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Draco's POV

Draco woke up early the next morning, right now he was in the kitchen making soup. 'This does smell good, I think this is my best yet' Draco smiled to himself as his best was not that hard to beet.

"Morning sunshine," Draco said leaning in from the doorway, looking towards the couch where Ginny had just sat up, rubbing her eyes. She even looks good with her hair messed up Draco laughed silently to himself.

"M-M-Morning," Ginny replied trying to stifle a yawn. "What time is it?"

"It's 6:00, you've been sleeping for at least 24 hours," Draco laughed, "want some soup?"

"Yeah, I'd like some soup," Ginny smiled, "I didn't know you could cook," her smile turned into a playful smirk.

"Oh, but of course I can!" he returned an equally playful smirk, well, not really that well, but she doesn't have to know that now does she? "You think I could go out to eat every night when I'm at home?"

"Oh, yes that's right! No house elves to cook for you," her smirk now looked kind of inquisitive but Draco pretended not to notice.

"So, aren't you wondering how in the world you ended up on this couch?" Draco asked carrying the tray of soup towards Ginny.

"I guess it would be polite to ask, just so you can tell me the exciting tale about how you managed my rescue," Ginny sighed.

Draco laughed, "Yes well, I woke up in the morning and the storm had slowed down so I returned the blankets and carried you up to the castle," he said in a mock heroic voice as he set the soup tray down on the coffee table next to the couch. You're actually rather heavy, thank you very much. "Dumbledore said we could take the day off, seeing as we didn't get any decent sleep."

Ginny sat up and started on her soup. It was nice just chatting with Ginny, not in a cold cave but in their nice warm dormitory. She's so pretty when she eats soup,I wish I could tell her why I all of a sudden became friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Ginny looked up at Draco and caught his eye, he smiled, is she turning red?

"Draco, can I ask you a question?" Her expression was suddenly serious.

Draco was a little surprised, "yeah, sure, anything," her replied walking over to her. Oh, no.

"Why did you all of a sudden become friends with Ron, Hermione and Harry?" Ginny asked giving him an almost pleading look.

Draco looked as though he knew this was coming, he sat on the couch next to Ginny. "Last year, as you know, Voldemort was at Hogwarts. Later that year, as you also know, we, yes I say we, had to fight him again." Draco paused and took a deep breath, why won't she understand? Ginny gave him a puzzled look. "That day I…I," Draco looked at the floor, "I killed my dad, to save Harry's life." Ginny gasped and stared at Draco who was determined to stare at the floor. "Later that evening my mum was killed by Voldemort for passing information to the Order."

Ginny tried to think of something comforting to say but all she could think of was, "Oh." Why didn't I tell her this before?

"It's ok though," said Draco, reading Ginny's mind, "You needed to know sometime." Without warning Ginny threw her arms around Draco in a huge hug. Draco was shocked, Ginny was crying. He hugged her back awkwardly, she was saying something but he could not here her, she was sobbing very hard now and her head was pressed against his shoulder. Allrighty then, this is odd.

Finally, Ginny let go. She sat back against the couch looking a little embarrassed and wiping her eyes on her sleeve. Draco slid his arm around her shoulder and pulled her down so she was leaning against him. He looked down at her and she smiled. This is how it should be, just like this.