The moment in the library had been their last quiet moment alone together for a while. The next morning the Order launched a full and complicated campaign, the likes of which they had not yet attempted. For some reason, with both Draco and Ginevra present everyone felt they could achieve anything. There was an energy that ran between them, that fed off of them, and filtered into those around them.

Ginevra had stepped up once again and pulled Draco with her. It was evident and uncommented upon that they each had an equal vote with Remus as to what was done how and when. Remus, for his part, was glad she was finally living up to her potential and grateful for the help. He had not been too anxious to take on the responsibility of running the Order and now he no longer had to, at least not alone.

Draco adjusted quickly. It was natural for him. He had been a rather high ranking officer in the Dark Lord's army and now he was one of the highest in the Order. He truly had changed. He was relaxed now, even when contemplating the darkest war in the history of Britain he had a way of seeming to be at complete ease. He smiled now, more than smirked, though the smirk still made its appearances. He laughed. His eyes shone and he had a way of making people feel safe and at ease around him. It was a strange contrast to Ginevra.

Ginevra had a way of inspiring people to be better and Draco made them feel like they could. People wanted to live up to Ginevra's standards and felt as though Draco's leadership made it possible. It seemed as though disappointing or hurting Ginevra was the worst offense you could make and having Draco look down on you or reject you was the worst thing that could happen.

On the other hand, people felt close to Ginevra, everything was personal with her and you knew she cared and was compassionate. Draco didn't let people close. They knew he cared about them, but it was much more subtle and distant.

They were the same and yet they were opposite. In business he was personal and friendly and you felt at ease while she was challanging and authoritative and you felt compelled to improve. In everything else she was warm and open and you felt welcome and loved while he was civil and kind and you felt appreciated and respected but distant.

The weeks were passing and battles were becoming more frequant. More often they were started by the Order rather than met. Draco and Ginevra tried to be present at as many as possible, but more frequently only one would make it if either of them did. Even with Draco helping her, Ginevra had failed to free one person since he had come over. No one would follow her off the battlefield anymore and eventually she gave up trying.

The war was locked. Neither side was making much progress. The Order was slowly nearing the point where they could turn the tide, however. Ginevra only prayed they would get there before Harry returned.

"I'm telling you, if we confront them there it will quickly spread and to many civillians will be hurt, even if we evacuate the area now." Ginevra was in a debate with Draco about whether or not to engage in battle in Diagon Alley.

"In Hogsmeade..." he hesitated, "right, Hogsmeade is a small town, thoroughly wizarding, nowhere to spread to...Then how do you suggest we get them away from Diagon Alley?" He ran a hand through his hair, a mark of confusion he only indulged in when they were alone. They had learned that four or five death eaters were always present in Diagon Alley and were trying to figure out how to remove them.

"I don't know." She leaned back heavily in her chair and rested elbow on the arm and her head on her fist. "But we have to do something soon. They have to be there for a reason, maybe if we knew what that reason was..." She trailed off.

"But we don't." He sat down and stared at the papers before them.

She rubbed her eyes with her free hand and failed to stifle a yawn.

"When was the last time you slept?" He looked at her with concern in his eyes.

"Um..." she tried to think. "Remus had just returned from the north so you woke me up for a meeting. Then he went south and you went west and we've been so busy here ever since..." anything else she was going to say was lost in another yawn.

"That was three days ago! And that was a nap I woke you up from. You hadn't slept more than two hours." He shook his head and stood to walk over to her. "Before that nap it had been 32 hours without sleep for you. You can't keep doing this to yourself. This is the third time I've caught you going without sleep." He bent down and picked her up, ignoring her protests.

"But Diagon Alley..."

"If I can't figure it out we'll deal with it when you wake up." He continued as if that little interruption had not taken place. "Not to mention the countless times Pansy has needed to inform me that you won't sit down for a meal and insist on only eating a bite here and there on the go." He made his way upstairs and she leaned her head agaisnt his chest, resigned to her fate. "If you don't start taking care of yourself I'm going to start limiting my trips to the perifery to times when Remus or Nott are here." She opened the door to her room for him. "In fact, I'll just stop going. They don't know how to make you do anything." He smiled slightly and laid her on the bed.

"You...you ha..." she yawned again.

"Exactly. I have to go. So sleep! and eat!" She smiled up at him.

"Yes sir." She snuggled up under her covers and looked up at him. He was sititng on the edge of her bed, one hand resting on the other side of her head supporting his weight.

He looked down at her and smiled warmly. "That's better." His free hand came up to gently remove some of her hair from her face and he started to lower himself down to her. Their eyes were locked. His hand came to rest on top of her hair and the longest strands of his were brushing her forehead. He tilted his head to the side a little and she closed her eyes. Something crashed downstairs and she felt his head fall next to hers on the pillow in exasperation. "No, you stay here." The hand that had been supporting her weight went to her shoulder to keep her from getting up as she was trying to do. "I'll take care of it. You sleep."

She could here him mumbling under his breath as he left her room. She smiled to herself and remembered their first time on the battlefield together as she drifted off to sleep.