." came the oily vocie of Snape. "And twenty points from Gryffindor as you are alte for Charms class, if I'm correct." added Snape. He glided off.

"Damn it, I have a Prefect meeting tomorrow, Hermione is going to KILL me!" said Ginny.

Blaise smirked. "Oops. And to think all I wanted was a cat fight." said Blaise inncoently.

"Oh, fuck you Blaise Zabini." said Ginny. she stormed off towards charms.

"Gladly!" Blaise called after her. By this point the crowd had split. Actually, they'd all dsiappeared when they saw Snape coming.

Draco shook his head, tutting slightly. "That gets old."

"You bastards." said Pansy, shaking her head. "If you're going to pull shit like that, don't get caught." said Pansy as she left. Draco shrugged, half the stuff Pansy ever said to him anymore, went in one ear, and came straight out the other. Draco then moved off to go to potions. He knew Snape'd let him off for being a little late. Blaise followed.

That night Ginny Weasley was furiously stamping through the dungeons, cursing Blaise and Draco in very colorful terms that msut have come from ahving six older brothers. "I cannot believe I have dungeon duty all week due to those... Slimy, prattish, unbelivably annoying GITS!" she sighed. "At least I won't get done until around one, so I don't have to sleep much." said Ginny, tiredly. "Argh, I'm talking to myself."

Draco and Blaise were just round the corner, watching a listening to her, hidden quite well.

"But I still can't believe those two stupid, idiotic, ridiculously foppishly good looking bastards." ranted Ginny as she rounded the corner. Draco was leaning against the wall, a slight smile on his face.

"What do you want?" snapped Ginny, glaring at him ferociously.

"Come now, Ginvera." said Draco pleasantly.

"I don't have time for this." said Ginny, walking past him.

"You have no choice." said Draco, catching onto the back of her robes, and pulling her quickly into the empty classroom opposite him.

"What the fuck are you doing, Malfoy?!"

"Want to talk to you." said Draco, bolting the door shut behind him, and lighting a few candles on the candleabra abover them with a swish of his wand.

"I'm not interested. Now let me out of here, or I'll scream." said Ginny.

"I know about your dreams, and why they got worse."

"What dreams?" said Ginny stubbornly.

"Oh come on, you're having Prophetic dreams, which were aggravated by Granger's Dreamless sleep potion she gave you."

"What? I wondered why the potion didn't work but..." she clapped a hand over her mouth. "Damn it."

Draco looked at her. "What are they about, because you almost freaked when a black owl flew in this morning."

"They're not important, it's stupid. Look, they can't be prophetic. Hermione is the smartest girl in school, and she said it must have jsut been badly made. If there was some weird specification about prophetic dreams for the potion, she'd have known."

Draco took a small bottle of the potion from his pocket. "She didn't read the label."

"Hermione reads everything."

Draco recited the little warning on the bottle.

Ginny looked at the floor. "I'm not going to talk about this with you." said Ginny quietly. "It's none of your damned business."

"Can't I care?" asked Draco stonlily.

"My own mother cares and I'm not talking to her."

"Then who are you going to talk to?"

"I don't need to talk to anybody. They're jsut dreams."

"Dreams that make you scream in your sleep and freak out at black owls."

"I did not freak out. And everybody has bad ngihtmares sometimes."

"Yes, but usually, dreamless sleep potion sorts it. With your's they got worse."

"Fine, so I'm having prophetic dreams. Go the fuck away, Malfoy. I'm fine." said Ginny firmly.

"What are they about?" replied Draco persistently.

"You shagging me senseless while black owls fly around. Positively terrifying, I assure you." said Ginny. Draco raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I know, scary, right? Now, can I leave?" snapped Ginny impatiently.

"I know that's not it."

"Duh, Malfoy." said Ginny. She got up and made a mad dash for the door. Draco stepped infront of it. He had only been a few feet from it.

Ginny let out a frustrated little scream. "I Fucking HATE you, Malfoy!"

"Who doesn't?" replied Draco calmly.

"Let me out." said Ginny in an even, calm voice.

"No." replied Draco in the same way.

"Why the fuck NOT!" exploded Ginny.

"If you're not going to tell anyone, why not tell me? And will you eat something, you haven't eaten for a few days." Draco said, calmer still.

"Because I'm not going to tell ANYBODY! And no, I won't eat, because I'm not hungry. I eat when I'm hungry, and I talk when I feel like it!"

"Why aren't you hungry?"

"Well, Malfoy, it's this thing, you know, where you don't feel like eating. Fascinating, really."

He looked at her, shaking his head slightly. "If I were stupid, then I would've needed that explanation."

"Well, Malfoy, to be perfectly blunt, if you think I am going to discuss scary prophetic dreams with the heir to the throne of darkness, mainly, yourself, you have, indeed, got quite a few screws loose."

Malfoy just looked at her. "And you called me a friend." he said slightly bitterly.

"Malfoy, have you checked your last name lately? You are not my friend. I'm a Weasley, you're a Malfoy, and we are not friends." she made another start for the door. He didn't budge from infront of it. Ginny grabbed her wand. "Malfoy, I tolerate on the point of liking you, but if you do not get out from in front of this door, I am going to have to hex you stupid."

She had managed to hurt him, although he refused to show it. Malfoy looked at her. "I worry-" he said.

