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A/N: Thanks for the reviews! You guys didn't tell me any music that you want to see in here, so I'm just using music that I like. If you have any complaints about the music then you'll have to tell me in a review.

Ginny looked around the room trying to find something to do, there was nothing absolutely nothing. She sighed a heavy sigh that made Draco turn around and acknowledge her presence.

"What is it Weasley?" he asked clearly annoyed.

"I'm just bored, what are you doing over there?" she asked with interest.

"Nothing that concerns you," he sneered.

She looked over at what he was doing.

"Ugh, potions," she said with disgust.

"Do you have a problem with potions?"

"No I don't it's the potions master that I have a problem with."
"Professor Snape is highly intelligent he just doesn't like nosy Gryffindors like you and your friends."

"Malfoy, Snape isn't here so you might as well stick your nose somewhere besides his butt."

Draco went red with indignation. "I do not have my nose in his butt as you so quaintly put it." He went back to his work but a moment later he looked up again and said, "I don't see why you don't like potions, it really is a fascinating subject."

"Of course you don't understand, Snape thinks the sun shines out of your ass,"

"It seems to me as if you have a fixation with peoples backside."

"I have no such thing, those were just phrases. Besides, they make the conversation interesting."

"Whatever you say Weasley,"

"Would you stop saying that, it gets on my nerves."

"Saying what? Your name?"

"Weasley is not my name and it just gets tiring because there are so many Weasleys that I never know if your talking to me or my brother."

"Well is your brother here?"

"No"

"Then I think I will call you Weasley, unless you would prefer for me to call you carrot top or mudblood lover or something such as that," he smirked at her.

"I think I'll stick with Weasley thanks anyway," she glared at him.

"If you're bored just ask for something to do."

"There's nothing that I can think of to do."

"Then don't ask for anything to do but stop bothering me."

"You don't have to be so disagreeable."

"Do you have a problem with it?"

"No I just said all of that but I have no problem with it," she said dripping with sarcasm.

"Good," he chose to ignore the sarcasm.

With a sigh, Ginny picked up a blank notebook on the table and started to write. After a few minutes she was so immersed in whatever she was writing that she didn't notice Draco reading over her shoulder.

"What are you writing?"

"Don't scare me like that!"

"Did I make your heart flutter?" Draco whispered mock-seductively in her ear.

"You are so full of it and don't look at my notebook," she added the last part as an afterthought.

"Weasley, are you learning nothing? Of course I'm full of it. That's my best quality I'm told." He grinned at her.

"Sorry if I offended your ego, almighty Draco, God-of-All-He-Sees." she gave a mock bow as she said this.

"No offense taken this time."

Ginny rolled her eyes at this.

"Seriously though, did I see your writing correctly? Were you actually writing about your idiot brother and his friends?"

"If you want to make conversation, you might want to start with not insulting my family,"

"Just answer the question."

"Yes, I was writing something about Ron, Harry, and Hermione. Why were you reading it if it bothered you so much?"

Draco ignored her but instead asked, "Why are you writing about them after what they did to you in the Great Hall?" he sneered knowing that he was bringing up a painful memory of the night before.

"Harry did nothing to me."

"Only ignored you all these years when you were fawning after him."

"I was not fawning after him! I had a crush, I was young and I was over him when I was thirteen but no one seems to believe me when I am now fifteen and obviously not fancying him."

"What about your prat of a brother and his mudblood girlfriend, they did embarrass you I know that much so tell me why you've forgiven them so easily."

"Do not use that foul language. Don't you have any manners?"

"Apparently not, but neither do you since you have not answered my question."

"Why do you keep insisting on me answering your inane questions?"

"Because you and I both know that if we keep silent in here we'll go insane so the only alternative is to attempt to make a conversation with one another," he answered languidly leaning on the chair with only two of it's legs with his arm over the back of the chair and his other hand combing restlessly through his silver blonde hair that kept falling into his eyes.

She smiled slightly as she pictured him falling over. Once she had the image out of her head she answered him. "I suppose you're right."

"Of course I am. What were you writing anyway? All I saw were Potter, Granger, and you brother's names."

"I was writing a stream of consciousness."

"What?"

"A stream of consciousness. Just whatever I'm thinking, my thoughts, whatever's in my head, there's no indents or paragraphs or punctuation, it's all just jumbled. You've never done that before?"

"No, I can't say I have, or if I'd want to."

"It's actually quite interesting. Then you see how you really feel about certain situations and what's on your mind."

