Consequences With Love

Consequences with Love

Chapter 2

Ginny Weasley bolted into the house and to the bathroom. When she woke up from that dream...she paused in her thoughts as the light magically turned on and she stared intently at the back of her eyelids as she prayed for a tan. Then she opened her eyes. She had a light brown tan along her arms and her cheeks were pink from the sun.

"Damn," she muttered, "I do burn. Bummer." Then she turned and walked slowly to her room, pondering the dream.

Who could that be? Those eyes...I know those eyes. Who is it? She thought about going to ask Ron, but thought better of it. She wandered around her room for five minutes then dashed to Ron's bedroom, forgetting to knock.

"Ron, I-"

"Knock much?" he interrupted. "I said knock. Go back and do it again. Knocking this time." Ginny sighed, exasperated, and walked to the door, then closed it. Then she knocked.

"Who is it?" Ron's voice was overly sweet as it drifted through the cracks.

"Ron, I'm warning you, I-" The door opened and Ron's grinning face appeared.

"Gotcha. What do you want?" Ginny sighed and walked past Ron, who shut the door. Ginny sat heavily on the bed.

"I just had this dream when I was tanning. Can you tell me who fits this description? He has-"

"He? You were dreaming about a guy?"

"Hey, I'm doing the talking here, thank you. Sit down and listen." Ron nodded and pulled up a chair, sitting across from Ginny.

"Go on." Ginny nodded.

"Well, he-" She paused, thinking of the dream man. "He had long legs and was really tall. He has broad shoulders and a strong neck. He-" She paused yet again to think about him. "He has a strong jaw and high cheekbones. He has smooth, fair skin and-" She paused, stuttering as she described him. "And his most defined fe-" She closed her eyes as she stared once again into those cold eyes. She took a deep breath.

"Breathe, Ginny, that's it..."

"Shut it, Ron. Ok. His most defined feature was his eyes. They were cold and gray-silver. They were silver. I saw a little bit of his hair, it was...white, or silver like his eyes, just...whiter." She looked at Ron. His eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open. "Do you know who I was-"

"Oh my God, I can't believe you're dreaming about Draco Malfoy!"

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Ginny sat down on her bed and looked around. His eyes were imprinted on her mind, the remembrance of his embrace and hard lips jammed into her thoughts. It was haunting to think that she dreamed he was kissing her and she was yelling...the pain came back to her and she fell asleep crying.

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She was trapped in a little square room with barely room to breathe. Again mist filled the room and he appeared, smiling his cynical smile and feeling her fear. She jammed herself in the corner and tried to get as far from him as possible. He was laughing and she could feel the pain welling up inside her. He touched her cheek with a cold, cynical hand. Tears held in overflowed and he leaned in, ready to kiss her coldly, bringing up the pain, as before. She cried out as his cold lips touched her warm ones. His lips left hers and traveled down her neck. She arched towards him, letting him devour her. Pain swelled up and suddenly she was sobbing as he kissed and touched her. He was oblivious to her sobbing and kept touching her intimately. Then he looked up at her with iced eyes and smiled.

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Draco Malfoy woke up in a sweat. He had the dream again. What could this mean? He sighed and got up from his large, soft bed. He walked to the bathroom and washed his face, brushed his teeth, then took of his shirt. Turning on the water, he stripped the rest of the clothes to reveal brazened muscles, rippling over his fair skin. He stepped in the shower in a thinking trance. Water gushed over his nude body as he thought of the dream.

Why do I keep having dreams about the little Weasel girl? And why am I kissing her? Is that me? If it's not me, why does it look like me? And why would I be having a dream that doesn't have me in it but someone who looks like me? And if it is me, why am I making her cry?

At the last thought he paused. What did her feelings mean to him? Nothing. Zippo. So why did he ask the last question? What was he, crazy? If his father found out, he'd be dead in less than- wait. He won't know. He doesn't have to know and if he did, then he must read minds. Because Draco wasn't about to let that thought slip in front of his mean, arrogant father. No way. He shook his head determinedly and little silver water droplets fell around him.

My father will never know a thing.

He smiled.

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Thin lips smiled happily as he watched the dream play over and over in the girl's mind and the boy promising himself he would never tell his father or anyone else about the dreams. But this boy was unaware that someone else did know about it. Not just one, but three. The girl told her brother. Silly girl.

Vision Dream was the controller of all dreams. Hence the name, Vision Dream. He couldn't think of anything else. His name used to be Liam Strombus, but it changed when he became controller of dreams. Vision sent out the special dreams to the boy and the girl, better known as Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley, for a bet. Atlantia Pacifico, controller of the high seas, bet Vision that he couldn't make two different people from different worlds who hate each other to fall in love with mere dreams. Vision said he could, and the bet was on. He had three years to make them fall in love, for Vision set that term to make them have plenty of time. Adore Admire, "goddess" of love and beauty, or so she calls herself, said she could make people fall in love at first sight, but sometimes it takes forever for people to fall in love. They take their time. Vision sighed again, thinking about the bet, and all the people taking part in it. He thought it could've been just the four of them. Ginny, Draco, Atlantia and himself. But no. Atlantia had to bring in Adore, and Ginny her brother Ron. Who knows who Adore and Ron would tell? Vision sighed deeper, his handsome hazel eyes flickering with some emotion. He always wanted to tell Atlantia, whenever she was near. So it was best to keep her far away. But as soon as he had made that decision, she had to make a bet that would last for three years! Vision sighed again. He could see her sea green eyes and her aqua hair. Her flawless skin so smooth and bright. He shook his head and looked back at the two people who he was trying to make fall in love.