Healing Ginny
Ginny felt Draco's arm guide her towards his bedroom and when she saw his bed, she realized she just wanted to lay down to sleep and get away from the last few hours. She dropped her bag and flopped down onto the bed, stomach first.
"You can get under the covers you know," Draco moved her bag to the side and smiled to himself.
"I know," her muffled voice said into his pillow.
"I love this bed," she said half to herself and half to Draco. He walked around to the other side and sat down, seeing her with her head buried in the pillow and in her arms as they curved underneath her head.
"Do you want me to stay or let you sleep?" he asked slowly, not quite sure what she wanted at the moment. He knew what HE wanted; he wanted to go find Nott and perform all three unforgivable curses on him.
"Stay…please," Ginny said, not moving and he took off his robe setting it on the back of a chair he had in his room, then stretched out next to her, not touching-- trying to give her the space she needed.
Draco raised his hands to his face, feeling the anger bringing on a headache. He knew he needed to get up and work off some of this pent up anger or he was going to snap…either at a student or Nott if he ever saw him again. It wasn't long until he heard Ginny's deep, even breathing and he took that moment to get up and pace.
Leaving the bedroom door open and the hall light on he walked out to the living room, and paced back and forth between the sofa and his office, a million thoughts running through his head.
He stopped in his tracks when he heard a knock at the door and noticed it was a little after midnight. It felt so much later and knowing exactly who was at the door he pulled it open. He stared at Harry for a moment then stepped back slightly to let him in.
"McGonagall just told me," Harry explained in a tired voice. Draco shut the door quietly and motioned towards the sofa, slightly disbelieving in the fact that the Gryffindor Harry Potter was in his flat talking to him about such a serious issue.
"She's sleeping now," Draco settled into a black recliner, letting Harry have the sofa.
"How did you and John get there so fast?" Harry asked staring into the fire, then looking at Draco.
"Campbell was already on that floor, having removed some Halloween Pranks from Moaning Myrtles Bathroom door and I was-," he stopped for a moment, trying to figure out what to say without sounding like a complete git. He conjured up a ball and tossed it between his two hands.
"What?" Harry asked quietly.
"I was coming back from the library when I thought I heard her saying, or rather shouting "Please not here" ", he paused and saw Harry looking at him calmly and he plugged on, "So, right away I knew something wasn't right, but I didn't know where she was…somewhere in the hall because I knew she and Campbell were doing rounds. I came down the stairs and saw him walking away from the loo and I asked him where she was. He told me he left her by the dungeons and then we both heard her scream for real that time-,"
"What do you mean for real?"
"I asked Campbell later if he had heard her say "Please not here," and he hadn't so it must have been in my head," he saw Harry nod knowingly and was surprised that a smart comment wasn't said.
"I hear Hermione all the time; I've gotten used to it though," Harry gave a small smile then nodded for him to continue.
"Campbell and I both ran down there and I saw Nott holding her…against the wall…I don't think I even had my wand out before I thought "Stupefy"."
"How is she?" Harry asked watching Draco lower his head into his hands, then shake his head from side to side.
"I honestly don't know. She went from being physically ill to a bit zoned out, to angry to extremely tired."
"Did he-," Harry started haltingly, wondering exactly how far Nott got with her.
"No, he was…he had his hand under-," Draco stopped, not able to say it. "I swear if I ever run into him again, I'll kill him."
"I'll hold him down for you," Harry said quickly hearing Draco give half a snort of laughter.
They were quiet for a minute and Harry understood the anger Draco was feeling. He had experienced it so much his fifth and sixth years at Hogwarts, he knew how it felt to be so angry and helpless all at the same time.
"Look," Harry began shifting on the sofa, "Ron and I are going flying tomorrow…it helps…if you want to join us."
"Yea, maybe," Draco answered thinking he would love to go do that now if he could.
"I have to go…I get to run practice tomorrow," Harry stood up and Draco followed suit.
"Thanks…for helping Ginny," Harry said, not looking forward to the moment tomorrow morning when he had to explain to a now sleeping Hermione what had happened this evening.
Draco followed Harry to the door and as Harry stepped out he turned back to Draco and stared at him.
"Take care of her," Harry told him.
"I will; I am. Don't worry," Draco rested his hand on the doorframe and was genuinely surprised with what Harry said next.
"I know…just keep doing it," Harry bid him goodnight and quietly let himself into his flat.
