Dedication: To Sara, because every waking minute she bugged me to get this chapter up.

Ginny Weasley had never looked more beautiful then when she slept, that includes the time when Draco saw her naked in the prefect bathrooms. Just the way the innocent wisps of ginger hair floated around her face was enchanting. Her plush lips were stuck out in a pout and her eyes fluttered quickly under her lids. She was having a nightmare. Draco knew she was. He'd had enough of them to understand that tossing and turning in the dark meant night terrors.

So, he did what he always wanted someone to do when he had them- he brought her a glass of water.

Tiptoeing slowly into her bedroom, he sat besides her on her pink comforter.

She must like pink, he noted.

She was sweating; moisture clung to the hand he held on her forehead. She let out a terrified gasp before waking up. Somehow, she found her way into Draco's arms.

"How could you do it? Why?" She asked, sobbing into him.

Draco knew what she had dreamt of.

He looked down at her. She was fragile. Why in bloody hell, did he have to tell her? She was still a child, barely even old enough to drink. How could she have understood his becoming a death eater?

"I'm sorry."

"I think I know." She whispered. "When Tom..." She stopped. Her voice sounded like it was in pain... like she was in pain. Draco hugged her closer. He didn't want her to be in pain. "When Tom took me over, I had power. I adored the power. It was like I owned the world. I went crazy on that power. It was a high." She wrapped her thin, clammy arms around his waist. He was aware how close her fingers were to his butt. "It was like that wasn't it?"

Draco nodded. It was exactly like that.

She sobbed again, this time letting all her pain out. It was years worth of pain. Hearing her cry made Draco want to rip his heart out. It was like he had betrayed her.

After a while, she stopped crying. Her eyes were closed and her face looked peaceful. Draco laid her carefully on the bed, kissing her fingertips.

"Don't go Malfoy... Draco." She reached out the hand he had just kissed. "I don't want to be alone."

Malfoy sighed. He hadn't expected all this to happen. He just wanted to go home and have sex with some random girl. Why couldn't he leave this...Weasley? No. That was too vulgar. She was Ginny. His Ginny.

That night, Draco Malfoy slept on a floor for the first time in his life. It wasn't that bad. It got better when Ginny climbed next to him and cuddled into his arms.

She was so warm and soft. She smelled like her usual lavender blend. She was thin. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, kind of like a teddy. He adored it.

It was exhilarating holding something like her in his arms. He buried my face into her hair and cried. Tears were rolling down his face and he wasn't trying to hide them. Something so innocent and pure was in his arms, cradled on his shoulder... God the feelings were amazing.

It was then, that he fell in love with Ginny Weasley.

*****

Draco rolled over, trying to shove the pillow into his ears. The damned bird wouldn't stop singing. It kept chirping away, even though it was 8 o'clock in the morning. Didn't he know that some people stayed up until 4 that morning admiring the loveliness in their arms? Groaning, Draco got up. He slammed the window shut (perhaps a little too hard) and turned to look at himself in Ginny's full-length mirror.

His eyes were red. His hair was messed up and he looked like he had slept in his clothes. He had, but that wasn't the point. The point was- Draco had never in his life looked as crappy as he did now.

"What is she doing to me?" He asked his reflection. His fingers traced his face where Ginny had placed her kisses on him, hoping to find some lingering trace of her.

He stumbled into the bathroom. At least it wasn't pink. Instead, it had yellow and white strips, designed to look like a Parisian scene. Tastefully designed that is.

The sink was huge. The shower was huge. The bathtub, something Draco had every intention of using sooner or later, was enormous. He splashed freezing cold water on his face while going over the possible things he could do to pass the time until Ginny woke up. Deciding on cooking breakfast, he turned to leave. But something caught his eye... it was a cosmetic bag. It was slightly on the small side compared to his mother's making it nothing special. Yet, something about it was forbidding. He carefully unzipped the bag, releasing a small yelp when the contents came pouring out onto the vanity.

Tubes and containers of all colors and shapes awaited him there. Draco sat with his mouth open, taking in the variety of things. Never once was he able to touch his mother's cosmetic bag so he had never been able to understand these exotic symbols of beauty. Choosing a long, slender lip-gloss entitled 'Wild Watermelon' he unscrewed the cap and revealed the applicator. It was a God-awful smell.

But he was the ever-daring Draco. Grinning like an idiot, he brought the gloss up to his lips and puckered up. Carefully, he swiped the applicator back and forth, back and forth until his lips had a tinted shine to them. Happily, he moved to the blush and tried to choose the right color for 'his skin tone'. What did Draco know about skin tones? Nothing alone, but he had the help of Seventeen magazine. It turns out Draco was a 'pale' skin tone. He should stick to light pinks that could bring out his eyes. Did Ginny have any light pinks? Shrugging he chose a blush that looked light pink, to his eyes at least. When he put it on, he was horrified to see what looked like bruises on his perfect, high cheekbones.

"Ah!" Draco screamed a scream that sounded way too much like Gildy. He ran to the toilet and after rolling 1/3 of the new roll onto his hand, he wet it and scrubbed his face. Hard. Over and over until he was positive there were no traces of blush. Shoving the makeup back into the bag, he ran out of Ginny's bathroom as fast as he could.

