Full of Grace

Dream of Me

Ginny Weasley took the steps from the Gryffindor common room to her dorm. Her room mates were talking and laughing with some boys from their year by the fire. Ginny didn't feel like talking, not that they would accept her. She was Ginny Weasley, the last of the Weasley's, Tom Riddle's bitch. The kids in her year didn't understand her, a few thought it was neat that she was a part of "The Famous Weasley's", some tried to talk to her just because she was rescued by Harry Potter in her first year. But they never wanted to get to know her. They never wanted to see who the girl was behind the firey hair, and the freckles... and so she resorted to sleeping, and dreaming of him. Hoping one day he'll see how much she loved him.

Let me sleep

For when I sleep

I dream that you are here, you're mine

She entered the dorm and looked around, her room mates beds were messy, sheets were crumpled in their haste to get to the great hall for breakfast. They had posters on their side of the room, silly images of teen wizards. Ginny sat on her bed and reached into her dresser, pulling out a picture of a quidditch match that she had taken the year before. Harry and Malfoy were reaching for the snitch at the same time. She had borrowed Colin Creevy's muggle camera so the characters in the picture did not move but she knew how it would turn out. Harry would grab the snitch a milisecond before Malfoy would, leaving the Slytherin to sulk and pout. She traced a finger along his face and smiled softly. She sighed as only a teenager could do and fell back onto her pillow, clutching the photo to her and closing her eyes.

And all my fears are left behind

I float, on air

The nightingale sings gentle lullabies

So let me close my eyes

Slipping into a deep slumber, she dreamt.

And sleep, perchance, to dream

The dream was the same every night, He had just saved her from Tom Riddle. Except instead of being little, freckle-faced Ginny, she was everything that he would want. He held her to him as they stepped out of the Chamber. Turning to her, he whispered her name and she leaned into him... right before he was to kiss her, the dream changed.

So I can see the face I long to touch, to kiss

It was her second year, she was walking down the hall with her head bent when she bumped into someone. She looked up and there he was, smiling softly down on her. A choir sang out and trumpets blared as something flashed in his eyes and he grabbed her to him, bringing his lips down to hers...

But only dreams can bring me this

The dream changed once again, he had won the Triwizard cup, and held it in the air. He was the champion. When the reporters asked how he had done it he just winked down at her and grabbed her hand for a kiss. When that wasn't enough he pulled her to him and smiled down at her in the way that only he could. He framed her face with his hands but she kept her eyes open, she wanted to see his eyes change color as they did when he kissed her. Right as their lips touched... she woke up.

So let the moon

Shine softly on the boy I long to see

And maybe when he dreams

He'll dream of me.

Ginny Weasley, youngest child of the Weasley clan, and Gryffindor 5th year cursed in a way that Fred and George would be proud of. It always ended the same way, their lips just touching and then she woke up... it wasn't fair! She had wanted him, loved him for so long. It was about time she got what she wanted.

I'll hide beneath the clouds

That whisper to the evening stars

They tell me love, is just a dream away

But instead of going after him, instead of telling him what she felt for him, she waited... and she dreamed.

Dream away

I'll dream away

She walked to her window and looked up at the moon, she had a feeling that he was looking at it too... that gave her some comfort, knowing that he was looking at the same thing she was... hoping he felt the same things she was feeling.

So let the moon

Shine softly on the boy I long to see

And maybe when he dreams

Maybe he dreamed of her too, strange dreams that filled him with longing and hope. That was what she clung to, night after night... that maybe he felt the same way. She looked into the night and whispered his name.

He'll dream of me

"Draco"

Oh, dream of me