Disclaimer: I still don't understand how lawyers, with their advanced minds and brain-thinking-skills (oh well, seems I'll never be a lawyer) can still think that children as young as twelve could claim they own Harry Potter. Well, they could claim, I guess, but like, sue them for it? I mean, hel-lo? Shouldn't they know JK Rowling owns Harry Potter? I mean, farout...do you all get my point? No?
Fine I'll just say it.
I don't own Harry Potter, and any other characters associated with the books.
My chance to stand up for myself and it backfires. Some people get all the luck.

Another sort-of-reconciliation. I still havn't figured out what it means.

A week later Ginny and Draco were taking their usual spots under their usual tree.

"I got a letter from Tal..." Ginny tried to make conversation.

Draco didn't say anything. It was as if she didn;t say anything at all. He just stared into space.

Ginny gave up. She threw her book down and leaned her back against the tree.

After a few minutes she heard a rustling of paper, and felt a small breeze as a piece of parchment was placed on her lap. She picked it up, immediately recognising it was in letter form. Knowing what it was instantly, she rummaged through her rucksack and fetched another piece of parchment, and shoved it at Draco.

They spent the next ten minutes reading the letters Talisha had sent to them, finishing at the same time.

Draco still refused to talk, and this time Ginny wouldn't take it.

"What the hell is your problem?"

"You know exactly what my problem is."

"I'll bring out the list and you can tick where applicable."

"Alright! Gawd. I'm sorry I've been acting like this. I'll try not to take out my problems on you again. Happy?"

"Ginny rolled her eyes. Then she remembered if she was going to make this work she had to co operate. She plastered a big fake cheesy smile on her face and replied, "Apology accepted Mr Malfoy."

"It was Draco's turn to roll his eyes. Did she really think he was that thick? It was as much as he could stand.

"What was the point of this?"

"Why are you ignoring me?"

"I'm not ignoring you!"

"Oh really?"

"Yes!"

"Bullshit. Everytime we talk now, you make it so hard that it always turns into an argument."

"Far out."

"Can you just fucking co operate?"

"You're leading a great example."

"Omigod."

"You can leave if you want."

"Sorry I don't feel like it."

"Suit yourself."

They spent another fifteen minutes in silence, Ginny starting on her report, Draco staring into space.

"Have you finished?"

"Nah...."

"Shouldn't you start?"

"I don't have to."

"Why?"

"Let's just say..family standing."

"So why the hell am I your partner?"

"You tell me."

"Why do you always presume I know everything?"

"You think I didn't see what Lecaigh was mouthing at you? I get really pissed when people talk about me like I'm a thing. Like you can just 'get' me. So I decided to make your life living hell. Teach you a lesson, you know? And whoop-di-doo, ladida, it didn't fucking work out."

"I guess you chucked a hissy fit, pouted, crossed your arms and stomped out the room?"

"Something along the lines of that."

"Well, Mr Malfoy, you're back in business."

A/N Don't ask where that last line came from. I SAID DON'T ASK. COZ I DON'T KNOW. Anyhow, that explains why Draco paired up with Ginny, A bit late, but hey, at least I explained it.

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