Malfoy was at the stage of boredom that all he had left to do is circle the insides of the house from one corner to the next. He turned left towards the stairs and started heading down them. I believe it was his fifth circle that day, but it kept him busy. Every time he started a new round he had a wisp of hope that the trio would be doing something new during the time he would pass by the library. But they still sat there to their ears in books and old archives and different nonsense like that which Draco knew would get them nowhere in finding the horcruxes. He went in twice and peered over their shoulders to see what they were doing and as I said, he had walked in only twice, because the second time he was told to go find something else to do than breathe down their necks.

And here he was, continuing his pointless stroll.

The single thing of interest he did find on this excursion was that every time he completed a lap, he would find the little Weaselette doing something new. Upon the start of his sixth round, Draco found Ginny in the dinning room where she was sitting behind the big table and writing furiously. She heard his approaching step and how it stopped at the doorway of the room. Her hand slowed so her mind wouldn't be complete engrossed into her job, but so she also could keep his distance monitored.

Malfoy noticed how from the side of her eye she watched him. His curiosity turned on and with his ever so famous smirk upon his lips he began to approach Ginny. The girl stopped writing completely and watched his advance carefully. When she understood that he was soon to come into the range where he would easily see her written words, she closed the book she was writing and with slight irritation she turned in her seat to stare at him with an expression that clearly said, "And you want what?"

Draco's smirk deepened, but he stopped waling and asked in a leering sort of voice, "Well, Weasely, what are we writing?"

"We," Ginny answered, using second person about herself, "aren't writing anything that concerns us," now meaning him.

"Oh, really?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes."

"But that still doesn't disprove my roused interest… or a better word: curiosity." Draco was in fact curious not just because he was bored, but that did play a part, but because he never would've expect to see the little weasel writing in a book after the Riddle Diary incident.

Ginny momentarily was at a lost for retorts, for never would she think Malfoy would admit in feeling curiosity towards her job or even admit anything. Hate, yes, that would surprise her less, but interest? However, her answer sent her opponent in an equally thoughtful silence. "How is it possible that any person coming from a family such as yours can have the slightest interest in the hobby of someone so less significant than oneself?" To insult herself was permitted in Ginny's mind, but only in defense and most of the times an insult to herself proved a much bigger one to her opponent.

Draco's eyes narrowed slightly. He needed to answer right or his cover could be put under suspicion or even blown. His loyalties to the Dark Lord might not be great, but his father was a different story. Sure he hated the man, but Draco couldn't let his father figure go. He and Narcissa was all he had for a family and even though they cursed him everyday of the week, he found he preferred that to a complete ignorance from the people he was surrounded by now. He needed to have things start working for him and not have him fit into people's lives only when they thought it would be entertaining. Fury went through the young Malfoy when he realized that in order for him to have an upper hand, he would have to give up on this and maybe fake something.

After Ginny's words, Draco's face lost all emotion and he tried his best to put a slight thread of pain through his eyes. With this he said not another word and slowly backed out of the room. The smirk on Ginny's face vanished and her heart understood that she had actually hit a wrong note with him, but her head couldn't understand how a person with such character as Malfoy could let himself be influenced by such little and insignificant remark. But what had just occurred was truth and what does it mean then? That she should apologize to him? Her heart and pride argued between them as Ginny's heart said that she should go and apologize, that in this moment in time they needed each other for they were both in similar situations, but her pride said otherwise. How many times had his words brought tears to her eyes? And now, he deserved her words, which if you compare to his, were barely an insult. Ginny continued to sit in the one spot where she was, trying to decide what was right and what was easy.