A/N: this is a different type of songfiction. there will be no lyrics posted, though a line or two may be quoted or adapted. each chapter, however, is inspired by one of the tracks on the Norah Jones album, "feels like home." i have taken the tracks and rearranged them to tell a story. each chapter title will be the title of the corresponding song. i hope you like it. it is already finished and will update daily for 13 days.


Creepin' In - Draco

Wonderful! This was the third night in a row he couldn't sleep. It was all that Weasley's fault. Not the ruddy excuse for a male, no, the exceptionally female Weasley. She was driving him insane. It had started on the train. He had insulted her family, like always, and she thanked him! She had thanked him and LAUGHED!

What on earth had that been about? He had no bloody idea.

The next time he saw her, on the way into the Great Hall, she had smiled and waved at him! She had gone completely and thoroughly mad!

After that, whenever he would sneer, she would smile. When he insulted she thanked him as if it had been a compliment, or worse, told him he didn't mean it. Did her brother know how cracked his sister was behaving? Surely he would never allow such friendly behaviour toward a Malfoy.

He rubbed his face with his hand and roled over. She was really getting under his skin and he really didn't like it.

It continued for a week. Finally he was so tired and frustrated that he pulled her into an empty classroom as she made her way to the Great Hall for breakfast on Saturday. Not many students made it to breakfast on weekends, but she hadn't missed one since she started school so he was pretty sure she would pass that way.

"Oh! Hello!" came the cheery greeting when she recovered her balance.

He stared at her like she was insane. "I just grabbed you and dragged you into an empty classroom..." she smiled, "Aren't you supposed to be angry and scared, or something?"

She shrugged. "I don't know about supposed, but I guess it would be the expected reaction."

"Then why aren't you?" he demanded.

She shrugged again. "You won't hurt me, so why be scared? As for angry, well, why bother? You see, I've grown weary of our fued and I'm convinced it is ridiculous. You can hate me if you want, but I'm done. I've decided that if you really think I'm as horrible as you say, you wouldn't waste your time talking to me. Therefore, if you spare a few precious moments and breaths to insult my family or character or something it really is a compliment that you think I'm worth insulting." She had that riduculous grin on her face again. "That answer the questions you dragged me in here to ask or was there something else?"

He stared at her in pure disbelief. He blinked a few times, trying to comprehend what she had said.

She shrugged one last time and turned to leave.

"Wait!" he finally found his voice.

She looked back over her shoulder.

"It won't work."

She raised an eyebrow.

"I won't stop hating you."

"Sure you will!" she declared with a smile and wave before leaving.

He just gawked at her back. He stood there for a solid five minutes before leaving.

For the next few weeks he went out of his way to be crueler than usual to her. She persisted in her bloody friendly manner. Nothing he could do would make her angry or hurt her. Eventually the words silenced into sneers and the sneers into exasperated sighs or eye rolls. By the end of the first term he was just trying to ignore her.

Unfortunately, when he stopped being mean to her, she started being nice to him. When he didn't insult her on sight, she greeted him. When he failed to put her down, she wished him well. It made ignoring her all but impossible. All right, completely impossible.

By Valentine's he returned her waves and grudgingly said 'hello' in reply. The day before Spring hols he froze, wrenched his eyes shut, and clenched his jaw, balling his fists by his side. Unless he had been Imperiused, and he had not, he had...no, he couldn't have, but there was no mistaking the fact that he had just heard himself say, "Have a good hols, Red."

The giggling behind him confirmed his worst fears. "You too!"

When she returned from the break, he decided there was no fighting it. There simply was no defense against such horribly devious tactics. He didn't even flinch when she sat at his table in the library. He even greeted her when she joined him by the lake. Yes, Draco Malfoy had lost a battle of the wills. He allowed himself to be befriended by a bloody Gryffindor named Ginevra Weasley.

In the back of his mind, his heart was perhaps for the first time weighing in on events. All it had to say to Ginny was Once you have begun, don't stop until your done sneaking in.