Disclaimer: All these characters and history is the works of the brilliant J.K. Rowling… I could never come up with such a great masterpiece of work!

Author's Note: The second chapter, hope you all enjoy it and everything! Much longer then the last, considering the first was just a little intro to the story. Review and I'll love ya'll! XD

Don't Panic…

Who would have thought that I would wake up in bed next to my sworn enemy…

By: SlytherinAmbition

Ginny let out a soft sigh, remembering the events of the following day. She had been extremely late for her first class, and it didn't help that her professor gave her no mercy. She had landed detention for an entire week, and it was no help whatsoever that it happened to be with Professor Snape. She felt the hot sun on her pale skin, and figured she had forgotten to close the curtain around her bed. Nonetheless, she stayed in bed, with her eyes closed. She hoped that the next few days would vanish, perhaps even her detention to be called off. Also, she could have gone without having seen Draco Malfoy the previous day, not knowing what the boy would do on their next meeting.

Soon she noticed it was oddly quiet, no soft snores of her fellow dorm mates, or the sound of one of the girl's cat on the wood floor. Her eyes cracked open, and a soft gasp escaped from her lips. The colors of the bed, they were so different from normal. Mixtures of both red and green were imprinted into the rich cloth, as well as the wooden bed frame happened to be a few shades darker. Did she fall asleep on someone's bed? That was completely ridiculous of her having even thought something, but there was no logic reason.

The surroundings were oddly familiar, for some reason she couldn't explain. She hadn't ever been here before, yet somehow it felt as though the place was home for her. Even the feeling of the way the mattress fitted her body felt different. Sure, the beds at Hogwarts were much nicer then the ones she had at her own home. However, these just seemed so much nicer then even them. They seemed somewhat… more expensive.

She finally heard the faint snoring of someone, and her eyes darted towards the direction it came from. She was once more startled; seeing that it was the boy she thought to have never seen beside her. She bit her lip, trying hard not to give out a soft yelp. She jumped quietly out of bed, panic over taking her. Don't panic Ginny, just think… what happened last night? She thought to herself, trying to remember the previous night.

All that she could remember is coming back to her dorm fairly late, being that her professor had kept her out far past curfew to finish her detention. She merely remembered going to bed, in the bed at Hogwarts. Was she even at Hogwarts? Ginny was so entirely confused, yet she tried to concentrate on the past events.

Her worried eyes darted back to the sleeping boy, who looked somewhat friendly with his eyes closed and a soft smile playing on his lips. Shaggy blond hair covered his eyes, and he looked like an entirely different person. Perhaps it was for he didn't have that ignorant smirk plastered on his face.

Everything was blank; all she remembered was coming back from a long night of detention and falling asleep. Had she drank anything? Anything that included alcohol, considering what other logical reason would she have ended up in bed with Draco Malfoy. She must have been drunk, yet how could she have lowered her standards that far even when she was drunk. She glanced down at herself, glad to find herself clothed. If she had been naked, then she would have seriously cried right then and there. However, she didn't recognize the silky sleeping clothes she wore; yet they seemed to fit her perfectly.

"Think Ginny, did you drink? How did you end up in bed with Malfoy, Malfoy of all people! Come on, think!" She muttered to herself, as she paced back and forth. She hardly noticed Draco himself wake up, and look around as though everything were new to him as well. He ran a nervous hand through his messy blond hair, still half asleep. She continued to pace, as he tried to peace together how he had ended up in this strange room. In between one of her random mumbles, Draco laughed coldly at her. "Will you shut it Weasley."

It was then he noticed what he had said, and who exactly he had said it too. He too jumped out of the bed, and panic overtook him. How did he end up here, in a room with a Weasley? He didn't remember drinking anything, or even ending up in bed with anyone. He closed his eyes tightly, as though magically everything would go away like a nightmare would usually do. However, when he opened his eyes, he still found himself in the same exact place. "Bloody hell! What happened! Weasley, if you don't tell me what you did… I'll… I'll do something!" He said even stuttering over his words because he was so frustrated. "Pinch me, maybe I'll wake up."

