Ginny had not the foggiest idea about how they had ended up there, in one room. Yes, she knew how it happened, but she didn't want to think about it again. Well, it went like this: it was late, and she had been traveling all day, and it was really rainy, she was soaked from top to toe. Of course it was raining, this was England.

Anyway, this was the first hotel in the city that she could find, and that was reasonably priced. She didn't care that it was small, as she was happy to find one at all. She went inside, and as she was about to pay for the only room they'd left, a double room, she heard him complaining behind her back.

"Are you really going to give her that room?"

She recognized that voice the very second she heard it. It was the haughty voice of Draco Malfoy. The woman behind the desk tried to ignore him, and so did Ginny.

"I mean, you never know if she's going to steal anything or something," he continued, "you never know, she's not very rich, it would be a risk."

And at that moment, Ginny hated him more than she had ever done. She couldn't ignore him any longer. She turned around and he was standing there, in his long coat, and expensive shoes covered in dirt, his suitcase next to him on the ground.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in some very classy expensive hotel with golden toilet seats or something?"

"Indeed, I am supposed to be there, usually. But not today."

The woman behind the desk saw two potential guests in front of her eyes, so she didn't realise these people did not really like each other. Or she just didn't want to realise it, to earn more money.

"Oh, you two obviously know each other. Maybe you could take the double room together?"

Both Ginny and Draco stopped quarreling and stared at the woman in horror. Or maybe it was disgust. Or a mix of both horror and disgust.

"Are you kidding? I'm not sharing a room with her!" Draco shouted and he pointed at Ginny.

"And I am not sharing a room with him!" Ginny yelled too, her cheeks flushed. A few guests in the hall looked at this little "conversation". How the hell could this woman think that they would want to share a room together. Even the thought of it made Ginny shiver a bit. Or was it the rain that had made her clothes so wet?

"Well, it's either that, or you sir," she gestured towards Draco, "will have to go back into the rain to find another hotel, because she was here first."

Draco thought about that, it seemed a good offer, but he didn't take it.

"There is no way that I am going back into that bloody weather again," he stated, "I'll sleep on the ground."

"I'm sorry sir, but there aren't any mattresses left."

Draco shook his head, but Ginny knew he was thinking that this was the worst hotel he'd ever been in.

"Doesn't matter. I'll sleep on the ground anyway," Draco said, and he grabbed some muggle money and put it on the desk.

The woman looked confused, but she changed her face when she realised this was going to make her money. Her smiled came back on her face.

"Alright, I'll give you the key to room 121. I'm really sorry, but the elevator doesn't work, so I'm afraid that you have to use the stairs."

Ginny had traveled a lot for her current job, and stayed in hotels a lot, so she knew what an elevator was. It was broken, which ment that she had to get her suitcase upstairs herself. She sighed, while she grabbed the key before Draco could take it.

"I'll take this, thank you," she said with a little smile.

She walked towards the staircase, and lifted her suitcase in one hand. Draco hestitated, and then he followed her. It didn't take her long to get to the room and she put the key in the lock.

"It would be a lot easier to use a spell for that," Draco said, and he grabbed his wand underneath his coat.

"Don't do that, Malfoy, we're among muggles."

"I don't care, Weasley. You're way too nosy."

Ginny shrugged, opened the door and as soon was in, she flipped the lightswitch. The room wasn't very big, but there was a seperated bathroom and shower. The bed was bigger than she would've thought. She moved inside the room and put her suitcase on the bed.

"Are you really gonna sleep on the ground?"

"Of course I am."

"Because that bed is all huge and soft, and you're going to have such a pain in your back tomorrow," she grinned.

Draco turned around, his voice sounded tired and annoyed.

"FINE! Then I'll sleep in the bed! I can't believe you persuaded me so quickly but I'm too tired to argue!" he yelled.

Ginny opened her suitcase and grabbed her nightgown and other things she needed. Suddenly she regretted that she didn't bring her pyjamas with her. She walked to the bathroom and smiled softly to herself. She realised she didn't feel like arguing at this time either. She locked the door behind her and began to take a long shower. She washed her hair and she washed the dirt away. It felt good, it was better than the cold water she had been poured with all day.
After fifteen minutes, she heard a knock on the door.

"Weasley, are you done yet? I understand that nothing can wash your natural dirt away, but I'd like to have some hot water left when you're done!" Draco yelled.

"Oh shut up, I'm almost done!" Ginny yelled back, and she stopped the shower.

She grabbed a towel from the hotel and began to dry her hair and her body. After she had put on her underwear and her short nightgown, she gathered her dirty clothes and hung them on the heater. Then she unlocked and opened the door.

Draco had been waiting in front the door all the time, and he looked annoyed, but his look slightly changed to a confused look when he saw what she was wearing. Her nightgown was black with straps and had a low cut on the front.

"Do women always shower this long?" he asked to cover his reaction.

Ginny shrugged and ignored his question, but she felt her cheeks flush a bit.

"Do men always stare at women like that?" she asked with a sly smile.

He decided to ignore her question as well and he slammed the door behind his back and locked it. Ginny walked towards the bed and sat down on it with her back against the headboard. She grabbed a book from her suitcase and began to read.

After eight minutes, he returned to the bedroom, in his pyjamapants and bare chest. A few droplets still lingered on his shoulder.

"See? People can shower this fast as well," he said mockingly.

Ginny rolled her eyes.

"I'm going to sleep if you don't care. And don't even try to attack or curse me in my sleep, 'cause you won't get away with it."

She covered herself with the bedsheets and tried to lie as close to the edge of the bed as possible. She knew without any doubt that Draco would do the same. She turned off the little lamp on her nightstand and closed her eyes. She quickly drifted to sleep.