Ginny, a week later-
Of course I was shocked at what Malfoy had done a week ago in Potions, but I figured that with a boy like that, it was nothing to him. It just seemed awkward. I had only been in school for a week, but already I was getting behind in my classes. We had homework in every class, and I had my prefect duties. It was really starting to take a toll on me. I hadn't had decent sleep in days. Somehow, Hermione had managed to stay on top of everything, as did Draco, even with their Head duties. I had repetitively asked Hermione if she would help me, but she thought I would learn better if I did it all myself. Most of the other kids in my year were struggling as well, so I couldn't go to them for help.
I sat in the common room at a long table near the fire. It was almost midnight; everyone else had gone to bed. I pulled out a quill, ink, and a piece of parchment and began on the foot-long essay assigned by Professor Flitwick on charms that could change your appearance. I wrote as large as a could, trying to get finished, but my eyelids got heavier and heavier until I couldn't keep them open any longer and…snore
Draco (at the same time)-
I sat alone in my room. Everyone else was already in a deep slumber. Most of my bruises were starting to go away, no thanks to Weaselette, who had poked them all on the train. On to that thought. I loved to get back at Potter and Weasley, and she was the perfect tool to do the job. She was nothing more than a pawn in my payback and she meant no more to me than dirt. Or at least I think so.
I was getting restless, sitting by myself in the dark room, and so I decided that I would take a midnight stroll to go and see some old Slytherin friends. I knew they would be up, as it was only midnight and most of them were like me with their sleeping habits. I threw on my cloak and started down the stairs towards the common room. I peered around the room to see it was empty, except one little girl. Her hair was fiery red, and her skin, glowed as the light from the fire played across it. I could let her sleep. NAW. That would be too nice. Nonetheless, when I tried to wake her up, I shook her gently.
Ginny awakes-
"What-
"You should get upstairs."
I looked up and my eyes met a pair of silvery-blue ones. "Oh, thanks, but I have to get this essay done first. It's really hard, and I can't figure out anything else to write about. Where are you off to this late anyway?"
"Nowhere important." He responded, and to my surprise he took the seat next to me. He asked me for my essay, and so I handed it to him. He studied the paper as I studied him. What the hell was he doing? He spoke, "Well, its pretty good, but if you need to write more, then I suggest you include something on the hair-changing charm."
I must have looked confused because he spoke again. "I am guessing you don't know about those then?" He took out his wand and pointed it at me. I jumped, as this was instinct. He muttered a few words and my hair grew about a foot and became blonde. He magically made a mirror appear in front of me. I looked weird with blonde hair. "How do I change my hair back?"
He laughed, and then muttered something else. My hair was back to it curly, fiery red self. He smiled, I think he was trying to help me. This was weird.
"So, how did that work?"
"Just flick your wand and whisper 'changia pelo'."
"Thanks." I wrote that last tidbit of information down on my essay and was finished. Malfoy turned to leave. "Wait, Malfoy, can I ask you a question."
He came back and sat down. "Shoot."
"Well, on the train you know when you-
"It was an accident." He said it so simply.
"Oh, yeah that's what I thought." He turned as he was about to leave again, but I stopped him a second time. "Hey Malfoy," I said in a joking tone, "do you use that spell on you hair?"
He laughed. "No, babe this is natural." With that, he flipped his hair out of his face.
I had forgotten to thank him. "Hey, thanks for the help on my homework. I was beginning to panic."
"Yeah, yeah, but don't get used to it." Malfoy had a lot of sarcasm in his tone. "See you in class." With that he turned and left the common room. I wanted to call out his name, so that I could talk some more, as I enjoyed his company, but I didn't want to sound desperate or anything. After all, he had said the kiss was an accident, which was so much of a relief, but part of me wanted it not to be a mistake. I packed up my things and headed to my dormitory. If I was lucky, I wouldn't fall asleep in Potions tomorrow.