Only In Your Dreams

            “Again, I am so sorry for asking you to do this for me at the last minute, Harry, but I didn't know that even I'd have to suffer through this,” Ginny thanked as Harry arrived at her house that night.

            “Don't worry about it, Gin,” he said as he locked her into a sweet embrace. “Now, any idea's where we're going this evening?” he asked.

            “That's where I come in,” Mattie said, startling the two as she apparated into Ginny's livingroom. “Gin, I suggested to Malfoy that we eat here, at your place,” Ginny scoffed as she noticed Mattie's eyes were gleaming mischievously.

            “You didn't,” she groaned as she unconsciously gripped onto Harry's arm. Mattie simply nodded. “Could I hate you more?”

            “Now what on earth would possess you to hate me?” Mattie asked with mock outrage. “Oh wait, I know...Could it possibly have anything to do with those nau– ”

             “Okay, who's ready to help me set up for our unwanted guest?” Ginny asked suddenly, averting Harry's attention from Mattie's sudden slip and to herself.

            “You mean, we actually have to make things look nice for that scum?!” Harry shouted acrimoniously, causing Ginny laugh suddenly. 

            “There will be no bashing of my date in this house on this night!” Mattie said suddenly, cheeks tinging pink.

            “As if you cared in the first place,” Ginny laughed as she began to pick up her now cluttered livingroom. “Any idea what we're supposed to serve ‘his royal highness'?”

            “ONLY the best,” Harry added, in his best Malfoy-like voice, causing even Mattie to laugh.

            “Shall I kiss your feet while I'm at it?” Ginny asked dramatically, adding the aura of helplessness to add to the effect.

            “Oh? Please do..” he begged, causing Mattie to buckle over on the couch with laughter.

            “Okay, okay! That's enough fun, now we really do need to get ready for Mr. Malfoy,” Mattie pleaded, as if she thought that they would actually be able to impress their guest.

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            “The place looks wonderful!” Mattie exclaimed as she watched Ginny and Harry finish up their hard work.

            “Oh, thank you! And thanks so much for helping us!” Ginny replied sarcastically as she wrapped an arm around Harry's neck.

            “Hey, I'm the one bringing the guest of honor here on this lovely night, so watch it!” warned Mattie.

            “Right. Well, I guess we're ready. Dinner's almost done anyway. You might as well go and get him now,” Ginny sighed as she plopped down at the kitchen table for a rest. With a slight ‘popping' noise, Mattie had disappeared.

            “So, I never thought it'd be so soon before we had our second date,” laughed Harry as he, too, plopped down in a chair. He said it! It was a date! She found herself thinking.

            “Yea, and I never expected to have Malfoy attending it, either,” she complained as she smiled at Harry.

            “Well, maybe it wont be all that bad.. I mean, er..” he said, a light blush creeping into his cheeks. Ginny smiled as she scooted in and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. She went to pull away, but she felt Harry's hand wrap around the back of her neck, so she stayed in place and lengthened the kiss. She felt his tongue moving into her mouth, and she pressed her own against his as if they were waging a battle. She felt his free hand move from her waist to underneath her shirt, causing her to gasp into his mouth. His hand roamed upward.

            “That's twice now, isn't it?” Ginny could almost feel the sneer that Draco was giving her through her back as she turned to face the returning Mattie and Draco. Harry slipped his hand out from Ginny's shirt, and they both began to blush.

            “Er, Mattie, Show Draco and Harry to their seats at the table while I go and check on dinner, will you?” she asked, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Entering the kitchen, she grabbed onto the steaming hot plates and the silverware and went to set them in front of each person, noticing that Mattie had left her to be stuck sitting between Draco and Harry.

            “Here, Ginny, let me help you with the food,” Mattie offered sincerely as she made her way back into the kitchen with Ginny.

            “What are you doing, really, Mattie?” Ginny asked her suspiciously a she grabbed the roasted turkey that she had prepared as best she could. Luckily her mother was an exquisite cook, and Ginny had adopted the talent.

            “I don't know what you are talking about, Ginny. I really like Draco, I thought you knew that?” she asked as she grabbed the steamed vegetables and rice. Ginny shook her head at her friend as she made her way back into the dining room and set the turkey on the table.

            “No! You CAN'T like him! He's..he's so...grotesque!” she whispered loudly as she grabbed the bottle of wine that she had gotten for this occasion, and grabbed four wine glasses.

            “No he is not! He's incredibly . . . sexy,” Mattie corrected as she grabbed the salad bowl, and the made their way back into the other room and took their seats.

            “I'm not sure if you've ever heard of this before, Dra –er– Malfoy, but you're going to have to serve yourself, because we aren't going to,” she said, her gaze locked on Mattie's in a forbidding sort of way. She did, however, pour the wine into each of the glasses before she set it out on the table.

            “–Er– Want me to cut the turkey?” Harry offered suddenly, as he noticed nobody else was reaching out to do it. Ginny simply nodded as she took another large gulp of wine. Harry began to idly slice the turkey.

            “Here, Potter, you're doing it wrong!” Draco spat out as he stood up from the table and reached a hand out to take the cutting utensil from Harry.

            “Fine, if you think you can do any better, be my guest,” Harry said as he willingly handed over the knives to him. Ginny watched, either from complete surprise or utter amazement she did not know, as Draco cut through the meat like someone would a hot knife through butter.

            “Wow. You mean, you can actually cut meat? I'm surprised,” Ginny mocked with a big grin on her face. Harry looked at her strangely and took her glass of wine from her.

            “I think you've had enough of this, Gin,” he scolded as he moved to the kitchen and replaced it with water.

            “Are you her boyfriend, Potter, or her father?” Draco added icily as he finished cutting the meat and gave everyone a few slices. He took his seat again.

