Ginny excused herself after awhile, unable to take the awkwardness of the situation, and went up into her room to write in her nice, normal, muggle diary. Feelings of confusion washed over her once more, as she remembered what it had felt like to be held by Draco. She forgave him everything, it was clear that he was being tortured by what he had done. She had felt when she found him that he could be trusted, and she felt that she had been right. And she realized, that he must have told Harry everything that time when they had been talking, and that's why Harry had nodded. She realized that he knew everything, and wondered if he had been practicing legilimency or if he had just grown more able to read people. Now it seemed that only Ron was left out of the loop, but she wondered how long that would remain the case now that Hermione knew, or at least, could probably guess.

Then Ginny reminded herself that nothing was going on with Draco. They had just become friends and were comforting each other. A soft knock came at the door, and she went to open it. It was Draco.

"Do you want to be alone?" He asked quietly, not looking at her. Indeed, he seemed to find his feet strangely fascinating at that particular moment.

"No," she said. He came in, and they sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed for a moment.

"Do you hate me?" He asked so quietly she almost couldn't hear him. She shook her head.

"No. I understand." He nodded, still looking at his feet hanging off of the edge of the bed. She made him look at her and then took his hand.

"Friends, then?" she said.

"Friends," he said, in a voice devoid of all the bitterness that he was feeling. She wanted him as a friend then. But she had fit so perfectly into his arms, and her hair had smelled so good. He had wanted to hold her there and protect her from all the pain in the world, but he was the one who had made her cry, and he hated himself for it. How could she love him. Love. Did he want her to love him? Yes. He loved her. He'd never actually thought the words before. He burned to tell her, but he couldn't. Not after everything he'd just told her. It's a wonder that she wanted to be near him at all, when it was his fault that her handsome brother was forever scarred and would always eat his meat rare. He tried desperately to push the thoughts out of his mind by changing the subject. "When did you learn to do all of this magic? It's far beyond what we even learned in sixth year. We'd started with nonverbal magic, but hardly anyone could do it at all, and no one could do it without wands." She shrugged, as if dismissing her abilities.

"I don't know, honestly. Mostly, it just started with thoughts. I mean, as kids, didn't we all do some wandless magic, when we were upset or scared? Harry told me once he ended up on a roof and didn't know how he'd done it. So why, as adults, do we suddenly have to use wands? So I started thinking about that, and suddenly, my thoughts started manifesting. I started wishing that I didn't have to get up to get a cup of tea, and so one would appear in front of me. Took longer to learn to do more complicated stuff. I don't know why no one else does it." He looked at her, amazed at how simple she made it sound.

"Could you teach me," he said eagerly. She nodded.

"We should work on nonverbal stuff first. We're going to work on that with the others. It's easier I think if you start out with a wand. What?" She asked, seeing his disappointed look.

"My wand broke," he said. "When I was running away from the Death Eaters after the attack on Hogwarts. At first, we were running together, but then Amycus pointed out that I'd failed in my task, and so they decided to try to kill me. They thought I was weak, and a traitor." A dark look shadowed his face, and she put her arms around him to try to drive it away.

"We'll find a new one for you, somehow," she said. "I don't know where, now that Ollivander is gone. I've never heard of any other place for wands near here." He nodded, his eyes flashing with anger.

"He's on the other side, you know." She gasped, surprised.

"No, I didn't. I can't believe it." He shrugged.

"He's always had great admiration for the 'terrible' things that the Dark Lord did."

"This whole world has gone completely upside down. We don't know who to trust anymore, or who will be here tomorrow. I thought Dumbledore would always be here, and he's not." Draco nodded.

"And you're sitting here with me, and we're not trying to hex each other into oblivion." This made Ginny smile at him, a sight he thought he could see a thousand times a day and not tire of.