Author Note: Urgh, school's starting. I have minor writers block from too many thoughts (yes scary isn't it? --): Plans, activities, eating, sleeping, and homework must be considered. Other then that this is a very fluffy chapter and I have a hangnail--enjoy! )


Nemo Autem Mei Amor
Chapter Six


She needed to learn something to punish Malfoy--badly.

When they had their 'little argument' she accidentally finally told him who she was with to earn her lovely detention and now every time Harry tried to talk to her, guess who was around the corner? (Sometimes literally) Right, Malfoy the biggest prick of the school--no, not big enough, Ginny thought evilly as she glared at him from across the room, he's the biggest prick in the world--no, in this centaury. Somewhat pleased at that observation she stretched her legs with a sleepy yawn. She was mad of course, and tired too but going to sleep now would mean---

Being in bed with Malfoy.

Closing her eyes for a moment she pinched the bridge of her nose before opening her eyes and shifting in her seat. Something wasn't right. The fire was burning brightly as it was, the clock ticked and tock lazily, the seats hadn't moved---

Malfoy was missing.

How could someone move that fast? She thought with a wrinkle of her nose. Dismissing any further thought of Malfoy she let her head dropped somewhat to the side and closed her eyes again. She was so tired; it was about half-past ten at night and she had finished her homework. It would've been a lovely time to sleep until she had to wake up for the day she had detention with Snape but then she didn't want to be with Malfoy. She was angry with him, she had to remind herself that but then wouldn't it be better to be mad at him and be comfortable? In his arms? Sleeping.

Her eyes snapped open.

Her lips dropped into a frown; she could admit that she did like how easily she slept around Malfoy but she didn't. There was nothing in the world that could convince her to tell anyone- or Malfoy, for that matter -that she liked waking up and sleeping next to him. Nope, nothing--

But sleep.

With a small and unnoticeable whimper- that could've been known as a grunt -Ginny titled her head slightly at a sudden as an odd feeling trickled down her spine. With her brows creasing forward slightly, she turned her head to the right at the feeling of someone staring at her. No, no one there, she reassure herself before looking to the left and--

"So, there's where you went," she mused aloud but not on purpose. Although, the usual blush was hard to fight as she yawned and blinked her eyes at the feel of tears lining at the edge of them.

Malfoy cocked his head to the side, an air of calm hanging around him. Closing her eyes she tried to ignore the fact that she could just lean over and lie on the couch so she could fall into a blissful sleep. Must stay awake, she thought wearily. She soon forced herself to think of random things: Dumbledore in boxers…Snape in a dress…Malfoy in a dress…Malfoy in his boxers…Malfoy standing right over her…

"Hmm?" she blinked her eyes and found him leaning over her.

"Tired, Freckles?" he asked, humor floating in his voice.

"Nnh?" she managed out before feeling herself being picked up as if she weighed the weight of a feather. Leaning her head against his chest she smiled unconsciously and leaned her head onto his chest while breathing in his regular soapy scent that had a slight spice to it (that also made Ginny's smile twitch higher). Without another thought, she fell to sleep in his arms possibly not even before he reached the bedroom.

When Ginny woke the next morning she let out a soft groan; her throat felt dry, her head was pounding, and it was too hot. Much too hot for her liking; blinking open her eyes she found herself lying in bed, with the curtains to the room wide open with light flooing through. Giving a dry cough she winced at the sudden pain at her head before looking around the room and finding it empty but that wasn't what puzzled her. What puzzled her was how she came here, in bed, and woke up this morning--

"Oh god," she moaned, while removing the blanket off her and finding it suddenly cold when she did so; she was late and--and--

Mad.

So mad that she wanted to hurt something--no, kill something and she knew who, she thought as she began to swagger to the bathroom. But where was--

--The main door to the room opened and the person Ginny had been looking for entered; his eyes traveling to the bed before he cocked his head slightly to look at her. "What are you doing up?" he asked, his eyebrow moving upwards slowly.

Her eyes narrowed at him while she wrenched open the door. "Class you bonehead," she snapped, entering the bathroom and grabbing her red toothbrush, which on the bottom read: G.M.W. As she brought it up to her mouth the charm that was on it formed a perfect amount of toothpaste.

"Bonehead," he said, poking his head into the bathroom, "that's a new one and I'm not to sure you should be going to class---you've missed half of them already."

Ginny sputtered against the toothpaste and brush. "What?" she asked, the form escaping her mouth and began to travel down the side of her chin. "And you let me miss them?"

He nodded.

Ginny flushed in anger.

"You stupid, blond--"

"Much as I love to be complimented," he said, his lips curving upwards slightly, "I have to stop you. First, you ought to wash your face and rinse because as lovely as you look in your shorts and top I'd rather you look more lady like then a rabid dog--"

Ginny eyes narrowed at him before she reluctantly rinsed and began to wash her face.

"--Second, you're running a fever and I can't let you go to class. I've only come to bring you some food and check up on you." Face washed, she wrinkled her nose to keep from sneezing before reaching for her brush and glaring at him through the mirror. "Of course," he said eyeing her back through it as she untangled her hair with a few sweeps of her brush, "you mustn't waste your energy on complimenting me--even though I did skip a few classes to check up on you and it was hard to get those ruddy house elves to get you some food. Not to mention carrying it up here without anyone noticing--"

Ginny sneezed before placing back her brush down and rolling her eyes at Malfoy.

