Grey eyes snapped open as Draco Malfoy sat bolt upright in his four-poster bed, almost falling out in his haste to retrieve his hand. Still half-convinced that he was about to be killed by the Dark Lord, he tip-toed around the room, sticking his wand about a foot in front of him as though he were walking a dog. His green t-shirt was soaked with sweat, sticking to his torso. Draco refrained from looking at any sort of reflective surface, for he knew how horrible he must look without his Slicking Charm and with his hair plastered to his forehead.

When he was quite sure that there was no one else in the room save his dorm mates, he settled back down in his soft bed, sinking deep into thought.

Said thoughts finally allowed him to realize the utter absurdity of his dream; Draco tried for countless minutes, to find at least one reason he should be dreaming about the young girl, and yet he could find none. Other than the fact that she had been the female of his dreams for almost 5 years.

He caressed his pillow with one long, slender finger, forcing his pathetic imagination to think that the pillow was her cheek. Thoughts about his impossible mission were leaking around the corners of his walls, slowly flooding his brain as he tried to save his imaginary love from the harm that his task would surely bring.

Draco slowly got up from his comfortable bed once more and started dressing. He was so distracted, with his plan and his more-than-absurd dream, that he didn't even realize that he had been trying to wear his socks as hand gloves for almost 5 minutes.

He tip-toed out of the dormitory and climbed up to the empty common room, whispering angrily to Millicent's white cat. Draco didn't know what he was going towards, as it was still too early for breakfast and he definitely wasn't going even remotely close to the direction of the Room of Requirement.

Draco soon found himself sitting dejectedly on a wet floor, half-listening to the distant sobs of someone he didn't know.

'The day hasn't even started yet, and you're already having a bad one?' A voice said loudly, shaking him out of reverie and making him plunge his hand into his robes, fingering his wand for a moment before realizing where he had taken himself to.

The second-floor girl's lavatory or, as it was more commonly known, Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. The sinks showed signs of being recently filled with water, and the same could be said for the floor. He had been sitting on a comparatively dry spot, with tears leaking out the corner of his eyes.

Draco stuttered; He didn't know what to say. After having a small internal debate, he settled with saying a simple, 'I guess.'

A soft laugh was heard from the shadows, and a small, graceful figure stepped forward. Her (Draco assumed it was a girl) entire body was covered with a red cloak, and the hood fell over her face, hiding her features from him. Her voice was not recognizable either; it was not someone he had ever heard of before. Draco had used the Voice Altering Charm too many times to be fooled by it; he had observed certain characteristics.

For example, if the user of the charm was a female, the voice would sound much deeper than humanly possible. And that was exactly the case.

Her voice vibrated around the empty bathroom, and even Myrtle was nowhere to be seen. This triggered a bit of Draco's curiosity.

'Where's Myrtle?'

The girl laughed once more. The sound was weird that Draco could place her as a 5th or 6th year, because age was another factor in how much the charm would change your voice.

'She leaves whenever I come here. You must've been pretty out of it to not notice me sitting on the opposite side of you.' She answered, chuckling slightly at the end.

Draco blushed; and then almost immediately went pale due to shock.

He, Draco Lucius Malfoy, blushed?

The thought itself was so disturbing that he visibly shuddered and focused once more on the figure in front of him.

This time, feeling a bit more in control, he steeled himself up and said in a hard voice, 'Who do you think you are?'

Draco was already half-smirking, waiting for the final evidence of the successful rebuilt walls clicking into place; waiting for the girl to lose her temper or cry or run away. What he got instead made him frown.

She laughed again. Seriously, what was with this girl?

Draco started to become slightly concerned for her sanity when she started to slide down to her knees, clutching her side as she laughed maniacally.

'I think you would not really like the answer.'

'Do you think I care? Tell me, do I seem to be the type of person to be scared of the identity of a girl? Nothing you do can be more than a sl-'

Draco didn't even think about the fact that he had let out an audible gasp. His eyes widened comically, and his jaw dropped.

His Hawthorn wand almost slipped from his grasp as he spluttered and stumbled, not being able to comprehend the sight in front of him, and knowing what to do was the last thing in Draco's mind.

Because the girl in front of him had waved her wand, and her cloak had disappeared from view.

She was, unsurprisingly, wearing the graceful black robes of Hogwarts, and her tie was stripped with thick red and yellow lines, symbolizing her house. Her soft skin looked as though it were glowing. Her light, energetic brown eyes were staring fiercely at his grey ones.

Draco had a blank look on his face as realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

Standing right in front of him with a small smile on her face, talking to him willingly, with her eyes slightly bloodshot, was the girl of his dreams herself. The one and only-

Ginny Weasley.