Shutting and locking the door Draco headed back towards the bedroom, seeing Ginny in the same position. He walked through his flat, turning off lights and setting up the wards as he always did, changed into pajama bottoms and slowly climbed into bed feeling her stir next to him letting out a sigh.
He didn't fall asleep right away, his mind to pre occupied with the evenings events but eventually he drifted off, listening to Ginny breathe evenly next to him.
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Something woke Draco up and he sprang up in bed, swiping his wand off the night stand.
"It's just me," a tired voice said coming out of his bathroom and getting back in bed next to him. He could see in the dim light she had changed into a long t-shirt, discarding the sweatpants and sweatshirt.
"You ok?" Draco asked sleepily, placing his wand on the nightstand and laying back down.
"No, but I will be," Ginny answered truthfully, climbing under the covers with him and feeling his bed cup her body perfectly. She didn't hear him say anything and he made no move to touch her and it was then in her sleepy mind that she realized he was not ok.
"Are you ok? And," Ginny yawned in the middle of her question, "don't say the same thing I did."
Draco had to smile, because that was exactly what he was going to do.
"I'm angry," he admitted.
Slowly she moved closer to him and laid a hand on his bare chest and felt his hand come up and immediately cover hers.
"Thank you," she whispered and she felt his hand tighten around hers. She moved closer and laid her head on his shoulder, feeling him wrap his arms around her and holding her tight. She hadn't hugged him all night, she had hugged everyone else but hadn't even acknowledge everything he did. She held him tightly, seeking his warmth and pushed herself closer to him, feeling him tighten his hold.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"No. Don't ever be sorry," he tried to keep his voice level as she nodded against his shoulder.
The darkness continued to permeate the room and again, Draco felt her fall asleep rather quickly. Closing his eyes he
tried to empty his mind so he could fall asleep; one last glance at his clock told him it was almost two in the
morning…and slowly he felt himself drift towards sleep.
He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep, but again something woke up him and for a moment all was quiet. Ginny had rolled off his shoulder and was laying on her back next to him; he heard her mumbling something and carefully, he slid his arm out from under her neck trying not to disturb her.
"Stop!" Ginny yelled suddenly and sat up suddenly, breathing heavily.
"Ginny, it's alright…," Draco wrapped an arm around her shoulders and felt her lean into him.
"I didn't mean to wake you," Ginny hid her face in her hands.
"Don't worry about that; I just wish I knew what to do to help you," Draco said leaning her back onto the bed and holding her again.
"You are helping me just by being here, and by throwing Nott off me," Draco felt a shudder go through her at the mention of his name and felt anger rise in his chest. As if Ginny sensed it, she reached up and kissed him on his cheek, then nuzzled her head into his neck and he swore it wasn't thirty seconds before she was asleep again. He could feel her every breath against his neck and as he held her and willed himself back to sleep once more he thought that he had never felt more complete in his life.
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Draco's eyes snapped open as the sunlight filtered through his bedroom blinds. Somewhere in their sleep Ginny had turned over and he found himself spooned up behind her. Quietly he untangled himself from the sheets and used his bathroom, then walked out to the kitchen to make some coffee, surprised that it was almost ten in the morning. He never slept in this late and was sure it was because of the previous days events and waking up so often at night with Ginny.
He ran a hand through his hair, taking the first sip of his hot coffee when he heard a soft knock at the door…he knew it was Hermione. Who else would knock so lightly and who else would even bother to show up at his flat? Holding his coffee he opened the door and sure enough, Hermione was on the other side.
"She's still sleeping, but doing well," Draco said before she could say anything.
"Good," Hermione looked up at him then felt herself blushing as she realized he was standing there in nothing but silk pajama bottoms and blushed even further when she realized how nice he looked in them.
Draco saw the look on Hermione's face and gave a little smirk as she looked down.
"Do you want some coffee?" he asked, not being able to help himself.
"No, thank you. I have to run into work, but tell her I stopped by?" Hermione finally raised her eyes and met his amused gaze. He nodded, then as she turned away he remembered something.
"Hermione," he said and she visibly jumped at the sound of her name. She looked back over her shoulder.
"Tell your husband that after I drop Ginny off at her brothers for lunch, I'll go fly with him."
She nodded then turned and practically ran down the stairs.
He stepped back inside and shut the door, slightly amused at Hermione Granger blushing at seeing him half naked; he wasn't used to people stopping by or even someone spending the night in his place. As he thought of Ginny he poked his head in and saw her sprawled out over both of the spots they had been sleeping in, seemingly still asleep.