"Whatever Weasley, you never finished answering the question of why you're not mad at your 'friends' anymore." He snorted slightly at the word 'friends.'

Ginny sighed and decided to answer him truthfully. "I'm not really mad at them anymore. Hermione and Ron just wanted too make Harry and I happy so I can't really blame them for that. I mean I've been trying to get the two of them together for ages but I finally realized that they'd have to do that on their own."

Draco snorted.

"You told me to make conversation if you're going to laugh at me then I won't talk at all."

"I'm not laughing at you, it's just I don't think that your brother will ever find the guts to ask Granger out. But please continue," he said slightly mocking her.

"So I can't really be mad at them for wanting me and Harry to get together, but I am annoyed at Ron for his methods of getting us together," she was kind of talking to herself now. "I mean seriously my first kiss with a boy that I don't even fancy, that would be a disaster," unfortunately Draco had heard that last bit even though Ginny had said it to herself.

"You've never been kissed?" he asked with derision.

Ginny blushed and looked away.

"What about the boy you went out with when you were in fourth year?"

"I'd rather not talk about this."

"Why not, this conversation is finally getting interesting."

"Well consider it terminated."

"Did I touch a nerve Weasley?" he came closer to her. "Would you like your first kiss now?"

"I swear Malfoy, if you touch me I will break your hand," she replied vehemently.

"Fine, but your missing your opportunity here most girls would die for this chance."

"And who would that be Malfoy? Your invisible fan club? Or maybe just your faithful follower Pansy Parkinson, because really I don't see any one else flocking to get with you." It was now her turn to smirk.

Draco clenched his fists.

"Oh Malfoy did I touch a nerve?" Ginny asked mocking what he had just said moments before.

"I was wrong. I won't go insane without conversation, I'll go insane if I keep talking to you."

"Really Malfoy, that ship has already sailed."

Draco put all four legs of the chair on the ground and started working on his potions essay again.

Ginny's stomach rumbled. She looked over at the clock. "No wonder, it's already one thirty." she mumbled to herself.

"I'd appreciate it if you did not talk to yourself while I am in the room."

Ginny ignored this and asked instead, "Are you hungry? I'm starving."

Draco stood up, "Room of Requirements I would like some lunch."

"I thought you said that it couldn't be evasive?"

"I did."

"Wasn't that evasive, I mean you didn't say what kind of lunch you wanted you just said lunch."

"Shut up Weasley I don't have to explain everything to you."

Just then a table set with two plates full of food and two glasses of pumpkin juice appeared in the middle of the room.

They sat down not really knowing what to do. The silence unnerved Ginny since she always talked to her friends at meals and when they had family dinners at the Burrow the dining room was always alive with noise. Ginny slowly started taking the tomatoes out of her sandwich.

"What are you doing?"

"Eating,"

"No I mean why are you mutilating your food?" he asked sounding alarmed.

"I'm not mutilating it I just don't like tomatoes."

"You're crazy the tomatoes are the best part!"

"Does it bother you?" she asked as she deliberately took the tomatoes out of the other half of her sandwich.

"Yes!"

Ginny smiled, her first genuine smile since she had gotten stuck in this horrible room. "I never thought that something this trivial could upset a Malfoy."

"I'm not upset," he answered huffily, "I just think your mad."

"You're welcome to have my tomatoes if you want them."

Draco gave her an odd look and nodded his head slowly.

Ginny took out her wand and levitated her tomato slices over to Draco's plate.

"There are you happy now? The tomatoes are not going to waste."

"I am extremely happy."

When they were done with their meal Draco asked for it to disappear.

Draco sat back down at the desk and appeared to be immersed in some essay or another.

Ginny sighed and said, "Room of Requirement I would like my homework." Her homework appeared in the armchair that was right next to the desk were Draco was working.

She sat down and put all of her books except her transfiguration book on the footrest. She asked for ink, paper, and a quill and started working on her transfiguration essay. It was a short essay so it only took about a half an hour. The only other essay was her potions essay. She took her potions book out and tried to start her essay, failing miserably. After a twenty minutes of staring at her potions book and getting nowhere she let out a moan as she flipped to the index trying to find anything about the properties of Mandrake Root.

"What is your problem Weasley? You keep fidgeting."

"Why do you care?"

"I would just like to know if you are going to keep fidgeting so that I can take a sedative if the answer is in the affirmative." He looked away and murmured "or perhaps slip you one."

