Misusing My Life

A soft chocolate froze immediately at a grey stare. His fingers moved slowly through her hair, nails scraping along the girl's scalp.
"Ginevra..." he breathed the name softly and let his lips curve into a small smile. He leaned down over her petite frame, lips coming closer to hers...

"Oh bloody hell," she whispered and sat up, a hand running twice over her pale face. This was the fifth dream she had. Who was that man?! Why..why couldn't she kiss him before she awoke.
These dreams were getting increasingly annoying. Every night, every single night, Ginevra Weasley dreampt of the stranger with lovely grey eyes.

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He bolted up, sweat pouring from his face and soaking his nightshirt. Pushing back his duvet, Draco Malfoy stood and stretched. Every girl dreamed of being his girlfriend but why would he dream of wanting only that blood traitor?!
She was a Weasley for god's sake! A filthy, mudblood loving rodent.
He gave a bitter laugh.
"Just think, Draco. A ferret and weasel. What a lovely rodent pair!" His guffaws awoke Blaise who had promptly thrown a shoe at Draco.
"Oy! Go back to bed you bugger! You're too loud." Shaking his head and rubbing his backside where the shoe had hit him, Draco made his way out of the dormitory.

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She tickled the pear. Giggling, the door opened and revealed a busy kitchen. Dobby ran up to Ginny with a smile on his face.
"Miss Weezy! Miss Weezy, what can Dobby do for you?"
"A cup of tea, please Dobby."
Ginevra sat down on a wooden chair and smiled to herself. Her nightly visits went unnoticed by her git of a brother but never by Dobby. It seemed that Dobby, a house elf, was the only friend.
He offered her advice and he made her want the innocence she once knew. Before that night in the Chamber of Secrets...

"Ginevra! So glad you could make it!" Tom's soft eyes glanced down at the eleven year old.
"T-Tom, I think...I think it's time you stop. Please. I hate not knowing anything..Please!" The tears ran down her dirty face and her body was stiff from the climb down.
"Oh Ginevra, sweet, innocent Ginevra. I won't stop!"
The next thing Ginny knew, Harry Potter was standing over her, pleading for her to awaken...

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"Weasley!" No answer. "Weasleeeeey!" Again, no answer. "WEASLE PRAT!"

Ginny jumped quickly and searched around her. She locked onto a pair of similar grey eyes.
"M-Malfoy..?!"
"The one and only..."
"You're...you're.."
"I'm..I'm!" he mimicked a high-pitched voice.

Her cheeks began to flame a dark red, the colour of her hair. Standing abruptly, Ginny's eyes adverted to the ground. Shoving past Malfoy, she stalked out of the kitchen and ran up to her dormitory.

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Draco sat down, eyes hard.
"Dobby! A cup of tea, now!"
"Yes Master Malfoy. Dobby hurry now."
Within a minute, Dobby returned with a cup full of tea, the china shaking. Setting the tea on the table, he offered a smile and bow before scurrying away.
It was going to be a long night.

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"So, Gin! How are you?" She suppressed an eye roll and reached for a piece of toast. Biting into the warm bread, Ginny replied with a "gub 'oo?"
Hermione cringed at the lack of manners and gave a forced smile.
"I'm smashing! Your brother asked me to the dance!"
Ginny was chewing absentmindedly and as the thought registered in her mind thirty seconds later, she began to hack and spray bits of bread all over. Hermione grimaced and pushed away her spit-laden oatmeal.
"He-he asked you?!"
Blushing furiously, Hermione could only nod.
"Congradulations!"
"Thanks, Gin! I've got to run, I'll see you in potions?"
"Mhm. See you later, 'Mione."

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Draco watched the Weasle brat's manners with disgust. The toast flew everywhere and she even snorted. How unladylike!
Shaking his head, he picked his bookbag up and wandered off to endure the two hours of Double Potions. Oh joy.
He meandered down the corridor, lips tight and body rigid.
"DRAKEY-POO!" Oh for the love of Merlin! He could hear the cow's footsteps as she ran and imagined her bouncing out of her too-small shirt.
Thinking quickly, Draco grabbed for the nearest person and smashed his lips to theirs. The person struggled and gave in, pressing against Draco's body with a moan. He breathed in the sweet scent of cinnamon and cologne?
He drew back only to sputter and spit on the ground.
"Jesus Christ, Potter! What the fuck?!"
Pansy was now next to Draco, her eyes wide and her cow-mouth open in suprise.
"D-draco..."
Blaise had seen the whole ordeal and proceeded to fall to the ground, mouth agape as he weezed for air. Peeves cackled madly.
"Potty and Mal-fuck sitting in a tree, tongue to tongue on 1-2-3!"
He zoomed off, cackling to himself.

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Ginny was stuck in her tracks. The love..he..they..Gay?! Harry Potter. Harry had kissed Draco. Draco had kissed Harry.
The tears blinded her eyes as she backed away, shaking her head.
Ginevra ran and heard it again; that insane, smooth cackle that belonged to Tom.