That night, it happened again. Draco lay in his bed in a deep, drunken sleep, before the dream became too intense.

He shot up, his head spinning with erotic images of her: the dark angel of his dreams. Weasley. Virginia Weasley. She was clearer now than she had been last night. No red haze, just clear visions of her in all her glory, threatening to drive him insane each time he awoke and realised it had simply been a dream.

For they felt like more; they felt so intense and extreme that it was hard to believe they were but a fragment of his imagination. He could swear that he could actually feel her there; He could smell her, and feel her and hear her. Even now that he was awake, the images of her had imprinted themselves on his mind, and her screams resounded in his head.

He couldn't bare it. Couldn't take the fact that SHE was the one that was teasing him and she didn't even know it.

"No" he muttered as he picked his robe up from the floor and shrugged it on before opening the French windows to his room, and looking over across the grounds of Hogwarts, watching the Womping Willow sway in the chilly October wind.

He loved the night. The quiet peacefulness soothed his usually chaotic mind. He drew in a long breath of the cold, crisp air before going inside and settling back down into his bed, anticipating the wave of dreams that would keep him company until morning.

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"You're looking a bit rough today mate, if you don't mind my saying so" Sebastian Black said, glancing at his friend from over the mornings fresh copy of the Prophet.

"Anything wrong?" He enquired in a voice that made it sound like he didn't really care. Nobody truly did in that house; they just had good breeding, and with that came manners and class. Well…usually.

"Didn't get much sleep actually" Draco replied lazily, his gaze not shifting from his paper.

"Oh yeah? Which did you get this time?"

"Eh? No, no, nothing like that. God knows none of the girls around here are capable of keeping me excited for more than a few hours" he lied. He knew one that could literally keep him entertained for nights on end.

"I don't know Drake. Lavinia's been looking a bit better after that boob job she had over summer. But I don't get it, they just don't feel right. Some weird muggle invention, so naturally they get it all wrong"

"Hmm" Draco replied, glancing around the hall for the red-headed-dream-dropping weasel girl. Just as he was doing so, she and her little goody Gryffindork pals swished through the great hall and towards their table. He watched her; watched the infuriatingly arrogant catwalk strut she picked up from somewhere, and watched her sashaying past tables of appreciative little boys.

Is that really that ugly little duckling that used to chase after Saint Potter relentlessly?

It couldn't be.

Her entire demeanour was different. She was both appallingly confident and indefinably saucy.

He shook his head; who would have thought it? The great Draco Malfoy, lusting after the little Weaslette.

"Sickle for your thoughts" Sebastian offered.

"No way" Draco Smirked back.

"He's looking" Hermione said inconspicuously, trying to keep her eyes away from his blatant stares.

"I know" Ginny replied, sounding excited.

"Fun, isn't it? Almost…liberating" she finished.

"I wouldn't call it that" Hermione scoffed as they finally reached the Gryffindor table and took their normal seats. Ron put an arm over her and Hermione relaxed. Nominal chit chat erupted between members of their little group.

Lavender and Parvarti, gossiping about the latest little Hogwarts scandal and Ron, Hermione and Harry were talking about some potions work they had to do after lessons.

Ginny figured what better thing to do over breakfast than a little Malfoy- messing.

She raised her cat like eyes up from Lavenders copy of Teen Witch Weekly, hoping to catch Malfoy's dark grey one's for a little "Hello there" contact.

Ginny's breath hitched in her throat when she looked up to realise that he was staring right at her, his face blank, betraying no emotion, his gaze holding her in place making her feel like she was afraid to look away.

Aha! He had caught her off-guard! Her dark eyes widened in surprise and her lips parted a little to let in a gasp of air. Malfoy found the pink blush rising up her graceful neck very appealing.

He smirked at her, letting her know that he thought he had managed to rattle her once again.

Urgh, that insufferable smirk was back! Yes, she had been caught off guard, but she wasn't the type to shy away after one small falter. No, she was no longer that girl, and she was desperate to prove that to him.

She met his gaze and stared him down, letting her eyes give him the promise of the temptress that lay inside.

Her lips curled into a smirk of her own as she saw a momentary look of confusion rise in his face, before it went back to being blank.

She wasn't backing down. Not yet, not ever.

What was she doing? Lord, those eyes. They could sleigh men where they stand, and lead even the purest of hearts into temptation.

The longer he looked into her gaze, the more of the dreams flashed through his mind. He needed to look away, but if he did, he would appear weak. He kept his eyes firmly on her, deciding that the best approach was to try and make her so uncomfortable that she would be the one to shy away from this petty game.

He let his eyes rake over her face, slowly, and then down the part of her body that was visible. Then he let his eyes move slowly back up before locking into her gaze again.

Yes! He saw her shiver! He still had it. And her eyes looked darker and cut into him deeper than they had done before.

She felt a shiver run up her spine as his arrogant eyes worked their way along her appearance. Every time his eyes met hers, a warm sensation ran through her body, centralising itself between her legs. She was impressed. He could do things to her without even touching her. Even when he was up to 20 feet away from her! Now that was a talent.

But everything he could do, she decided she could do better.

She cocked her head to one side, picked up her goblet and sipped a little pumpkin juice from it, closing her eyes slowly as she did so. When she looked back up, she let her tongue run over her gently parted lips before catching the bottom one between her teeth and biting it a little, letting her eyes stray away from his once again, before looking back with a small, devilish looking smile playing on her perfect mouth.

It worked! He looked away!

Draco glanced around, making sure nobody was watching his little flirtation with the Weasley girl. Thankfully, they were all so self-involved, they hadn't seen a thing.

He returned his attention to his prey.

How dare she be so brazen before 9am? He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was playing with him, but where she got the courage to do so beat him. That daft "Gryffindor Spirit" that they were all so proud of he supposed.

This was far too childish for him, so he ripped a piece of parchment from his leather bound ledger and wrote a few words in his impeccable script, before folding into the shape of a swan and sent it flying across the hall to her, over the heads of all the gossipy students.

We could do this all day.

-DM

Was all it said when the note arrived at her table. She frowned at it, puzzled. It was utterly pointless. It wasn't a question, a command, or a flirtatious comment, but simply…a thought.

How does one address such a bland statement.

Except to use it to make Malfoy's blood begin to boil.

I'm sure you could, but I have better things to be getting on with.

-GW

Excuse me?

Better things?

That insolent little wench! How dare she disregard him in such an abrupt fashion?

When he finally looked up, after managing to control his shock, she was gone.