Ginny and Draco both slept for three days straight, all through the rest of the week. They dreamt the same dream, re-living in sleep the hours they spent together on the tower. On Saturday they awoke at different times.

Draco awoke first. He started up when the acute nature of his consciousness overcame the encumbrance of his dreams, and the weight of the reality that this awareness brought along crashed over him. It was four o'clock, and he was all alone in his dark prefect's bedroom, covered in sweat atop his king-sized bed.

Draco got up and walked to his bathroom. He drew a bath and sank into the steaming water, never turning on the lights. He reviewed in his mind every moment he had ever seen Ginny, touched Ginny, smelled or spoken to her. He remembered his earlier cruelty towards her, an outwards expression of his inner turmoil, and the anger these memories stirred almost forced him to reach for the razor blade he kept hanging around his neck.

Draco drew the edge of the blade across his skin, and blood mixed with water in the bathtub. In the secret darkness, he traced the letters of Ginny's name.

He wrote in calligraphy
But there was a twist.
His quill was a razor
And the parchment, his wrist.

Then Draco brought his bleeding wrist to his mouth and licked it clean, reveling in the coppery taste of his own blood and the thought of drawing his tongue across Ginny. He felt that he was closer to her in this moment than anyone had ever been, and at the thought he became passionately aroused and passionately possessive.

Draco got up and turned the shower on cold. The water calmed him and ran down his face, back, and legs, and blood flowed from his wrist in rivulets.

Peace.

Ginny was dreaming of Draco, of the tower, and of drifting vaguely with him through time and space, feeling nothing but warmth and security. Then the vague feeling solidified, and she saw herself lying naked on a large bed with Draco beside her. She saw blood on the sheets and her name carved into his arm.

"I love you this much", Draco said, showing her his arm. Ginny took his hand in hers and began to lick his arm clean, gently at first and then rough enough to cause him to moan in pain and pleasure.

Draco withdrew his wrist and wrapped his arms around Ginny, drawing her close and running his tongue from her shoulder to her earlobe, and then around the shell of her ear.

Ginny shuddered and drew Draco closer, but he only held her there for a minute before he drew away and laid her gently down on the bed. Ginny wrapped her legs around his waist as he crouched protectively over her and continued to glide his tongue all over her neck, shoulders, and chest.

Ginny felt that she was closer to him in this moment than anyone had ever been.

A cold shock awoke Ginny, which confused her because her dorm was perfectly warm. Ginny laid in her bed trying to wrap her mind around the though of Draco, thinking about the skinny yet muscular body she had seen in her dreams and the intensely gentle way Draco had handled her, and hoping that both were accurate representations of reality.

Kinda short chapter, but I was in english class. I was bored, so Ginny's dream got kinda...involved.Then I remembered when I was typing this up that I had a T rating on this thing, so I made her wake up before the rest of the fun started. But I like it better this way, it shows a bit more of an emotional connection than a physical one.

But I am having a lot of fun writing about Draco being an emo kid.

OOoooohhh, I remember what I was going to tell you!

The little poem in there was not written by me, it was by one of my friends, Alesha. She told it to me in Gov't. So hon, if you read this, sorry but it fit so perfectly. I could not resist. I adapted it a bit to fit the Harry Potter vibe what with the quill and parchment and whatnot.