A/N: This was the perfect quote!

When we are dreaming alone it is only a dream. When we are dreaming with others, it is the beginning of reality. -Dom Helder Camara

Someone was screaming…

It was a long, piercing, agonized scream that came from the depths of a vast nothing.

Ginny almost felt like joining in at the rate the screaming was escalating.

"Where are you?!" she shouted through the fog that surrounded her. The person screamed in reply and Ginny felt a cold chill run down her spine. She began to move, but after a moment stopped. She had absolutely no idea where she was and where she was going.

The screaming stopped, leaving Ginny even more fearful than when it had begun.

Why had the person been screaming in the first place?

There was a crack behind Ginny and without thinking she took off into the haze, not caring where she was going, as long as she could find a way out. Behind her, she could still here the cracking sound, but as she continued to run it grew fainter. It was then she realized she was running in mud. She couldn't see anything else but the ground and all she could see was mud and her dirty bare feet.

What was she doing here in the first place?

She let out a cry of pain as she came crashing to the ground after tripping over something. She found herself entangled with something heavy and fought against it. However, whatever had her wasn't fighting against her at all. Finally she managed to untangle herself from whatever it was and distanced herself a little before she peered through the fog. Then she screamed.

There lying in the mud was the body of a woman she had never seen before. Ginny couldn't tell if she was alive or not, but could see that she had been badly beaten and was bleeding severely.

Was this the person who had been screaming?

She was about to get closer when she heard the crack again. She swirled around but couldn't see anything. She was about to say something when she was slammed from the side and knocked over. She and the person who had run into her went rolling through the mud. Ginny felt the person struggle to get her down in the mud and she began to fight them.

"Help!" she shouted before a mud-covered hand fell over her mouth and she was yanked down into the mud.

"Shut up," the person hissed and for a moment she almost screamed in shock. The person held her close to them for a moment until the cracking sound finally when away. She was finally released and she whirled around to see who it was.

"Malfoy?"

The blonde haired boy looked just as surprised to see her as she felt and it was probably the first time in her life that she saw pure shock on the young man's face.

"Weasley?"

The ground suddenly shook and the two whirled around to see flames appear through the mist. The fire surged toward them and before Ginny could scream she was being yanked in the opposite direction by none other than Draco Malfoy. She had to work extra hard to keep up with Malfoy's long-legged sprint.

"Damn it, Weasley, hurry up!" he yelled over his shoulder as he dragged her along.

Ginny couldn't help but look back and she could see flames tearing through the fog, eager to taste flesh. She picked up her speed.

Suddenly the mud ended and they hit water. Malfoy looked a little confused for a moment, but after glancing behind them, he grabbed Ginny by the arm roughly and shoved her forward before following her further into the water. The moment it was up to their shoulders, he grabbed her by the head and pulled her under the water with him just as the fiery jets reached the waters edge. The two looked up from under the water to see the fire raging overhead, as if it was still continuing over the water's surface.

The moment the fire disappeared Malfoy glanced at Ginny and gave her a signal to wait before he pushed himself up to the surface. In doing that, he had accidentally scratched her arm with a cufflink. Ginny flinched but couldn't do anything. She could feel her lungs burning for air as she waited until he pulled her up as well and they stood there in the water. She gasped for air as she looked around.

"What's going on?" she asked breathlessly, turning to him finally.

He met her eyes for a moment before he began to go back to the shore, where the fog was still very much thick.

"How should I know, Weasley," he drawled in a very annoyed fashion. Ginny hurried after him, not wanting to lose him in the fog. It was better to be with Malfoy than to be alone.

Then suddenly something struck her as odd.

Why was Malfoy acting as if he wasn't part of this?

She reached out and grabbed his arm.

"What are you doing in my dream?" she demanded, shivering from the cold that suddenly descended upon them after they had left the water. He stared at her as if she was crazy.

"What are you talking about, Weasley? This is my dream," he growled.

Ginny looked around and raised an eyebrow.

"I would have thought there would be tortured animals lying about and loose women doing your will," she commented.

For some strange reason, Malfoy smirked and began to walk again, looking distastefully at the ground as he trudged through it.

"I suppose if we were in my dream, you'd be wearing something completely different," he said over his shoulder, causing her to blush violently and march over to him.

"So you agree this isn't your dream," she said.

Malfoy stopped and looked around.

"I would have much more creativity, so I should have to say that it's your dream," he replied.

Ginny sighed. It was as if he made a point to make sure that every time he spoke to her he insulted her as well.

"Well, if it is my dream, then what the hell are you doing here?" she demanded, grabbing his arm again to stop him from walking away.

Malfoy shrugged her off as if her touch added more filth to his already ruined robes.

"I'd watch it, Weasley. If you remember, I'm the one who just saved your life," he growled before walking off again.

Ginny glared at his back.

"Hey!" she shouted. He turned around and was about to shoot her a scathing remark and then his eyes grew. He ran over to her and knocked her down again, landing right on top of her.

"Be quiet!" he hissed.

As much as Ginny wanted him to get off of her, she remained silent and finally heard the cracking sound again. She stared up at Malfoy's face while he stared ahead at something she could see. Water dripped from his hair and pointed chin as he remained completely still over her, staring intently at whatever it was that was cracking.

