A/N: Thanks to my constant reviewers! I love you guys! I have my fic all planned out to the tee, and I think you'll enjoy it (or rather, I hope you will). Also, I noticed a bunch of stuff that wasn't all that clear, or correct, in the last chapter. I'm going to mildly rewrite it. Not all of it, mind you, just some certain parts. Example: Draco and Snape's convo, Harry's breakfast…

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Ginny became very aware of her surroundings all at once. It wasn't like opening one's eyes to the bright morning light. It was just a realization of consciousness. It was how her dreams usually began. Even with her lack of sleep she had never forgot this particular sensation. She hated it. It made her feel as though she had been daydreaming and rudely awaken. It had played a part in her sleep deprivation, in that she would dread sleeping so much that at the beginning to would actually avoid it. Sometimes she would purposefully not sleep. She hated her sleep as much as she had missed it. She had never dreamed much before and was grateful for it. She recalled the stories Ron had told her in confidence about Harry's dreams in his fifth year. But ever since her trembling began, her sleeps became increasingly lacking in rest due her vivid dreams. She never really worried about them being visions or premonitions. They had a cartoon quality about them. Objects and people that weren't in her direct vision or attention were blurred or distorted.

And that is how she knew she was in dream right then. She was in her bed, as her dreams usually started off regardless of where she had fallen asleep in reality. The curtains were an oddly bright red color (asopposed to the usual crimson tone)and the gold fringe seemed to sparkle. She looked around and saw her peers sound asleep. Or she assumed they were her peers. None of them could she make out clearly. That was until she got up and past Hermione's bed. Her face was surprisingly sharp. Her features stood out plainly. From the small band of freckles on her nose to the perfect straightness of each strand of her dull brown hair.

Ginny ignored it and continued walking. Something in her, like an instinctive voice, told her to walk around a bit. She left the girls dormitory. The further she drifted from her bed the more certain she was about this being a dream. As objects past from her view they fell into a dark mist that was behind her. She couldn't distinguish any stone from another. The cracks seemed to disappear the masonry turned into a bumpy gray wall. She noticed one student sleeping on the couch. The form of the body was sloppy looking and Ginny couldn't make out who it was. Her instinctive voice told her to go on but she wanted to see who was there. She crept closer trying not to awake them. The head of the body was hidden under a worn, knitted blanket. She came closer and knelt down in front of where she suspected the face to be.

Her fingers clasped the blanket and gently peeled the blanket from the face. A tuft of wild dark hair first caught her attention. She knew who it was immediately. All the same she continued to pull away the covering. Like Hermione's, Harry's features seemed distinctively accurate. She figured this was because she was so close. His mouth widened, let out a yawn and then his body turned away from Ginny. She got up and continued walking to the portrait. She took one last look back to see who else was there. No one was, but as her head turned forward her eyes caught sight of Harry's arm. There was the scar he received while practicing quite a while ago. It was outlined in a way that made it easy to see but the actual scarred part was very faint. Shaking thecuriousity fromher head Ginny left the common room.

Outside the room she saw something move in the shadows. It moved with a grace that was attractive to her. Her voice told her to track it. Each torch in the hallway was lit when she started off. But after she past each set, the torches blew out. In reality this would have struck her weird and even frightened her. However, she knew, with more certainty with each step she took, that she was dreaming.

Suddenly she heard a voice call out. She didn't understand what it said and turned to see what was yelling. She believed it to belong to a person; a person whose silhouette was lost in the darkness of corridor. Then she heard a crash and it was then she noticed that something that she was following had quickened its pace. She forgot about the person behind her and chased after the graceful creature.

"Where is she?" Draco yelled out. He lifted up her pillows and threw them off the bed. He tore off the sheets and ripped down the curtains. It was almost as if he expected her to jump up and say, "Gotcha!"

"How the hell do I know?" Harry answered just as angry but in a more quiet way. He looked around the room. "There's no sign of a struggle or anything," he mused aloud.

"You think she went willingly?" Draco asked incredulously.

"I don't know." Harry turned around.

"Where are you going?" He asked when he heard Harry walking away. Draco's voice was muffled due to the fact his head was underneath Ginny's bed;

"Bathroom. You never know," Harry answered before Draco could ask. He knew it would be empty. If Ginny was in there he would've heard the shower. He also would've seen an outfit set out on her bed (he noticed it the last time she took a shower he remembered with a smile).