He would make them breakfast. He would make eggs, sausage and bacon just like the lady, Martha Stewart was it, did on the show he watched as he was rocking one of the triplets to sleep. If Martha could do it, Draco could do it too. He was a Malfoy after all.

Of course, Martha was a muggle in a muggle kitchen. Draco was a wizard in a muggle kitchen with a thousand things that looked like it could kill him if he tried to use them. The toaster for example, do you know how deadly a toaster looks like if you've never seen one before? Groaning, Draco ran fingers through his hair. Where should he start first? Wait! Was that a book? A cook book? Draco ran to the side of the stove. Success! It was! Betty Crocker's 100 Breads.

But Draco didn't want to make bread. He wanted to make eggs, sausage and bacon. Anything else? He sifted through the books. 101 10-minute Meals, Making Pastas the Easy Way, So You Wanna Learn To Cook French?... ah yes, Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner: The complete guide to cooking. Eggs- that's what Draco wanted. Eggs would be... in the refrigerator? Yes, they would be! Draco threw open the door to the refrig, frantically searching for eggs. It wasn't long before he found them behind the apple juice. He was on the way to cooking his first breakfast!

He flipped through the book, searching for something about eggs, but finding nothing. Angrily, he decided that the only way he'd learn is to develop his own way off cooking. He took out a bowl from beneath the sink, only after he looked through every other cabinet for the cooking wear. Now he had his eggs and his bowl. What now? Shrugging, he went to the stove. How long should he put the eggs in for and how hot? Randomly deciding 10 minutes on 500 degrees would be best, he cracked the eggs, threw them into the bowl and put the bowl into the oven. There was nothing left to do now but wait.

Vogue was an amusing muggle magazine. It had fashion, inspiring articles and strange advertisements. Draco simply adored it.

"Morning Draco." Ginny said. Her hair was tied into a ponytail and her feet were encased in fuzzy rainbow colored slippers. She kissed him. It was slippery but nice. "Draco..."

"Yea?"

"Why do you taste like my 'Wild Watermelon' lipgloss?" Sniffing the air, she then asked, "What's that smell?"

"That, is our breakfast." Draco said proudly, staring at a rather bizarre ad for Cartier.

"What?" Ginny shrieked. She ran to the now smoky stove, guessing logically where their breakfast was and yanked open the stove door. She removed a broken glass bowl and well... what was left of the eggs. You couldn't call them eggs right then. As if that wasn't odd enough, she then stood on a chair and proceeded to fan a small circle on the ceiling.

"I thought you would be happy. We were going to have eggs!" Draco yelled.

Suddenly he was angry. Why in hell's name did she remove the eggs from the oven? They weren't done! They still had another 5 minutes and 20 seconds!

"You eat those!" She shot back. "Go on. Eat them." Draco peered at his breakfast. Come to think of it, he wasn't that hungry anymore. "That's what I thought." She said, stepping off the chair. "Draco, from now on, let me cook our breakfasts."

Just as easily as he got mad, his anger went away. Ginny said 'our breakfasts'. That meant she wanted to be with him for more breakfasts. That meant he could stay with her, be with her.

She busied herself around the kitchen, pulling out a pot and filling it with water.

"What are you doing?" He asked her.

"Making coffee, you want some?"

"No." And returned to the article about Tom Cruise's fatal incident with Ewan McGregor.

With just water and a pot, Ginny produced steaming coffee. Draco was jealous.

She sat next to him and he spread the article so she could read.

It was an awkward silence and aside from her sipping, there was no sound.

Well except for the sudden earsplitting cries of the triplets.

Draco cringed and turned the page, waiting for Ginny to go check on them. But she didn't make any move towards the door.

"Ginny." He poked her. "The triplets are crying."

"Oh are they?" She said looking over the rim of her cup. "Draco would you? I'm still enjoying my coffee."

Draco stared at her. Underneath all the angelic like hair and innocent smile, there really was a devil in her. Groaning, Draco grabbed three bottles and ran into the living room, eager to shut up the babies.

It was only Serena crying, but with the noise she was making you would think all of them were up. Setting down two bottles, he picked up Serena and tried to feed her the bottle. But she wouldn't take it.

"Argh! What do I do now?" He shouted. Serena screamed louder. Draco took a few deep breaths and instantly regretted it. Serena had to be changed. Draco didn't want to change Serena. Still, if he didn't stop Serena's cries, he would have two other very unhappy babies to take care of.

"Ok," Draco said. "You have to help me Serena..." Serena refused to stay still. She seemed to think it was a game. When Draco brought out the baby powder, she landed a good kick that caused Draco to spill the baby powder into his face. It wasn't that funny but Serena seemed to think it was. Cursing, Draco some how managed to get a sorry excuse of a diaper onto Serena and she was happy. As soon as Serena stopped her blood curling screams, Allie started.

Only concentrating on getting Allie to stop, he ran to the crib and removed her from the evil clutches of her sister. Bad move. Now all three babies were crying. It was worse then the time he was forced to sleep in Azkaban for a night. In his misery he forgot about Serena, who was now trying to hide under the couch. To make things worse, the doorbell rang. Exasperated, Draco threw open the door.

"Hold this." He said and shoved Allie into the very confused man. Draco then ran to the couch and grabbed Serena's leg, the only thing left from under the couch.

It was then that everything stopped.

Draco realized the man at the door the same time the man at the door realized Draco, and Ronald Weasley was not happy about it.