He settled himself in the eating area of his kitchen and grabbed an apple out of the bowl in the middle. As he stared out the window, he saw and Owl fly up and hover there for a minute. Draco crossed the room and opened the window letting the post owl in, removed the letter and let him sit on the window sill.
He opened it, seeing it was from Hogwarts, and saw a note from Professor Dumbledore explaining that with the testimony given to him by Draco, John Campbell and Ginny, and talking to Thomas Nott she wouldn't be needed at an hearings that would take place to decide his punishment. Also, she was to be accompanied by another Prefect or Head Girl or Boy when doing rounds. Dumbledore also went on to say that this was going to be kept quiet and he had already spoken to the Prefects in Slytherin and Gryffindor about what happened. He then asked Draco to use his judgement as to when she thought she was stable enough to return to Hogwarts, but as far as the students involved were concerned, she was staying with her brothers.
Draco found it amusing that Dumbledore knew exactly where she was and was grateful, for one of the few times in his
life, that his headmaster wasn't making a huge deal out of her staying here and respected Draco's judgement on
how well Ginny was doing. He hoped to get her to stay another night to make sure she didn't have any more
nightmares, but he knew she would be wanting to go back to school on Sunday and stay the night there.
Draco wrote a quick note back to Dumbledore, saying she was sleeping and seemed to be holding up well, then scribbled a thank you at the bottom for talking to his Prefects. Draco sent the owl back then realized he should probably get dressed.
Half an hour later Draco was showered and dressed and saw Ginny still asleep on his bed; he took the moment to go into his office to get some school work done. An hour later, he ended up talking to Ron via the floo about how Ginny was still asleep and probably wouldn't be at Hogsmeade to meet them for lunch.
"Are you flying?" Ron asked quickly and Draco nodded.
"What time?"
"Before dinner, five or so. Hermione can stay with Ginny, she already said something to Harry," Ron explained then had to go as he was using Fred and George's floo and with a pop he was gone.
Draco turned back to his work, flying through the third years essays and papers he had assigned them.
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Ginny stirred and opened her eyes, not recognizing the kaleidoscope patterns on the ceiling and let her eyes roam around until she settled on the clock next to her…11:58am. Ginny blinked, not realizing it was so late and slowly sat up, taking in her surroundings. Her brain slowly woke up and the events that happened over 12 hours ago weighed on her shoulders, pushing her back onto the bed.
She didn't want to move. She didn't want to get up and face the day because it was so much easier and more comfortable to lie here, under Draco's black comforter and pretend nothing happened.
As if sensing she was awake she looked up to see Draco appear in the doorway, showered and dressed and looking a bit
tired. He walked in and sat sideways on the edge of the bed.
Ginny saw him looking at her and when he reached out to touch her cheek she couldn't hold the tears back. She saw how tired he was and also realized how stressed everyone was about what happened and she just couldn't handle the emotions anymore. Reaching up she grabbed his hand and as the first set of tears trailed down her cheeks, she suddenly found herself in his arms holding onto the back of his shirt crying, thoughts of her first year at Hogwarts racing through her mind, feeling helpless in the hall the previous night---it all came out in great big sobs that eventually gave way to hiccups and finally silence as she kept her grip on Draco.
A few moments passed and she took the tissues he handed her and turned away from him, getting ready to apologize again.
"Don't say it," Draco said softly and Ginny kept silent, suddenly realizing that she missed lunch with her brothers.
"My brothers," she whispered, blowing her nose.
"They know you are sleeping and just want you to get in contact when you feel up to it. Professor Dumbledore said to take as long as you need to rest," Draco explained, rubbing her back. To his surprise she nodded and laid back down, burrowing under the covers.
She looked up at him and he could see that she had so many questions, so he reiterated Dumbledore's letter to her about Nott, told her Harry stopped by last night and Hermione this morning. He said he planned on flying this afternoon but if she wanted him to stay-she shook her head and told him to go do it-and that he thought she should stay another night. He explained he had Dobby bring her school work over so if she felt like it, she could do it here.
"Do you want something to eat?" he was still sitting sideways on the bed and was getting hungry himself.
"Yea, I am hungry actually," Ginny blew her nose again and sighed.
"Stay here, I'll get some sandwiches," Draco stood up, but she sat up and swung her legs over the bed.
"No, I should be letting you eat in bed, after everything you have done for me," Ginny stood up and hugged him, then headed off to the shower, determined to try and make herself a bit more presentable.
