I just thought I should mention, this isn't a chaptered story. This is merely, in a blunt way to put it, mind you, a dumping ground for pieces of writing that aren't very long and the like. They won't all be cohesive, if any are.

Ginny sipped water from a many-faceted wineglass, her tummy resting on the fluffy green carpet. She nonchalantly flipped through an old WitchWeekly she had brought with her into the Slytherin dormitory Draco had to himself. She often wondered why the Slytherins had their own private rooms, as well as why she was lucky enough that they did. The bright florescent lamplights made the crystal sparkle, she raised a corner of her mouth, twisting the glass and watching the light dance. She licked her index finger and turned another glossy page.

"Draco!" a muffled girl's voice squealed from behind the thick wooden door. Draco made a louder snore than he had been before from on his bed.

Ginny whipped her head around, the arm holding the stemmed glass jerking backwards. The glass crashed into the wooden base of the bed, and Ginny winced at the sound of shattering glass.

"Oops…" she whispered to herself.

"What the hell was that?" Draco groaned, slowly sitting up and running his fingers through his hair.

"Um, I kinda just broke this wineglass. But no big deal, right? I'm sure the heir to the Malfoy throne has plenty more," she reasoned, then added for her own reassurance a timid, "right?"

Draco rubbed his temples. "Actually, that was a priceless Malfoy heirloom passed down from father to son for over a hundred years. But no big deal."

"Well, sheesh, sarcasm hurts," she jibed, rather sarcastically. She grabbed her wand off the dresser and pointed it at the shards of crystal. "Reparo…?" she tried, and rolled her eyes at the non-effectiveness.

Draco smirked at her. "Sorry, but it's goblin made. Not gonna work."

"Oh, go put on a shirt," she retorted, though she couldn't help smiling. "Deletrius," she muttered, and watched satisfactorily as the glass disappeared with a small snap!

"You're going to pay for that, aren't you?" Draco teased, traces of sleep still fogging his senses.

"No, but you're gonna pay for that, Draco Malfoy!" she snapped, a wicked smile crossing her lips.

Draco's eyes widened in fear for a fleeting second before he regained his calm expression, even daring to smirk. "Oh? What are you going to do? Bat Bogey me again?"

Ginny merely narrowed her eyes, and Draco again wondered why he was in a relationship with such a devious spitfire. Then, as the words "devious spitfire" trailed through his brain, he remembered. But unfortunately, these thoughts had come about one second too late for him to comprehend his girlfriend running at him. She jumped onto the bed and pinned him down without much of a fight.

"If only we used this as currency," Draco murmured, earning a lighthearted smile from the redhead who was looking down at him. And with that, she kissed him, hard on the mouth, all thoughts of the broken wineglass forgotten.

A/N Feel free to drop me a review! (As in, please please PLEASE leave a review because it would be like a cough drop to a sore throat, which may or may not make sense but that doesn't mean you shouldn't leave a review because you should.) Thanks for reading, anyways!

~Ellie