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Chapter 2: He has to Sleep WHERE?
"Well, I suppose you all can't be staying on different floors now can you?" Mrs. Weasley said as she bustled back into the living room. She looked from Ginny to Draco and back again before saying, "you all best be scooting up to Percy's room and collecting Draco's things. I will go and transfigure you a cot in Ginny's room while you do." She then trotted into the kitchen to go get some sheets from the scullery.
"Wait, what? He has to stay in my room too?" Ginny was completely shell-shocked by this latest revelation.
"Of course dear. Where else is going to sleep? Out in the hall? Oh and Ginny dear, don't forget to clear him some room in the wardrobe as well." She rounded the corner and disappeared from their sight with Ginny close on her heels.
"Well that doesn't like a bad… whoa!" as she reached the doorway Ginny was all of a sudden slingshoted back into the room landing on something surprisingly comfortable. As she regained her bearings, she realized what it was. She had fallen on top of Malfoy and was in fact sprawled out along the length of his body.
"Would you mind removing yourself from on top of me?" Draco questioned in his bored arrogant tone.
"Oh! Um, sorry." Ginny carefully stood up and dusted herself off before facing Malfoy again. Despite her best efforts, a fierce blush had spread across her pale freckled cheeks. Choosing to ignore it, she tried desperately to regain some of her dignity, "I guess Dumbledore wasn't kidding when he said three metres."
"Obviously."
"Um…. Lets go get your stuff."
Half an hour later Malfoy had finished repacking all of the things he had just recently unpacked as Ginny watched from the bed. They then proceeded to go back down to the first floor to Ginny's room.
True to her word, Mrs. Weasley had already transfigured a cot and had made it up nicely, not that it stopped Malfoy from sneering at it.
Ginny then proceeded to clear out a small space in her wardrobe and even put an enlargement spell on it to create more space. Malfoy, of course, did nothing helpful; he just lay on the cot with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head. Lazy sod.
Plus with all this fun being had by all, there was the added bonus of the fact that Draco had not spoken one word since his sarcastic reply to Ginny in the living room. Gods I hope it says like this. Maybe being stuck to Malfoy won't be as bad if I don't actually have to talk to the bugger.
She glanced over at the cot again and noticed that Malfoy had dozed off during her musings. He doesn't look quite as evil in his sleep but wow Malfoy looks like shit. I wonder what has been going on for him in the last year. Must have been real shit if the Slytherin Prince gave up his precious appearance.
As she continued to look on she watched his face contort into a pained expression in his sleep as a nightmare obviously overtook his once peaceful nap.
It had been just over a week since Malfoy had moved into the Burrow and each one had been more miserable then the previous for Ginny.
The first day the bugger had refused to leave Ginny's room except for meals. So she had to sit in her tiny room in very close proximity to the parasite the entire day. But the best part was that he the entire time he acted like a two year old, sitting with his back to her, not lowering himself to acknowledge her presence.
This behavior carried on for several days, the two of them just sitting in her room doing nothing, not saying anything.
On the fourth day Ginny decided she had had enough. "Malfoy," no response. "Malfoy." Still nothing. "Fine you great ferret, I just wanted to let you know that I am going downstairs. I am bored. Thought you should know because you have to go too." She hopped up off the bed and headed towards the door.
About half way across the room she began to feel the tug of magic trying to drag her back, but this time she refused to fall into the ferret's lap. She fought with the magic all the way to her door and just as her hand fell onto the knob the pull eased. Ginny glanced over her left shoulder and was surprised to see that Malfoy was behind her with an annoyed look on his face and a large book in his long slender hand.
They continued to play tug of war of the wills for the next week or so, taking turns being the one to force the other into some activity. They were both miserable and both incredibly bored.
To make matters worse Malfoy wouldn't speak to Ginny at all. He would compliment her mother's cooking at meals. He would strike up a conversation about the ministry with her father. But Ginny, he wouldn't even look at her if he could avoid it.
The nights were worse then the days though. Ginny would lie in bed for hours petrified that Malfoy was going to try and smother her in her sleep. The first few nights she cast a spell to alert her if anything in the room moved more then the small movements normally associated with being asleep.
But unfortunately for Ginny, the only time the alarms ever went off was the third night when she got up because she had to pee. As soon as she swung her legs off the bed the room was filled with a horrible high-pitched bell that wouldn't stop until Ginny terminated the spell, but Ginny couldn't move from the surprise of the noise. It ended up, much to her horror, that Malfoy jumped off his cot, flipped on the lights and found Ginny's wand for her.
So needless to say, she couldn't use the spell again because Malfoy would be expecting it. Instead, Ginny just had to lie in bed for hours waiting for sleep to overtake her sometime in the wee hours of the morning.
The worst of all, though, was having to use the bathroom. Anytime either had to pee, or shower, or groom in any way the other was right there with them. Mrs. Weasley had been kind enough to place a chair out side of the bathroom door for whoever was the lucky one to be waiting.
And gods did Ginny do a lot of waiting. She had never before in her life met a boy who spent as much time grooming as Draco Malfoy did. Some days Ginny could read through four copies of witch weekly before the bugger would emerge in an epic cloud of steam. Bloody hell! I should start just bringing a novel if it is going to take this long.
But she got back at him when it was her turn in the shower. While in the bathroom Ginny would bathe leisurely, take her time in doing her makeup and postpone getting dressed until she had nearly dripped dry. These days she spent making Malfoy wait outside the bathroom were definitely the cleanest and most put together Ginny had ever been.
All the stress of living with the Prince of Slytherin came to a head on the thirteenth day Malfoy had spent at the Burrow. Ginny and Malfoy were heading down to lunch on one of Malfoy's days to play leader when all of a sudden all the pent up frustration Ginny had been feeling finally made her snap.
Thirteen days! It has been thirteen miserable days of silence. I can't take it anymore! So she stopped. Ginny ceased walking down the stairs and watched as Malfoy continued his decent. 3…2…1. Malfoy jerked backward, falling hard onto the wooden steps before the spell drug him back up the stairs right to Ginny's feet, banging his head the whole way.
Ginny watched these proceedings with a sick fascination. When he finally stopped at her feet she let out a howl of laughter and had to sit down from the force of it. "That…was…hilarious!"
Malfoy sprung up from his prone position and glared at Ginny. "What the fuck was that?" he growled at her.
Ginny couldn't answer only shake from the force of her peels of laughter.
"Think that was funny do you?"
"Cant breathe, too funny!" Ginny gasped in response.
"Alright Weasley, if that's the way you want to play it then it's on."