(A/N that sedative part is actually from the TV show Friends. Season Four, the one with Ross's wedding if you wanted to know. I am a Friends addict if you hadn't gathered as much already)

"Sorry," she mumbled to his turned back. After five more minutes of fidgeting Malfoy got up and came over to Ginny.

"Huh," he said as he saw what she was struggling over.

"Don't 'huh' me," she said irritably.

"Room of Requirement I would like an armchair."

An armchair appeared right next to Ginny's. Draco sat down.

"What are you doing?" Ginny asked looking up from her blank parchment.

Draco paused and then started stating the uses and properties of the mandrake root.

"What are you doing?" Ginny repeated as she stared at him with awe.

"I'm helping you," he retorted.

"How do you know all of this stuff?"

"I thought we covered this earlier, I like potions. Therefore I know a lot about the subject."

Ginny was still gaping at him.

"Come on, jot this down before I change my mind." He started stating the properties over again.

With Draco's information Ginny was able to write the essay. When she finished she let out a great sigh of relief.

"Are you done?" Draco asked looking at her in the armchair next to him.

"Yes"

Draco put down the book he was reading and said, "let me proof it."

For lack of anything better to do she handed him the paper. He read it over and made a few changes with his wand but nothing major.

"There," he handed the parchment back to her. "That should get you top marks."

She looked at him quizzically but took the parchment without a word. She gathered all of her work together and wished it back to her room just as she had seen Draco do with his completed homework. It felt like a weight had been lifted off of her once that potions essay was finished. There still was, however, the small issue of her and Malfoy being trapped in here, but it appeared that they had to stay here until someone found them and today everyone was in Hogsmeade until late that night. Tomorrow she was certain that Luna and Colin would find her.

Ginny again asked for some light music from the room to dissipate the impending silence.

"Why do you want music?"

"I thought it would be a relief from the unnerving silence."

"Fine"

After a few minutes went back Draco looked up from his book, exasperated. "You're fidgeting again."

"Sorry," Ginny mumbled.

"Can you really think of nothing to do?"

"I finished all of my homework."

"Then read a book!"

"I don't want to."

"Do something, your driving me mad."

Ginny rolled her eyes at this but deemed it best to just sit back in the armchair and read her book. Ginny's stomach started rumbling for the second time that day.

"Do you have to make that much noise Weasley?"

"I'm just hungry."

"Room of Requirement we would like some dinner. The table and chairs appeared in the middle of the room again but this time the plates were bigger and there was a larger assortment of food. Dinner was a silent affair, neither of them knew quite what to say. After dinner Draco wished everything away and went back to reading. Ginny couldn't stand sitting still for one more second. She asked the room to turn the music up a little louder. It obeyed and played the slow song louder. Ginny got up to put away her quill. She found herself reluctant to sit down again, she had been sitting all day. Her feet started to make the movements of a waltz to the beat of the song the room was playing.

Before she could think about what she was doing Ginny started dancing with an invisible man. She hadn't done this in ages, she used to do it all the time as a little girl. She guessed the saying was true old habits die hard. She closed her eyes for a moment and the next moment she wasn't holding an invisible man, she was dancing with a real man! She gasped as she looked into Draco's silver eyes.

"Malfoy…" she trailed off, not reprimanding him because she really didn't want to stop dancing. He smelled of spicy apples and cinnamon.

"Ginny," he said, "Don't you think dancing together is personal enough to use first names?"

Ginny raised her eyebrows but only nodded. When the song ended they let go of each other hastily, as if realizing what they had done. They looked at each other with confused eyes. Draco sat down and started reading for lack of a better thing to do.

He couldn't pay attention to his book. He didn't know why he had done it but she looked enchanting dancing the way she had been, he felt compelled to join in. He didn't know how long he sat there pretending to read his book but the next time he looked up Ginny had fallen asleep. Draco quietly asked for a blanket. He covered Ginny up and changed into his pajamas and got into bed.

Ginny woke up. She quizzically removed the blanket from her lap, she didn't remember putting it on. She looked over at the bed and saw Draco sleeping. She walked over to him and thought of the things that had transpired between the two of them. Her thoughts wandered to the silver of his eyes and the wonderful smell of his cologne. Her hand strayed absently to brush a strand of blonde hair out of his closed eyes. She shook her head to clear these thoughts and mentally screamed at herself for letting herself think fondly of Draco. 'Did I just call him Draco in my thoughts?' she mused to herself. 'I really am going insane.' She changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed knowing that tomorrow she would be saved but not knowing if she really wanted to be.

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