A Life Less Ordinary

Sleep was not in the least bit comfortable to Ginny's screaming mind. She felt like the world was crashing down and she was at the end of a burning rope. Her soul screamed for release, but it was something that she could not give it. Not until her eyes closed and she let her mind do the thinking for itself. Just as the nightmares had consumed her the previous night, a sweet dream came through this time.

She could see the pale haired man that she heard called Draco smiling as he walked into the darkened room. His sharp features curved up to show an inner happiness that radiated from him like the light radiated from the sun. The sheets were no obstacle as he found himself in between them with Ginny who was already waiting for him.

A subtle kiss between lovers was shared for the first time after their union as man and wife and everything was different. Ginny felt nervous, but Draco felt nothing but peace since this all came natural to him. He had lovers before Ginny and she knew this, but she couldn't help but be envious of his advantage over her.

Draco tilted her face over to meet his as he lay on his side watching her. She grinned like a cheshire cat and leaned up to kiss him gently and fully. Draco responded in kind with a light massage of her stomach. He knew that she loved it when he did small things like that. Ginny grabbed at him, willing him to cover her with his body. He did so.

Passion flared in the night and the cries of lover in the throes of something wonderful could be heard in the room. Then it was silent and only when you listened closely could you hear the harsh breathing of those that had recieved just what they wanted.

"I never believed in love growing up, but you have a way of making a daft git such as myself understand," Draco said as he rolled onto his back and cradled Ginny against his chest.

"You don't understand love, Draco. You just live it," Ginny said in a voice erroded by sleep.

"Is that what it is? I think I'm the luckiest son of a bitch alive," Draco said with a yawn. Ginny did not hear this statement because she had preceeded him into sleep.

Ginny sat up and felt her heart beating in her chest like it was trying to jump out and make its presense known. She wiped at her forehead and was amazed to see beads of sweat had formed. She wiped them off on the comforter and stood up, walking to the window that gave her comfort on nights such as these. At least it had given her comfort the night before. Something told her that she enjoyed the night in her old life too. If only she could find a way to get back to it.

Ginny looked down at the empty street and sighed as there was once again no one there. She didn't know who she expected to see, but whoever it was was apparently not there. With sleep once again tugging at her eyelids, she made a quick wish to the clouded moon behind the sheets of rain that fell and went back to her bed.

On the street across from the building the pale hair man known as Draco stood with his hands in the pockets of his muggle slacks. The rain beat down on his face and fell from his chin, drenching his grey sweater. It was the same outfit he had worn for days. His hair was weighty and he took a hand out of his pocket, running it through the almost white locks. Rain fell in his eyes and they made due for the tears that he had cried the past nights. It was hard wanting something that you knew you couldn't have. Not yet anyway.

Ginny woke up on her own the next morning with the wonderful smells of bacon and coffee filling her nostrils. Coffee was one thing she needed more than anything. Without it she would surely die.

"Morning, Dear," Marge said as she set a mug of steaming coffee down in front of Ginny.

Peter looked over the top of his paper, grunting his good morning to Ginny who only smiled and began to drink the black liquid. It rolled down her throat and warmed her soul like nothing else would in her life. This new life anyway.

"I thought we could go and have afternoon tea with some of my friends today, Dear," Marge said as she took her own seat at the table.

Ginny looked up and nodded at the idea of going somewhere that wasn't the apartment. Maybe she would see one of the people from her dreams. The whole idea brightened her outlook on everything and she sat back in hr chair with her coffee, smiling.

The afternoon came more quickly than Ginny would have thought, but of course she had found herself wrapped up in a box of old picture albums and memoires that belonged to Marge. Learning about this woman was an interesting thing to do since there was so much to learn. She had grown up in Ireland and moved to London after marrying Peter. They had only one daughter but not much was spoken about her. Ginny wasn't sure if she was dead or not, but she didn't want to go and ask Marge and Peter about it.

Their daughter's old clothes had contributed to Ginny's wardrobe, and she was lucky that they wore the same size. The clothes were lovely, really. Lots of pastel colors mixed with darker shades or purple and blue. It was all complementing to Ginny's figure and she couldn't help but think that she looked good.

For the afternoon tea she decided to wear a green dress that was loosely comfortable and fell to her calves. It was made of thin material and so Ginny wore a slip underneath it to make sure nothing unwanted as shown. She found a pair of sandals that were a little too small for her and made sure her appearance was perfect before leaving with Marge.

The two women didn't feel the need to take a taxi or any other means of transportation to get to where they were going. It was a short mile walk that was rather enjoyable to Ginny and her senses. With the clear blue skies and the light breeze blowing, she almost felt complete enjoyment of her surroundings.

The two women stepped into a neighborhood lined with houses on both sides of the street that looked exactly like the one across and next to it. It was a quaint little place that Ginny felt some odd connection to. Kind of like she had been there before. If not in her old life then in her dreams. A street sign said Privet Drive.

"It's just over here," Marge said as she pointed to a house near the end of the street with blooming yellow flowers and a perfectly cut lawn to match.

"Who are these people again?" Ginny asked as they walked up to the front door.

"Oh, just some old friends of mine. You wouldn't know them."

The door opened and a woman much like Marge stepped into the light, embracing her friend in a tight hug and asking her how she was. The woman turned to Ginny and shook her hand lightly, introducing herself as Tully Markins. Ginny nodded politely and the three women stepped inside the house. They joined three other women in a garden room near the back of the house with a small patio set and hanging baskets and paintings all over the room.