"I will not pinch you Malfoy, I want to be the first to get out of this nightmare!" Ginny shouted a bit more loudly then she normally would; yet she was panicking. She held onto her forehead, feeling her pulse beat hard against her hand. It wouldn't be a surprise to her if he could hear her own heart pounding in her chest. However, Draco was far too interested with seeing if pinching himself would wake him up.

"Damnit Weasley, what did you do? Did you drug me?" He said in a tone that was as though he demanded her to tell him. There was no way he would have gladly got into a bed with her, or even go anywhere near a bed with her. Her mouth dropped open as he asked her, amazed by the stupid question he had just asked her. She was about to snap a remark back to him, yet she heard something outside the room.

Soft little footsteps came from outside the room, coming closer and closer. Soon the door opened a small bit, and two small heads peeked in. Only seconds later did both of the small child make their way fully into their room, both looking as though they had just seen ghost. It was noticeable they were paled, yet their skin looked as though it was naturally like that as well. They stood side by side, clutching one another's hands. One of the children was a small girl, not more then 6 years of age. She held strawberry blond hair that hung in soft curls, and noticeable freckles splattered across her rosy cheeks. The other was a small boy, who held tight a bear tightly with his free hand, and looked nothing older then the age of 4. He had pale blond hair, which clearly mimicked that of which lay on Draco's own head.

"Are you fighting with mummy, daddy?" The small girl asked Draco, yet all he could do was blink at her. Had she just called him daddy? He once more ran a hand threw his hair, glancing over at Ginny. She bit her lip once more, considering she didn't understand how this had happened. Had the small girl just called her mummy? She wanted to faint, or else lay down because she felt as though she might. However, the look on the girl's face made her want to pick her up, and hold her tight. She bent down so she was almost level with the younger girl, and gave her a weak smile.

"It's…" Ginny started, but she hardly knew what to say. Something seriously was wrong here, for it seemed as though the small children thought she was their mother. It was even stranger that they thought Draco of all people happened to be their father. She didn't understand whatsoever, considering she would never think of having kids with a man such as himself. By the look on Draco's own face, it was obvious that he felt the same way.

"Of course not, don't worry about it, we only had a small disagreement," Ginny finally said with a warm tone, brushing a fallen curl behind the girls ear. Draco looked at her amazed, how easily she was playing along with everything. He wasn't ready to be a parent, or pretend to actually care for these kids. He had never known what love was, and he surely didn't know how to show it. He also didn't feel like learning just because these things thought he was actually their father. "Now, why don't you two run along and get changed!"

The two kids gave their supposedly 'mum' a big hug, and hurried out of the room. Ginny watched them leave, and finally got back to her feet. She took a small step forward, before she blacked out and fell backwards. All this shock had made her faint, yet luckily Draco was quick on his feet. He caught hold of her before she hit the ground, and carefully placed her on the bed. He shook his head at the girl, thinking about how nice he had just been. It would have been easier if he simply let her fall to the ground, but that would give those two little kids reason to come running back.

While he let the damsel in distress sleep it off, he would try to figure out what the hell was going on. It didn't help that he felt so awkward being known as 'daddy', when he most defiantly was much too young to actually be one. He let out a frustrated groan, and glanced around the room. Everything felt so familiar to him, but why had he never seen any of it before this time? He once more ran a hand threw his hair, the hair that had looked identical to that the little boy happened to have.

Finally, after a few minutes of searching, something caught hold of his eye. It looked to be a calendar, one of those things those filthy mudbloods hung on their walls. A sneer rolled onto his face, as he roughly pulled it off of the wall. To his surprise, the year was completely different then it had been only last night. Instead of saying '1997', it read '2015'. Chills ran down his spin, because for once he didn't know what the reason for this happened to be. Draco was intelligent, and probably could pass for the most if that awful Hermione Granger didn't beat him at almost everything. He wouldn't admit that to anyone though, and never considered doing so either.

