It All Began With Dwarfing Draco

"Go away Parkinson," Draco grumbled, not bothering to open his eyes. Ginny smirked as she watched Pansy nearly fall from shock.

"But-but Draco…" she stammered.

"Stop stuttering and leave us alone." Draco’s tone was cold as ice. Ginny recognized this tone all to well and was glad he was using it on someone other than her. A twinge of panic hit her however when the shocked girl turned into a fuming one, facing her with more anger than Ginny had ever seen from this certain Slytherin. That included when she was chasing her down the corridors a few days ago.

"What have you done to him, you little wench?!" Pansy began to charge but Madame Pomfrey’s sudden appearance made her stop.

"Leave my infirmary this instant!" she bellowed, making everyone in the room jump. Pansy hesitated and threw a nasty look at Ginny before stomping out of the Hospital Wing, slamming the door childishly behind her. Madame Pomfrey then turned to Draco and Ginny. "I must go and speak with her head of house now. I will not tolerate that kind of behavior." With that, she turned and followed Pansy.

"That was close," Ginny whispered.

"I wouldn’t have let her do anything to you," Draco said confidently, his eyes now open and looking up at Ginny who raised an eyebrow from curiosity.

"Oh really, and what exactly would you have done oh crippled one?" she said sarcastically.

"I’m no cripple and I would have…" Draco began but Ginny cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips.

"Absolutely nothing cause I won’t allow you to hurt yourself when you are already injured," she said, her motherly tone returning.

"Yes mother," Draco chuckled as his eyes began to close again. Ginny watched as he began to drift once more into sleep. She ran her fingers through his soft hair as her mind returned to telling her parents about him. How long would they wait? Christmas Break was not to far off but to close as well. The end of term was far enough away but it wasn’t close enough ether.

She sighed heavily, not knowing how much longer she could go without exploding from the stress that was mounting from their situation. She looked down at his angelic sleeping face. ‘Well burn that bridge when we get there.’

"I love you Draco," she whispered, knowing full well that he couldn’t hear her. She lay back against the soft pillow and drifting into sleep after him.

* * * * *

She was beautiful. Her white dress danced around her as the sun shone on her crimson hair. She looked like a goddess. Her arms were raised, reaching out for him. Draco smiled and ran to Ginny across a field of purple flowers. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her as close to him as possible. When he pulled back, she smirked and started to laugh. She stepped away from him as her laugh grew louder.

"Ginny?" Draco asked, his fear mounting.

"You fool," Ginny spat but it wasn’t her voice. It was changing into a deep tone that Draco knew all to well. "Don’t you realize you’re digging her grave." She laughed shrilly as her form began to change. She wasn’t Ginny at all. Draco stared in horror as the thing turned into his father.

"Father? Where’s Ginny?!" Draco demanded. The sky above them clouded as Lucius laughed again.

"You choose her over your lord Draco. By not letting her die when she at my wands end, you have sentenced her to death,"

"NO!" Draco screamed. He ran at his father only to fall through him. Draco fell to the ground. His father wasn’t really there! How could he protect Ginny when he couldn’t defeat the threat?

"Draco, Draco. Have I not taught you better. Your ignorance will cost her life." He pointed across the field to were Ginny was hung. Her wrist were tied and were hanging, unconscious, from a rope went upwards but had no end. Draco ran to Ginny to pull her free but as he ran a green light shot past his head and hit her frozen body. Her scream pierced the air and she fell from the rope where she hung. She hit the ground, lying motionless.

"Ginny!" Draco ran to her side. He pulled her into his lap. A trickle of blood ran down her chin and dripped onto the white dress. In an instant, the once pure white dress was midnight black. "Ginny, please, please, wake up! Ginny, come on love wake up! Ginny!" Draco yelled as he shook her slightly. Her face was pale and she was limp in his arms. Angry tears rolled down his cheeks. "Ginny!"

* * * * *

"Ginny, Ginny," Draco whispered in his sleep. "Wake up." Ginny stared in confusion. She had been risen from her own dreams when she heard her name.

Draco began to scream her name and his whole body trembled. Ginny shook him.

"Draco! Wake up!" Draco’s eyes flew open. There was horror and fear behind his eyes. He tried to sit up but winced in pain.

"Ginny, I’m so sorry. I never wanted him to hurt you. Ginny, please forgive me," Draco whimpered. Ginny smoothed the hair off his forehead and cupped both of his cheeks in her hands.

"Shh…It’s okay. What were you dreaming about? You were screaming. What happened?" she cooed. Draco took a deep breath and a tear began to form in his eye.

"I saw you in a field," he began. "I ran to you but you weren’t you. You were my father. He said that I had disobeyed the Dark Lord and you would be killed to teach me a lesson. I lunged at him but he wasn’t there and I fell through him instead of hitting him. He pointed to where you hung from a rope and I ran to you but before I could get close a green light went passed my head and it hit you. When I got to you, you were…you were…" Draco’s words caught in his throat.

"What? I was what?" Ginny coaxed.

