I awoke the next morning with something foreign and warm on me, which was a nice difference from the cold floor that I was currently resting on. 'I don't remember using a blanket last night…' I thought to myself as I started to actually wake up. When I finally opened my eyes I realized that it was not a blanket, but a cloak. A cloak that belonged to Malfoy. I slowly sat up and noticed that he was looking at me.

"Staring at me in my sleep, are you?" I asked.

"Maybe," he said coolly.

For a second I just stared at him in confusion.

"Or maybe I was just looking at my cloak, waiting for the moment I would be able to get it back," he added.

I slowly got up. "Thank you for that, you really didn't have to you know," I said as I handed it over.

"Well," he said as he looked into my eyes, "no one wants to sleep on a cold floor. Don't worry, it was nothing."

All I could do at the moment was stare at him in pure awe. Was he actually being civil, and dare I say, caring toward me? After a few more moments of staring on my part he broke the silence.

"You know Weaselette, the 'gaping fish' really is not your best look. I don't know about you, but I am absolutely famished."

I quickly closed my mouth. "And why should I share my food with the likes of you? Just so you could insult me after? I think not," I said in a huff.

"Oh, so the little Weasley has food, now does she? Thank you very much for that bit of information. As for insulting you, I do recall doing something nice for you last night. Now, before you start divulging in those sexual fantasies that just jumped into your head, I would like you to keep in mind that I only do nice things for people on very rare occasions."

By this time Draco had advanced quite considerably and was now towering over me. "And what rare occasion would this be?"

Draco looked at me for a few more eternal seconds before walking away and saying, "So Weasley, how about that food?"

"Look Draco, I am willing to share with you, but we need to clear something up first."

He looked at me to continue.

"I think we should call each other by our first names. I mean, we are locked in here after all, and it will help ease the tension."

"Ok, Ginevra, how about the food?"

"I didn't mean my full first name, but, fine. That's just fine. It's in my bag, just one minute," I said crossing over to my bag.

"Why on earth did you bring food to the detention?"

"Because I took a bath before coming here last night, and I skipped dinner, so Harry gave me the great idea of getting tons of food and shrinking it, so I could enlarge it when I wanted to," I said.

At the mention of Harry's name, his eyes clouded slightly. "So, Potter gave you the swell idea, did he?" he asked me as I rummaged through my bag in attempt to locate the food.

"Why, yes he did, Draco, and I think it's a great idea." I snapped back.

At this he chuckled slightly. What the hell is his problem? All I am trying to do is save us from certain death by starvation!

"Well, be that as it may, how do you intend to enlarge the food, pray tell?"

"With a wa…oh. McGonagall still has our wands, doesn't she?" I asked as I realized this little factor.

"Why yes, she does, just to ensure that we do not incinerate each other."

"Well then, we are just going to have to eat it small."

"Do we have enough?" he asked me.

"With all the food that Dobby gave me, I think we will have more than enough, even if it is shrunken." I said as I pulled out the food that he gave me. I piled all of the food that I had on the table. "Okay, how do you want to divide all this?" I asked him.

"Well, how about you get half, and I get half," he drawled sarcastically.

"You know what? That just might work! I am glad that you are so bloody brilliant!"

He looked around the room arrogantly. "I know."

I rolled my eyes, proceeded to divide the food, and gave him his half.

"There you go," I said as I gave him his food then sat down.

We ate in silence for a little while, and then I spoke. "Oh damn," I said.

"What?" said Draco as he gave me a strange look.

"Well, I just woke up, ate some food, and now have no way to get my teeth clean."

Draco then ran his tongue over his teeth and realized that he needed to clean his too.

"Yeah, I see your point," he said to me. "I think I know of something that will help."

Before I could ask him what the hell he was going on about, he disappeared into the potions closet.