Ginny shot Draco an annoyed look, then opened her mouth, beginning a rant. A rant that cut off his scentence. "Join the fucking club. I worry I'm ugly, I worry that there won't be pudding at dinner, I worry that my brother will one day drown in his own drool while staring at his girlfriend..." she would have gone on but that last got a snort of laughter from Draco which jerked her out of her diatribe. "Lots of worries. Can we move on?" she finished.

"About you." finished Draco, with a raised eyebrow.

Ginny looked up at him. "Mine were interesting." she said.

"You're interesting." replied Draco.

"Sometimes." conceded Ginny.

"Well, to me you are, always." Draco looked down at her, not down his nose mind you, just at her.

"Thank you." said Ginny finally, after looking at him for a moment.

Draco ran a hand awkwardly through his hair. "My pleasure."

Ginny's mouth quirked into a half smile. "Do you even know what I'm thanking you for?"

"I thought I did, but obviously, you are about to tell me otherwise." said Draco, crossing his arms across his chest, his steely eyes cast onto her face.

"For worrying. For having time to worry about me." said Ginny matter of factly.

"I would make time if I had none." Draco was, in a kind of backwards way, telling Ginny he really liked her.

"Draco... when I told you we weren't friends... Well, I meant it. We aren't. But, we're not enemies. And we're not.. l-lovers... I'm not sure what we are." apparently that subject was suddenly too delicate, because she switched back to the dream. "I'd tell you, Mal- Draco, I really would, I, I want to, but- I just can't." said Ginny softly. She looked down at the floor, wishing her hair was loose instead of tightly pulled back into a braid, so that it would fall, like the red velvet curtain at the end of a play, and hide her.

Draco listened to every word she spoke, and then said, "Why can't you tell me?" his voice had dropped and he had made it as gentle as he could.

"I just can't, Draco....." said Ginny softly, almost inaudibly.

Draco nodded slightly. "Alright."

A curse could be heard coming from the closet in the back of the room. Ginny raised a questioning eyebrow at Draco. He scowled slightly, looking to the back of the room.

The closet door opened and Blaise stepped out. "She says your name a couple times and suddenly you're a sucker. Tsk tsk tsk." said Blaise to draco. Then he turned to Ginny. "Ginevra, do you realize that if you continue to be stubborn and not tell anybody about the dreams, not only will you probably go half insane, but we won't be able to prevent whatever comes to pass in your dream?" said Blaise in an overly patient voice, as one would explain to an exceptionally petulant four year old why they had to eat their vegetables.

Ginny stiffened. "They. Can't. Be. Prophetic." she said firmly.

"Why can't they?" Draco asked, the annoyance in his voice quite apparent and directed at Blaise.

"They just can't. They can't be. It would be..." Ginny shut her mouth firmly, and you could almost see a zipper being pulled shut between her lips.

"Would be what?" said Draco, trying to coax it out of her. "What is so terrible that they can't be true?"

"I can't tell you." said Ginny, sounding like she wanted to cry, or scream. Something.

"Can you tell me?" said Blaise.

"I could, but you'd tell Draco." said Ginny finally, after a long pause.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "I'm in them?" he asked, sounding a little uneasy.

"Nobody said that." said Ginny too quickly.

"Why'd it be bad if he told me then?"

"Because I don't want you to know." said Ginny futilely.

"And you'd rather Blaise knew?"

"Fine yes, you're right, you're in them." said Ginny finally. She knew she should have yes, I'd rather Blaise knew than you. But she knew, also, somehow, that it would have hurt Draco. And she didn't want to hurt him.

Draco shifted uneasily. "Honestly, if you don't explain them, nothing will be done about them when they come to pass, because people won't now how to stop it."

"I'll think about it, Draco. I swear I'll think about telling somebody. Please, I need to go." said Ginny.

"You can't just think about it, you need to tell someone, and soon, you never know when all this is going to kick off."

"Yes I do." said Ginny almost silently. "I'll tell. I'll tell tomorrow. Just let me go, please." she added in a rush. Her pleading was wearing at him, and his hand found the bolt on the door and clicked it open. She was under his arm, out the door and up the corridor in a flash.

"She's not going to tell." said Blaise flatly.

"Not going to breathe a word of it." said Draco, a little deafted.

"But hey, mate, she called you Draco. Several times in fact."

"She did." replied Draco, looking up, gathering himself again.

Ginny lay in her bed, sleeping peacefully, her brow unwrinkled. Then her body went stiff, truned onto it's back.

Black owls. Black owls, circling over the huge table in the Great Hall. Each clutched a letter in it's talons, or in it's beak. Every letter had a green seal on it. A green snake seal.

The letters dropped to many different people, but only two were seen clearly. One with black hair, and green eyes, a grim expression on his face.

The other with silver blonde hair and steely eyes. When the letter dropped into his hand his face looked determined, unsurprised.

The scene went black, there was nothing. Then the black slowly started to ade into shades of gray. Gray faded until it was blinding white. Everything was blinding white. But in the middle of all this whiteness was a pool of red. And in the middle of the pool lay two bodies, side by side. One with silver hair. The other with black.

Even evil, high pitched laugh shirlled through the air, there was a flash of green light and suddenly she was whirling from scene to scene too quickly to catch more than glances. It was like the glimpses caught of passed-by hearths while using floo.

A huge armchair, a snake, the Dark Mark, a circle of black figures around a bed draped in green, a lightning shaped scar... and a baby.

Ginny woke up, her breathing labored, sweat sparkling on her forehead. Draco was right. She had to tell Dumbledore.