Chapter Three
Reminiscences
This had to be a side effect of the green goop she had taken. It had to be. There would be no other reason to be dreaming about Draco Malfoy in this kind of situation. Though, how Ginny knew she was dreaming was a mystery to her. Maybe it was the slightly misty sensation at the edge of her vision.
Ginny was in what appeared to be a bedroom. The stone walls were completely bare except for the odd low-lit white candle hanging in a sterling silver sconce here and there. There were no windows, not even a door.
She was standing at the foot of a ridiculously huge bed. The bed had black silk sheets and a black silk canopy, hangings tied to the four thick, dark cherry wood posts. But it wasn't the bed that had all of her attention. It was the figure on it.
Draco sat propped up against the intricately carved headboard, surrounded by a multitude of silk clad pillows. His platinum hair that fell to his mid-back hung loose, a couple of the longish bangs falling into his right eye, a handful spilling over his right shoulder. His right knee was bent, with his right elbow resting on it while his left leg was stretched out. He was only clad in a pair of black silk pants that matched the sheets perfectly.
Ginny looked at him, just sitting there. She studied how pale his skin looked in so much darkness, like alabaster. She studied the blonde length of his long hair, the way it looked downy soft in the candlelight. She studied his lean form that hinted at hidden muscle, buried strength. She studied his unsmiling face, pointed and proud like so many aristocrats are. She looked into his eyes expecting to find hate, but did not. What she did find, the intensity, scared her.
What was emitting from his unblinking eyes was so powerful, so raw, that Ginny felt her breath catch when she first met the harsh gaze. The most prominent was the desire, no, the need that he was looking at her with.
She shivered despite herself.
Draco held his left hand out to her. "Come." A simple command, so low and soft that it was more like a growl than a word. Ginny wasn't even entirely sure that he had said it.
She stood there looking at him and couldn't quite remember why she would ever not come to him. Besides, it was only a dream.
She crawled over the edge of the bed, the white silk pants and tank she wore slipping like cool water over her skin. She grabbed fistfuls of the black cloth as she languidly made her way across the great expanse of the bed.
As she reached him, she placed her right hand in his left. He intertwined their fingers, using that to pull her closer.
She crawled in between his legs, and suddenly found the urge to rub her cheek on his right knee as she passed it. He looked down at her with that same blue fire intensity burning behind his eyes, only multiplied by the closeness.
She came almost nose-to-nose with him, still holding his hand, continuing to stare him straight in the eye. She felt overheated at the proximity of him, and could feel the strength in his hand, how easy it would be for him to overpower her. Yet, she couldn't pull away.
She heard her own heartbeat resounding in her ears, felt her breath coming almost in gasps, as he raised his right hand from his knee and raked it through her fiery locks, none too gently. It came to reside at the nape of her neck, fisting in the thick hair.
With one hard, little jerk she suddenly found her lips crashing into his, felt his tongue sparring with her own, felt the heat rushing from him over her in great waves making her tremble. She had never felt anything like this before. It was like he was trying to suck her into him, devour her through the mouth. It left her drained, shaky, sweaty, scared, and wanting more.
She felt as if her hair was standing on end, felt like her nerves were going wild. She stared into his eyes millimeters away, completely aware of every place their bodies were touching, cloth or no cloth.
She drew in a shaky breath, slowly blinking for the first time in what seemed to be forever.
Ginny opened her eyes to the stone ceiling of her room. She slowly sat up feeling clammy, cold and strangely alone.
For what reason, she couldn't remember.
Ooh, headache.
Draco woke with a start, not too far from where Ginny was simultaneously waking. He promptly smirked.
Damn, if she hadn't have blinked, we could still be doing…other things.
Ah, well. There were always other nights. He hadn't actually meant to invade her dreams a second time. But she hadn't remembered the first time, so she probably wouldn't this time.
He was really starting to like this particular side effect.
Ginny stepped onto Platform 9 ¾ feeling as if she were a schoolgirl again. And tired. Really tired.
