Oh my gosh. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. I would love to write you all individual thank you's, but that would probably take me a very long time, and time is the one thing I do not have. But thanks so much for reading and reviewing, because I'm flattered. Really. Also, I'm sorry I didn't update sooner, but my brother's been sick and I've had so much homework. School ruins my life, it really does. But I deal with it. Here's the update, with a thank you to Adam for emotional support and encouragement.

Chapter Eleven

Draco and Ginny walked back to the Head Boy quarters in silence. Ginny was busy pondering the visions that she had seen and seeing her older face in the reflection in the mirror. Draco, being Draco, was busy plotting revenge for his hitting on Ginny in front of the whole school. They had to spend the whole day together, (because of their illness they couldn't go to class), and Draco was going to make it miserable for Ginny.

They approached the statue marking the rooms and Draco went through the motions of letting them into the room. Draco smiled to himself. He had an idea. "So, snookums," he began, "what would you like to do for the rest of the day. I mean, we are alone, so I have you all to myself."

"Um. Draco, I'm rather tired. I'm going to go to bed," said Ginny, walking towards the bedroom.

"Oh good. I'll come with you," said Draco, grabbing Ginny's arm and practically dragging her into the bedroom.

"No, really, it's okay."

"But baby," started Draco.

"Draco, I know you're just pretending," Ginny said strongly. She smirked at the look on his face. "How do I know? Well, yesterday when you did it, you would say all that sappy stuff, but you had such a look of hatred and disgust on your face, and today it looks as if you really mean it. Therefore, being the intelligent and witty person that I am, I deduce that you are pretending. Now, if you don't have anything important to say, particularly anything regarding the visions that I know you had, then I'm going to bed!"

Draco stared at Ginny, openmouthed before he made his decision. "Okay. Let's talk."

Ginny sat on the green couch that was in the entrance room and waited for Draco to do the same before she started talking. "I know that the girl in the vision, not the blonde one, but the commander of an army, I know that was me. And I'm assuming that the dragon was you. And the blonde lady was saying that we had to unite, else there be a great war between us that would destroy all of England."

"I'm not a dragon," Draco said bluntly.

"Yes you are. Think about it. Draco is short for Draconis, which means dragon. So technically your name is Dragon Malfoy. But that's not the point. The point is, you are the dragon, and I'm the lady. And we were fighting, and now we have to unite to save the world. That's more or less what I got from the visions," said Ginny, crossing her legs on the couch and leaning into the pillows.

"You want to unite with me, Ginny?" asked Draco, sniggering.

"The way that you have acted my whole life? No."

"No? I've never been turned down before," said Draco, running his fingers through his hair. "Maybe I should give you a little taste of what you're missing."

Before Ginny could comprehend what he had said, Draco had swooped forward and captured Ginny's lips with his own. As all this happened, she could hardly believe what was happening. She felt it was wrong, and wanted to tell him to stop, but for some reason she let him continue working magic with his lips and tongue. Her fingers entwined in his perfect white blonde hair as his held her back strongly. Ginny gasped as his mouth moved away from hers, and traveled to her neck, sucking gently on the soft skin on the side of it.

"There," Draco said, suddenly leaving her neck and mouth. "Now I've left my mark on you." He smirked. "Now you know how it feels to unite with me, even if you didn't get the whole me."

"Draco," Ginny breathed softly, "I shouldn't have let you do that."

"I was all you wanted three days ago," said Draco, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back, pressing against the couch cushions.

"Well that was before things happened. I've already made my family and Harry hate me, Hermione is my best friend and she doesn't like the situation I'm in. Pansy is rattling my nerves more than ever, and Blaise resorts to violence –."

Draco's eyes flashed. "Blaise is the one that hit you . . . I'll kill him. Right now with my own bare hands." With that thought, Draco stood up and made his way towards the door before Ginny ran across the room to stop him. She placed her hands on his arms in a gentle manner, and slowly led him away from the door and back to the couch.

"It's okay. Really, I have my own way to get back at him. I'm just going to hit him with the Bat Bogey hex one day, probably tomorrow at lunch." Ginny blinked at Draco's unchanged angry expression. "Okay?"

"Yes. Okay," Draco said grudgingly.

"Good. Now what are we going to do about the visions?" asked Ginny, still unconsciously holding onto Draco's arm.

"Uh. The blonde lady was a ghost. She must have been one killed during the battle, or maybe even before."

"How do you know she was a ghost?"

"Didn't you notice her translucent eyes? And her hands were sort of see through."

"I don't think she was a ghost. Draco, I think she was fading," Ginny said, eyes downcast. The grip she had on Draco's arm tightened.

"Fading?"

"You know, fading out of existence. People do that when they've lived to long and seen too much." Ginny paused, thinking. "She was a seer, like Trelawny, but a really good one."

"So we have to have a baby to save the world?" asked Draco.

"Apparently," said Ginny. "Sucks huh?"