As she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself she stared in the mirror. She just noticed the bruises on her upper arms and immediately felt like she was going to be sick. Now, she would have these marks for days unless she could get a salve for them.
Draco must have heard her throw the toilet lid back and get sick because he walked in as she was laying her head on her
arms crossed over the toilet.
"What's wrong?" he asked and Ginny stood up silently and made her way to the sink quickly brushing her teeth. When she turned around he saw the identical brusies on her arms and before he could stop it, let a four letter word out of his mouth.
"Ginny, I'm so sorry," he grabbed her hands and looked earnestly at her. "I bet Hermione has salve for those."
"They took me by surprise," Ginny admitted, feeling his hands squeeze hers.
"Let's get you dressed," and he led her into the bedroom, his eyes sweeping over her standing there in a dark blue towel, hair dripping down her back and for the first time he noticed how vulnerable she looked. 'Vulnerable' was not the word he would have ever picked to describe her if asked, but at this moment it seemed to fit.
"I'll let you get dressed and I will go see if our Healer is home next door," Draco then bent down and kissed her, for the first time in weeks. Her lips were cool under his and he just wanted to hold her and warm her up.
During his brief visit with Hermione, he procured some salve and made arrangements for her to come over and sit with her while he went flying. Returning to his flat, Ginny insisted on putting it on her arms herself so he left her to it, cutting up sandwiches and pouring juice for a late lunch. Draco took it as a good sign that she ate everything and noticed that some color was returning to her cheeks when she was finished.
After lunch she stated she wanted to do some homework. Draco said he could always do school work, so they sat in the same spot as they did the last time, time passing slowly, the Wizarding Wireless on in the background and each managed to concentrate on their work.
As the next four hours passed with work and some idle conversation, he could see her slowly returning to the Ginny he knew. He had heard her laugh aloud to an ad on the WW and was pleasantly surprised when she brought him a butterbeer and biscuits halfway through the day.
At four, Hermione came over and after a huge hug session and a few tears, Draco managed to slip out the door, broom under his arm and breathed a huge sigh of relief. Hermione asked him to bring Ron back with him as they were supposed to have dinner together.
Hermione talked with Ginny for three hours as the boys flew and Ginny had to admit, having Hermoine there to help her through everything was a relief. Deciding to do something different, they made dinner the Muggle way Hermione talking Ginny through the steps to make a pot roast and potatoes…and Ginny thoroughly enjoyed cooking the Muggle way and made notes to share with her mother.
At half past six three muddy, grass stained figures stumbled into Draco's flat, kicking off shoes and propping up brooms in the corner.
"What in the world did you guys do? Wrestle?" Hermione asked, hands on hips looking from her dark haired mud splattered husband, to Ron who still had leaves in his hair to grass stained Draco who was holding his shoulder.
"You could say it ended up that way. Damn snitch," Ron muttered, hugging Ginny and then letting her pull leaves out of her hair. "Hey!" he exclaimed suddenly, mood turning, "What's that smell?"
"Dinner," Ginny pulled one last leaf out of her brother's messy hair and threw it into the trash can. Harry brushed himself off in the hallway then came back in and sat down on the couch.
"Hermione, look at Draco's shoulder," he gestured to Draco, then locked eyes with Hermione as they both realized that he hadn't said "Malfoy".
"What happened?" Ginny asked, checking the red skinned potatoes then walking over to the chair Draco was sitting in.
"Let's just say that three people going after a snitch doesn't work," Draco winced as he pulled off his old practice robes.
"Who finally caught it?" Ginny asked, helping Draco pull his arm out of the sleeve.
"I did!" Ron held it up, grinning from ear to ear.
"Take off your shirt." Hermione came over and stood near him and he looked up at her and cocked an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes and with a flick of her wand, she removed his t-shirt, revealing a large dark bruise on his shoulder.
"What did you do? Fall?" Ginny laid her hand on his good shoulder.
"I was pushed."
"You were not; get over it," Ron said from the kitchen lifting lids and taking deep sniffs of the food within.
Hermione felt around the bruise and gently moved his shoulder in different directions.
"Your hands are hot," Draco said suddenly and Harry let out a bark of laughter from the sofa.
"Better than cold hands. When she isn't healing someone, her hands are cold," Harry said and Hermione shot him a glare.
"You just bruised the muscle," she turned to him and gently laid his arm down on the chair. "You can use that salve I brought over earlier and that should do it."
Nodding his thanks, Draco slowly put his t-shirt back on and jumped slightly as two figures appeared stepping out of
his fireplace.
