Only In Your Dreams

Chapter 2: Just Jealous

            “So –er– did you have a nice time tonight?” Harry asked her, a pleading look in his eyes. The two of them now stood alone on her doorstep, in the depths of the night.

            “I did! It was wonderful! Invigorating!” she described, not wanting to let a single detail slip away. Harry smiled up at her. “What?” she asked him suddenly.

            “Nothing, nothing at all,” he answered, still with that goofy smile of his plastered to his face. She smiled back.

            “Would –er, what I mean to say is– would you like to come inside?” she offered, praying to herself that he’d say yes.

            “Oh, I’m really sorry, Gin, but I have to be at work early tomorrow, and I can’t stay out late,” he answered. Ginny’s eyes looked down reluctantly as she nodded with understanding. “Well, goodnight Ginny,” he added and then, catching her off guard, he placed an innocent kiss on her lips. Turning pink, she leaned against her door and watched him disapparate. Unlocking her door, she entered and sat down on the couch.

            “SO?” a booming voice called. Ginny jumped. Looking up, she watched as Mattie retreated from her bedroom.

            “You stayed?” snorted Ginny as her friend took a seat next to her on the couch. “I can’t believe that you actually waited,” she added.

            “Well? What happened?!” Mattie asked her curiously. Ginny blushed. She fought over whether she should actually tell her friend what happened or not.

            “Er, I’ll tell you tomorrow. I’m really tired. I’m going to get some sleep,” she lied as she began to make her way to her bedroom.

            “I’m going to crash on your couch tonight, is that okay with you?” Mattie asked as she summoned herself a pillow and blanket.

            “Make yourself at home,” laughed Ginny as she made her way into her bedroom and climbed into bed.

            “Look! There’s Cho! What should I do, Ron?” Ginny found herself looking sixteen yet again, and wandering around with Harry, Ron, and Hermione like a love stricken puppy.

            “Well, Well, Well. It’s the famous, oblivious Potter, and his dog,” he said, referring to Ginny. She grunted angrily, and Harry simply walked away in the direction of Cho, Ron and Hermione following close behind. “They ignore me every time!” he muttered to himself, turning to leave.

            “That’s because they have better things to do than sit around, insulting the likes of you, Malfoy,” Ginny added angrily as she, too, turned to leave.

            “Oh, and yet it seems as if you don’t. What? Sad that Harry still hasn’t noticed you?” Draco sneered.

            “This is just a dream. Actually, he DOES notice me, just after Hogwarts,” she informed him hotly.

            “Yea, I know that, but what I don’t know is why you chose him,” Draco muttered angrily to himself, and Ginny found herself drawing closer to him.

            “And why wouldn’t I choose him? He’s loving, charming, funny, sweet, and best of all? He’s kind!” she emphasized the last part, trying not to notice the pain that seemed to reside in Draco’s eyes. She was now so close to him that there heads were barely half a foot away from each other.

            “He may be all of those things you just listed, Ginny, but there is no way in HELL that he feels the same way about you that I do. He isn’t tearing up inside, killing himself, just hoping that you’d throw...” but he was cut off by Ginny’s sudden urge to place an innocent kiss on his mouth. He smirked. “What was that for?”

            “You. Now don’t make me regret the fact that I did it, either,” she laughed as she hit him playfully. She frowned suddenly as she listened to Harry ask Cho to the Yule Ball.

            “Sure Harry,” was her response. Ginny watched in disbelief as Cho batted her eyelashes flirtatiously in Harry’s direction.

            “Wait a second, that never happened!” Ginny cried indignantly. Standing up, she headed over to Cho and Harry. “Um, Cho? Excuse me, CHO?” she yelled, waving her hands frantically in front of her face. “That never happened! You’re not supposed to go at all!” Ginny tried to correct, but Cho didn’t seem to understand.

            “They wont listen to you. They never do. You’re the only one who’s actually ever talked to me in my dreams,” Draco informed her.

            “Well, duh, but that’s because this is MY dream, and you’re just a figment of my imagination!” Ginny cried, feeling slightly out of her mind.

            “So, where were we?” Draco asked, allowing his smirk to slide onto his face. She smiled back as he leaned her up against a desk and began to kiss her passionately, as they had done so many times before. So she wasn’t at all surprised that when he leaned her back down farther, she was no longer leaning against a desk, but instead she lay on top of the same green satin sheets from before.

            “I’ve been waiting so long to finally do this,” he whispered in her ear as he finished moving her shirt up over her head. Ginny let out a pleasured moan as he held her wrists together above her head with one of his hands and began to let his mouth wander down her body. His mouth stopped around her navel, where he swirled his tongue in circles around it, causing her to shiver and moan.

            “Oh..”

 

“Draco!” she awoke immediately and stared up into Mattie’s shocked eyes.

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            “Are you going to tell me what’s going on? If I remember correctly, the last time you woke up shouting our dear enemy’s name was back in Hogwarts!” Mattie shouted at Ginny.

            “I promise you it wasn’t Malfoy’s name I was calling out! It was –er– I was, speaking Latin in my dreams! –and– and I was being chased by a dragon!” she squirmed uncomfortably as she began to change into her work clothes.

