Draco Malfoy's head hit the desk with a thud.

Don't get him wrong. It wasn't that he hated Muggles (anymore). He just really, really didn't care about Muggle history. He didn't really care about Wizarding history, either, so it wasn't like he was being partial. History, in general, was the most boring subject he could imagine.

A loud sigh escaped his lips.

"Don't tell me that Draco Malfoy, king of Hogwarts in his own mind, is stumped by a little Muggle Studies homework?" questioned a voice, and the blonde looked up to see Ginny Weasel—Weasley—standing over him.

"Mandatory Muggle Studies is the stupidest idea anyone's ever had," he answers with a sigh, trying not to let his old grudges stand in the way of a civil conversation with her.

"It's so people like you get over old prejudices," she answered, sitting down—uninvited, he noted.

"Thanks for the support," he muttered.

"If you want, I can help," she offered. "I'm done with the essay already."

He considered this for a moment, but by the time he'd looked up again, she already had his essay in her hands.

"Do I get much of a choice?" he asked quietly, not expecting her to hear, but she shook her head. He sighed. "Alright then."

He tried to look bored and/or distracted while she silently corrected his paper, but he couldn't keep his eyes away from her. The way her red hair fell and created a shadow over her face was tantalizing; the way she kept looking up and meeting his eyes while he pretended not to care was breathtaking; the petite, tidy scribble of her quill on a piece of spare parchment, correcting him, was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. And he couldn't deny it.

"I'm done," she said, handing it back to him as he pretended to refocus. "It's not bad, really, you just need some more information. I added some notes for you," she said, pointing to her handwriting. "It'll be an E, at the very least."

"Thanks, Ginny," he said gratefully, beginning again, and she noted that he hadn't used her last name.

"You're welcome," she said quietly, beginning to walk away.

"Why did you help me?" he asked without looking up from his paper.

"Because," she answered with a small smile. "Even kings need help seeing the spots on the gems of their crowns."

Puzzled, he looked up, but she was already halfway out of the library. He looked down again.

The idea of a king wearing a crown began not in Wizarding culture, but in Muggle culture, beginning with the very first supposedly royal family wearing crowns of mud to the more elegant crowns of today, featuring gems and precious stones...

He smiled a bit and thought wildly that her hair would look very pretty if she was wearing a crown with sapphire gems.

A/N: The name comes from Switchfoot's "This Is Home." I'll be using this to post any D/G drabbles I come up with. This particular drabble is in response to Fire In The Whiskey's challenge, where my prompt was Draco Malfoy/gems.