Sweet Dreams…….Yeah Right

Disclaimer: Sadly enough, I do not own these characters, they are from the incredible mind of Mrs. Rowling, and so all credit is for her.

Author's Notes: The italics are what Ginny is dreaming. In the dream, as your reading, I would suggest to kind of read it with emotion, like for example, when she says "Oh, Colin, Colin, Colin," read it like she's saying it exasperatedly. It will make much more sense like that, trust me.

"And where did you run off to?" I was greeted by Ron's glare.

"You know what Ron? Some people say 'hi' for a greeting." I giggled.

"Ginny." His voice was stern.

"I was with Colin, nothing to worry about,"

"And where's Colin?" Harry cut in.

"He's coming. What did I do for you to interrogate me?" I asked with annoyance.

"They're just simply worried, Ginny. I mean, you were out for a long time with Colin, and look at you, you're muddy. And I bet you haven't even done you homework assignments." Hermione interjected.

"They're not due tomorrow, ok. They're due in 3 days; I know what I'm doing. And if you don't mind, I am going to go take a bath then go to bed. Good night to all three of you." My voice was defensive.

Seriously, it was as though they couldn't trust me with my own best friend. We did go to the cavern by the lake but it wasn't that dangerous.

About half an hour later, I was finished with my shower and was already in my bed. My red hair contrasted nicely with the maroon pillows and the maroon and gold colored blanket was wrapped around me. I stared up at the ceiling. There I could see the stars shining, and I could see the constellations. Hermione had enchanted it to reflect the night sky, kind of like the enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall. I looked to right of the ceiling and saw Orion; it was one of my favorites. Then to the left was Leo another one of my favorites. Though, my most favorite was one in the middle but further down the bed. The stars formed the picture of a dragon, I had no idea why, but I always liked it. I could feel my eyelids getting heavier by the second and soon fell asleep.

Ginny's Dream

I was jogging down the corridor, I was late. I knew he wouldn't like it, but Harry wouldn't let me go. He kept on going on about Quidditch and how I should be on the team again. I already told him I would be, but he just kept on "making sure". It's as if he knew where I went to at night.

I knew it wasn't safe. I knew it wasn't right, I really did but I just couldn't help it. I couldn't stop myself from agreeing every time; it was as if someone else was speaking for me. I knew I wasn't under the Imperious Curse but maybe I just wasn't sane. Ha! That'd be a laugh for Colin. Oh, Colin, Colin, Colin. I wish I could tell him but I can't. I can't tell a soul. Only he and I know. Besides it's not like he'd let me. He won't even tell his friends, if you could call them that, I knew for a fact that I wouldn't.

I heard something. It was the sound of footsteps. I panicked. I mean, what else is there to do when you're wandering the corridors at night. If Filch or some other Professor caught me, I would be dead. I hid behind the shadow of the suit of armor. The torch was about 20 feet away, if I was lucky, Filch wouldn't catch me.

I looked down the corridor and there walked Filch, in the company of Mrs. Norris. Oh, how I hated that cat, still do. As he kept on coming closer, I pushed myself against the wall, still in the shadow. I prayed that he wouldn't notice me. It was as if Mrs. Norris had somehow spotted me. I looked her dead on in the eyes, but she just kept walking. To me it was strange. About a minute after the turned the corner, I rushed off to the Astronomy Tower. I took many twists and turns as the only sound I heard were my footsteps running. I ran up the stairs, skipping 2 steps each time. I came to a halt in front of the door. I took a deep breath and turned the door knob.

"You're late."

"I know and I'm sorry. It's just that Harry wouldn't let me leave, and I had to hide from Filch and his deranged cat. Forgive me?" I asked apologetically.

"I don't know. What would I get if I do?" He turned around, shadows covering him from sight.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe some harmless fun." I teased back.

"You know me too well," He started to walk closer to me, though he was still covered by the shadows.

"Oh, I do, do I?" I blushed at my flirting.

Yeah, sure I was used to it because of Michael and even Harry, but this was different. He was different. I knew he'd change; I really did, no matter what anyone said. He treated me with kindness, gentleness, everything I could ever want, and everything no one else had given me, not even Harry. We were opposites that I knew. We come from different worlds, different ranks in the social latter, but I knew that everything I lacked, he gave me and vice versa.

I observed him as he came closer. He was probably an inch taller than Harry, but was more…built, I guess you could say. His hair gleamed in the moonlight; his features were slick and perfect. He was so perfect and yet he wasn't. He stopped about 5 inches away from and looked down on me. I could not yet see his eyes because of the shadows but only one step closer, and I would.

"Gin, you do know that you look absolutely perfect in the moonlight, right?" His voice held admiration.

