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Dinner with Draco and Snape was quiet and uneventful. Draco and Ginny of course, had to sit next to each other because of the rope, but Snape sat across the long dining table, and even if you wanted to say something to him, you would practically have to shout it. No one spoke, except for, of course, Ginny.

"So Professor, how has your day been?"

He sent a cold stare across the table and proceeded to pick at his food. When he was finished, he decided to excuse himself, and went to his study.

"Well that was odd," Ginny mumbled.

Draco heard. "No actually. Some of us prefer to enjoy our meals in silence—"

"Why? I mean, eating isn't just for eating. If it were, I'd be in my bedroom eating while enjoying a good book. At school, we wouldn't have to go to the great hall, we could stay in our dorm rooms all of the time—"

"Yes but Snape's not used to chit-chat. He only speaks or listens when he finds use and meaning. Obviously chatting with you wasn't worth it," Draco interrupted. Seeing her frown, he said "don't take it personally, he does the same thing to me, and even to Dumbledore. You just need to get used to it."

"What are we going to do now?"

Draco blushed, "To be honest, I uh, —have to go to the bathroom—"

"What do you expect me to do about it?" she sneered.

"Well I could go, and you could just turn around and hum—"

"Oh no mister, there is no way that I am going to a bathroom with you while you take care of—"

"Ginny, if you're uncomfortable with going into a bathroom with me, we could just step outside, and I could take care of it out there—"

"Fine, we'll go to the bathroom, and I'll turn around, but when I need to go. You have to turn around too," Ginny stated.

"Why would I watch?" Draco smirked.

"I don't know, but you Slytherins—"

"Don't even go there Gin—we're on a peace treaty, remember?"

"Yeah, okay, lets go," she sighed.

They entered the restroom attached to Draco's bedroom. It was decorated in Slytherin colors—green and silver. It was rather large, about four times the size of her family's bathroom at home. It had a Jacuzzi bathtub, and a private shower.

"You really like green, huh?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah, but I bet a Gryffindor like yourself wouldn't appreciate it, you probably just adore red and gold." Draco snarled.

"Actually, I find them kinda, tacky. I prefer green, and have since my first year, but, with having six overprotective brothers and two overbearing parents—they would never let me wear it, let alone, show my fondness of it," Ginny said, shrugging.

"Well, when we're not working on potions, maybe you could get fitted for some Slytherin green robes—"

Ginny laughed, "Right, and come to school, and have Ron yell at me and then own Mum—"

"You wouldn't have to wear them to school, you could wear them around here, you'd look really good in green," Draco said, avoiding Ginny's eyes.

"I guess, but I'm just so used to wearing Muggle clothes over the summer. The only reason I wore robes today is because I thought Snape would refuse to take me in if I wore Muggle clothes. The only ones I have are the one's from school—"

"You mean, you don't have summer robes?" Draco asked, astounded.

"Draco, I'm a Weasley, do you honestly think I can afford summer robes?"

"Sorry, I forgot" Draco said, guiltily looking at the floor. Suddenly, his head shot back up, "I can buy them for you," he stated questioningly.

"No Draco, I will not accept your charity—"

He stepped closer to her, so that their faces were barely an inch apart. "But you'd look so sexy in green," he smiled.

Ginny looked up, "Draco—"

Draco cut her off with a gentle kiss. He pulled her closer to him with his free hand, and his had that was tied to hers gently interlaced his fingers with her own. She was stiff at first, but the deeper he kissed, the more relaxed she became. She ran her free hand through his hair. 'I think it's safe to say that he's forgotten he has to go to the bathroom,' she thought, mentally laughing.

Suddenly Ginny ended the kiss. She backed away from him, and let go of his hair and his hand, she however, didn't go too far, for she was still tied to him. "Crap," she mumbled.

"Come on Gin—it wasn't that bad kissing me, I would say you were enjoying it," he said smugly.

"Don't flatter yourself. Get one thing straight. You are a Malfoy, I am a Weasley, the two don't mix well. All we have to do is get to know each other's 'true self' and get along, and then the rope will fall off."

"Come on Gin, we are going to spend the entire summer here, and you're saying we're not going to kiss once?"

"You got your kiss, and that's the only one you'll get. I'm not in the mood or the position to be in a relationship—" said Ginny.

"Whoa, who said anything about a relationship. I just wanted to occasionally kiss a pretty girl, and you happen to be right in front of me."

"If you want to go kiss someone, call a Slytherin over, I'm sure they'd be more than willing—"

"Whatever, we'll talk about it later—in the mean time, I have to go to the bathroom," he said, walking towards the toilet.

Ginny turned around, blushing. She hummed loudly so she couldn't hear anything. Surprisingly, it worked. The only sound she heard was the flushing of the toilet. Draco walked towards the sink to wash his hands, dragging her along with him.

"So Snape tells me you'll be starting a healing potion tomorrow, and he wants you to write a foot-long paper on it," he said, while drying is hands.

Ginny nodded, "Draco, I'm really tired…where are we going to sleep?"

Draco looked at her "We can ask Snape to transfigure my bed to make it bigger, so we can sleep at a distance," he suggested.

"Do you think he'll do it?"

"Of course, I mean, he's cruel, but not that cruel, I mean, I wouldn't mind you in my bed, but I know you wouldn't go for it."

Ginny nodded again, "Thanks."

"No problem."

Ginny and Draco walked to Snape's study, finding him reading a large black book, reclining in a brown leather chair.

"Professor," Draco said. Snape looked up.

"What do you need Draco?" Snape asked, a little concerned.

"Do you think you could transfigure my bed to make it large enough for two beds?"

"Still haven't been untied yet?" Snape asked, slightly amused.

"No Professor, but we're working on it," Ginny said sincerely.

"Yes, I will transfigure the bed," he said, putting his book down and leading them in the direction of Draco's bedroom.

Snape muttered a spell under his breath and pointed at the bed. It doubled, now being a double-king size bed. "There, now Miss Weasley, I suggest that you grab your belongings from your room so that you don't have to drag Mr. Malfoy to your room whenever you need something. Who knows how long you two will be stuck to him?" Snape added, laughing as he left Draco's bedroom.

"Let's go—" Draco grabbed her hand (which was unnecessary because they were stuck to each other anyway.) and led her to her bedroom down the hall.

Ginny grabbed her trunk, but Draco took it from her and proceeded to drag her back. They went back to his bedroom.

Draco pulled of his robes, they were dangling over where the robe would be, then they quickly passed through. He changed into his dark green silk pajamas, when he was finished, Ginny turned around and giggled.

"What?" he asked.

"Oh, I've just never seen any guy in such fancy pajamas," she sighed.

"Do you like them?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"They're okay, I don't really care," she said honestly.

"Well what pajamas do you have?" he asked.

"You'll see, now turn around," she said. He remained still. She gave him the death glare, and he reluctantly turned around.

Ginny rummaged through her trunk, and pulled out a black nightgown, and she pulled off her clothes and quickly pulled her nightgown over. They were fairly decent pajamas, they showed her figures, but had extra padding to cover up certain areas.

When Ginny was done changing she walked towards the bed, sat down, and scooted over to the opposite end, letting Draco having one end, and her, the other. There was enough room that her left arm was extended out all the way towards Draco then the invisible chain had a full foot-and-a-half and Draco had his arm stretched all the way out. Even with all of this room, she still had a foot and a half before she reached the end of the bed. She felt comfortably far enough from Draco to consider going to sleep.

"Good night Ginny," he said groggily.

"Good night Draco," she sighed, and immediately fell asleep.