Many of the faces were new, being the actual students. But looking around, she saw many of the people she had gone to school with as well, on Order business of course.
She sighed and proceeded to float her bags and cases to the train, then began looking for a compartment to sit in on the car especially added for the extra people.
This car really was a blast from the past. There were no current students on it. From the moment she stepped foot on it, it was like going back through time. She walked down the aisle, peeking in windows and waving to the people she knew. A couple of former Hufflepuffs here, a compartment full of former Ravenclaws there.
Almost halfway down, she passed a compartment with only two people in it, the only two former Slytherins. Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. A chill ran through her as Malfoy looked over and their eyes locked for a frozen moment.
Then she was walking past, looking at blank wall. She tried to shake off the weird feeling. It wasn't the first.
A couple more compartments down, she saw two of her fellow former Gryffindors, Colin Creevy and Neville Longbottom, sitting together. They saw her and motioned her inside.
"What was that?" Blaise Zabini asked his companion, only the glint in his eye showing he was amused.
"What?" Draco Malfoy replied.
"That…look."
Draco just frowned. He turned back to the opened potions book before him, but promptly shut it as Blaise opened his mouth again.
"Scary, isn't it."
A blank look. "What."
"Going back to the same school on the same train with the same people from years ago."
"Sure." Draco opened the book again.
"Hey. Why don't we fall into one of our original routines and bug the hell out of everybody else." Blaise suddenly proclaimed. Not waiting for an answer, he rose to his feet and opened the compartment door.
Draco sighed, throwing the old book next to him and rising also.
Draco wasn't paying attention to much as Blaise led him down the hallway, not even realizing they were passing several compartments up. In fact, when he stopped, Draco almost ran right into Blaise.
He looked up, surprised to see they were standing right in front of his spitfire's compartment. He didn't even have the time to hiss 'bastard' at Blaise before he was sliding the door open and swishing in.
Ginny and her two companions were not expecting the visit. But, as usual, the Slytherins didn't care. They came prancing in as if they owned the place (not saying that they didn't have enough money to own).
But still.
"Can we help you?" Ginny asked, feeling suddenly nervous as Draco turned icy eyes on her.
What was it about his eyes? And what kind of cologne did he wear?
Blaise Zabini smirked, taking in the look between the two. "Ginny, darling, haven't seen you in soooo long. Tell me, how has it been going?"
"I don't have the patience to put up with you right now. Get out, before I make you." She said shortly, feeling slightly woozy from the suffocating and tantalizing smell.
"You really think you could?" Draco asked, raising one pristine eyebrow.
"You really think I couldn't?" her voice dropped to a low growl. "I am exhausted and hungry, so right now would not be an opportune time to piss me off!"
Draco narrowed his eyes. "Didn't sleep well?"
"I feel like I didn't sleep at all. Like I was up all night doing something. Why?" Once again with the eyes.
He just shook his head.
"Are you gone yet?" Collin asked after a brief awkward pause, a look up supreme dislike etched on his face.
"Yeah, yeah," Blaise murmured before swishing back out of the compartment. "See you around, Weasley."
"Well, that was…strange," Neville spoke for the first time in a while. He was one of the Order members who volunteered to return to Hogwarts, not get assigned.
"Yeah," Ginny mumbled, watching platinum hair swing after a man who seemed to be catching her eye quite a lot lately.
Giving her head a little shake, she continued, "Well, if you guys don't mind, I'm going to try to catch up on some sleep. Wake me when the food trolley comes?"
And with that, she sank down into a pile on the seats directly across from the two guys.
"So, when are you going to tell her?" Blaise Zabini suavely introduced the next topic of conversation after the uninformative meeting.
"What?" Draco just looked at him blankly.
"Oh, come on. I already knew you were part veela, and from the way you two were acting, Weasley is obviously your mate. So, how're you going to break the news?"
Draco sighed, leaning his head back in an uncharacteristic way. "I don't know, Blaise. I just don't know."
