Thank you for the 6 reviews (I know it's eight, but one's my mother's and one is mine so I didn't count them)! I'm very pleased, my last story didn't get nearly that many the first chapter. Yay! Personally, I think this is a pretty good chapter for me. (I went slowly! – relatively) Sorry it took so long to update – and unfortunately it'll probably take even longer next time. Although, I have been inspired, so you never know. PLEASE REVIEW! (It does wonders for my self esteem)

Disclaimer: This is not mine. Otherwise I would be filthy rich, and would be working on the 7th Harry Potter right now.

"Come this way." A voice called out to Ginny in her dream. "Follow me…I have something important to tell you. This way...this way!" the voice called in a sing-song manner.

"Come on, you're almost there. We're going to be late!" the voice cried.

"Late for what?" the dream Ginny asked.

"For our meeting of course!" The voice said, echoing in the clouds that were the backdrop of her dream.

Ginny looked down and saw that she was up many miles from the ground…so far that she couldn't even see it! The place she was at felt like…like the muggle heaven.

"No silly, this isn't heaven!" the voice called. "It's the dream world in the realm of the gods! Not many mortals get to see this you know."

The dream Ginny seemed relatively unperturbed by the fact that she was in the realm of the gods AND whoever was talking could read minds. She simply nodded mutely.

"This way!" The voice called when Ginny went on a path it didn't wish her to follow. "Head towards my voice."

Ginny followed, weaving and swaying as she tried to follow the melodious voice. Suddenly the cloud beneath her became insubstantial, and Ginny dropped towards the earth. She fell and fell and fell for miles in what seemed like a blink of an eye.

Ginny gasped softly, looking around at her surroundings. She was back in her real body, but it still felt like a dream. She was in the restricted section of the library, surrounded by old musty books which were written who knew how long ago. But the reason that it felt like a dream lay not in the fact that she was in the library, instead of in her warm cozy bed, but in the fact that a glowing, chubby figure sat cross-legged, floating in front of her.

He had a mop of curly golden curls covering his round head, and wore a pinkish-red tunic and tights with a fringe of pink and white ribbons on the ends. In the center of his shirt lay a huge pale pink heart lined with delicately made lace. The figure smiled, revealing childish dimples that also dotted his elbows and knees, like baby fat. A miniature quiver full of arrows with hearts instead of feathers on the end.

Ginny took a step away from the little man, or child…whatever he was, and made a move as if to run.

"Ginny! Wait!" The figure cried in the exact same voice that she had heard earlier in her dream.

"Allow me to explain myself. I am a god from Mount Olympus, and I'm here to help you. I was the person that guided you in your dream, and led your sleepwalking body to where it is now. I mean you no harm, truly."

"Why did you bring me here? And who exactly are you, anyway." Ginny asked warily, bringing her wand to rest behind her back, where she could use it if the little man…god, or whatever he was, got out of hand.

"Did you not hear me in your dream?" the god asked, his voice tinged with lightly masked irritation. "I wanted to meet with you. As for who I am, surely you can guess that much."

"Cupid." Ginny said steadily. "You're Cupid aren't you."

"But of course!" Cupid cried merrily. "What other god would dare to wear an outfit so girly? Psyche made it, and I didn't want her to feel unhappy. Besides, she makes the BEST ambrosia in all of Olympus, and I knew she wouldn't give me any for a whole decade if I told her what I truly thought of it."

"Psyche is your wife, right?" Ginny asked.

"Yes she is. I'm afraid I overindulge on her cooking though," Cupid said, fingering his ample stomach ruefully.

"So what did you want to meet with me about?" Ginny asked, relaxing slightly. Cupid reminded her of one of her favorite great-uncles with his silly antics, and it was impossible to be afraid of him.

"Ah, to business already?" Cupid asked. "I'm afraid we'll have to wait just one teensy second more though. He should be here any minute now."

"He? He, who?"

"Why, your partner of course. I'll explain everything when he gets here."

She waited, wary once more. Presently there came the sound of feet scuffling slowly across the floor. Filch!

"Ah, here he comes now." Cupid said.

"Filch!" Ginny exclaimed softly, for fear of being heard. "Filch is my partner!"

"Of course not. Poor man, Filch. I, er, accidentally shot him with one of my arrows once, and the first thing he saw was a cat. He's never been the same since."

Ginny muffled a giggle at this, and made a mental note to tell her friends the story Filch's creation.

"Don't worry my dear, I've accounted for everything." Cupid said distractedly, his mind clearly on other matters. Suddenly a crash came, and a yell.

"Except for that." Cupid said, rushing to the source of the noise. Ginny followed, giggling.

A cart full of library books lay turned on its side and someone underneath struggled to free himself.

"Here, let me help you." Ginny said, still chuckling.

"Thanks," said the trapped boy, grabbing her outstretched hand. As he pulled himself out of the wreckage Ginny saw at once who it was.

"Malfoy!"

"Weasley!"

"Malfoy is my partner!"

Bum bum bum buuuuuuuuuuuum! Cliffie! Don't worry, I will write more, so this is only temporary. (unlike those where people just stop writing – augh!) I am very inspired for the next chapter, so it's only a matter of when I have time to write it. Pleeeeeeease review. The more reviews I get, the faster I'll update! ('cause I'll associate happy thoughts with my fanfic story – yay!)