A/N: I do not own Hp. I really wish I did. Yep, same disclaimer as last time, but no longer a one-shot!

Ginny woke to the sound of birds chirping gaily outside.

'What a bad dream!' she thought. She stretched and rubbed her eyes clear.

'Oh, no.' thought Ginny, looking around. Her room was still disheveled, but somehow it seemed better than the night before.

She tried to think back to last night. All she could remember was seeing three of her family dead. This caused her to lapse back into a flood of tears.

'What am I doing?' Ginny scorned herself for being so weak, wiping her eyes on her long, black sweatshirt sleeves. She took a long sip of some warm tea that had been placed beside her bed, thinking.

'Wait, warm tea? Who made the warm tea?' Ginny thought all of the people in the house were dead. So who made the tea?

Ginny forced herself to remember every little detail about what had happened last night. The last thing Ginny could remember was a pulse, and a warm chest. A warm chest that belonged to... Draco Malfoy!

Ginny sat up quietly. She grabbed her old, tattered slippers, and made her way to the upstairs hallway. She made sure to keep her wand in hand just in case...

No one was in Percy's room, but his corpse had been placed peacefully on his bed.

No one in Fred and George's room.

Bill and Charlie's room was empty as well.

Ginny crept up the little flight of stairs to the attic and Ron's room. Finally, some sound could be heard. Just a little rustle, but that meant there was life.

Ginny sneaked toward the door. She was grasping her wand so tightly that her hand was sweating. She leaned down to turn the knob...

BANG!

"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" Ginny lay on the ground, rubbing her forehead, eyes squinting in pain.

"Weas- I mean, Ginny?"

Ginny opened her eyes and was looking into the cold gray orbs of Draco Malfoy.

"Right," said Malfoy, uncomfortably, scratching his neck awkwardly. "Sorry about... all... that." He had changed from the bloodstained robes and cloak to some of Ron's clothes. He was wearing Ron's Weasley sweater.

"SORRY?!" yelled Ginny, jumping to her feet, head throbbing and knees swaying. "You BASTARD!"

Malfoy looked surprised.

Ginny wavered a little, dizzily, and then bombarded him again. "Malfoy, you have made my life a living Hell ever since I started Hogwarts. And now, you and your parents, and all your other little deatheater friends KILL my FAMILY?!" Ginny's eyes were watering again, and she started paling and wavering.

"Ginny!" said Malfoy, interrupting her outrage.

"WHAT?" she shouted.

"Please," he said, "You're going to hurt yourself. Just go sit down, I'll get you some more tea."

"You WISH Malfoy!" she yelled at him, "I'M NEVER GOING TO... woah. My voice seems a little loud... and painful." she stumbled a little, entering Ron's room. "Okay, sure... right. I think I'll lie down a little."

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