Draco was just about to tell Potter nothing was under the bed until he saw Ginny's trunk. He knew that nothing that important would be in there but he decided to look anyway while St. Potter was checking the bathroom. He noticed the lock on the trunk immediately and preformed the correct spell to open it. He also made a mental note to buy her a more secure lock after this was all over. He lifted the top and to his immediate sight were robes. Old, worn, hand me down robes. He pushed them aside and while doing that a piece of paper fell out of the pocket. It was note. It was old and the paper had yellowed considerably. He knew it was wrong but he opened it all the same assuring himself that it was for the best. Hey, you never know if that note contained important information on where she was now until you open it. And if it didn't, well, then he wouldn't mention it to Ginny.

Upon opening the note he saw that it wasn't titled to anyone in particular. It just started off. He read the whole thing. It was crap. Pure crap. It had no relevant information at all. It was just a lot of lovey dovey, musy gushy, boyfriend girlfriend things. Then, all at once it hit him. It was a wave of anger and sadness. He wanted to beat the living hell out of someone and he wanted to cry (that was, if he could actually cry. He was a Malfoy after all). He soon realized that he was jealous. For the first time in his life he admitted to feeling jealous. Mostly because it was the first time that he had been hit with the emotion. Who the hell was the person that wrote this letter? It obviously was written to Ginny; why else would she have it! Just as his jealously hit its peak, he figured that it must be from Ginny's ex boyfriend. He had no idea who that was because he had never taken that great of an interest in the littlestWeasley before this year.

He looked back down at the trunk and saw a white piece of parchment sticking out of one of the robes. He grabbed it hastily, hoping this one would contain names. Opening, he knew it already. He didn't need names. He knew who wrote it, and he knew who received it. It was the letter he had written Ginny during Winter break. Thinking back on it now, Winter break seemed like a forever ago.

"I thought you didn't write letters," a voice teased.

Draco jumped a little and turned around to face a smug looking Potter. "I don't," he said shortly shoving the note and the letter back into the trunk. He then closed it with a slam.

"Well, you fooled me then. That certainly did seem like your signature on the end of that note," Harry responded with a smirk.

Draco resisted the urge to smack him. "So what if it was." He got up and walked to the stairs.

"Aww, Malfoy does have a soft spot!" Harry put his hand on his chest as he said the phrase in a detectibly feminine voice.

"Shut up Potter!" Draco spat at him before falling on his ass as the stairs turned into a stone slide.

"Ahh!" both him and Harry screamed in unison while the sliding down to the very hard floor. Obviously, their bickering had distracted them to the point where they forgot about the trick stairs.

Ginny had been following the graceful thing for quite some time now. In fact, she was positive that she was now outside the castle. Though, it was eerily dark and she couldn't be too sure of anything. It was the cracking of sticks and old leaves that gave away that detail. If that was true, she had no idea how long she had been outside though.

"Where are you going?" She asked not expecting an answer back.

Her next footfall did answer her though. The sound of her foot landing in a goop told her she was no longer outside but in that tunnel she had taken Draco before break. Merlin, did that feel a world away. It was weird that she would be dreaming about that. She had never dreamed about it before or during her 'sickness.' Her dreams during her trembling times had mostly been frightening and creepily distorted, as far as she could remember. She noticed soon that it was only her steps that were echoing in the tunnel. The creature had stopped. Her heart started beating faster and her eyes jetted back and forth.

Then her eyes spotted a silhouette down at the far end of the tunnel. It was the right height for who she wanted to see. She slowed her pace and carefully continued. She soon saw a cloak. An ethereal light shined upon it and it sparkled green. She quickened her pace. Could it be? The only pleasant dream she had, and it involved him. 'That must mean something,' part her said. She shut that part up momentarily as she tried to confirm her suspicions. She was a stones throw away but she stopped. She stood motionless for a little bit hoping the figure would announce it's self. When that didn't happen she took a painstakingly careful step forward.

Her tired, hushed voice called out, "Draco?"

"Ow," Harry breathed out.

"Hef voff ee!"

Harry shook his head. "Huh?"

"Giff oof EE!" the voice screamed out a second time.

"OH!" Harry exclaimed as he realized that his ass was sitting on someone's face.

"Air!" Draco screamed as Harry shifted.

"Ha-ha…I mean, I'm sorr-" Harry couldn't even finish he was laughing so hard.

"Well, when you say it like that," Draco reasoned. Then he hit Potter squarely on the shoulder, "bastard."

"That was totally worth it." Harry rubbed his shoulder.

"Enough!" Draco stood up and tried to ignore the fact Harry fucking Potter had been sitting on his face. "So, anything in the bathroom?"

