12; 11:59 p.m.
No matter what Ginny tells herself, Draco isn't a good man. Good men are in Gryffindor, not Slytherin; good men don't lie to you and use you and refuse to make eye contact with you and do everything in their power to make you hate them. Good men don't walk away, again and again, just because they can.
But good men just can't love Ginny, she's starting to realize. Good men like Michael Corner and Dean Thomas and Harry Potter know in their hearts that Ginny just isn't a good girl. And they know that Ginny could never love them, either – not really. They know that she's too dark or too light or too young or too old or too everything and nothing and infinity. She's just a little girl looking for something real, but what she doesn't know yet is that nothing is real and no one is watching out for her (neverever; no one will ever truly love her).
But Draco Malfoy will never tell her the truth. And, in a time when the truth is the greatest lie of all, Ginny is willing to accept that this is the best she'll ever get.