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Among Other Things
Chapter 1: Dreams or Nightmares?
~"And tell me.... what makes you think I would love someone like you?" Ginny asked the dark haired boy.
"Please Ginny? I love you! Please!" he begged.
Ginny turned her head to the side, and then followed suit with the rest of her. As she walked away, she heard his footsteps, and felt as he grabbed her arm.
She spun around to tell him to leave her alone, that she didn't want the famous Harry Potter anymore, when he changed into a blonde-haired, flint-eyed boy, causing her to look up into his face, given the height difference.~
She sat up quickly, panting. Her room was dark, and her curtains were around her. It was the third time that week that she'd had the dream.
She wondered what it meant, why she was having it so often. It was getting harder and harder for her to concentrate in class, what with getting roughly four hours of sleep per night, at the most.
She flopped back into her pillows, rubbing her eyes until she saw spots. She sighed, yanked the covers off angrily, and peeled herself from her sweat-soaked bed sheets.
She stomped, albeit as quietly as she could stomp without waking up the rest of the sixth years, to the showers. She pulled her dark green silk nightie over her head and stuffed it on a shelf, next to a towel and a sponge.
She turned on the tap, letting it run until it was perfect, hot, but not hot enough to burn. She let the water cascade over her body, trying to get the tired feeling to go away, and trying to get the nervous feeling out of her stomach.
She washed her hair, using her favorite apple cinnamon shampoo, and reveled in the feeling of her silky hair. It was a mix of copper, amber, light brown and true red, and it glistened in the light.
She got out the sponge and poured melon scented body gel onto it, relaxing as she washed herself. She could finally say she was calm by the time she was dry. She cast a drying spell on her hair, and it immediately was dry, clean, and, much to her despair, curly.
She had always hated her curly hair. Every other girl had straight hair. She hated her freckles, and the fact that she was short, and she hated that, no matter what her dreams said, she was never going to have Harry Potter begging for her to love him.
She snorted at that, and pulled on some cream-colored shorts and a hunter green baby-tee. She then put her robes over that, and proceeded to brush her hair out.
Her mind went back to her dream. 'What in Merlin's name is that about? I'm dreaming about Malfoy, of all creatures. Although I must admit he's rather handsome.... oh, who am I kidding? He's hotter than anyone I've ever seen. But... dreaming about him? Virginia, what on earth is wrong with you?'
She sighed, and continued arguing with herself. It was an hour until breakfast, and she figured she'd have a walk around the hallways, telling Filch she had just gotten up early. He accepted that every time.
She milled around aimlessly, thinking. Not really expecting to run into anybody at six o'clock in the bloody morning.
'He's just SUCH a prat. I really shouldn't even be thinking of him. Yet, every time I think of Harry, I think of Draco. He should be a vampire, what with that skin. But his eyes aren't anywhere near dark enough..... Oh, for the love of all that is good and magical, why can't I get him out of my head?!' her mind strained as she practically screamed the thought.
She gasped as she turned the corner. Sitting there, on the steps, was Draco Malfoy.
'It bloody well figures.' she thought, letting out a groan.
His head shot up to look at her, and she gasped as she saw a hand print in his face, very red against his fair skin.
And, I think I will leave it there for now. I'll have the next chappy up ASAP. Review please!