"How are you feeling?" a soft voice asked me, but, as I tried to respond, all that came out was a rasp. It was embarrassing, to say the least, because this was not me. I was strong. I was invincible. People feared to speak my name in case of a strong bat-boogie curse coming their way. I, Ginny Weasley, was not the type to be seen laying on her back while someone else looked after her.

With this thought, I sat up quickly and looked at the person that had spoken. There, in all his glory, sat the infamous Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin sex god. While it had only been three years since we went to school together, Malfoy had obviously matured in looks, his face now broader and stubble covered his chin. His hair was as shiny and stylish as ever and his body was well muscled. He looked good, but there was no way I was ever going to admit in out loud.

"Malfoy?" I was confused. What was a doing laying in bed while he hovered over me? My mind automatically jumped to several conclusions, each as impossible as the last, but I finally settled on asking him.

"What am I doing here? And where is here?" I whispered, my voice still not strong enough. I shuddered at the sound of my weakness. Malfoy frowned down at me.

"I was hoping you would be able to tell me," his voice was extremely confused and almost worried as he sat down beside me on the bed. "You arrived, drunk as hell, on my door step last night, just before you passed out. Why did you drink so much, Weasley? You were mumbling something about men. . ." Malfoy's voice faded off as realization dawned on my face. I remembered now.

I was happy. Extremely happy, I mean, who wouldn't be if their long time boyfriend had just proposed. Walking around the side of the small house that was mine and Harry's, I quietly snuck in the backdoor of my house. Luna Lovegood, both my best friend and boss, had given me the day off after hearing the news and I had decided to surprise Harry. Walking through the kitchen and lounge as silently as I could, I tip-toed to the bedroom, where I could hear slight noises coming from.

Opening the door with a wide smile, I suddenly jerked myself out of the room again and squeezed my eyes shut, my smile long gone. There in my bed, under my comforter, with my fiancée was Cho Chang, Harry's ex girlfriend. And what they were doing together . . .

Summoning up all my Gryffindor bravery, I stormed into the room. I won't go into detail, to save myself the embarrassment of my unruly actions, but the argument ended with Cho out the door, stark naked and shivering for all the public to see, Harry with a black eye and almost just as naked and viewable and me with a large, rueful smirk worthy of a Slytherin.

So me being the sensible person that I was, had wasted the rest of the day at a bar with sixteen bottles of Firewhiskey as my friend.

Sighing, I wiped a tear away with the back of my hand, hoping Malfoy hadn't noticed. Unfortunately he did, and slowly, as if scared of my reaction, he put a comforting arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him. Instead of pushing away from him as I should have, I curled my fists around his shirt and sobbed into his chest, using his as a vent as I retold my story. After an hour of sobbing I finally fell quiet, but didn't let Malfoy go. A few minutes into the silence, he started to sing quietly, a song my mother use to sing me to get to sleep. I was surprised he knew it, as it was a muggle lullaby.

Sleep, baby, sleep,
Your daddy's away,
Sleep, baby, sleep,
And mommy will pray,
Pray for your daddy
Who sails on the sea,
Pray while I'm rocking
His babe on my knee;
May breezes blow gently
Where're he may be,
And blow him home safely
To you and to me;
Safely, safely,
To you and to me,
To you and to me.

Sleep, baby, sleep,
Your daddy's away,
Sleep, baby, sleep,
And mommy will pray,
Pray all the night
Through the sea's sullen roar,
Pray while I'm watching
And weeping so sore;
But there's daddy's voice
Coming up from the shore,
And now you and I
Are weeping no more,
Now you and I
Are weeping no more,
Are weeping no more.

The sound of his musical voice and the warmth of his body finally pushed me to the limits and lulled me softly to sleep.

*******

Bright light shined suddenly into my eyes, causing me to sit up in a hurry and promptly fall out of bed in a tangle of sheets. I groaned as a familiar laugh echoed around the room.

"Rise and shine Darling, we have work!" Malfoy's spoke from above me and I looked up to see his signature smirk plastered on his face.

"Sod off," I grumbled, lying my head down on the soft carpet. But Malfoy, being the jerk he was, grabbed my hand and jolted me off the floor, right into his chest. I glared up at him in annoyance before it turned to frustration.

"And what exactly do you expect me to wear to work this morning?" I asked him, looking down at my tattered and un-ironed attire, which consisted of worn jeans and a casual grey singlet shirt. "I certainly cannot go in this."

Malfoy smirked and waved his wand to the side. "This is what you will wear. See, I've devised a plan, a really simple one really; all we have to do is make Potter regret choosing Cho over you."

At his words, I looked over at the outfit he had picked out for me and my lips pulled into a smirk. Floating beside us was a white blouse and a short, high waisted skirt; completely different to anything I would normally wear to work.

My smile- or smirk rather- dropped as another thought hit me. "But. . . Where am I going to stay? Harry has the house." my voice was soft and I looked down as I said it. Suddenly a hand tilted my chin back, as Malfoy forced me to stare into his eyes.

Were his eyes always that pretty? I thought as I looked up at him. No Ginny, focus. "Ginny, darling, you'll stay here of course. I can't have you homeless, now can I?" he replied kindly and I stared up at him in surprise.

"Thanks, but did you just call me Ginny?" a slow grin worked its way across my face and Malfoy's lip twitched slightly.

"Maybe."

"Well then, Draco, point me the way to the bathroom so I can change?"