Harry woke early the next morning, pleased to see that Malfoy was back in his bunk, apparently sound asleep. He stood and stretched, then nudged at the other man's mattress again. "Get up."
"Mmf." Malfoy rolled over and buried his face in a pillow. "G'way."
"Not until you've sat up. I'm leaving you in command for a while, but I'd rather you prove you're awake first."
He propped himself up on one elbow. "'M in charge? Where're you going?"
"I want a talk with Ginny." Harry stepped halfway out the door. "I should be back by noon. Spend some time exploring this end of the Settlement. Dumbledore'll probably want a map - I'd leave it to Hermione to draw it. And try not to be too much of an arse while I'm gone." With that, he left, shutting the door gently behind himself.
It was a long walk back to the house, but he enjoyed it - he hadn't had the chance to be outdoors much during the last years of the War, and the fresh air was nice. When he got there, Robby answered the door, squeaked, and nearly slammed it in his face before Harry managed to catch it and hold it open. "Robby! It's all right, it's just me! What's the matter?"
"Robby's master is not happy, sir," the house-elf said, looking around nervously. "Robby is being in trouble for bringing Mister Draco Malfoy to his mistress. What is you wanting, Harry Potter?"
"Can I talk to Ginny?"
"Robby is not to let anyone see his mistress, Harry Potter." Robby glanced around again, then leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially, "But if Harry Potter promises Robby he will not tell Robby's master who let him in..."
Harry nodded. "I won't tell him. I promise."
"Harry Potter must say that Robby's mistress let him in herself."
"I will, don't worry."
Robby timidly checked the hall once more, then opened the door wide and beckoned Harry in. Harry passed by him with a whispered "Thanks," and as he tiptoed down the hall in the direction Robby pointed and into the kitchen, he could see the elf closing the door carefully so that it didn't make a sound.
He looked around and, satisfied that Bill wasn't lying in wait for intruders, quietly crossed the room until he was just behind Ginny where she sat at the table, knitting badly, without magic, and looking annoyed about it. "Ginny?"
"Oh!" She jumped up and spun to face him, nearly putting his eye out with one of her knitting needles. "Oh, Harry, it's you! I'm sorry about that-" She waved the needle again, narrowly missing piercing his ear this time, then added, "What are you doing here? How did you get into the house?"
"Robby let me in." He laid a hand on her shoulder in what he hoped she'd see as a brotherly gesture. "Look, I don't mean to bother you. I just - I really don't think messing about with Malfoy is a good idea. I know, he's been on our side years and all that, but he's still Malfoy, and I can't imagine you'd be so quick to take up with him if there were other options." He hesitated. "Would you?"
Ginny turned around and started knitting again, fiercely. "I think you should probably leave," she said without looking at him.
He sighed and leaned over her shoulder, careful to stay out of the furious path of the needles. "Ginny, you have other options," he whispered, and craned his neck around to kiss her.
It was some time before he made it back to the tent.