Coming to the next morning, Ginny rolled over, her eyes still closed. It would hurt to open them right away, because a film that has formed between her eyelids from last night's tears. She stretched out, slowly opening her eyes to realize she was exactly where she had fallen asleep, on the floor. The only difference was that she had a blanket thrown over her and a note next to her head. She opened the note which read:

Gin-

Left for class. I didn't want to wake you, you looked awful :-(
See you in class.

-your wonderful dorm mate.
(you know you love me!)

It took a while for Ginny to realize what this note really meant. She was late for class. She shot up faster than you can say 'late for class'. Any other class she would have just skipped, but not this one. This particular class was taught by the Spawn of Satan himself. He was cold, mean, sarcastic and unforgiving and Ginny was already failing. If she were to miss a day, she would be 4 days behind...

Now fully dressed, she grabbed her backpack and dashed out the door. Glancing at her watch she muttered a small obscenity and carried on running. As she drew closer to her classroom she slowed her pace. She thought, being 15 minutes late, it would be a good idea to try to slip in undetected. Turning the corner, the door to her classroom came into view. She felt her heart start to beat a little quicker. As she opened the door she heard him lecturing to the class. She walked in as quietly as she could, even though she knew it was in vain as all eyes were on her. After the dead silent "walk of shame" to her seat, he resumed his lecture, even though he was still eying her with his harsh stare.

As class moved along swiftly, as it always does, Ginny realized that not only was she late, but she, as had half the class, had not remembered the multiple essays due that day. To top that off, the work she had turned in was returned to her with low marks. Nothing was ever good enough for that man. By the end of class, she felt like crying in frustration and anger at not only her evil, evil professor, but at herself for letting him get to her again.

The rest of the day passed her by in a hazy blur. Her other classes went without event, but she couldn't stay focused. She carried on, made small talk with friends, showcased that wonderfully sarcastic wit of hers (picked up from you know who) on more than one occasion, and was generally pleasant, despite the happenings of that morning and her unnecessary episode from the previous night. She realized that now. It WAS unnecessary. She knows him. She knows he loves her and cares about her. She knows he needs time, and she understands it. But the thoughts... they just, happen. Without reason or warning, something sparks a thought and there she is crying on the floor again. She begins to think she IS crazy. Insane. Mental. Bipolar even. It seems fitting enough... or maybe... maybe she is just lonely. Lonely for him.

She is pulled out of her thoughts by someone or another talking about a party tonight. Contemplating this, Ginny starts to think a party might be good for her. It would get her out of her dorm, and keep her mind off of her loneliness. Plus, this is her last year of school; she might as well live it up. No reason to sit and sulk. With this as her motivation, she raced to her dorm to quadruple check the work due for her 'favorite' professor's class and get ready to parr-tay, even though she knew where her mind would be all night...

Some time around 7:00 A.M. an alarm sounds in the furthest corner of Draco's room. He puts his alarm in the corner farthest from him so he has to get up to turn it off. While this system of his gets him up, it doesn't make him any less hostile. Skulking over to turn off his alarm, he trips over his jeans from the previous night, and ends up stubbing his toe on the foot of his bed. Yes, this is going to be a fine day indeed, just like all the rest of them. He finally makes it to his alarm clock which seemed to be mocking him throughout the entire ordeal to shut it off. He grabs a towel and starts to make his way towards the bathroom down the hall. On his way, he notices the shape of his flat... not good. There were take-out containers strewn about the kitchen, dirty clothes thrown around his living room from those nights he doesn't make it to his room and ends up stripping and sleeping on the couch. In short, his poor flat was in desperate need of a cleaning. He decides that as soon as he gets in to work, he will hire a maid.

Now in the bathroom, he turns on the shower full blast, so hot that the mirrors immediately reacted to the steam. Stepping in, he allowed the boiling water to awaken his senses. Bracing himself on the wall with his arms, he allows his muscles relax as the water streams down his finely sculpted back. He stayed in this position for quite some time, thinking. Today was one of his days to see his father at the hospital, not something he usually looked forward to. His mind turned to the night before and his last thought before he fell asleep, but he quickly turned his thoughts to something less... depressing. He had to be at the top of his game on the days he has to see his father. He never knew what to expect. Last time, he was called Marco, and told he looked smashing in his tux. He was not wearing a tux. After that, they had played a game of "guess how many grapes I can fit in my mouth at once", which lasted majority of the visit. Not only was his father a handful in himself, poor Draco had to suffice to dealing with the comments from people whom think his situation is worth laughing at. Draco always had to deal with criticism in school on his own, since he never had any real friends, and now that he was out of school it was no different. Every time he walks into the hospital, the usual people, old classmates who now work there, whisper and giggle, saying he deserves everything he gets. This makes him bitter. Really, no one deserves to be in this predicament. But Draco sucks it up and carries on, hurt pride and all.

Even though he has turned off the water, he still stands there, paralyzed by a combination of his thoughts and his exhaustion. Finally getting out, he makes his way to his room and gets dressed and ready to leave for the hospital. Fully dressed he walks toward his nightstand to retrieve his cell phone and to choose one of the many expensive watches littering the small table. Glancing over the surface, one stands out in particular. Its the one Ginny gave him the day he graduated. Whenever they were together, he'd always ask her the time because he was too lazy to look himself, so she bought it for him as sort of a joke. It was not as glitzy and glam as his other ones. What seemed expensive to her was like change to him. It didn't matter. It came from Ginny out of love and playfulness. Opening the clasp he saw the script. Love you, Ginny. No clever phrase or witty joke. Simply her name. That made that watch worth more to him than any other he could possibly own. Securing it on his wrist, he grabbed his keys and walked out the door for another long day...