Out came Fred and George, looking slightly smug and happy with themselves.
"Ginny, how are you?" Fred asked hugging her and she just smiled and nodded, getting another hug from George.
"We just got the most interesting news," Fred said lightly, settling down on the sofa next to Harry, looking around the flat.
"What did you two DO!?" Ginny demanded, sounding very much like their mother.
"We just heard that Nott is at St. Mungo's for a broken nose, couple of bruised ribs and a dislocated shoulder," Fred examined the back of his hand, then looked up at Ginny. She walked over and grabbed his hand, forcing him to turn it over, palm down.
"You attacked him?" she asked quietly, seeing his grazed knuckles.
"Nope, he fell," George said dragging a chair from the kitchen and settling down into it next to the fire place.
"How do you know he fell?" Hermione asked, eyes narrowed at them.
"Because he fell in front of our shop. We tried to be the nice Hogsmeade citizens that we are and help him, but he was a bit slippery," said Fred.
"From the invisible sliding gel that fell out of a crate in front of our shop," continued George.
"And of course, we slid too not being able to see it and I think my hand hit his nose."
"My foot hit his ribs and by the time we all got to our feet, well two of us anyway, he was a mess."
"So, we helped him to St. Mungo's and left him there," finished George.
"Oh, well…as long as it was an ACCIDENT, then," Ginny said feeling happy and guilty all at once.
"Accident, my arse," Hermione muttered. "You two are crazy, you know that?"
Fred and George nodded seriously.
"You aren't the first ones that have told us that."
Ginny went into the bathroom and for a minute Draco thought she might be sick again, but she returned with the salve. She came over and pulled his arm out of his t-shirt and began rubbing it on his shoulder, her hands warm, and feeling good as she massaged the lotion over his bruise.
"Well, we have to get back and clean up the mess, if we can find it," George stood up and kissed Ginny on the top of her head.
"Ta!" Fred said, kissing Ginny as well and waving to Ron who was leaning against the wall and they disappeared into the fireplace.
The four of them looked at each other and Ginny suddenly got the image of three people sliding on nothing and started
giggling, which set off Hermione and Ron…leaving Harry and Draco shaking their heads and smiling.
"Whose ready for dinner?" Hermione asked and Ron was the first one at the table having just washed up.
Hermione explained what they made and Draco was duly impressed that she and Ginny made such a good dinner, and at the same time a bit unnerved that he walked into his own flat to a dinner cooked and guests.
His own private life that he had for the past six years had suddenly been turned upside down, people in his private flat making dinner, a girl he never thought he would date was now his girlfriend and he never thought he would associate or even let Hermione Granger into his life, let alone touch him.
He was sitting next to Harry Potter as if they had been civil all his life and he actually felt gratitude towards Fred and George for doing something that he so wanted to do, but yet couldn't because he needed to stay with Ginny. And Fred and George COULD make it look so much more like an accident than he would be able to. These thoughts were swirling around his head as he dug into the pot roast, when he felt a hand on his knee. Looking to his right, he saw Ginny looking at him and he knew she caught him being lost in his own thoughts. He smiled at her and touched her hand, letting her know he was fine and made an effort to join in on the conversation.
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It was late by the time everyone left and while Ron and Ginny having some type of private conversation in the hallway, Draco stretched out on his sofa, waiting for her to come back inside. He had no idea how long she talked to Ron, but his eyes snapped open to a hand gently exploring his shoulder.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Ginny said, looking at his bruised shoulder.
"I didn't mean to fall asleep," Draco sat up and was about to slide his arm back into his shirt that she had somehow managed to get off of him without him noticing.
"Leave it off, I need to put some more salve on it," Ginny stood up and grabbed the salve off the fireplace mantel and squatted on the floor, rubbing it in. Draco let his eyes close enjoying the feel of her hands becoming warmer as she rubbed the lotion into his skin. He must've made made a happy noise because Ginny smiled.
"Feel good?" she asked and he nodded, eyes still closed.
He felt her hand continue massaging down his arm and when her hand settled on his bare stomach he opened his eyes and looked at her, just in time to see her lean in and press her lips to his. Wrapping his arm around her neck and shoulders he deepened the kiss, not sure how far she wanted to go with everything that happened, but wanting to enjoy this time with her just the same. Her hand slid across his stomach and moved slowly, almost painfully, up his ribs to his good shoulder and she let it rest there, taking in the taste, the smell, the feel of him. Ginny could feel herself relaxing in tandem with the butterflies that were taking up residence in her stomach and chest. Pulling away slowly she gazed down at him.