"Dead," Draco whispered. "I’m sorry Ginny. I never thought that this would happen. I don’t want you to be killed because of me, ever. Oh Ginny." Ginny wrapped her arms around him comfortingly and kissed his forehead.

"It’s okay, I’m here. Everything’s okay now," Ginny whispered. Madame Pomfrey came running though the Hospital Wing doors.

"I heard screaming," she said in a worried tone. "What happened." Draco had buried his face in Ginny’s stomach. Ginny looked down at him and smoothed his hair. "Miss Weasley?"

"I think we need to speak to Professor Dumbledor, Madame Pomfrey," Ginny said softly. Madame Pomfrey hesitated but nodded and exited the Hospital Wing. Draco looked up at her in confusion, fear still in his eyes.

"Why do we need to talk to Dumbledor?"

"Because there must be a reason for this. Trelawny may be a fake but she always warned us about dreams." Just then Professor Dumbledor and Madame Pomfrey hurried through the doors to Draco’s bed.

"Madame Pomfrey tells me that you wished to speak to me," Dumbledor said gently. Ginny nodded and looked down at Draco.

"Tell him Draco." Draco hesitated and sat up, with some help of course. He then retold his dream as he had told it to Ginny. His voice shook as he spoke. Ginny took his hand in hers, squeezing it every so often for reassurance. When Draco finished, Dumbledor remained silent for a few moments.

"Tell me, Mr. Malfoy," he finally said. "Have you had dreams like these before?"

"Yes, before Lucius came after us the first time and before he killed my mother," Draco said hesitantly. Dumbledor nodded, apparently wrapped in thought.

"I think you two should come with me. Can you walk Mr. Malfoy?" Draco, with Ginny’s help, carefully sat up, wincing with pain. He carefully set his feet on the floor and stood up. He walked but his legs were wobbly and Madame Pomfrey insisted on a wheelchair. She disappeared into her office and wheeled out an old and rusty looking one, muttering how useful some Muggle items could be. Draco gingerly sat down and rested his feet on the two platforms that Madame Pomfrey pushed down for him.

"Thank you Madame Pomfrey," Dumbledor said gratefully. "Miss Weasley, will you do the honors?" Ginny nodded and took hold of the handlebars, pushing the chair along as they left the Hospital Wing. They walked in silence down the corridor, Dumbledor slightly ahead of Ginny and Draco, leading them down numerous corridors. The only sound that could be heard was the odd buzz of an afternoon class and the squeak of the chair’s rusty wheels. Eventually, Ginny finally gave up trying to figure out where they were going. They reached a statue of a huge, silver unicorn. Dumbledor reached up and ran his hand along the unicorn’s nose. The spiraling horn on it’s head lit up and then the unicorn slowly slid aside to reveal a solid oak door. Dumbledor stepped forward and turned the brass handle, opening the door. The room was bright from the sunlight that shone through the open windows. There were shelves and shelves of books of all kinds. There was a wooden desk filled with parchment, ink and quills. A fire burned in the hearth making the whole room warm. Ginny pushed Draco to the center of the room and stared at her new surroundings. She was startled out of her awe when Dumbledor cleared his throat.

"Why have we come here Professor?" Draco asked from where he sat in his wheelchair. The old man brought his hands infront of him, clasping on over the other, and fixed his eyes on the pair.

"I need the two of you to not take what I say lightly," he began, his voice stern. "I did not know when your abilities would surface but Mr. Malfoy, you are part Seer." Draco’s lips parted slightly and his eyes went round with surprise.

"What?" he asked in a confused tone.

"You have Seer in your blood," Dumbledor rephrased. "Your mother, although not strong, was a Seer. She had apparently passed her abilities onto you, hence the dreams. Though not realistic, your carry warnings. Your latest ones, as you have told me, have warned you before an attack made by your father to the ones you care about. From what you told me today I fear that the two of you are in danger." He then turned to Ginny. "With your experience with the Dark Lord I would not be surprised if he come after you again." Ginny cringed and forced back memories that she wished never to resurface.

"Again?" Draco asked curiously and turned to her. Apparently his father had failed to tell his son of his plans that had just about killed her.

"Tell you later," she replied quietly.

"I would like you two to remain here for your safety. Only you two, Madame Pomfrey and myself know the existence of this room. I will inform your parents and your brother here about the situation Miss Weasley. I will also notify your heads of house if any of the students begin to ask questions. Madame Pomfrey will make regular check ups to see that you heal properly Mr. Malfoy and I will make sure you are brought food as well as your assignments. To get to your rooms, pull on the Phoenix’s middle feather." He motioned towards a small statue of a perching Phoenix.

"Faux," Ginny said quietly, remembering the great bird that had pulled the DADA teacher, Ron, Harry and herself from the Chamber of Secrets. She heard Dumbledor’s soft chuckles.

"Yes, he doesn’t like it much though. Well I must go. I have many to attend to," he said as he walked towards the door but turned back to them when he reached it. "Please, first of all do not leave this room and second, don’t do anything you will regret later." He then left, Ginny and Draco staring after him in confusion.