            “You know, he has a point, Harry,” laughed Ginny as she grabbed his wine glass and took another sip of it.

            “You're not helping, Gin,” Harry whispered to her. It looked as if it was taking every ounce of self control in his body to keep him from lunging at Draco. He took his own wine glass into the kitchen and replaced it with water, too, to keep Ginny from drinking anymore.

            “Phh. You're no fun!” Ginny laughed as she began to eat her food. “You guys know how long it took this lug here to notice me? Almost nine years! How ignorant can one be?” even Mattie seemed to be having a hard time not laughing at this, though Draco had no problem at all. What came next came as a big surprise to everyone at the table. “Do you mind?” she asked Draco as she took his wine glass from him and began to drink from it. Harry looked into Mattie's eyes pleadingly.

            “Alright, I think it's time that we get rid of all of the alcoholic beverages at this table,” she chimed in as she grabbed her own and Draco's glasses, as well as the wine bottle, and took them into the kitchen. At that moment things seemed to have calmed down.

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            “Er, Gin, I'm going to use your bathroom,” Harry told her as he excused himself from the table.

            “Yeah, and I'll go and start cleaning up the dishes. Draco?” Mattie asked, waiting to see if he wanted to come and help her.

            “What? Oh. Sure. I'll be there in just a second,” he replied, keeping his icy gaze connected to Ginny's.

            “Gosh, I didn't realize what a messy eater I was,” she laughed as she looked at her fingers. They were covered in the marinade that she had used for the turkey. “I'm going to go wash my hands,” she stated, getting up from the table. Draco's hand grabbed onto her own, sending an icy chill up her spine.

            “Here, let me help you,” he said, smirking up at her. He took one of her fingers, held it up to his mouth and proceeded to lick the marinade off of it. She closed her eyes as she sat back down in the chair. He put her hands down and leaned in to kiss her.

            “What in Merlin's name is going on here?” Harry asked as he made his way back into the kitchen.

            “Ginny, are you awake? Potter, maybe you shouldn't let your girlfriend drink so much, it seemed as if she had fainted,” he scowled, and with that he retreated back   into the kitchen to begin helping Mattie with the dishes.

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            “I am glad that is over,” Ginny said as she plopped down on the couch with Harry, their guests having just departed.

            “Really? Not me. I can't wait until the next one!” Harry said with mock excitement. Ginny laughed. “Well, I guess I'd better be leaving now,” Harry replied as he moved to get off of the couch. Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck.

            “You sure?” she asked, leaning in the finish the kiss that was started before dinner had begun, but Harry, reluctant as he was, pulled away.

            “Yea, Ginny, I'm sure. I'm not sure if you'd noticed or not, but you're a bit tipsy, and I don't want you to do something you will regret in the morning. Night Gin,” he answered, placing a wholesome kiss on her lips.

            “Alright, but I'll be dreaming of you,” Ginny replied in a disappointed tone as she watched him disapparate from her livingroom. I'll be dreaming of you...; her response rang in her ears.

Chapter 4: Upon Realizing

            “So, when's the wedding?” Ginny asked Hermione as they sat down in front of Florentine Fortesque's shop and grabbed some ice cream.

            “We –er– haven't chosen a date yet, Gin,” was Hermione's reply. Ginny crossed her arms in front of her chest and smiled innocently at her.

            “You break my brother's heart and you can rest assured that you'll never work in the Wizarding World again,” she threatened in a cheerful voice. Hermione began to laugh at this. “I wasn't joking, Hermione,” she added icily.

            “Oh, so the famous Weasley over-protection gene flows through the youngest of them all, does it?” Hermione asked as she looked at her watch. “Oh, gee Gin, I've got to go! See you again sometime,” Hermione added before disapparating.

            “Hope I didn't scare her off,” she said to herself sarcastically as she paid for their ice cream and disapparated on her own.

            “Why Ginny, darling! It's so nice to see you! Ron'll be glad to know you're here!” Mrs. Weasley greeted her daughter with a hug and a kiss.

            “Oh? He's here? –Er– Hermione wouldn't happen to be with him, would she?” Ginny asked as she bit into her lower lip rather guiltily.

            “She just left, dear. Why do you ask?” her mother prodded. Ginny was sure that her mother had already known, judging by the look in her eyes.

            “It's nothing, mother. Where is Ron? His old room?”she asked as she made her way up the stairs towards her brother's room. Opening the door, she was greeted by a rather angry looking Ron. “Hullo, sunshine,” she smiled uncertainly.

            “You threatened Hermione?” was all that Ron managed to choke out. It was obvious that he was frustrated with her.

            “I– I did it out of my love and concern for you! I mean it's not like she's ever going to give me a reason to follow through with my threat, especially now,” she added, balling her fists as she thought about how Hermione could treat her brother wrong.

            “Gin! I can look out for myself, thanks! I don't need you threatening my bride-to-be into staying with me! Bloody hell!” he shouted at her.

            “Fine, okay, but if she does ever break your heart, I'm going to ruin her life,” and, without staying to hear what her brother had to say about that, she turned on her heal and walked back down the stairs.

            “So, I hear you've been seeing a certain Boy-Who-Lived,” her mother teased, causing Ginny to blush crimson.

            “Er, you could say that. We had two dates last weekend...Haven't really had time to talk to him since. Work, you know?” she replied casually to her mother.

            “Well, I hope you keep your clutches on that one. Good boy, he is,” her mother lectured. Ginny inched to the kitchen in search of food.

            “Mum, can you make me some...”

            “Make it yourself! You're nineteen and living on your own now, Ginny,” her mother ordered her. She sighed.

            “Fine. I guess I might as well go home, then. Bye mum, love you! Give Dad my love! And the boys!” she called right before she disapparated.

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