He sat down slowly on the bed, feeling faint himself. It didn't take long before Ginny finally opened her eyes, scanning the room and then once again it hit her to where she happened to be. A look of fright was written all over her face, and all Draco could do was snicker at her for it. She was supposed to be a Gryffindor, all brave and courageous. Ginny hardly let the hurt cross her face, considering it was nothing new to her. She was always underestimated, yet no one knew how strong she actually happened to be.

No one knew she lay at night, swarmed in her own tears, keeping her head high even with everything that has happened. Going into her first year at Hogwarts, she was like all the other kids, carefree and excited for the new responsibility. Yet, she wrote her soul slowly away in that black diary of hers, losing control of herself little by little. Not many knew about her past, and those that did never pressured her to talk about it. She was snapped away from her thoughts, as Draco's cold voice poured into them.

"We're in the future," Draco started, tossing the calendar at her. Her mouth dropped as she saw the numbers, staring at them as though they were simply part of her imagination. She turned her attention back to Draco, with her mouth still hanging slightly open. He raised a pale eyebrow, and went back informing her on what he had found out. "I don't know who played this bloody trick on us, but I will find out if it's the last thing I do."

"We need to contact Dumbledore," Ginny said with a hopeful smile, knowing that Dumbledore would probably know the reasoning behind this. He was the wisest and most knowledgeable wizard she happened to know, and it was rare that he didn't know something. She was glad to have finally thought of something productive to do, yet her smile flickered away as a frown was placed on his own lips.

"Yes, and how do you suppose we do that? Don't you think the old guy is dead already?" Draco said coldly to the girl, showing the hate for Dumbledore in his words. He never liked the man, not since he ratted out to the entire school that Voldermort was indeed back. Sure, Draco didn't want to become a Death Eater like so many perceived him to want. However, he simply was taking into account his own father's safety.

"I doubt he's dead yet Malfoy, it seems to me that the man has lived far too long to simply have died off in the last couple of years," she said, showing her own admiration for the man in her words. She adored him, mostly because he had saved Harry so many times when there was hardly any hope left.

"Do you like the old bag because he saved your darling Potter?"

"Shut it Malfoy…"

"Oh, is Potter a touchy subject for you Weasley? Did he not confess his love to you yet?" Draco said sarcastically, yet no emotion crossed over Ginny's face. She didn't care what the boy thought, considering he simply jumped to conclusions as everyone else had. She had been over the boy for ages, it just seemed like no one could accept that.

"I really think we should contact Dumbledore," Ginny said, completely ignoring his last comment. He simply shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to get involved in their love life. The last thing he needed was to help the Potter boy actually get a girl friend. He decided not to press it any longer, and simply went back to discussing what they would do about their current situation.

"Fine, why don't you just call him up then?" He shot back at her, annoyed with her quite a bit at the moment. He didn't know why such a girl would be so baffled with that loon. It somewhat stung, knowing that would never happen with him. He was what most saw as a spoiled brat, and to tell the truth, it hurt each time the words were uttered from someone's mouth. "Do you know where we are going to find him genius?"

"Hogwarts," she said with a amused tone, as though she thought he was thick for even asking such a question. A soft giggle ran out of her mouth again, and for some reason it didn't bother Draco. It was gentle and showed some joy, something different from what he was used to. Usually those that he hung around chuckled or laughed coldly, never in a gentle sort of way. Wait… had he just said he liked Ginny's giggle? He let out a deep sigh, not knowing what was getting into him. Maybe it was the air in this room.

He gave her a short nod, signaling they would depart for Hogwarts. Yet, there were still those two small kids outside that needed their attention. He got up from the bed, and grabbed some clothes from the closet. He then went into the bathroom to change, considering giving Ginny a little show of his naked body was something he wasn't going to ever be doing. He was surprised how long they have actually been in a room without killing each other. Well, they had been close to killing each other, but luckily nothing happened that either actually followed threw with it.