"Nope."

"What now?" Draco walked to portrait hole. He turned his head to see a worried looking first year sitting at the far table by the fireplace. He made a menacing face and the kid returned to its work. He laughed on the inside.

"Cheap trick," Harry told him while walking at his side.

"Yeah, well, I get my jollies when I can. So what now?"

"Hmm…" Harry tapped his chin. "Let's think."

"Wait a minute." Draco stuck out his arm in front of Harry before he could go any further. "Who told us Ginny was up there?"

"Mary," Potter responded instantly. Then it hit him too. "Ginny couldn't have left without us noticing. There's no secret passage up there."

Draco didn't know how Harry knew this but decided to trust him on it. What other option did he have? "Mary lied then," he said simply.

Harry looked appalled. "No way. Mary is Ginny's best friend!"

"Really?" Harry nodded and Draco thought a second. "Well that makes things interesting."

"No shit."

"How long has Ginny known her?" Draco hated asking Potter, it made him feel ignorant and silly.

"Um, third year maybe. But, it gets even more screwed up."

"Really?" Draco began walking when he remembered that first year listening in. He walked through the portrait hole with Harry right behind him.

"Mary is also Ron's girlfriend." Harry looked absolutely astonished.

"Oh."

"All you can say is 'oh'!'"

"Well, I am a Slytherin. This isn't exactly the most fucked up thing I've ever heard in my life, Potter." Draco started walking whatever direction he wanted; at that point it was to the left.

"Wait!"

Draco rolled his eyes. "What?"

"She's this way," He said cryptically.

"Oh, really? How the hell do you know?" Draco walked over to him.

"I thought it was dream. It had to have been a dream!" Harry was ranting.

"Alright, what the hell are talking about?" Draco stood in front of him patiently. 'Haste makes waste,' he was always told and this was too important to mess up.

"I…I had a dream," Potter furrowed his eyebrows and lowered his gaze. "Or at least I thought it was dream. I mean, I haven't had a dream in a while…." He continued nonsensically.

"Uh huh. Get to the bloody point."

"Well in the dream I thought I saw someone walking this way. It was dark; the torches were going out as the person walked past them. I thought it odd since it was so late, and they were breaking curfew and all…"

'Just fucking great,' Draco thought to himself. "What happened then?"

"There was some sort of crash and the person ran off." His eyes looked a little glazed over. He went very quit all the sudden.

Draco waved his hand in front of Potter's eyes. "Hello!"

"Draco?" She had called out. The only sound she heard was her own voice, echoing faintly. Her breath slowed and became noiseless. She lifted her foot from the tunnel floor and she set it down in front of her painfully slow. One step. She lifted her other foot even slower, if conceivable, and put down in front of the first one. Another step. As her paranoia melted away her footfalls became more regular. She was almost at a decent pace.

Then, she stopped. She had the feeling that someone, or something, was near her. But, she hadn't made it toDraco (she hoped) at the end of thetunnel. And,she didn't hear them approach, nor did she hear their breathing. After what she felt was a few minutes her hand left the safety of the wall and stretched out ahead. She waved it about, feeling for something, anything, to prove she wasn't crazy, to prove that something was there. After feeling nothing but air she was actually relived. To hell she was crazy, she was ecstatic to be so. She was safe again.

Oh, how wrong she was. Barely a second later she felt a hand. There was hand in her hair. It was petting her gently at first and then suddenly her head was yanked backwards. But before she could see the person's face, she saw a bright light flash before her eyes. Just before blacking out she heard a familiar chipper voice:

"Night, night."

Sigh, the things he did. Presently Draco was waiting for Potter. The absurdity of the idea wasn't what really pissed him off. Rather it was the trueness of the fact. He was leaning against the wall outside the Gryffindor common room. He stared down at his nails. Because there was no flaw with them he looked away. As the absoluteness of the boredom and impatience set in, there jumped out Potter.

"He's in the Room of Requirement," Harry blurted. "I'm sure you know where that is," he hinted.

Draco shrugged his shoulders, "oh you know, I stumble upon this and that."

Harry rolled his eyes and they set off to find Ron. Not so long later they were standing in the empty hallway outside of the Room of Requirement. Nothing seemed out of place. But appearances here were very deceiving. Besides, looks weren't what they needed to concentrate on.

"We need to figure out how to get in." Harry was in concentration, as his knitted eyebrows clearly told.

"Gee, you think?"

"This isn't the time for sarcasm."

"Can't help it. I am a Slytherin after all," he explained...again. "Besides, how did you know Weasley was going to be in here anyway?"

