Fragments

"What do you mean you think you dreamt this?" Malfoy sneered at her from under his breath. She looked over at him; he had gone a little paler than usual.

"Never mind," she hissed and turned towards the smiling, dread wearing Snape who had begun spinning giddily around, sending bubbles flying out in a circle. The rest of the class soon followed suit leaving Ginny and Malfoy standing in the middle of it all.

"Maybe someone cursed them," he said to her as he dodged out of the way of Pansy Parkinson who twirled towards him.

"With a bubble charm?" she asked doubtfully. "That still doesn't explain why we have classes at the same time."

"I don't know," he hissed back. "Let's just get out of here. All this spinning is making me feel sick."

"Typical Slytherin," she muttered and followed him towards the door. Just as he was reaching for the handle, the bell went off to end classes. Except, it wasn't the usual bell, it sounded more like someone cheering. The whole class stopped moving and instantly stampeded towards the door.

"Practice your bubble potions!" Snape called cheerfully as Ginny felt herself being shoved towards the door. At the frame her feet gave way beneath her and she felt herself begin to fall. 'Oh god,' she thought with dread, closing her eyes. 'I'm going to be trampled.'

Her worst thoughts were interrupted by Malfoy's cold laughter. It took her a moment to realize that no one was stepping on her. Opening her eyes she looked around to find herself on the now red carpeted floor of the hall. There was no one in sight except Malfoy.

"Where did everyone go?" she asked him, pulling herself up off the ground.

"Dunno," he said after regaining his composure. "They all just disappeared as they passed through the door."

She shook her head in disbelief and reached into her pocket for her wand to get the dirt off herself. Only, it wasn't there. 'This can't be happening,' she thought and began to frantically search her pockets.

"Weasley," Malfoy drawled as he lent against the wall. "What the hell are you doing?"

"My wand is gone!" she snapped and threw her bag off and began to search in there for it as well.

"Only a Weas-" he stopped suddenly and she looked up at him. He was patting himself and shoving his hands into all his pockets.

"What's wrong?" she asked in a childish voice. "Lost your wand too? I thought only a Weasleywas stupid enough to lose their wand. That is what you were going to say, wasn't it?"

"Shut up," he snapped. "I must have lost it when you pushed me down the stairs. Perfect."

"I wasn't the one who was insulting Peeves," she hissed. "It's all your fault you know. Nothing would have happened if you would have just left us alone." She sighed. "Are you sure you didn't leave it in your dorm or something stupid like that?"

"No," he said in disgust. He turned on his heel and began striding down the hall, deeper into the dungeons.

"Where are you going?" she called angrily.

"My common room," he sneered over his shoulder, not pausing in his trek.

"Why?"

"To get away from you.There is a limit to how much red headed stupidity I can take." He rounded the corner and disappeared from sight.

"Asshole," she hissed under her breath. She had never seen the Slytherin Common Room entrance and she wasn't exactly ecstatic to find out where it was. She was about to turn and head towards her own Common Room when she heard crazed laughter coming from the hall Malfoy had gone down. Sighing in her mind, she rounded the corner to see Malfoy laughing at a brick wall.

"If I have 'Red Headed stupidity,' then what are you having? A blonde moment? Or is it common for Slytherins to laugh at brick walls?" He continued to laugh and turned to face her.

"The Common Room's gone," he said, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder. "Figures though, doesn'tit?"

Ginny shrugged, turned and headed back the way she had come from. Things were just getting to weird around here.

"Where are you going?" he asked and strided to catch up with her.

"Gryfindor Common Room," she said simply.

"I can't go in there," Malfoyhissed.

"Why not?" she asked innocently. "I don't think anyone will notice you. I mean they don't usually anyways, right?"

~*~

To Ginny, it seemed like they had been walking for hours (though it had only been ten minutes). It seemed as though they were lost. Every time they turned a corner it looked just like the hall they had been down before. She had always been scared that she would get lost in the dungeons, though she had never said anything about it to anyone. And in some twisted way she was glad to have Malfoy's company, even if he was a complete ass.

"Are you sure you know where you're going?" she asked quietly as they turned another corner to discover a hall that looked exactly like the last.

"Of course I do," he sneered, but his voice seemed to lack its usual arrogance.

"Great," she sighed. "You've gotten us lost!" He simply glared at her and continued to walk. "Why don't we just go through one of these doors?" she asked, pointing to one of the multiple doors that seemed to line every hall they went down. "Cause it seems walking down multiple halls isn't helping much."

"Whatever," he sighed and stopped walking. "Which one? They all look the same."

"How about this one?" she asked and pointed to a door that was to the right of them. He shrugged and she reached forward and opened it. Inside it looked like another hall. Shrugging she walked through the thresholdfollowed closely by Malfoy. There was a flash of blinding light and when she opened her eyes again she found herself standing at a podium between Malfoy and a man with graying hair in a black suit.

They seemed to be on some sort of Mugglestage. There was a depressed looking man standing behind a large podium across from them and there was a large sign behind him that read: Jeopardy. She couldn't see past the stage though, there simply wasn't anything there.

"This can't be real," Ginny muttered.

"Where are we?" Malfoydemanded quietly.

"It's a fake game show from a television show called Saturday Night Live," Ginny whispered back in disbelief. "My friends are total muggle fanatics. We watched this over the summer every Saturday night."