In the other room, Ginny slowly pulled herself off the bed, and threw open the closet. She stopped breathing for a short second, seeing all the selves filled with clothing. It was so rare for her to see so many clothes all placed together, such soft cloth and cute designs. Her family had always been pretty poor, yet supported them enough to be health and have a roof over their heads. However, they never had enough money to spend on expensive clothing, and as many as what happened to be in this closet. She didn't know how long she had been staring at them for, but the next moment she could hear Draco come from the bathroom.

"Never seen so many, have you Weasley?" Draco hissed at her, once more his famous smirk rolling on his lips. He threw his sleeping clothes lazily on the bed, and made for the door. He completely forgot about the two midgets running around out there, or what most would call children. If he had remembered, he would have waited for Ginny herself.

Ginny simply glared at him for his comment, and rolled her eyes as he made his way for the door. She quickly grabbed something that was easy for her to reach, never being one to spend time on clothes and makeup. She had given up actually being able to have those habits with her brothers, considering when she was young they looked down upon her for acting like that. She guessed they simply figured her to be like one of the boys, and they thought it would be silly if she were to actually care about things any normal small girl would.

Walking out the door, it felt like Draco was ambushed, considering both children flew onto him. The small girl wrapped her arms around his left leg, as the small boy did the same to his right. He wanted to yell and throw curses, yet he held his tongue, not even knowing if these squirts knew what magic happened to be. Luckily Ginny was a quick changer, because only moments later she came out of the room as well.

She was dressed quickly and only had thrown on whatever she found; yet everything looked stunning on her. Draco however wouldn't have admitted that, and simply thought it was horrible that a Weasley like herself was allowed to wear such nice clothing. As soon as they had clung onto his legs, they jumped off and ran over to Ginny. She was caught by surprise, and tumbled down to the ground, giggles springing once more from her mouth. She smiled weakly up at the kids that had tumbled down with her, as she pushed a vivid red curl out of her face.

"Mummy!! What are we doing today?" The small girl asked in a sing along tone, a bright grin plastered on her small thin face. Ginny looked up at Draco for help, yet all he did was give her a small cold shrug. He wasn't getting involved, considering she was actually acting as though she was the mother of these children. All right, so maybe he didn't even know how a father should act, but that was beside the point. Draco helped no one but himself, and that was final.

Ginny didn't know if these kids had a schedule, and maybe they had things planned for today. She guessed they wouldn't be in muggle schooling yet, for they looked to be far too young. Also, if by chance Draco was actually their real father in the future, she doubted he would let his own children attend anything to do with muggles.

"We… we're… going on… a small trip!" Ginny said as she stuttered her words, and a bright smile replaced the weaker one. She knew that if they wanted to find Dumbledore, these small things would need to come along as well. She wouldn't even need to explain to them why they were going there, only that they were to see their 'parents old school'. "Have you guys ever wanted to see our old school?"

"Yes!" Both of them shouted together, running to get on their shoes. Draco stared amazed at Ginny, glad that she could handle them so well. He of course was a hopeless case on acting like a parent, having never even been loved or cared by one. When he was a child, his father had never been around. And when he was, he only demanded Draco to be taught this and taught that. His mother was a different story, she had always showed love and care for him, but simply when she knew Lucius wasn't around. He was snapped out of his thoughts as the small girl shoved a pair of silver small objects at him, and ran off to tie up her shoes.

He looked at them not knowing at all what they happened to be, and looked up to Ginny for advice. She simply returned the cold shrug he had only just gave her. Finally, she pointed to something outside the window. A car. Draco got worried, knowing exactly that these were the keys to that automobile. He hated muggle things, and he hated to even have to be around them, let alone in them.

"No, Weasley, don't you dare… a car… me… no!" Draco hissed in a whisper, not wanting the children to hear him panic. He wanted a good reputation with them, and he wanted them to think he knew everything. Ginny simply let out a soft chuckle, before pulling on her shoes that seemed to now be beside the door. She walked out the door, with the little boy following. The young girl tugged lightly on Draco's sleeve to get him to move, and finally he pulled on his own shoes that were now beside the door as well. And finally after closing and locking the door the 'muggle' way, they were off…