AN: Hey.

Seven

The small bar down Diagon Ally was around half full when Ginny and Draco apperated outside. It was a Sunday night so they expected no less as they went in. Taking up a stool they sat leaning on the bar, they'd had a close escape. Ginny had made the excuse of needing to go to the toilet and Draco simply disappeared off. Ginny was just about to apperated when Mrs Weasley banged on the bathroom door. Ginny had cursed flushed the loo and apperated in a desperate bid for freedom.

"So, we escaped Ginger." Draco said, "Your mother is very scary." He added.

Ginny laughed.

"She is most certainly very scary." She agreed taking a swig of her drink, "very scary in deed."

"No, scary is the wrong word." He said, "She's…"

"Intimidating? Insane? Mean? Old? Bossy?" Ginny offered.

"Ok I lied, she is just scary." He concluded.

Ginny laughed again.

"You know once she didn't speak to George for a month because he tried to teach me to fly."

"What? Why didn't she want you to learn how to use a broom?" Draco asked truly puzzled.

"Not with a broom. By flying I mean he tried to get me to jump off the roof." Ginny said.

This time it was Draco's turn to laugh.

"It gets worse, but I won't tell you about my Fred and George experiences."

"Go on, I bet they're more interesting than any I have."

So the two spent the evening swapping comic stories of friends and relations, neither noticing the fact that over the few hours they'd had a fair share of drink between them and the minutes were ticking by. Ginny glanced at her watch.

"'S eleven Bunny." She said tapping the clock face as if just making sure it was working.

"Time flies when your having fun Ginger." He smirked getting up.

"It does." She said quietly a small smile plying on her lips; his smirk vanished and was replaced with a true smile. "We should get going."

Draco nodded and paid for their drinks. They left the bar and began to stroll down the near empty street. The night air was cold; September in Britain was not that warm at night. Ginny shivered in her T-shirt and flimsy cardigan.

"Cold?" Draco asked.

"No." Ginny replied stubbornly, they continued walking.

Ginny felt something warm on her shoulders. She glanced sideways; Draco's jacket was draped over her shoulders and back. Draco was left standing in only his T-shirt.

"Thanks Bunny." Ginny said pulling the jacket on.

"Anytime Ginger, anytime." He said.

"We are in no fit state to apperate." Ginny commented rubbing her eyes, "What if we splinch ourselves?"

"Good point how would I explain that to your Mother." Draco said.

"if you enjoy having all your limbs you wouldn't." Ginny said.

Draco laughed nervously, he wasn't entirely sure she was joking.

"We could get the knight bus." Ginny said fiddling with the clasps on Draco's jacket.

"We could and we will." Draco said sticking out his wand arm.

There was a far off screaming of tires and finally in a violent purple blur a triple decker bus came screeching to a halt about a foot away from where they were standing. A man of around thirty got off he was also wearing a purple conductors uniform.

"Hello, I'm Stan Shudpike I will be your conductor for this evening…"

"Yeah, yeah whatever Stan." Ginny said; she was a regular user of the bus.

"Evening Gin, who's this dude you have with you, do I have competition?"

"Er…Stan this is Draco my flat mate." Ginny said motioning towards Draco.

"I bet he is." Stan said, "Where are we off to?"

"Home Stan, as usual." Ginny said punching the coins into his hand.

"I hope you have an enjoyable ride." Stan said sarcastically.

Draco and Ginny got seats at the back end of the bus it was a lot quieter down there and there was less chance of having to make polite, or impolite in Ginny's case, conversation with Stan. It was two stops until theirs and both were quiet. Draco was deep in thought when he felt something smack against his left shoulder. Looking down he spied Ginny's head on his shoulder. She was fast asleep. Draco chuckled to himself, she was such a character. She looked content asleep much like the other morning, minus the shoe pelting. The bus came to a screeching halt and Stan appeared.

"It's your stop, do you wanna wake the kid up." Stan said.

"Not unless you want to get pelted with shoes," Draco said to a perplexed Stan, "I'll carry her."

"What a knight in shining armour." Stan laughed sarcastically, then he was serious, "you look after her, she's a great girl. Keep an eye on her for me."

Draco nodded and scooped Ginny up.

"Come on Ginger, time for bed."

Ginny nuzzled into Draco's neck, this nearly made him lose balance as he climbed the stairs to the flat door.

BASH, BASH, CLICK

And the door was open. Draco's arms were starting to ache, badly. He pushed Ginny's door open and attempted to drop her onto her bed. Her arms still around his neck he was pulled within an inch of her face. He tried to remove her hands but she had a grip like a vice.

"Come on Ginger let go…" Draco said tugging at the arms.

Ginny gave a sharp tug back and Draco landed on his back next to her.

"Crap." Draco said as Ginny cuddled up to him. "Come on Ginger don't do this to me."

This only caused her to snuggle down more.

"I am so gonna get pelted in the morning." Draco said putting an arm around her shoulder and joined her in dreamland.

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Mike and Joyce crept into the flat just after one in the morning. Draco and Ginny were nowhere to be seen, obviously in bed. Joyce went off to check they were in. she tiptoed to Drake's room and gently pushed the door open. The sheets on his bed were crisp and unlaid on; he was nowhere in sight. Joyce frowned and went to check on Ginny, avoiding all the squeaky floorboards she turned the hand and entered her room. The pair were lying on the bed fully clothed and on top of the covers. Ginny had her arms round Draco and Draco had an arm draped around her shoulder. They were both smiling. Joyce stuck her head out into the corridor and motioned for Mike to join her. Mike approached; Joyce put her finger to her lips and pointed in the room with a satisfied grin on her face. Mike took a look and raised his eyebrows way, way up. Then he rummaged around in his pocket, pulled out a galleon and placed it in Joyce's outstretched hand. Joyce stuck her tongue out and went off to find a duvet they looked cold.

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AN: I'm not in a talkative mood. I am more pissed than an alcoholic. Please review for the sake of the little sanity I have left to cling on to. This is much appreciated.

Anyone else have an absolutely shite day?