"Welcome back, to Celebrity Jeopardy," the depressed looking man interrupted them in a game show voice. "I still can't figure out why you have returned," the man said and turned towards Malfoy. "Let's take a look at the scores. In second place we have Draco Malfoy, who has a disappointing -500 dollars."

"What the hell is going on?" Malfoy growled.

"Temper Mr. Malfoy," the man scolded in a skeptical voice then turned to Ginny. "In first place we have Ginny Weasley, who has an astonishing 15 dollars."

"Um... hi..." Ginny said nervously and waved her right hand a little. The man sighed slightly then turned his attention to the final contestant, the greying man in the black suit.

"And finally, in last place, we have Sean Connery, who has an intriguing -1,239,699 dollars. An all time low."

"So we meet again, Trebek," the man said with a heavy accent. "Never thought I'd see the day."

"Neither did I," the man named Trebek sighed miserably. "Now, let's take a look at the categories. Potent Potables.Animals that say "moo" (note, all of the animals are cows). What season is it? Magical Me. Colors that start with "yell". Where is Tom Riddle? And finally, Sweet or Sour."

Ginny felt someone grab her arm and turned to see Malfoy holding on firmly, his eyes slightly larger than usual. "Let's get out of here," he said quietly. Ginny nodded her head vigorously and they both turned away from their podiums and looked towards the large oak door from once they came.

"Ms. Weasley it's your tu-" the game show host stopped short. "And you're leaving. Perfect. What kind of game is this when there is only one contestant?! I QUIT!!"

"Let's hurry," Ginny whispered and both she and Malfoy quickened their steps away from the stage towards the exit, Malfoy still holding firmly onto her arm. They both pushed the door open and, with the same blinding flash of light they had seen before, found themselves back in the hall.

"Well that was... interesting," Ginny said slowly.

"Interesting?" Malfoydemanded. "You're dreams and memories have taken over Hogwarts and you think it's interesting?! You're even more daftthan I thought Weasley!"

"Stuff it!" Ginny snapped. "Maybe some of your dreams are around here too!"

"I doubt it," Malfoysnarled. "You just stop picking doors."

"Well fine then," Ginny said exasperatedly. "You pick a door then."

"I will," Malfoy said stubbornly and walked a short distance to the next door to the right. He opened it, glanced in, then slammed it shut, wide-eyed. "Nope. Not that one," he said in an unusually high pitched voice.

Ginny frowned and shoved him out of the way. She cautiously opened the door, peaked inside and gasped. There were thousands of white ferrets all bouncing around the room making odd squeaking noises. They suddenly all stopped moving and looked at her standing in the doorway with their black beady eyes. Somehow they seemed to grin, and then all at once, charged at the door as one huge mass.

Ginny let out an odd squeak of her own and slammed the door shut. She could hear the sound of thousands of ferrets slamming against the door and for a moment feared they might break it down.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Malfoy screamed, looking quite pale. "You almost let them out!"

Ginny shook her head and started down the hall. "I know. You almost had to have another family reunion. What hells of parties they must make." She heard Malfoy growl and then his footsteps told her he was following her.

"That wasn't one of mine," he said after a moment.

"No," she responded softly. "It was mine." She saw Malfoy shake his head in disgust but he remained silent. They continued to walk down the multiple, and might I add identical, halls.

'This place isn't that scary,' Ginny thought after a moment. 'I mean if all they have down here are smiling Snapes, SNL skits and bouncing ferrets then there isn't anything down here to be afraid of, now is there?' The two of them rounded yet another corner and they both stopped in surprise. Before them, were stairs.

"See," Malfoydrawled. "I knew where we were going all along."

"Right," she said sarcastically with a drawl of her own and went happily towards the stairs.

"What time is it?" she asked him as they entered the Main Entrance Hall.

"Can't afford a watch Weasley?" he sneered.

"Yes, I can," she hissed. "I broke mine yesterday. I haven't had a chance to get a new one."

"A likely story," he said and made a point of showing off his very expensive looking watch. 'He is such a spoiled brat,' Ginny thought in disgust. 'I wonder what he would be like if he never had any money. Nicer I bet.' "It's time for afternoon tea," he said.

"Well then, let's get some food," she said and headed towards the Great Hall. "I'm famished." She noticed that Malfoy didn't argue and continued on her way.

As they approached the doors Ginny began to hear something that sounded suspiciously like music. 'Muggle music.' In front of the door she paused and glanced at Malfoy who gave her a confused look. She shrugged at him and pushed the door open.

Loud, cheerful music assaulted her ears and she looked around wide eyed. The entire hall had been decorated in streamers and twinkling lights, and there was sparkly confetti raining down from the still gloomy looking sky.

Students were dancing on the table tops, the benches and the floor, all singing on the tops of their lungs. The oddest sight of all though, was Professor McGonagall in a red sequent cocktail dress that looked straight out of the thirties. She had her hair down in erotic waves and was dancing happily on top of the head table, an extremely rare smile on her face.

"Moola Moola Moola Moolaaaaaa!Everything is good and everybody's your friend!" The entire body of people sang.

"Jordy Birch?" Ginny muttered as she looked into the horrified eyes of DracoMalfoy. "Crazy!"

~*~