A/N: This is a collection of one-shots, drabbles, vignettes, etc. that all revolve around Draco and Ginny. There is no on-going story; each can stand alone, but none are long enough to be on their own. Please, do not tell me that they don't make sense when read in order. I am aware, and it is intentional!

All of these were written in response to the "Your Favorite Couple Scenarios" challenge on the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges Forum.

This particular story is also my response to the 3AM challenge on the same forum.

He watched as she slept, a ghost of a smile quirked on his lips. It had always amazed him that she could evoke such emotions in him, a man who had always prided himself on his ability to stay neutral and expressionless. In her presence, he could often not help but to allow her to penetrate his cold persona. It was hard to not show his happiness and anger; often they were shown at once. She hit him at his center, making him feel things he never thought possible.

She shifted in her sleep – her red hair fanned over her pillow and a peaceful appearance crossed over her face. He could tell she was dreaming about him; she subconsciously snuggled against him more closely, pressing her slender body more tightly against his lithe form. He couldn't help but smile at her ever present desire to be close to him.

Unable to resist her, though knowing how lightly she slept, he gently ran a soft hand down her freckled cheek.

She woke almost instantly, and a yawn escaped her lips as her eyes fluttered open. "What time is it?" she asked tiredly.

"It's late." He struggled to keep his voice even, despite the overwhelming desire he had to do otherwise. "You should go back to sleep, Gin."

"Don't want to," she responded, sitting up to look at him properly. "Why are you up, Draco?"

He shrugged. "Couldn't sleep."

She smiled slyly, moving closer to him and gently nibbling on his earlobe. "I could tire you out, if you want," she said, running her hands over his chest suggestively. At his lack of reaction to her ministrations, she stiffened and moved away from him slightly. "What's wrong?"

"I can't stay with you," he answered softly, his words almost inaudible. He wouldn't lift his eyes to match hers. "I don't love you, Ginny."

Ginny glanced to the nightstand on her left, eyeing the clock with annoyance. "Bloody hell, Draco. Do you really think that three in the morning is the appropriate time to discuss this?"

"No, I don't," he said pointedly. "As I recall, I told you to go back to sleep."

"So you did. Fine. We can discuss this during daylight hours then." She turned on her side, purposefully dragging the duvet away from Draco in the process.

"Could you be less mature?"

"Probably not."

Draco rolled his eyes at her childishness. Perhaps he had gone about ending their relationship improperly, but there was no reason for her to act like a brat. In response, he pulled at the duvet and threw it off the bed completely. "I can be equally as annoying as you, you know."

Ginny sat up again. "You're a right git, aren't you? First, you wake me up to tell me to go back to sleep. Then, when I won't go back to sleep, you decide you're going to break up with me. And now, when I actually do want to go to sleep, you steal the sodding covers!" She punched him in the arm. "Fine, leave me. Good bloody riddance to you and your mood swings. God, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were the woman in this blasted relationship. Goodnight, arsehole!" She returned to lying down on her side, coverless.

The blond turned, facing the other direction, also coverless.

Several minutes passed between them. Neither of them fell asleep, neither of them spoke. However, at the end of the long stretch of silence, each of them burst into peals of laughter of the side-splitting variety. The absurdity of the way that they had both acted rang out, loud and clear. Both of them felt rather stupid.

The redhead turned to face Draco, scooting closer to him and then proceeding to nuzzle her head in the crook of his neck. "So, what's really bothering you?" she asked sympathetically, rubbing his arm soothingly.

"I don't know," he responded truthfully, placing a protective arm around her middle. "I just hate how vulnerable you make me, Gin. It's emasculating, is what it is."

She looked up at him, her eyes tender and honest. "If you think I'm going to leave you, then I have been doing something very wrong." She smiled. "Remember that I love you. Always."

He couldn't help but allow himself to smile as she drifted back to sleep. This wasn't an unusual occurrence. They always fought, and the moral of the story was always the same. He loved her so much that it scared him, so much that it hurt. But at the same time, the thought of losing her was like losing a limb. He couldn't bear it.

After he was certain that she had fallen back to sleep completely, he whispered, "I love you, too." One day, he would tell her when she was awake.