A Kiss Goodnight

Chapter one~ des rêves doux sont faits

Ginny lay on her bed at the Burrow, half in and out of sleep. Her long red locks lay spread like fiery tendrils across her snow-white pillowcase. Someone knocked lightly on her bedroom door, so lightly that Ginny in her state of nothingness barely noticed, or cared. She knew that she wasn't decent, the white cotton shirt that she was wearing was unbuttoned revealing soft peachy skin beneath, and although the shirt was long it had risen up and scarcely covered the tops of her thighs.

She turned her head away from the door and towards the open window across the room, her eyelids fluttered helplessly trying to keep away the sleep and the stars embossed themselves on the insides of her eyelids, like thousands of tiny diamonds. The door opened, but still Ginny did not stir, she lay perfectly motionless gazing out into the night sky one arm above her head, the other strewn across her barely covered breasts.

"Ginny?"

The voice she could hear, it was soft and curious, but her eyes had now closed and refused to open, she was so helplessly tired, as though she had taken a sleeping potion. Someone crept nearly silently across the room and carefully lay themselves down next to Ginny's body, a pale hand placed itself on Ginny's inner thigh, the touch was light but firm enough for her to feel that it was icy cold, so cold in fact that it may have stung, but Ginny could not notice, for she was besieged by a feeling of faintness and consumed by disorientation. She lay still for a moment, collecting her head and concentrating on the hand on her leg, something about the way that it lay there was comforting.

Slowly she regained some control and opening her eyes looked downwards, her sight wavered faintly but she saw that the hand was boyish. It had long articulate fingers with short bitten fingernails; they looked worn but felt like a cluster of tied feathers, soft and tickly almost, despite it's icy touch. Ginny didn't even shy away when the hand came up to her face and gently began to trace the outline of her soft pink lips. She closed her eyes again enjoying the soft caress and giggled before giving in to the wave of sleep now washing over her. But the visitor drew himself closer and put his head next to Ginny's, his breath tickled her curls and neck, and a chill passed through her body making her skin prickle. He smelt of peppermints and coffee, it was a comforting smell and Ginny willed her eyes open once more and tried to turn so as to see his face, but he pushed her tenderly yet firmly away, she made no attempt to try again, bewildered and drained she felt nothing mattered anymore, nothing but the company of this secret boy with the icy hands.

And then suddenly, though not to Ginny's surprise she felt his mouth at her ear, and something warm and wet licked tenderly at her ear lobe, the feeling was overwhelming and a small gasp of breath escaped from Ginny's parted lips. She felt the mouth curve into a smile and open again, but this time it was to speak.

He spoke only two words, and although sleep ridden they were enough to confuse her and break the dazed spell that she appeared to be in. Ginny turned to face him, this time with a determined force of her own... But he was gone; all that was left was a silken emerald ribbon and a few strands of silvery hair that gleamed delicately in the moonlight.

Ginny Weasley awoke with a gasp, she sat up startled and gazed wildly around her room, closing her eyes she tried to steady her breathing, which was heavy and fast, as was her heartbeat. Of course, it had been a dream, but it still troubled her none the less. It had felt so... real. A gust of wind blew in from the open window blowing Ginny's hair about her face like sparks emitting from an angry fire. She knew who the boy was, she'd been dreaming about him all summer, but none of the other dreams, although intense, had been like this. It felt similar to a memory, like something that had really happened. She got up and padded across the room pulling Charlie's old shirt tightly around her as she went, she was virtually in her sixth year now, nearly a young women, so why was she so disturbed by a mere dream. Ginny looked up out of the window at the stars, like thousands of tiny diamonds she thought. Shaking her head she pulled the window shut against the cold night wind and then snuggled back down into her bed.

She closed her eyes and willed herself back to sleep trying to keep her mind on anything but the strange vivid dream that she had just had, she was nearly asleep when her hand closed around something unfamiliar, something silky. Ginny jumped up with a start, dropping the object on her bed as she did, then grabbed her wand from her bedside table.

"Lumos!" she shouted hurriedly.

Blinking furiously as her eyes got used to the bright light Ginny took a deep breath then stepped closer towards the object, her eyes adjusted then she stared in horror at the emerald silk ribbon lying innocently in the middle of her bed. Her stomach plummeted and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she remembered the dream, the voice full of fear and the words that Draco Malfoy had so urgently and desperately whispered into her ear. Help me.