When the cracking disappeared again, he looked down at her and only then realized that he was on top of her. They stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Ginny could feel herself shivering, but had a strange feeling it had nothing to do with the cold anymore. She watched him watch her for a moment and a small chill ran down her back when she saw his eyes flicker down to her lips before they met hers again. But before either one could move they were both jolted and then everything went black.

"Ginny? Ginny, wake up!"

Ginny shot straight up in her bed and Hermione nearly fell off. Ginny looked around frantically, searching for something and someone who wasn't there. Who would never be there.

"Are you okay? You were muttering in your sleep," Hermione whispered, standing up and straightening her shirt. Ginny looked up at her and frowned.

"What?"

Hermione looked concerned.

"You were saying something about a fire and then you started saying Malfoy's name," she told Ginny, looking slightly disturbed by the latter part of that sentence.

Ginny stared at her for a moment before shaking her head quickly and getting out of bed.

"Oh that. No, I was getting into a fight with Malfoy and I told him to go to hell," she muttered quickly, going over to her drawer and taking out some clothes. Hermione watched her for a moment.

"Uh huh," she said, looking unconvinced. But she decided not to say anything about it. Ginny looked so nervous and confused that she had a feeling that the dream must have disturbed her more than it did Hermione.

Hermione went over to the door and began to leave.

"Harry just came. He's downstairs with Ron," she said before leaving.

Ginny waited until she was gone before gasping in pain and looking down at her arm to see a small cut where Malfoy had scratched her. Or maybe she had cut herself while she was sleeping. That sounded a lot more rational.

But then again, having Draco Malfoy in her dreams and have absolutely no idea how he got there wasn't exactly something that happened everyday.

Biting her lip, she looked out the window.

What had that been all about?

"Ah, Draco, there you are," Narcissa Malfoy murmured as her son sat down across from her. A servant came in and placed his plate in front of him, filled with all sorts of fancy breakfast dishes.

"Mother," he greeted coolly, picking up his fork and poking the food disdainfully.

"You slept late this morning," she commented after a long period of stony silence.

A house elf near by glanced between the two before leaving the room, knowing that something bad might happen to him if he stayed.

Draco stiffened, but other than that he gave no evidence of what had happened while he had been sleeping. For Draco, it was dangerous to speak about anything to his mother anymore. Ever since the Dark Lord had fallen, the Death Eaters that had managed to survive and escape trial remained quiet and seething. Draco was well aware of how many of them were eager to destroy Potter for what had happened and knew that they were watching the Malfoy's for that moment.

All summer Draco had seen several Death Eaters come through Malfoy Manor to speak with his mother. Lucius, who had disappeared after the war, was still no where to be found. As far as Draco cared, the man had died years earlier.

Now he sat here, surrounded by an underworld lusting for blood, knowing that his own mother had dark plans awaiting him.

No… he would not dare talk to his mother of his dreams. It would be the death of him.

"Late night," he replied before standing up and leaving the dining room. He walked down the long marble corridor that led from the dining room to other various rooms in the expansive Malfoy Manor. He let his mind wander to the dream he had had last night. Or was it a dream?

What the hell had happened?

He had been dreaming peacefully of Ronald Weasley falling off his broom and hurtling to his otherwise painful doom while Harry Potter had lost his nerves, run off the Quiddich pitch like the pansy he was and left Draco to win the Cup for Slytherin. But as soon as his hands had curled around the little golden Snitch, he had crashed into the muddy haze that had become a rather curious thing the moment he found out he wasn't alone. He had heard the screaming for a while, but had chosen to ignore it while he supposed it was just another dream. But the moment he felt the pain of the crash and the sudden chill from the fog, he knew something was different.

Draco never felt pain and he never felt cold.

He had wandered around the fog for a while before he had heard Weasley scream. He had gone over in her direction but before he realized who she actually was he had seen something move menacingly through the fog. In that one moment he thought of his own safety and threw himself at Weasley to shut her up. He probably would have just stunned her if he had had his wand.

Everything after that confused even him and Malfoys do not get confused.

Draco found himself in his room and slammed the door shut, knowing that his mother would probably send some house elf to spy on him.

He sat down on his sofa and stared into the fire that had been prepared for him before he had entered. His mind traveled back to the look Weasley had given him before he had woken up. He remembered feeling her shaking underneath him and he remembered the sparks of electricity that shot through his body because of her movement. Those few moments had reawakened something raw and primal within him and he knew he had to shove those thoughts out of his head quickly before he returned to Hogwarts, where he would be subjected to seeing her frequently along with her little bodyguards, Potter, Weasel and the Mudblood.

He sighed and rubbed his temples carefully, trying to get the images of Ginny Weasley beneath him out of his mind. He'd always been taught appreciation for the finer things in life, and the Weasleys certainly weren't one of them.

He let out a frustrated growl and stood up. He walked over to his desk and wrote a hasty note before giving it to the large black eagle owl perched by the window, glaring at him.

"Take it to Parkinson," he ordered before opening the window and releasing the bird.

He needed to get his mind off Weasley and Pansy Parkinson would be all to willing to oblige. Perhaps she'd bring a friend.

A/N: Yes, I know. SHE'S DOING A D/G FIC! I just decided to test myself. Spread my wings and such. I desperately need a change. Of course there will be some Hr/R, because you can never get too much of that, but it will be mostly D/G. I don't know what I'm going to do with Harry. Oh, btw, does anyone know the real first name of Warrington. I need to know.

R/R!!