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"We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat!" –George Weasley

A/N: Hey – I'm feeling better but..my mom's sick now: but she's one of those super moms so she'll be alright in no time! Anyways – thanx for all the reviews you guys rock. A review makes my day – and I'm not really gonna type thankyous to ALL the people who reviewed my story cuz I know u want to get on to the story – but in my reviews I've responded every now and then so take a look! :-D Now read and review on!

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A depressed Ginny sat at the Gryffindor table nodding her head every now and then, while practically drowning herself in pumpkin juice.

"What's wrong Gin?" Hermione asked, looking confused on why Ginny wasn't listening to her babble on about her N.E.W.T. level classes. Ginny just groaned and plopped her head down into her arms.

She felt someone looking at her. The tingling sensation in the back of her neck increased, and it was irritating her. Finally, she gathered up all the energy she could, and lifted her head up to see who was staring at her.

Her brown eyes locked with silver. Draco smirked and looked back to Blaise, who was shoving food into his mouth, while talking to his friend next to him.

Ginny turned back around to Hermione, gave her a pained look, groaned loudly once again, and plopped her flaming red head back onto the table, her arms laying limp beside her.

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Draco looked over at the Gryffindor table once again, when he was sure she wasn't looking anymore. He saw a mass of fiery red hair on the table.

'What's wrong with her?' he thought, 'she's the perfect little weaslette, with her perfect family, and her perfect life. Her dad doesn't beat her mum, and her mum didn't run away.' He scowled.

Blaise glanced over at Draco's scowling face and raised an eyebrow.

"What's with you?" he asked, actually putting down his fork.

Draco shook his head, got up from the table while shaking Pansy off his arm, and left the Great Hall, mixed up in his jumble of thoughts.

He sighed as he walked, he didn't even know where he was going. He wanted to get away from everyone else.

'Where is mother? I want her to contact me, but she might be caught if she tried.' He thought, 'The bloody idiot probably sending people to look for her, obviously not wanting to ruin his stupid image. Would her kill her? What if she's not alive?' Draco suddenly stopped.

He needed to go somewhere private. He started walking towards his room, but then he stopped again. His roomates might be in there, and then he'd have to endure their pointless blubbering. He headed towards the Astronomy Tower, which was in the opposite direction, but then stopped once again. There might be couples in there.

He sighed and started heading back to his room, when a door appeared out of nowhere to the left of him. Confused, he slowly approached the door, opened it, and entered a room with a soft long couch in the middle with a few quilts and pillows, a raging fire in a fireplace, dim lights hanging from the celing, and a circular window on the far back wall.

This was exactly what he was looking for! "Amazing..." he said outloud as he made his way to the couch, where the quilts lay looking unbelievebly comfy.

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Ginny knew exactly where she wanted to go as she dragged her feet out of the Gryffindor common room and away from her hyper roomate, Melissa. She reached her destination and reached for the doorknob of a door that wasn't there a minute ago. She entered quietly and closed the door behind her.

"The Room of Requirement is my savior, I must be pretty low." Ginny sighed.

She walked to the couch and sat down next to a bundle of blankets. She smiled, getting giddy just by thinking about getting cuddled up in front of a roaring fire. The blanket twitched, but Ginny hadn't noticed, as she stared into the captivating red-orange flames of the warming fire.

She turned to the blankets, which now lay still, and pulled off the top blanket.

As soon as she noticed the sleeping blond boy she started sceeching, obviously unaware of anyone else in this room other than her!

A confused Draco sat up, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. His hair was sticking out everywhere, giving him a casual look.

Ginny stared open mouthed at Draco, completely bewildered on why he was in her thinking room.

Draco gained control of himself and glared at Ginny.

"What the hell are you doing in my room, Weasley?" he spat out, not as cruel as usual because of his sleepiness.

"Sorry, Malfoy," she spat back, mimicking Draco's tone, "I didn't know this was your God damn room."

Malfoy smirked, "The girl's got a tongue." He said to basically no one.

Ginny rolled her eyes and shot back, "yeah, and a brain. It's okay, don't feel bad, "she put on a face of fake sympethy, "just because you don't have a brain doesn't mean your...oh wait, never mind. So you're stupid. You'll get over it."

With the last word, she gave a short smirk, and left the room, all in one motion.

"Hot Bitch." Draco muttered as he too left the room in a swish of the robes.

A/N: Hey, hope u liked that chapter, I wasn't sure what to do , because I'm stalling until a certain time for a reason (grins evilly) but it'll get better – so read and review! I love my reviewers! Happiness overflows me! Getting too emotional...right...well on to the next chapter!