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Do you remember when we were happy
Such innocence, such joy that we would share
Do you remember what happened then?
Such a loss and waste of life, just for love
So you must know why I must do I what I did
I did it for you, so we shall both overcome
And live our lives apart, for our love is accursed
Terrible dreams, heart-wrenching dreams... Dreams of a long forgotten past, dreams of a love whose face now forgotten. A never ending nightmare of emotions I have never experienced before. Hate. Love. Sorrow. Fear. What was the meaning of these dreams that haunted me at night? I lay my head on the pillow, praying for the terrifying dreams to end, yet it never does. I am stuck with these dreams, until I find the meaning behind them. Surely there is a meaning, otherwise how could my brain make up such horrid sights of death and betrayal? I will find the source and bring these dreams to an end. I yearn for the time when my heart is at peace again.
I closed my eyelids, and as I did so, the man in my dreams appeared. He extended him hand towards me, and I cautiously accepted. I was pulled from our black nothingness and soon found myself at a magnificent ball.
Elegant looking people adorned with masks drifted across the ballroom, intimidating me of their wealthy position. Ashamed of my financial status, I looked down and gasped. Instead of the usual hand-me-down pajamas, I wore a very beautiful emerald gown with gold trim at the hem. The man before me laughed at my surprised face and whispered into my ear,
"A dance my Princess."
I nodded, still bewildered at what just happened. This was all new to me, yet had a tinge of familiarity that I could not place. I knew this was a dream but my heart told me otherwise.
"I am lost, Love." he said to me sadly. "I’m lost within the darkness." He kissed my cheek softly and continued, "Free me from my cold bonds. If you really love me, you’ll free me. But do not love me back, my Darling. Never love me..."
Not love him? But how could I not? I was sure he was my soul mate. It wouldn’t be fair if he loved me yet I couldn’t love him. And didn’t he just contradict himself? If I love him I will free him but don’t love him back. It didn’t make sense...
I belittled my mind. What was I thinking? What was all this talk about love? This is a dream. All in my imagination. Dreams never made sense.
As soon as I broke apart from my roll as the rich woman dancing with the masked man, it all disappeared and I bolted up in my bed.
"It was just a dream." I sighed.
I should’ve been happy that the dream was over, yet I wasn’t. The man’s words repeated over and over again until I couldn’t bare it any longer.
"I’m lost within the darkness."
His voice sounded so helpless, like a child gone astray. I needed to help him but how was I to help a fictional character from a dream?
Someone knocked on the door, alerting the rest of the girls that it was time to get up. I changed within the confinement of my bed, the lush red hangings blocking all rays of light from penetrating my rather dark space.
"You better get up Ginny, we have Potions right after breakfast." warned her room-mate, Olivia Summers.
"Okay." was my muffled reply as I slipped into my robes and pushed back the velvety hangings. Squinting at the sudden brightness of the room, I wobbled towards the door and into the Commons.
Hermione stood in the middle of the Common Room, foot tapping impatiently as she waited for someone. That someone turned out to be me.
"There you are Ginny! What took you so long? We have to go to a Prefects meeting now." The older girl grabbed my arm and led the way towards the meeting room. There, I was greeted with all the prefects from the other houses and the Head Boy himself, Draco Malfoy.
"What took you so long Granger? Why do I have the feeling that a certain mudblood isn’t taking her duties as Head Girl seriously?"
Hermione ignored him as she sat at the other end of the table with Malfoy across from her. She looked at him with great distaste and soon, her eyes roamed across every single face in the room. She rapidly reached me and winked at me. I knew her secret, just as so many others had guessed.
"The Head Boy and Girl are at it again. When will he just ask her out already?"
"They would make such an adorable couple!"
"If Granger doesn’t want him, I’ll have him!" giggled a 7th Year Hufflepuff.
"As if he would go out with a dunderhead like you." I hissed quietly to myself. Draco Malfoy was unofficially Hermione’s. The only people who didn’t seem to understand this was Draco Malfoy himself and Pansy Parkinson. Then again, Pansy never did notice the lusting glances from the famous Harry Potter.
I pushed all thoughts of Harry and focused on the task at hand. I heard snippets of some sort of ball. I thought back to my strange dream. I tried to picture the man again. His face was hidden behind a half black, half white mask. Closing my eyes, the fuzzy picture became startling clear and was face to face with a blond haired man with the most piercing gray eyes I‘ve ever seen.
"Free me..." he mouthed to me, just before he placed his warm lips over mine.
My eyes shot open and screamed as I saw a blond haired, silver eyed, young man before me. The transition from the man from my dream and the one now hardly had any differences, except for the warm look in the gray eyes and the more mature face from the man in my dreams.
The young man in reality turned out to be Draco Malfoy. My cheeks turned bright red, just like my fiery red hair. He looked at me coldly with a hint of concern.
"What’s wrong with you Weasley? Maybe you should see Madam Pomfrey."
"No, I’m fine." I quickly replied.
It was daytime, no sight of the moon, and yet I still couldn’t get that nagging dream out of my head.
Draco eyed me warily, "What did you mean by ‘free me‘, Weasley?"
He heard me say that?! Thinking up an excuse, I suddenly yelled at him, "None of your bloody business, Malfoy!"
He shrugged and went back to his seat. Hermione glanced at me worriedly but I ignored it. I needed to talk to somebody and quick. Hermione wouldn’t be able to since she didn’t believe in ‘that silly nonsense’ and Ron always agreed with Hermione...
The sound of chairs scrapping against the wooden floor alerted me that the meeting was over. I grabbed my worn out bag and made my way towards the door until a cold hand clasped onto my shoulder. Shuddering, I turned around quickly to see Draco once more.
I glared at him with annoyance, "What is it Malfoy?"
He sighed uneasily as he ran his pale hand through his blond locks, "Weasley, I’ve been noticing how you always seem to, well, not be here most of the time." he stumbled on, "What I mean is, is that your mind is always someplace else. I’m not a professional at these sort of things but I think you need help. When I heard you whisper "free me", it seemed as if I needed to help you. I think your subconscious is calling out for help and I‘m willing to do it." His eyes were everywhere but at me.
I reflected on his proposition. It was true I was looking for help but not because of my daydreaming ness. Maybe if I went along with his plans to help, I could somehow gain his trust and tell him about my dreams. My dreams that are sweet as honey, yet sting like a bee.
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