            “Virginia Marie Weasley! You are a BAD liar!” Mattie scolded her friend as she moved over and began to help her lace up the back of her shirt. “And when were you planning on telling me about your –dreams– about a certain fair-haired Malfoy?” she asked.

            “Never. So, about those Chudley Cannon’s. I was thinking, you know, for your report? Well, I think you should go for an..”

            “Ginny Weasley! Don’t you change the subject on me now! I’m insulted! And how about Harry? How do you think he’s going to..”

            “Harry ISN’T GOING TO FIND OUT ABOUT THESE DREAMS, MATTIE!” yelled Ginny, ceasing the interruptions. “For the most part it’s because I can’t control my dreams, and the rest of it is because I love Draco! I mean Harry! Harry! I LOVE Harry!” she kept shouting, trying to keep the red off of her cheeks. Mattie began to laugh.

            “Maybe you should take the day off. Get your head in order,” she suggested. “I’ll apparate to work and tell Glory that you have been having sexual fantasies about her boyfriend and, who knows, maybe you’ll get fired?” Mattie teased.

            “You’d better leave the sexual fantasies part out! Just tell her that I got sick from eating shellfish last night or something,”Ginny added with an exasperated tone.

            “Alright. Will do, Mrs. Malfoy. Ouch! I meant Potter!” she corrected as she rubbed the spot where Ginny had pinched her, and with that Mattie disappeared. Sighing, Ginny finished getting dressed and took a seat in her livingroom.

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            “She’s really just taking a much deserved break. Especially since she had all of that shellfish last night,” Mattie lied to Glory as she arrived to work that morning. She had to fight back her giggle fit as Glory nodded her head in satisfaction and understanding.

            “Okay. Oh, and by the way, if Mr. Malfoy arrives today to speak with me, tell him, for lack of better terms, to go to hell,” and with that Glory left Mattie alone to laugh. It wasn’t even a half an hour later before her office began to buzz with people.

            “Parker,” she heard the cold voice mutter her name. It took every ounce of self-control that she had in her body to keep her from snorting with laughter.

            “Go to hell,” she replied, as her boss had asked her too, without even looking up into the arrogant Draco Malfoy’s grey eyes.

            “Unfortunately, Parker, that choice is not up to you,” Draco sneered, obviously thinking that he had the upper hand in the situation.

            “Oh, but Mr. Malfoy, I’d love for you to stay. However, it is my boss who has informed me that when you were to arrive, I must tell you to go to hell,” Draco scoffed at that.

            “You expect me to believe that Glory told you to inform me to leave?” he asked without saying the exact phrase as if he thought it wrong.

            “Well, you can go see for yourself, but I’d hate to see a dreamboat such as yourself come back broken,” Mattie answered, expecting him to believe her and leave. He, however, made his way back into Glory’s office. “This ought to be interesting,” she muttered to herself as she allowed her ears to perk up. Hey, she wasn’t a gossip columnist for nothing! She listened happily as the shouting and apparent object throwing came loudly from Glory’s office, and smiled innocently in an “I told you so” sort of way up at Draco as he retreated from her office. “Not too badly scarred I hope?”

            “As if you would care, Parker,” scowled Draco as he made his way over to her desk once again. 

            “Hey, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Next time, might I suggest that you listen to me when I say ‘keep your cute butt out of there’?” she mocked as she finished her latest article.

            “And might I suggest that you stop staring, Parker? It’s a bad habit,” it was at that moment that he seemed to realize that Ginny wasn’t in the office. “Where’s your little ‘sidekick’?”

            “She was having some rather –er– interesting dreams last night, so I told her to stay home,” Mattie informed him.

            “Oh, so you go to Ginny’s often, then?” Draco asked, suddenly becoming a bit less cruel than he had been a few minutes earlier.

            “Just about every night. Why?” she asked him as she eyed him skeptically. She wasn’t a trusting person, especially when it came to a Malfoy.

            “Nothing, just thinking about how horribly boring that must be for you. So, what do you say we go out to dinner tonight, around eight?” he offered suddenly, again taking a different personality.

            “That’d be lo– oh wait, I’m supposed to have dinner with Ginny tonight,” she started, but then looked up and smiled as he portrayed mock disappointment, “Unless you want to make it a double date?” she invited. His smirk faltered a bit.

            “Double date it is,” and with that, he disapparated.

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            “You did WHAT?” shouted Ginny as Mattie told her about her run in with Draco that afternoon.

            “Like I’ve told you five hundred times before; Malfoy asked me out, I obliged and invited you and Harry along with us!” Mattie replied as if it was the easiest thing to understand. 

            “You have no idea how much I hate you right now!” fumed Ginny as she fumbled with her couch pillow.

            “Yea, well hating me isn’t going to resolve the fact that you’re going to have to be sitting at a table with the love of your life and the star of your sexual fantasies!” she teased, winning herself a pillow being thrown in her direction.

            “Why Malfoy? You hate him! He’s done nothing but humiliate you for your entire life!” Ginny yelled. Mattie seemed to tense at this.

            “You know what, Gin? I don’t think that that has anything to do with why you are so upset over this. You want to know what I think it is?” her friend yelled back defensively.

            “Oh, and what would that be?” Ginny asked, pure disgust permeating her voice.

            “You are just jealous!” Mattie accused her, and at that moment Ginny lost her flow of words.