Nothing belongs to me.
XI: Dreams
Sixth year had been the hardest. Draco's days were tense, riddled with fear and desperation, more so, as the year progressed. Surely, he would fail to complete the task bestowed upon him…
At night, Draco sought rest from the worries of his day. It was impossible: he would wake up in the dead of night, drenched in sweat and trembling, having had just witnessed the fate of his family should he fail his mission. It was impossible, until, that is, he began to dream of her.
He always stood in the same place. A great hall greater than the Great Hall, with a domed glass ceiling and blindingly white walls. It was bright, clean, and always nearly empty.
Draco never made note of his appearance other than the fact he always wore robes of emerald.
But what always peaked his interest was the vision waiting at the other end of The Hall.
Sitting in a throne of gold, was a girl, the prettiest girl clad in a long flowing gown, as white as the floor and walls behind her.
He had the faintest feeling that he knew her.
His shoes would make no sound as he walked toward her.
There was something about her that enchanted him. Perhaps it was the way she was draped over the throne, or how she remained perfectly still, smiling; only her hair seemed to be alive, fanned out behind her, in a constant tumult as if it had been caught in a great gush of wind when there was none.
Always, Draco found himself standing in front of her, and each time, he reached out to touch her – her cheek, her lips, her hair – only to find his fingers impeded by an invisible force. It didn't bother him, (He felt content by just getting to watch her.) but he still tried.
After a few nights, he realized who she was. The blood red halo of hair, swimming in the air behind her and the freckles he'd come to memorize practically screamed Weasley. Strangely, it didn't hinder him.
He found his peace with her at night. During the day, he found the actual Ginny prettier, more enthralling. By the end of the year, he wanted her both day and night.
It was really too bad the only way Draco could have Ginny Weasley was in his dreams. But even there, he couldn't touch her.