"Oh, you know. I stumble upon this and that." Harry said vaguely.

"If there's no place for sarcasm then there shouldn't be any for mimicking," Draco stipulated.

Harry wasgetting antsy. "We have to stopped dicking around and get in there."

"Why? How does finding your buddy help out the situation at all?" It was question that he had in his head for a bit now.

"What did Mary say to us before she left?" Harry, now, was the one to display patience.

"That she had to meet up with Ron." And then it hit him. "Oh! Well, don't I look foolish?"

"Yes you do," Harry answered with a smile.

She had been slipping in and out of consciousness for a while. She couldn't remember how long she had been out at each interval. At the beginning she tried to keep track of the time by counting off the seconds as well as she could. This proved to be pretty useless as she couldn't keep tract in during her blackouts. She gave up on in it quickly.

Time was a frivolous element anyway. The only thing that mattered was outside of her measurement. She took in a shaky breath. In her valiant efforts she couldn't expel her fear. Her surroundings weren't so welcoming either. The room she was in had no windows and smelt very moldy and reeked of sweat. There were green tinted water stains coming from the air vent to the left of head. She couldn't turn her head that well but her peripheral vision was helping her out. The reason for her head immobility was severe pain in her neck muscles.

This troubled her for two reasons. One being that she was scared that she had really done some damage to herself, or well, had damage done to herself. But, secondly, that physical characteristicsnever register in a dream. This meant that this hard wooden chair, those metal bonds, the disgusting smell, and the ominous door, was all real. She was captured. She had screwed up, big time. Not only did she get nicked, but she had walked right into it! If she could've moved her arms to slap herself she would've.

Her head snapped up, causing her great pain. There was noise. She was sure of it. She wanted to hear it again. As time lapsed longer and longer and no noise alerted her ears, she started to fall into her fatigue. Her eyelids fell and her head lolled to the side. Her hair fell in front of her face in clumps, dirty from the mud in the tunnel. But-!

The noise, the glorious, awful noise and returned again. At first she only heard footsteps. They echoed madly outside her room. Since she had been sitting in such utter silence the din pained her to listen to. Then to her dismay a new clamor had joined the footsteps. She heard a set of footsteps and then a scrap on the floor. Steps, scrap. Steps, scrap. Steps, scrap. The scrap always lasted so much longer than the footsteps. It was impossibly loud as well, and the high pitch of the scrap hurt her so much she was sure her ears would soon be bleeding. Just as abruptly and as unexpected as it had started, it ended.

But more noise followed it. Sheheard voices. They were speaking at a normal volume but she couldn't understand them. Her head was reeling from the scraping earlier. It was just like when one just feels dizzy even after they had stopped spinning. Her head was pounding and she heard this deafening buzz. For a few joyful minutes the silence had returned and her headache was beginning to ebb. The doorknob squeaked and the door clicked open. Her head exploded.

"So how many is that now?" Harry was tapping her chin with his forefinger. His eyes were fixed on the wall were a door would open if they could figure out the correct phrase.

"104," Draco rattled off without a blink. He was sitting on the floor opposite Harry. He had stolen a quill and a piece of parchment from a younger student, probably a third year. All of this, unbeknownst to Harry. He had written all the key phrases and was trying to think of every way to re-arrange the words to gain entrance.

"Ahh!" Harry punched the wall of out sheer frustration. "Bloody hell! That hurt," he breathed out in pain.

"Well, I guess Ginny learned that from you," Draco stated amused. "She pulled that move on one of the doors to the girl's lavatory a while ago. Her hand blew up and bruised considerably."

Harry laughed. Draco joined in. Their laughter turned to somberness when they remembered the situation. "Do you think she's ok?" Harry whispered.

"I'd love to say yes. But you and I both know the answer to that," Draco said dejectedly. Then an idea struck him. "Who said that this room had to involve Ron at all? Maybe he just got stashed in with someone else's need. I mean, how suspicious would it be for Mary to ask for a prison or the like?" Draco stood up.

"Very." Harry's eyes lit up. They were back to beginning but at least they were on the right track now.

"So, what are the clubs this year? I really don't have any idea for their names. I always thought them to be so trivial."

"That's irony for you eh? Hmm…There's the endless fan clubs. Dragons, mermaids, horntoads," Harry listed off, counting on his fingers as he did so.

A/N: Okay, so there's more to this story. Much more. But I really needed to give you guys a chapter. So, should I get this story to a good nub and then make a sequel? I'm not so sure. So, you guys reading will have to review.