Could It Be You?

Disclaimer: Though I may look a lot like J.K. Rowling, I'm sadly not her. Actually I don't really even resemble her, but she's cool. And I would never purposefully take credit for her characters. The plot, however, that interesting mess is mine. )

They kissed passionately, his hands grasping her back but also somehow running all over her. Her hands were also everywhere; neck, head, back. Anything to keep him as close as possible. Her eyes were shut, she was soaking up the wonderful feeling of euphoria this activity was giving her. They were moving now, she wasn't sure where. She was being guided backwards, but she trusted. She trusted this man who was currently making her feel more excited then she'd ever been before. "Ahh," she let out a gasp and fell backwards, the back of her knees having just hit their destination, a bed. She fell onto the silk sheets with ease, not opening her eyes once. She loved this feeling. He was now kissing her neck as she moaned quietly and ran her hands through his long silky hair. "Long?" her mind asked her, but it was barely important. All that mattered right now was how good she was feeling. Suddenly he stopped kissing her jaw and she opened her eyes for the first time to see why, seeing-

"Malfoy!"

Ginny jolted awake, breathing quickly and sweating. She looked around. She was in her dormitory at Hogwarts, bed closings half open as she had left them. She listened to see if she had awoken anyone, but all she heard was deep breathing and the occasional snore. She hastened quietly to remove her covers and gently climbed off her bed, thinking a drink may calm her still-racing heart. She walked to the window and glanced out as she poured a cup, it was still late and she could just make out the whomping willow in the dark, the moon apparently currently covered by a cloud.

"What was that?" She thought, returning to the dream in her mind. Of all people...why was she having such a dream about Malfoy for goodness's sakes, he was the enemy! He was a slimy, cruel ferret, how on earth could she be dreaming such wonderful dreams about someone so awful?

...Or was he...? He hadn't insulted her at all this year so far, even though she could recall several times he could have. Is he changing? Is it even possible for someone like that to change? It had made him seem better, Ginny thought, when he isn't insulting you. Almost makes him look handsome...

"Handsome!" She thought and mentally kicked herself, shaking her head and taking a sip of water. "No way! Malfoy? No!" I must just be exhausted, she thought. She shook her head again and took a last sip of water, muttering "Malfoy" several times amidst many scoffs. She returned to her bed and rolled over, scrunching her pillow under her head. "Wonder how he would be in bed?" She pondered; and with one last disgusted face pointed at herself she returned to her dreams, although none as exciting as the one involving a certain blonde haired bad boy...