Disclaimer: All these characters (except the kids pretty much… Desdemona and Devlin) 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: Wow… another chapter the day after I posted the last! I am quite proud of myself! XD I hope you enjoy it and all, and more to come soon enough!

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Uneasy Nights

If only I knew why you happened to cry so…

By: SlytherinAmbition

"We… we aren't going… to actually sleep in the same bed?" Ginny whispered, showing signs of both horror and disgust clearly on her face. She had never slept in the same bed as a boy, and she hadn't even shared a bed with one of her brothers. How was she actually suppose to get to sleep knowing that Draco Malfoy was beside her, possibly plotting murder once her eyes closed.

"Scared of me Weasel? Think I'm going to do something to you?" He questioned her, before he grabbed a handful of the blanket and tossed it open. He let out a cold chuckle, before getting in the bed himself. He wasn't happy of the situation they were in either, and sharing a bed with the littlest weasel was the last thing he wanted.

Truth be told, he had never been one to have many girls in his bed, he actually had never had another girl in his bed. His mother had never even done something like sleep in his same bed, and the though of crawling into bed with his mother and father at a young age was a joke. At school that was most defiantly a different story, being that he was known to be quite the womanizer. The only girl he had ever even kissed was Pansy Parkinson, which had been a mistake in the first place. It was a memory he never wanted to really think of much.

"No… it's just… well…" Ginny stuttered, feeling the blush creeping to her cheeks. She was embarrassed, I mean, who wouldn't be when they were supposed to 'get into bed' with the boy with the biggest reputation for being a womanizer? She wasn't afraid that he would try and do anything in those manners with her, considering he couldn't even really look at her without hatred written on his face.

"You have better chances of getting struck by lightening then me actually doing something to you Weasley. I do have my standards," he said arrogantly, only proving her last train of thought. He began to adjust himself in the bed, and when he was finally settled, his eyes darted back to the girl still standing by the bed. "You could always sleep on the couch."

"Oh shut it Malfoy, that would only give the kids reason to question us again." Ginny said angrily, before throwing open the covers on her side, and sliding into the sheets. Surprising, they were soft, and so much nicer then any other she had ever slept in. She of course still knew that Draco was very well lying beside her, and kept the appropriate distance from the boy.

"Just don't snore too loudly, all right Weasel?" Draco said coldly, a smirk visibly on his lips in the dark. He finally closed his stormy gray eyes. He of course wasn't sleeping, simply resting his eyes. Ever since he was a small child, he had never been that great of a sleeper. He spent many nights wondering the halls at his manor, as well as wondering the halls of Hogwarts while at school. It was a miracle if he got more then three hours of sleep some nights, yet it was something that had become normal for him.

"Very funny Malfoy," she said sarcastically, before slowly dropping into silence. He said nothing to defend himself, and she looked towards him to find out why. Sure enough, the boy was 'sleeping', or so Ginny thought. She turned back, and looked up at the ceiling. Her eyes slowly began to drop; yet she kept forcing them back open. She didn't want to fall asleep; scared of the memories that would come once she did so. She hated to have those dreams with Draco so close by, not knowing what would happen once her eyes were closed.

Sadly, being that it was a very eventful day, it seemed as though it took a lot out of the poor girl. Her eyes dropped one last time, to finally close for good. Her breathing was steady and soft, as she soon drifted into a peaceful sleep. If only that would last…

Having heard Ginny's steady breathing, Draco slowly opened his eyes. His eyes carelessly drifted towards the sleeping girl, and he watched her longer then he should have. There was just something that seemed to make his eyes dangle on her. The only answer he could come up with was that it was her horribly red hair. Looking a touch closer, she didn't seem as bad as he would have thought a moment before.

The moonlight shone threw the window, casting on Ginny's pale skin, her vibrant red hair softly falling in her face. If only everything was so peaceful in her mind, considering it was far from that. It started out like all the others had, her sitting silently on a bench in the middle of darkness. Her eyes darted down towards her hands, noticing the red dye that seemed to be on them. Blood, they were covered in blood. She looked at her surroundings; waiting for something to explain why she was in the state she was.

Before she got to find the answer, a door in the pitch black slammed open. The soft light from behind it showed a figure, tall and lanky. Her eyes shifted up to see a hood covering the figures face, and although she couldn't see his face, she knew exactly who it was. She had grown to love and care for him, to put all her soul and trust into the man. He glanced down at her tear-streaked face, and instantly an evil grin slid onto his lips. At the time of the event, she would have simply thought of him to be smiling at her, yet this time it looked as though he was enjoying how she looked.

"Why… why has this happened?" She muttered to him, it only coming out as quietly as the soft breathing that came from his mouth. With the question, all she got was a cold laugh, the laugh she remembered as though it was only yesterday. She looked up to him with pleading eyes, wishing he would give her the answers she needed. "Please… why… why!"

