"What are you still doing up?" Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice. Ginny walked silently down the stairs and over to the arm chair where Harry sat. She wore a pair of blue hand me down pajamas which were huge on her little frame.

"I couldn't sleep." He said, and stared into the fire.

"Oh…well, goodnight." She turned and headed for the stairs.

"Wait, Gin'," She turned back to him, "Can we talk?"

"Depends what it's about…" She looked at her feet.

"Us?"

"Then…not right now. Goodnight Harry." She smiled, and walked slowly up the stairs.

Harry sat in the chair and thought of Ginny. He was unsure what to do now. He didn't know whether to let his guard down, or to keep trying to forget. His thoughts were interrupted by Hermione's drunken laughter. The fire whiskey had really taken its toll.

"C'mon now love, let's get you to bed." Ron chased her around the upstairs. Soon Hermione came stumbling down the stairs and landed on the carpet in a fit of laughter. Ron sighed, and lingered on the last step of the stairway.

"Let's go out dancing Ronnie!" She giggled and rolled around and kicked off her shoes.

"Yes, let's dance you upstairs shall we." He laughed, and picked her up, "Harry could you get her shoes?" Ron asked, as he threw Hermione over his shoulder. It was sort of funny to see her drunk and being carried in a barbaric way. Harry just chuckled and collected her shoes.

***

"Well this is it." Draco sighed as he opened the door. Clothes, books, quills, papers, and shoes lay everywhere. Sereana could make out the outline of a couch and went to sit on it.

"It's very quaint" She smiled, and looked up at him. Her hazel eyes danced around in his. Suddenly she gasped with happiness and stood up, "You have a piano!" She squealed.

"Why yes I do, you play?"

"Just a little," She murmured, and began to play Reverie by Tchaikovsky. He laughed.

"A little, eh?" He slid next to her and began to play the accompaniment. When they finished playing, she looked at him and laughed.

"Not to bad yourself." She smiled up at him once again with those big hazel eyes. He leaned his head on hers and smiled. Blushing slightly, and brushed her hand over his. Every move they made toward each other was light and gentle, as if afraid to break the other. He pulled her tiny frame closer to his, and leaned his lips onto hers, then—

POP

"Draco my boy, where are – oh hello." Blaise waved at the two of them. Draco glared at him, "Well ought to be going, stop by later…or tomorrow!" Draco heard him mutter 'or never' but took no mind to it.

POP

And he was gone. Sereana laughed and got off the piano bench.

"Where are you going?" He whined.

"I just realized Mr. Malfoy; I don't kiss men I've only known for a day." She simpered, and walked into the kitchen.

"Can you make an exception?" He called. She leaned her head out of the door frame. He eyes seemed to smirk at him, and tease him by not revealing her thoughts.

"I'll consider it." She whispered to him. She disappeared into the kitchen, and he followed