I couldn't take it. Not right now. Ron would kill me, that much was certain. So I did the only mature, intelligent thing I could think of. Which, in this case, was to run for my life. I'd made it halfway to the library when I flew straight into someone.

"Easy there, Gin, wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." Instantly I relaxed. He helped me up, wrapping me in his arms.

"You're right. I wouldn't want to hurt myself, that would take all the fun out of it for Ron." Instantly the look in his eyes changed.

"You told him?"

"Not exactly. I told Hermione. Ron sort of, overheard." As I was explaining this to him we heard a "Ginny!" from a voice that sounded distinctly like Ron's coming from down the hall.

"Listen, Draco we sort of need to um, run. Quickly. Now." We ran down the hallway until we found a coat closet into which we sort of hurled ourselves.

"So what exactly happened?" He whispered, pulling me onto his lap.

"I was explaining to Hermione about us because, you know, they'd have to know sometime. So she said she wouldn't tell Ron, only he managed to walk over during the very last part of our conversation and overhear. At which point I tore off sprinting out of the common room." If I weren't afraid my brother was going to kill me I would have exploded in giggles by now.

"Tell me why the Gryffindors have to know again?" While I chalked it up to old habits dying hard, this statement still grated on my nerves.

"Do not press me on this issue right now, it's not important at the moment in the first place, and you should have figured it out already in the second." My response was harsher than I'd intended, but I didn't really think it through before talking to him.

"Feisty, aren't we?" He drawled, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Why whatever do you mean?" I replied, batting my eyelashes and feigning innocence. We both laughed for a minute before he pulled me closer to him to kiss him.

It was a good two or three minutes before I noticed anything go on outside, to put it mildly. Fortunately I did, however, as it was at precisely such a time that I heard Ron's voice outside. I pulled away from Draco, figuring that having Ron open the closet to our little scene might be too much for him to handle. Granted, his going into a temporary coma seemed favorable to whatever he had planned, but I decided to take the high road.

"Stay here," I said quietly, stepping out of the closet and putting on my most winning smile.

"Ron! Long time no see!" I said brightly, keeping my distance from my brother, who was being restrained by Harry and Hermione. Shit. Well that didn't bode well for my conversation. I took a deep breath and carefully explained the whole situation with Draco, how we were, yes, perfectly happy and had been for a month now, and that Ron had no reason to be angry and insane because nothing was going wrong. Sadly, that didn't do much to appease him.

"What were you thinking? Honestly! What… you… him… I… we…"

"Oh for God's sake Ron, form some actual words!" Ron's entire face was bright red and it was clear he was loosing the ability to speak rationally, so he just stalked off, which I can't say that I'm all that disappointed he did. Misreading my expression, however, Hermione came over to my side after a futile attempt to go after Ron and hugged me.

"Don't worry sweetie, he'll come around. Just give him time," she cooed as Harry read my face correctly and began to snicker.

"Mione, that's really great that you're supportive and all, but I really don't mind. I frankly don't care what Ron thinks of my relationships. It's not like we're getting married, so if he doesn't want to deal with it he won't have to." I replied frankly. At this point Harry chimed in.

"True, but Gin, you're going to have to put up with any snide comments and whatnot around him when we're all in a group."

"Whatever," I replied, rolling my eyes. "Just keep him from killing me, and we'll all be fine," I joked.

"Alright. We'll leave you be then…" said Harry suggestively.

"God, Harry!" said Hermione, trying to be indignant but failing miserably. After we all got over our giggles I bid them farewell and rejoined Draco in the closet.

"So what happened? I heard no screaming, no denouncing, no death… It sounds like Christmas in Gryffindor land," he remarked with his trademark sarcasm. Fortunately for him, he caught my expression and apologized. Very well, I might add…

"But really," he said, pulling away from me slightly a few minutes later. "What actually happened?"

"Let's just say you should be glad I only have one brother at Hogwarts now…"