"And so do you,"

I saw him lean closer, his eyes were closed. His arms found there way to my waist and my hands danced up his arms to his neck. Then, his lips touched mine. They were soft and smooth, so angelic. I kissed him back with as much passion as he did. He pushed me closer and held me in the embrace I knew best. My hands found their way to his hair. It was silky fresh and so soft. Our tongues fought each other, not furiously but a battle that was teasing, the battle that we always did. It was like a game of tag, a game we both knew very well. I felt him pull away, so I did too. With my eyes still closed, I rested my head on his chest.

"Ginny, will you look at me?" He whispered pleadingly.

I moved my head upright and finally opened my eyes. There staring back at me, were those haunting eyes.

"Oh my gosh!" I yelled as I sat up.

"What's wrong Ginny?" I heard Hermione asked as she looked over at me. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a monster."

"I think I just did," I whispered those eyes were imprinted in my mind.

"What are you talking about?" Hermione questioned again more curiously as she sat on the edge of her bed.

I was completely speechless. Those eyes, they were, I can't believe... I couldn't even think straight. My thoughts were a huge mess; my thoughts were never this jumbled even when I thought about Harry when I was 11. Those eyes looked at me with emotions I never knew they held before, emotions I never though possible. They held fear, pain, happiness, doubt, pleasure, and everything in between.

"Ginny?" I looked up from the ground to Hermione's concerned eyes. "What happened?"

"Nothing, it's nothing," I could tell my voice held doubt.

"It's not good to keep everything in, you should tell someone. Not necessarily me, but maybe someone like Ron…" She looked at me and understood. "Ok, maybe not Ron, but someone like Harry, maybe?"

"Please, Hermione. I'm over him, I don't and I won't run to him with my problems, he's got enough to worry about." She knew that that wasn't the reason why.

"Fine, then how about Colin, I know-" I couldn't hear her as her voice faded away from my ears.

I ran down the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory. As I stepped off the last step, I stopped to get my balance again. I looked around the common room and found Harry and Ron playing Wizard's Chess, apparently Hermione had gone to bed early. I looked down at my red tank top and smoothed it out along with my hair. I started to walk to Harry and Ron as I tried to find Colin.

"Hey Gin. What are you doing up this late?" Ron asked as he looked up at me.

"I could ask you the same thing," I smirked as Harry laughed a little then he looked up at me, too.

"We were studying."

"Yeah, right Ron. I don't think McGonagall finds that playing Wizard's Chess is studying." I laughed. "Anyways, have you seen Colin?"

Harry's smile faded as he responded back. "Yeah, he'll be right back. He had to tell Dennis something."

"Oh, ok then. I guess I'll just wait for him here then." I said as I sat next to Harry on the couch, a little close I think because he shifted a little.

"Why do you want to talk him this late? Can't it wait until morning?" Ron asked looking at his pieces.

"I just have to,"

"You can't tell us?" Harry asked kind of offended.

"I can but it's just something Colin knows, so it's a long story and it's a bit complicated and stuff." I couldn't tell them, they'd freak out and Ron, oh man, Ron he'd have a heart attack.

"Oh, ok then." Harry responded glumly.

"I'm sorry, it's just that-" My apology got cut by Colin's voice.

"Gin! What are you doing out of bed?" His voice was brotherly.

"I have to talk to you." I got up and grabbed his arm and took him to one corner of the common room.

"What's wrong?" he asked instinctively.

"It happened again," I started as we sat down on 2 couches, each across from the other.

"Oh, was it that bad?"

"I'm not sure but I assure you that I don't want these dreams anymore, they're starting to freak me out." I said unsteadily.

"Well, anyone would be freaked out, I mean, it's not something someone normally dreams, but then again…"

"I'm not normal?"

"Yeah," he voice was soft.

"Good, that's what I had hoped." I sighed in relief.

"So, what exactly happened?" His eyes looked in mine.

"I was walking through the corridors, trying to get to the Astronomy Tower, and when I got there, the guy was there waiting for me." His eyebrows rose at this. "We were just saying silly words to each other, and he's walking through the shadows, and he's complimenting me, and everything. Then, he kisses me, it was such a wonderful feeling, I can't even explain it to you Colin. But," My voice faded.

"But, what? Who was it?" His voice held concern.

"After he finished kissing me, he held me, in a comforting embrace, one that I knew I was used to because it felt so fit and caring. Then he tells me to look at him, so I do. I see those eyes; they're highlighted by the shadows. They held emotions I never thought possible, Colin. They were filled with love, happiness, pain, doubt, every emotion you can think of, and everyone you can't. I knew tension had filled the air, probably not if it had been reality, but dreaming, it was exhilarating and yet terrifying. I didn't know what to do. I woke up with a start, Colin. I feel like those eyes are going to haunt me every where I go, they're imprinted in my head, like the most painful and the most happiest memory a sane person would have. They were beautiful but scary, I felt like I'd drown in them. I don't even know if I can stand to look at him anymore. He will never be the same to me, Colin." My voice turned into a whisper.

"Who was it Ginny?" He leaned over and looked me in the eye; I took a deep breath before responding.