She tried to stand up and reach for him, but it was useless, she had no strength to do anything of the sort. Her hands began to shake, as did her body. She felt the sweat on her cheeks, and the cut that strung from it on her cheek. She loved him; she had thought he had felt the same. She had given him everything she had, trusting his warm words he gave back. Never before had anyone else put so much care into her, or had given her so much attention. Yet, it was all fake, every last bit of it.

"Why… why are you doing this to me…" She finally mustered to say, and then out of nowhere she felt soft shaking at her side. Draco stood over her, a worried expression worn on his face she had never seen before. His arms were at her side, telling her that it was only a dream. She could feel that real tears had formed, and that real sweat had accumulated on her forehead as well.

"Weasley, calm down, it was only a dream…" Draco said, his voice strangely shakier then normal. Ginny's chocolate brown eyes gaze up at him, trying to comprehend what he had just said. A dream, it was nothing more then a dream… Yet, it was something more to her, it was her past replaying itself and haunting her all over again.

It was a game she played with herself, something that constantly happened. She spent long hours fighting with herself, trying hard not to fall into a deep sleep. Once her eyes closed, and her head hit the pillow, it was all up to her mind to decide what she dreamt. Rarely was it about something pleasant, perhaps about the Christmas season that was soon advancing or the next Quidditch practice. Mostly she relived her past, the memories coming back to haunt her.

Over the years she had tried hard to come to terms with what had happened, learning new ways to move on from the horrible time. With each passing day, she got a touch better, yet not to the extent most would. She played the game with herself, always bringing back the memories in her sleep when she was slowly starting to come to better terms with the event. With each nightmare she happened to have, her chances of ever coming to terms with it looked further and further away.

"I'm scared…" she finally managed to say; yet it came out faint and uneasy. Draco slowly wrapped his arms around the small girl, bringing her into his chest. He didn't know what to do, and knew that making a nasty comment about how he didn't want to touch her wouldn't have helped her whatsoever. With much hesitation, she finally let her head drop onto his chest. She needed someone that night, even if that someone happened to be Draco Malfoy. Never had she depended on someone, let someone hold her and tell her it would be alright.

She knew they would worry, and hated that they would worry about her when the world was in chaos. Hermione would tell her to see the headmaster at once, and then she would go and look in books for solutions. Her brother probably would have asked for details about the dreams, and continue to question her about the past events that haunted over her. Then there would be Harry, good old Harry. She knew he would be there for her, take care of her and hold her tight until she could fall asleep. Yet, she also knew that he had a lot on his own mind, and hardly felt like adding more stress to the boy.

Yet, here she was with Draco Malfoy, letting him hold onto her as she drifted off into finally a peaceful sleep. One would probably come to the conclusion that both were insane if they saw them, for never had something like this ever happen before. Slytherin's and Gryffindor's simply didn't mix, and most defiantly not Malfoy's and Weasley's. Draco held her as warmly as he could, although his hold was stiff and uneasy. Soon without much as another word, the small girl drifted off to sleep.

Draco let out a soft sigh as he leaned back, his own back coming into contact with the bed frame. Ginny's light body stayed on his chest, as he watched it softly rise with each breath he took. The small girl had gave him a fright, one he never would have thought to experience with anyone but himself. However, oddly as it was, he was actually scared of what was happening of her. He of course wouldn't have admitted it at the time, and simply thought that he felt the way anyone would have in that sort of situation. And it wasn't like he really wanted to come up with an excuse to tell the children why their 'mother' was dead, right?

Before long he too drifted off to sleep, yet only was asleep a few select hours. The sun would rise any moment, as the second day would soon begin. Seeing as only the first day had passed, it felt like the next few would be going as slow. Surprisingly however, the days soon turned into weeks, and then the weeks turned into a month. Sooner then Ginny or Draco would like to have admitted, it was advancing on the end of October.

Ginny was glad that things were advancing quicker then she would have guessed, though she still didn't know how she would get home. Also, one thing stuck at the back of her mind, the fact that Harry had never been mentioned once. What had happened to the famous boy-who-lived?

Author's Note: Much shorted then the last, but it was to get the timeline movie a touch. It also got to explain Draco seeing Ginny in a whole new light, and that maybe there is more to her then meets the eye? More on Harry to come… but I ain't telling you what has come of him… not yet at least.

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!!Thank You's!!

Golden Fawkes: Thanks for your comment! I hope you enjoy this latest chapter, and more to come!

amaga: Thanks for your comment, and I'll write more soon as well!

LunarianPrincess: Thanks so much! Yeah, both of the mentioning of the 'Dead Person' and 'Harry' are clues to later in the chapters. XD

Tara-Yo: Thanks so much for your compliment! Yeah, this story is after the big war between Harry and Voldermort, but I'm not going to say what has happened to Harry, not just yet. XD

Paige2310: Well, this chapter answered your question about if they sleep in the same bed. Yet, I can't say if it's Harry who has died or not… that will come in the later chapters! Thanks for your comment!