Confused

"I can't find Ursa Major," said Ginny after a minute, craning her neck.

Draco snorted. "You won't. It being the southern hemisphere, and all."

"Oh." She was silent for a minute, scrutinizing the heavens. "What about Orion?"

"There." He pointed low on the horizon.

She twisted her head one way, then the other, and complained, "I don't see it."

"Look, there's the belt," he pointed again.

Ginny wriggled closer. Squinting up the length of his arm, she said doubtfully, "Sure, but where's the rest of him?"

"You're looking at it upside down, that's why."

"Oh, I see him now. Good, I always liked Orion." She turned to grin at Draco and found his face much closer than she had expected. She scooted away and turned back to the sky. "And the Milky Way is gorgeous."

"I'll agree with that," Draco murmured. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at Ginny. "But totally unaware of it."

"Well, yeah." Ginny giggled. "Can you imagine a vain galaxy? Trying on the prettiest supernovas, stocking up on black hole remover."

"Complaining to her stars how much dark matter she needs to lose," he added, and they shared a laugh. There was a pause, and then Draco observed, "You're very easy to talk to."

Ginny made a face. "Gabby, according to my brothers. Not that they're ones to talk."

"I can't talk to very many people," he admitted.

"What, is there some kind of restriction?" she asked, surprised.

Draco looked put off. "What are you talking about?"

"Talking to people. Like not telling them your name. Did they tell you not to?"

"What? No!" He huffed impatiently and continued, "I meant that I find it hard to confide in people."

"Oh!" Ginny said, enlightened. She took a second to reorder the conversation in her mind, and smiled. "Aw, that's very flattering, Draco. Thank you."

He pushed on after a moment's hesitation. "And I'm gratified that you came out with me tonight."

"Not at all," Ginny said affably, thinking of their earlier encounter. "This whole night has been great fun. Speaking of which, I'll have to pick your brain for more places before I leave."

He watched her for a second with narrowed eyes, then drawled, "…All right. No one is this oblivious. Are you having me on?"

Something in his tone seemed to clear a little of her mental fuzziness. "Well," she stalled, trying to read his eyes. His expression was almost… predatory.

Uh-oh.