Chapter 1

Come here, Ginny. Come to me.

Ginevra Weasley moved towards the bright light which was practically blinding her, one hand over her eyes. "Wh-Who's there?" she said softly, her lips trembling. She was lost, afraid and tired. Where was she?

You'll know who I am when you hold me. Come with me, Ginny. Let's run away together.

"No! I won't follow you! I don't even know who you are!" Ginny screamed, taking a few steps back. She recognized that voice, but just couldn't put a finger to it who it was.

Don't be afraid of me, love! It's me! There's nothing to be afraid of… It's just me. I love you Ginny, don't go! Don't leave me here alone… Come with me and we'll run away to a world without troubles, you promised me that you'll follow me!

Ginny felt someone grab her wrist as she turned around to run, but she couldn't see anyone there. "Let go of me! I don't know what you're talking about! I didn't promise you anything!" Ginny screamed, as she struggled and fought against the strong grip. She managed to escape from the tight grip that was holding her. The red marks from the nails of the invisible hand that had been holding her stung her wrist. She started to run as fast as she could, where to, she had no idea.

You promised… The voice repeated over and over again as Ginny ran. Suddenly, she tripped and fell to the ground. The voice started getting louder and louder, ringing non-stop in her ear. She screamed and tried to fight it off, but it didn't work. Slowly, the voice faded and the bright light that had been blinding her slowly darkened and soon she was left in pitch black darkness. You promised…

Ginny's eyes flew open and she shot out of her bed. Her heart thumped loudly as she thought of what had happened. It was just a dream, she thought. But why did that strong grip feel so real? She looked down at her wrist and noticed the red marks on her hand. What was going on? She got up and put on her robes. She ran down to the Great Hall, trying to forget about what had happened. She figured it was probably just another silly dream she had some nights, and she must've been so frightened during the nightmare that she had dug her own nails into her wrist.

"Ginny! There you are! You're lucky I saved you some toast. Neville was having another hunger attack and ate almost everything he saw!" Ronald Weasley exclaimed, laughing as he, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger watched Neville Longbottom gobble up the last few pieces of chicken. Ginny managed a slight giggle and sat down. Ron, oblivious to Ginny's lack of enthusiasm, put the pieces of toast on her plate and asked, "We're going to the library later, care to join us?"

"Sure." Ginny finally said, failing to think of a reasonable excuse. She wasn't very fond of going to the library, and preferred to finish her homework at the very last minute. She finished up her toast and followed the trio to the library. When they got there, Ginny grabbed the first book she saw on the bookshelf and took a seat. She begin to remember the dream again, and started to question herself. Why was that voice so familiar? Who did it belong to? Why was I so mesmerized by it? I need to find out who it was!

"Morning Potty, Mudblood and Weasel and Weaselette. How are you all?" Draco smirked, taking a seat at the table beside the four of them. Ginny suddenly sensed the familiarity in the voice and let out a slight yelp. "Something wrong, Weaselette? Or are you just being your usual, lame and stupid self, yelping out of nowhere?" Draco said. Even in that tone of voice, Ginny sensed something different. She could hear the slight concern in his voice. She said nothing and looked back at her book.

I can't believe it. It was Malfoy, Ginny thought. She looked up at Draco who was busy finishing up his Potions essay. She couldn't help but stare at his amazing blond hair, a few strands of his fringe falling in front of his eye. He was so handsome and incredibly sexy. No girl in Hogwarts could resist him, not even she. If only he could change that arrogant attitude of his… Draco felt that someone was staring at him and looked up at Ginny. "What are you drooling at, dear Weaselette?" Draco said, his smirk appearing on his face once again.

"I wasn't drooling at you, Draco. Or not I would be mentally retarded." Ginny said, smirking back, but failing, as she barely ever smirked and ended up with a very odd grin. "Well, aren't you?" Draco said loudly. Ginny began to heat up. "Aren't I what!" she asked. She felt herself boiling up. How dare he call her a retard!

"Malfoy… Don't push it." Ron said, his hand balling up into a fist under the table.

