Disclaimer: I'm so not JK Rowling and I don't make money from writing drabbles...oh, but if I did...

A/N: This was inspired by dynonugget's birthday drabble to me (Squee!).

11/22: just compiling these three drabbles together. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Title: Realization and Acceptance
Word count: 499 (after many edits)

Ginny stares at me from across the table, mouth agape. "You kissed Malfoy?"

I sigh. "Let me make this perfectly clear: he confessed his feelings for me during an argument about him being such a slob, and then he kissed me. I'm still in shock!"

"You didn't tell me that," Ginny blinks. "I can't believe you didn't tell me that."

I'm flustered. "Yes, well, Draco Malfoy confessing his love trumps everything, even kissing."

"True. So, be honest. Are his lips as amazing as women everywhere fantasize about?"

I roll my eyes and blush. "I don't kiss and tell."

"I'm your best friend! It's well within my right to get the juicy details—when asked for, that is. Don't go telling—"

"Gin, don't finish that sentence," I pick up the last scone and devour it before I confess the truth about kissing my roommate. "It was definitely better than the kisses described in any story I've read. It was simple, yet electrifying. All the pent up frustration, backfiring of nerves, and the culmination of seven months of arguments were released."

"Oh, wow."

"Of course, I nearly punched him in the face…."

"Didn't tell him that you loved it, huh?"

"The whole almost punching him in the jaw thing interfered with that. Besides, the man has a big enough ego already. He knew that I loved it. That's why he kissed me. When all else fails, snog the woman. That's Draco's motto."

"More guys should employ that line of defence."

I laugh. "True. It was very—oh no!" I nearly fall out of my chair when the truth creeps up on me. I'm unsure of how sane or how practical I am for realizing this after so long, but I can't deny it. I'm in love with him. Draco Malfoy. "Oh no!" I'm in love with my lazy, junky, spoiled, arrogant, ridiculous, and recently disinherited roommate.

Okay, try not to panic…breathe.

"Realized that you're in love with him, huh?"

I glare at the smirking Ginny before frowning. "This is—"

"Well, you know that he's in love with you, too. You can't go wrong. Nothing beats a failure but a try."

"Try? With Draco?" Well, I guess. Maybe now is a good time to start practicing spontaneity, a bit—in small doses. After all, he's made himself perfectly clear. Ginny's right. I have nothing to lose. Right? I could explore this. We could break up if it didn't work out.

"This is one strange conversation…."

"Who would've thought—me and Draco Malfoy?"

Ginny smiles, "So, you're madly in love with him, aren't you?"

"I'm completely mad, but love has nothing to do with that," I catch the silly grin on my face the window of the restaurant we're sitting outside of and cover my face, "I'm broken!"

"Not broken—you're in love."

Broken—and in love. Oh Merlin. He was going to be the end of me. "Things were much simpler when he was the 'Amazing Bouncing Ferret'."

"No kidding…."