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Hey everyone! As is quite evident, here's the first chapter of Draco's dreams with an interesting dynamic between Draco and Ginny. Just a reminder that these are all dream sequences (more explanation at the bottom) and not events actually happening. Enjoy!

The world was spinning before Draco even opened his eyes and when he finally found the motivation to glance at his watch, he felt like he was going to be sick. He whimpered slightly.

"Oh, stop your moaning," a female voice said in an unsympathetic manner. The voice was familiar but it took Draco a moment to place it.

"Leave me alone, Weasley," Draco groaned. "I feel like rubbish."

He hadn't opened his eyes since looking at the time and therefore could not see the hand descending on his forehead.

"Get off of me," he muttered though he couldn't hide the fact that the hand was much cooler than his skin and therefore held a degree of comfort even if it belonged to Ginny Weasley.

Ginny rolled her eyes.

"You're even worse than Fred and George," she said, lifting her hands and Draco finally cracked open his eyes enough to glare at her.

"I am not," he spat. "What are you doing here? Does Snape know you're here?"

"How should I know?" Ginny asked with a tone of disgust. Draco found this answer slightly odd and he forced his eyes open further. Once he'd quelled the dizziness from this, he pushed himself up slightly.

"What's going on?" he asked, wincing as his throat threatened to burst open due the intense pain shooting through it. He glanced around the dormitory and saw that all of the beds except for his were gone, as were the other bedside tables and trunks. Even his was the only towel hanging from the hooks by the fireplace.

"Where is the other stuff?"

"No clue." Ginny replied, sitting in the window sill. The dark green water from the Black Lake outside contrasted her ginger hair and made it stand out in an alarmingly jarring manner.

Draco was thoroughly convinced that this was some sort of practical joke being played on him. He threw his covers back and swung his feet to the floor.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ginny asked, slightly amused.

"To find Professor Snape and alert him that fifth year Gryffindor girl was in the sixth year Slytherin boys' dormitory. With any luck, they'll expel you for this."

Ginny, who wasn't fazed by the threat, simply raised an eyebrow as she watched Malfoy take a few unsteady steps towards the door. By the time he reached it, new sweat beads had formed at the tips of his blonde hair and he was leaning heavily against the wall. Ginny could hear his raspy breathing from where she sat but continued to watch Malfoy. Draco wrapped a hand around the snake-shaped knob and pulled but the door didn't move.

"I must be more ill than I thought," he muttered to himself – somewhat unaware he'd spoken the words aloud – and tried the door again, pulling harder. The door still did not move.

After a painstaking journey back to the bed to pick up his wand from the bedside table, followed by another exhausting trip to the door, Draco pointed his wand at the lock.

"Alohamora!"

The door still did not budge and slumping against the wall, Draco glared at Ginny.

"Alright, Weasley, enough is enough. I'm a Prefect."

"Uh-huh."

"Tell me how to open this door at once."

"I know you don't think very highly of me, Draco," Ginny said sarcastically. "But believe me when I tell you that I don't know any other ways of opening doors besides the ones you've already tried."

"You're lying."

"I am not."

Still leaning heavily against the wall, Draco began coughing and he bent double. Ginny's eyebrows moved slightly closer together as Malfoy slid down the wall, still coughing. When he finally got his breath back, Draco let his head fall back. His face was bright pink and tears were leaking out his eyes as a result of the coughing fit.

"You ought to be in bed, Malfoy."

"Shut up."

Ginny rolled her eyes again.

"I don't know why the door won't open," she said. "And I don't know what's going on. I didn't ask to be locked in a room with you but I do know that if anyone were to come in and find you half dead on the floor, it would not end well for me so please get back in bed."

"Your concern is touching." Malfoy sneered but he still didn't bother moving. His bed looked a lot more comfortable than the floor but it was also on the other side of the room. It was easier to stay where he was.

"You really are pathetic," Ginny said with an enormous sigh as she hopped off the window sill. She crossed the room and stopped in front of Draco.

"Come on," she said, holding out her hand. Draco glared at her.

"Stop being a prat and let me help you get back in bed," Ginny snapped. "Before I decide to leave you in a heap on the floor."

"I don't need your help," Draco snapped, deciding that if he was going to get back into bed he would do it without Ginny's help. It took every ounce of strength Draco could muster to get himself into a standing position. He was almost an entire head taller than Ginny and looked down at her as if to prove his point. Ginny didn't look convinced and took a step with Draco as he let go of the wall.

"Stop it." Draco hissed, taking another unsteady step. Ginny did as Draco asked and watched him make it about halfway across the room before he began to sway on his feet.

"I have half a mind to let you fall," Ginny muttered, coming up behind him. "But I don't think even I could stomach watching you crawl pitifully to your bed."

Trying it ignore the stabilizing hand on his shoulder, Malfoy took the last ten steps and fell into his bed exhausted. His eyes closed immediately as he tried to calm his racing heart.

"Here," said Ginny and Malfoy opened his eyes again to see a cup of water in her outstretched hand.

Without saying thank you, Draco took it and gulped the water down before handing her the cup again. Ginny determinedly set it on the cabinet before adjusting the bedclothes. Draco swatted at her hand but she was already pulling back by the time he realized what was happening.

"I daresay I've done enough to make sure you won't die," Ginny snapped. "So I suggest you go to sleep."

She retreated to her window sill and Draco, glaring at her the entire time, wrenched the hangings on his bed closed and fell into slumber once more.

I'll just point out that eventually Draco will realize something is not right with all these people appearing and disappearing. This is particularly important because it will save all the questions each time he 'wakes up' and prevents the chapters from being repetitive.

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