AN: This chapter is leading up to much more action next chapter but I thought I would give you guys a little something. Also, there's more Draco perspective in this chapter so hopefully you enjoy that!

Chapter 7

She was dressed in a beautiful and sparkly white gown with her red hair gleaming like the sun as it fell down her back in long tendrils. It was a perfect day with blue skies and lots of sun, but yet it wasn't too hot. On both sides of the aisle ahead of her stood her family and friends beaming at her with such pride and affection. She held her father's arm as she walked down the aisle towards Harry. Her Harry.

But as she neared him instead of feeling the happiness and excitement most brides would feel, she only felt dread. What was she doing here? This wasn't how she was supposed to feel! This wasn't right!

Harry grabbed her hand from her father's and they faced the minister together. But even as he spoke all Ginny could head was the pounding of her heart and the blood rushing in her head. The minister turned to her expectantly and she could see everyone else, including Harry, do the same. She knew that this was supposed to be when she said "I do".

Looking around at all their faces she started to panic. Just say it, they all seemed to say. Say it and be happy. This is what you've always wanted.

She opened her mouth to answer and instead all that came out was, "Nooooooooo!"

Ginny woke up drenched in sweat and panting. Her mouth was open as if she had actually called out the No she had dreamed of. For all she knew, she might have. Once her mind figured out where she was and what she was doing she felt moisture in her eyes as she rolled over into a fetal position and began to sob. She couldn't be sure why she was crying; only that she couldn't stop no matter how hard she tried.

She wasn't scared like the other times her dreams had woken her in the middle of the night. Instead, she felt a hopelessness and, strangely, anger. How could she dream something like that? She loved Harry! He was so good to her and they were so good for each other. She had had that same dream tons of times and it never ended that way so why now.

Without even meaning to her thoughts turned to Draco. She remembered the way it felt when his hand grazed hers and the dream she had had about him only a little while ago. But then she shook her head and thought about what a stupid little girl she was being. Draco wasn't the type to settle down with anyone, much less her. How could she even think about throwing away everything good she had for a crush?

Realizing she wouldn't be getting back to sleep herself she turned over and opened the drawer next to her bed where she kept an array of potions. She pulled out one that would calm her down and give her dreamless sleep. She had been proud that she hadn't needed to use them for quite some time but tonight she didn't mind giving in. She had enough to think about without adding confusing dreams to the mix. She gulped down the potion that tasted like overly sweet fruit and before she could think of anything else felt herself pulled down into a deep and calm sleep.

At the same time that Ginny was waking from a nightmare Draco found himself in his father's old study that he had now converted for his own needs, unable to sleep. He hated this house now that both of his parents were gone but still came here occasionally to check on affairs and get some work done. However, tonight instead of work, he found himself staring into the fire and thinking of a certain fiery little red head.

He had spotted her immediately in the Quidditch store. For some reason he had been looking for her everywhere he went recently, even the ministry. After a week of not seeing her he had almost stopped looking when he spotted her standing there. However, with Daphne there he had to make it seem casual that he was saying hello. After all, it wasn't like he could show interest her, especially being a Weasley. While Draco had made his peace with the Weasley's there were other pureblood families who were still enraged and judgmental of all those who had been on the "good" side during the war.

He had seen the way she looked at Daphne and could see the hurt and anger in her eyes, even as she turned away as soon as possible. A part of him found this amusing and another was turned on beyond belief. It seemed that he wasn't the only one who had been thinking of the other.

After she left, he had found himself very disinterested with anything Daphne said or did and instead of inviting her to stay the night as was their normal routine he sent her home. He knew he wouldn't be able to call her for a while but found that he didn't care very much. Instead he was thinking of ways to spend time with Ginny.

Luckily his answer had arrived later that evening when he received an owl from Harry inviting him to dinner that the Weasley's the next day. Now he sat up contemplating how far he was willing to go.

He certainly lusted after her, that much was obvious. But would he risk his rather rocky and new friendships just to have a taste. Was she really worth it? He thought about the fire he saw sparked in her eyes when he teased her and knew that he wanted to see it again, knowing that he was the one who put it there. There was something about her that was intoxicating and he knew he would go mad if he didn't indulge in it.

With that decided, he finally went to sleep knowing that tomorrow would be a very interesting night.