Filling Up My Dreams

Author – darkprincessmalfoy
Summary – Everybody's dreaming about everybody else, will they ever come clean? What exactly /are/ those dreams? Let's find out…
Rating – T, for swearing and references to sex. Subject to change.
Disclaimer – Yes, I own Harry Potter. And Draco Malfoy, in fact, he's pouring me a drink as we talk, he's the perfect servant. How many of you believe me…..? Didn't think so…
A/N – Each chapter will be a different persons dreams, recorded in their journals, in their POV. It will state it. Don't freak out because it changes POV each chapter. I think it'll be about…6 chapters long. Go read 'Stick To The Status Quo'. Right now. I love it!

Chapter 1 – Harry's Dreams of a Lost Love

HARRY'S POV

What is this…don't tell me it's another Tom Riddle journal. No…alright. Well…hmm…I'll just record all of my person thoughts in this. I might as well. Let's start with my dreams. Ugh, dreams. I hate my dreams. Their all filled with her. I can't get her out of my head, and I can't believe that I did that to her. I'm an idiot, plain and simple. I ignored her when she liked me, because I was still obsessed with Cho. Stupid stupid me. And now, when I want her more then anything in the /entire/ world, she's not here. She's off daydreaming about her beloved –Blaise Zambini-. Now, that is just wrong. He's completely wrong for her! I want her! I want to hold her, to be with her, to kiss her, to love her. He just wants sex. Idiot Slytherin friend of Draco Malfoy's…You know what, I'm going to say it big, say it loud…

I LOVE YOU GINNY WEASLY. ALWAYS AND FOREVER!

There. I did it. I wrote it; here it is, in ink, in a muggle notebook…that she'll never see. Why can't I just talk to her? You know, notebook, I wish you talked back. Then you could give me some advice…no, you'd probably just steal her from me…again, WOULDN'T YOU? Ugh. Well, I had the weirdest dream last night, anyways. Do you want to know? Wait…now I'm really going crazy. Am I writing all this down? I guess I am. Right, well, here was my dream.

Harry's Dream

Everything was perfect. We were sitting in front of the lake, Ginny in my arms. She was forgiving me for being mean, we were kissing, hugging, holding each other. Her beautiful firey red hair hung around her shoulders, against me as she leant into me. Her exquisite aqua-green-blue eyes stared back into my own, as we sat lovingly, holding each other, being with each other. Then, she began to talk to me. "Harry…you were an idiot. You should have never ignored me…" I told her I was sorry. "I forgive you." Time progressed in my dream, and I landed in front of her, five years later, though I didn't realize it. I was down on one knee. My dream self proposed to her, smooth, subtle, she accepted. Everything was perfect, and we kissed over and over.

Once again, time progressed. I landed on a bed (thankful because I was disoriented, even in my dream.) Loud shrieks filled the room and at least three kids ran in. Ginny followed them, grinning from ear to ear. I bounded out of my bed, and out the window, onto our front walk (because, y'know, dream people can /do/ that.) We were living in a small, albeit cottage-y house. Vines climbing up the side. It was enchanting, and I knew it was what Ginny had always wanted.

Suddenly, my dream took a turn for the worse and morphed itself into a nightmare. Voldemort appeared, with Blaise in tow. Blaise swept Ginny off her feet, and they disappeared. I was left with the kids, six of them now, and Voldemort. Great. Just peachy perfect. Voldemort began to laugh evilly, and slowly raised his wand at my kids.

Now, being the boy-who-lived and all the crap, the kids didn't die, just continued to bounce around. Voldemort glared at me, swore that he was going to 'Get that Ginny for leaving him to die 10 years ago' and popped away. My kids then began to jump on me, and my nightmare ended to find Seamus' books lying on top of and around me.

End Harry's Dream

It was just about the weirdest dream I've had in along time. Oh no…I'm going to be sick.

I'm back. Do you wish to know what made me sick, unfaithful journal who doesn't even write back? It was a mental image worse then Hermione and Draco. Worse then Ginny and Blaise. Worse then, yes, Ron and Sna…

I barfed again. Anyways, it was Ginny and…Voldemort. Isn't it horrible? Do you see why I barfed now? Of course not, you don't see anything. Ha ha.

LATER THAT DAY

Today was horrible.

Ginny and Blaise spent the whole day exchange 'looks'.

You know, the 'I love you' look. The one she used to give me.

I'm mad. I'm pissed.

But will you help me? No. Because you're just a stupid journal.

I need my Ginny back.

What do I do?

Should I talk to her? Or talk to Ron? Or Hermione even?

No, not Hermione or Ron. Hermione's too obsessed with someone (I think it's ferret, god I'm going to kill her if it is), and Ron's too obsessed with Hermione.

Ginny's too obsessed with Blaise.

And I'm too obsessed with Ginny.

I guess it's just another one of those love triangles that never works out in the end.

But we'll never know.

Because no matter how much I want it…

It was only a dream.

A/N – So, a little sadder then Hermione's dreams. I think I might change the name of my fic. What do you guys think of

'The Dreams And Realizations of Hogwarts Students' or

'My Dreams, Your Thoughs, Either Way, It's Love In Some Form'

I'd love to know what you think. ;D So, review and tell me!

To the person who flamed 'Slytherin Boi', don't be a coward. Use your real name. And yeah, it's /supposed/ to be other people lyrics, but changed. It's a P-A-R-O-D-Y.

Anyways, REVIEW PLEASE!

Final Word Count: 1,045 words

- 3 DPM, Meggie.