Ginny took her seat next to Marge at the small table as introductions were made and tea was poured. The women all chatted lightly and happily as Ginny sat back and listened to their quiet conversations about unimportant things.

Ginny's mind began to drift into thinking about her dreams from the night before. She thought about the pale haired man and their heated lovemaking. Had it just been a dream or had it been real? If only she could in some way find out. And then once again she thought more about the pale haired man. His face was so familiar to her.

Ginny looked up at the sound of someone calling out her name. A male voice so fluid like his, so deep and intense though his words were soft to her ears. And there he was standing over her, gripping her hand tightly in his own, concern lines driven into his brow. He smoothed back a few strands of damp hair on her head and leaned down, kissing her forehead softly.

"You're almost there, Darling. Just a bit more and we'll have a baby to share the world with," Draco said as he looked at the wizard doctor who was looking back at him with apprehension.

"I don't think I can push anymore, Draco. I can't do it," Ginny laid her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes. She just needed to rest.

"Ginny!" Draco shouted her name and she opened her eyes just as another wave of pain shot through her belly. She tightened up and yelled out at the pain. Draco put a hand on her back and rubbed gently.

Ginny gave one final resigned push and was rewarded with the wonderful sound of a crying child just out of the mother's womb. The tears couldn't help but fall out of her eyes as they mixed with Draco's. He had wanted this child more than anything.

The doctor smiled and wrapped the baby in a blanket of brilliant blue before laying it down on Ginny's chest. Immediately her hands went up around the child and she held it close. Draco leaned down and caught her lips in a jovial kiss as he lifted the child out of its mother's arms and into his own. Already he could tell that this boy would have his mother's firey red hair, but it was turning out to have his own facial structure. Yes, this was his son.....

Ginny sat up sharply and looked at the other women around the table who were still chatting on, apparently not noticing the fact that Ginny wasn't playing any part in the conversation. She stood up and excused herself for some fresh air and left the room for a few minutes.

"Does she know yet?" Tully asked in a whisper across the table to Marge.

"I'm afraid not," Marge said as she sipped her tea. "The poor dear is starting to pick up, I would suspect. Just now she had a vision."

"Yes, I saw her daze out. I hope she catches on more quickly than some of the others," Tully said with a morose sigh.

"Yes. We all know what happens if you don't figure it out."

There was a murmer and nodding of heads around the table as the other women all agreed.

Ginny stood on the grass outside, her feet bare as she trodded around in it such as she ha doen in her dream. Still wet from the rain the previous day, the grass clung to her feet in limp shards. It was of no matter, though. She was just happy being outside in the open. Outside away from all of the tension that seemed to stress the room she had just left.

The sky that had been clear now had a few breezy clouds in it that seemed to pass over her head more rapidly than anything she had seen before in her life. It was strange, the weather.

The door to the house clicked open and Ginny turned to see Marge walk outside with her purse in hand and a content smile on her face. She walked over to Ginny and waited as she put her shoes on before they made their way back down the street toward home.

While walking through the park Ginny once again watched the children that were playing and thought about the vision she had seen when in the tea room. Perhaps Marge would know something about it. But should she ask her? It was a hard decision to make. Marge might think she was dillusional. Hell, she even thought herself dillusional now. It was better thought in the longrun to keep it to herself.

Back at the apartment things were quiet. Marge had been in her bedroom ever since they had come home, and she had been working on a quilt. 'You can never have enough quilts to keep you warm,' she had said. Ginny immediately went to her room and laid down on the bed for a nap. She felt so weak.

The breeze blew in through the window and lulled her into a soft and gentle sleep for the afternoon. The clouds had once come back in to cover up the sky as they had the day before when the rains came. But these clouds did not bring rain. They brought comfort.

The clicking of a pair of shoes was heard in the bedroom as a stranger entered the bedroom. Marge had not heard him come, and Peter was not home to hear him either. The stranger stood by the window, facing the bed and watching as Ginny slept peacefully.

The pale haired man, Draco, had a lovestruck smile on his face as he watched Ginny with her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling with each breath. She slept on her side as she often had done when in her own bed at home. Back before.

Draco took a few long, quiet strides over to the bed and bent down to be at eye level with Ginny. He reached out and touched a finger to her cheek, then the back of his hand, feeling how soft and smooth her skin was. He remembered it always being like that.

"I love you, Virginia," Draco said softly.

Ginny felt a warm sensation against her cheek. She opened her eyes just a slight bit and thought she saw the pale haired man from her dreams standing there. But he was nowhere to be seen. A strange scent lingered in the air. A musky smell of wind and rain and something altogether different. It was so familiar, so masculine.

Ginny sat up in he bed and looked around catiously. She was so sure of it, he had been there. But where had he gone?

Slumping back on the pillow, Ginny let an angry tear slip out of her eye and onto the pillow beneath her head. She really wanted answers more than anything in her confused life.

The front door opened and Peter came walking in with a newspaper under his arm. He set it down on the coffee table and walked into his bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind him. Behind those closed doors he walked over to Marge and sat down on the bed next to her. Marge put down her quilt and turned to her husband.

"She's having more visions, Peter. And he's been here. I'm sure of it. I could feel him in this apartment," Marge said with concern.

"He knows what he's doing, Dear. Just leave him be."

"Peter, what if she sees him! What happens then?"

"Just don't worry about it, Margaret! I think she's picking up on everything anyway. It shouldn't be long now before everything is done."

"I hope so, Peter. I hope so."