"I think it's time for bed," she whispered and rocked back on her heels as Draco sat up and glanced at the clock on the mantel seeing it was well after eleven.
"How long did you let me sleep?" he stood up and rolled his shoulder around, feeling the tenderness subsiding. Ginny headed into the bedroom, but raised her voice so he could hear her.
"Only a half hour or so. I cleaned up a bit while you napped. You were sound asleep and didn't hear anything," she responded from the bedroom.
Draco locked his door and wandered around doing his usual bedtime routine. Snagging his t-shirt from the floor he muttered "nox" to turn off the lights and walked towards the dim light from the bedroom. He walked into the bedroom the same time Ginny walked out of the bathroom and as she climbed into bed, wearing what he thought was one of his old t-shirts, he spent time in the bathroom getting ready for bed. He silently hoped she didn't have any bad dreams, because that would make it harder for him to see her return to school and her room with out anyone there the following night.
He heard Ginny whisper "nox" as he climbed in under the covers and was rewarded for his long day by the feel of Ginny curling up next to him.
As Ginny laid an arm across his stomach and felt him slide his good arm and shoulder under her, she suddenly comprehended the fact that with Draco at her side, her brothers doing their usual big brotherly protective "thing" that she was safe.
Unlike the previous night, Draco fell asleep before she did, exhausted from the night before, the day of being on his toes and also hanging back making sure that he didn't upset Ginny. He had also flown for almost two hours which he hadn't done in awhile so as Ginny felt him begin to relax under her arm and cheek she stared out the window, covered with the blinds but she could still see slivers of light.
Tucking her head under Draco's chin she felt him tighten is grip for a second on her arm, the relax again. She
closed her eyes and felt the familiar blanket of sleep envelop her.
She felt Draco's hands caressing her back and his tongue working miracles in her mouth. Pressed up against him she could feel him against her, pushing into her and sending quivers of anticipation down her spine.
She heard a noise behind her and quickly turned around, staring towards the door of the bedroom.
She felt Draco turn to his side and raise himself up on his arm so he could see over Ginny.
There was a little girl standing there on the Ginny's side of the bed, about three chattering away about something Ginny couldn't quite understand.
Ginny reached out and touched the girls arm to get her to stop talking and stared in wonderment as the girl climbed up onto the bed. Ginny sat up staring at her, noticing that this girl was wearing a nightgown Ginny used to have with little pink broomsticks all over it.
Turning towards Draco they locked eyes and he shrugged, seemingly indifferent that there was a strange little girl in their bed.
Slowly, Ginny reached out to touch the girls hand…
Ginny sat up straight in bed, waking up Draco in the process. She stared at the space in front of her…nothing.
"You ok?" he mumbled sleepily, sitting up with her.
"Yea, I just had the strangest dream," Ginny let her eyes roam around the dark room, her heart pounding from the sudden movement, and other parts pounding from the vivid experience with Draco.
"What?" he looked at her staring towards the bathroom and propped himself up with his hands behind him.
She recounted the dream, even leaving in the first part and he was quiet for a moment, now sitting up next to her, the blanket covering their laps.
"Well, I think I like the first part of that dream much better than a strange child in my room," Ginny shoved him backwards and he caught her on his way down, bringing her with him.
"What did this kid look like?" He asked and she shook her head against his arm.
"I don't know because I can't remember her face. She was wearing one of my old nightgowns from childhood though."
Ginny was more awake now than sleepy and turned to him, barely making out his features in the dark and she spoke with an edge to her voice he hadn't heard before.
"You know, you were REALLY good in my dream," Ginny stroked his shoulder and let her fingers trail lightly down his arm.
"I'm better in real life," Draco quipped back still not moving as her hand rounded his fingers and traced up the other side.
"REALLY? I'm a hard person to convince without proof you know."
Ginny let her fingers trail under his neck and still he kept still, but she would have sworn all her galleons that his eyes were closed about now.
"This might take awhile then," Draco bantered back to her, feeling her slide up so her face was level with his and he stared into her dark eyes, silently asking if she was alright and she took his hand and pulled it around her waist to where it was in her dream.
"I'm ok," she whispered against his lips and that was all he needed to gather her against him; to fulfill her and bring her dream to reality-slowly and tenderly.
And as she felt herself and Draco reach that ultimate moment together, she could feel everything that was in turmoil inside her slide away and be replaced with a complete sense of wonderment and love.