"Easy there, Ginny. No need to get into such a temper. And Ron, don't you think your sister is already big enough to handle herself? Or do you still feel the need to be the big brother around here?." Draco grinned. "You want a piece of me!" Ron shouted, standing up suddenly. "Ron.." Hermione whispered and gently tugged on his robe. Ron sat back down, but he didn't shift his gaze from Draco. Hermione gave him a soft peck on his lips and took his hand.

"Aww.. isn't that cute? You and that mudblood make such a good couple! One annoying weasel and one dirty blooded whore." Draco laughed to himself. "That's it, we're getting out of here," Harry said, suddenly standing up and gathering his books. Ron and Hermione followed, giving Draco an angry glance. "Come, Ginny," Ron ordered. Ginny put the book back on the book shelf and followed Ron, using her hair to cover her face and she walked pass Draco. As she headed towards the door, her back facing Draco, she could feel his stare practically burning a hole through her back.

Midnight had passed hours ago, but Ginny still kept awake. She had difficulty sleeping, and couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. She got out of her bed, giving up hope on getting any sleep that night, and went to the common room. It couldn't be Draco who was in my dream last night… It just couldn't… Ginny thought, taking a seat by the fireplace. She had fancied Draco for many months now, but she didn't dare admit it. What will people say about me if they ever found out? She knew that there was no point in having a crush on Malfoy. Her family, especially Ron, would never approve of it. And it was Draco's dear father who had put Tom Marvolo Riddle's diary along with all her other books in her second year. But Ginny couldn't help but wonder why Draco had been staring at her and paying more attention to her these past few days. Did he know something?

Deciding to take a walk, she snuck out of the Gryffindor common room and made her way to the lake for some fresh air. Well, what's the point of thinking about it. It was, after all, just a dream. Why make such a big deal out of it? Ginny thought, shrugging. She sat down on the grass and stared into the dark sky, smiling at the sight of the beautiful twinkling stars, forgetting about her worries for just a moment. Suddenly, she let out a little sneeze, shivering slightly.

"Cold?" A voice asked. Ginny jumped and spun around, only to find herself staring into the beautiful green eyes belonging to Draco Malfoy.

"Uh, yea. Kind of," Ginny answered, her heart beating faster and faster as Draco made himself comfortable beside her. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?"

"Hey, this is my school too you know," Malfoy said, chuckling good-naturedly. Ginny smiled. He seemed so much sweeter and nicer when he was alone with her. And that didn't happen very often, as Ron always found the need to patrol and protect Ginny from every little bit of thing. The two of them sat there for a while, staring into the beauty of the night sky.

"You know, you're not allowed to be here at this time of night. It isn't safe. I, being the head boy and all, would have to escort you back safely to your room, young beauty," Malfoy said, giving a cheesy grin and standing up.

"Sigh… alright," Ginny gave in, getting up. Malfoy reached his hand out expectantly, waiting for her to take it. Ginny hesitated and stared at his hand for a moment, then took it, feeling electricity go through her body. They strolled beside the lake towards the school, hand in hand. Ginny couldn't help glancing at Draco whenever he wasn't looking. He was just so good to look at, she couldn't resist staring at him.

"Thanks for taking me back here…" Ginny said when they arrived, suddenly becoming very interested in her worn out sneakers. She let go of Draco's hand and stuffed her hands into the pockets of her robes.

"Don't sneak out again. Filch would catch you one day if you're unlucky. I might not be there to save you and take you back before he comes," Draco smirked. "Promise me you won't sneak out again, okay?"

"Okay," Ginny replied.

"You promised…" Draco said. He looked into Ginny's almond eyes and thought about kissing her. Just as he begin to move himself closer to her, Ginny interrupted and put her hand on his chest to stop him.

"I-I can't. I'm sorry," Ginny stammered. "I'm not ready..."

Draco turned red pink and his face lips immediately turned into a smirk. "Who said I was going to do anything, Weaselette?" Draco turned and walked down the hallway, not looking back. Ginny sighed and went back into the room, throwing herself on her bed, still not able to fall asleep. But this time, it wasn't caused by the dream. It was about something else. You promised…