"--Yes, of course keep up you're energy. But don't expect me to care for you like this every day, eh?" he asked, as she turned around and swagger over to the door with a weak yawn. "Does it even bother you that I've said that?" he asked, his voice slightly agitated that made Ginny smirk as she twisted her face away so he couldn't see.

Regaining her blank look Ginny looked at Malfoy who had followed her out of the bathroom. "Did you say you brought food?"

Malfoy's jaw muscle twitched slightly and Ginny smiled pleasantly at him as he answered: "yes, I've brought you food," he said, through gritted teeth.

Ginny giggled which surprised him and caused her to giggle even more. "I like seeing you angry," she said, seating her self onto the bed before lying herself on it with a yawn; with her legs partly covered by the blanket and her head on one of the pillows. "Suppose it's just as funny as when you get me angry, huh?" she asked, pulling up the blanket higher before lifting herself up slightly to find Malfoy seated next to her with a bowl in his hand.

"Eat," he said, tapping his wand on the bowl so that it kept in it's levitated position before letting it drift over to Ginny who yawned and relaxed against the headboard of her bed. She reached for the spoon, but then a brilliant idea came over her.

"Malfoy?" she asked innocently, her eyes lashes fluttering bashfully. Malfoy, who had rested one of his elbows on the arm of the chair and began to pick at his nails, merely raised his eyebrow as he looked at her. "Could you feed me? I'm suddenly feeling weak."

"No, you're not," he answered, before getting up and sitting in front of her, "but fine; there's bound to be a point in this right?"

Ginny blinked- her headache subsiding slightly -as Malfoy dipped the spoon into the bowl and placed it in front of her; was there a point? Why had she asked him to do this? It didn't make sense at all and it only left her--

"Not hungry? Or are you trying to make me angry again?" he asked, jerking the spoon gently so that the liquid swooshed back and forth slightly at the movement.

--Confused.

"Or is it too hot? I swore I placed a cooling charm." She did again; she giggled. But he seemed to ignore it this time as he blew gentle onto the spoon before placing in front of her mouth again.

She opened her mouth and ate, or more drank, it before smiling at him as he concentrated on the next spoon. Despite it having too much pepper and the soup being a little too cold Ginny ended up thinking that it was perfect.

Later that evening, Ginny woke up to find Malfoy still up and scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment nearby. "What're you doing?" she asked, her voice coming out in a croak in which she covered by clearing her throat. He paused for a moment and instead of waiting for him to answer she wrapped the blanket around her and sat next to him. "What time is it?"

He placed his quill down and turned to her, without a word he raised his hand to her forehead. "You don't feel warm," he said, "feel any better?"

"Yeah, tons," she said, her mouth forming a shy smile as a light pink touched her cheeks, "thanks by the way." She turned her head away and tucked her hair behind her ear; she was supposes to be mad at him. Angry at him for pushing away Harry and--

--Detention.

"Shit," she said, looking over at Malfoy who seem to read her mind as a smirk graced his face.

"You don't have detention tonight," he said, "You should thank me for that too. I talk to Snape for you and--" he stopped. Ginny sniffed and gave him a watery smile. "Are you crying?" he said slowly, his face leaning towards her slightly.

She gave a small 'ha' while leaning her head back and blinking back the sudden flow of tears. She didn't understand it and it was frustrating that she didn't get how Malfoy easily got to her. Swallowing, she leaned forward too so their faces where close. She could smell his breath as she continued to lean in, it smelled like mint and she guessed he had already prepared for bed. Inching closer she watch as his eyebrow raised up so slightly that if she had remained in her proper position she wouldn't have noticed. Closer, she inched until their forehead touched and she could hear his breath come short then--

--Conk; she bumped her forehead with his before withdrawing with a giggle as she studied his dazed expression. He blinked and his mouth curved upwards into a smile as she covered her hand with her mouth in attempt to calm her giggles.

"And you call me odd," he said, before shifting slightly away from her on the bench that sat before their desk in the bedroom. "Here, sit next to me. I've changed the lyrics to the song," he said, passing her the parchment as she lifted herself and sat next on the spot he patted--vaguely realizing how close she was sitting, she took the parchment before reading it.


It was too early that everything fell around us
Too soon that the pain began
And too late did it heal
It's been ages since I've ran--
Ran back to you

Ginny clicked her tongue against her teeth in an annoyed manner when she found he messed up the rest enough so that she could only make out a few words that hardly made any sense. "Don't be so happy about it," Malfoy said, his voice right next to her ear, "it's not grand I know. But I'm not great at being creative--although, Mother seems to differ--"

Ginny's lips curled into a smile.

"--Hence the fact that she placed me into piano and made me promise to continue at school," he continued on, taking the parchment out of her hands, "which is why we have one in our quarters."

"I like it," Ginny said, before cocking her head slightly in interest as Malfoy began to pile up the scrap pieces of paper in the trash and some of the scribbled on parchment into a pile, "but who's the one you keep running back to?"

He paused, looking at her with a frown on his lips before shaking his head. "No, not yet," he whispered, "I can't tell you yet."

"Oh so I don't have to worry about you loving her more then?" she asked, her voice light in a joking manner hoping to ease the strained atmosphere that was surrounding them.

His lip curved up slightly before coming back to his frown but somehow, Ginny felt her shoulders relax. "No, you'll never have to worry about that," he said before raising an eyebrow, "Can I trust that you won't love Pothead more then me?"

"Pothead?" she asked, her brows inching forward at the comment as a ghost of a smile appeared on her lips.

"Yes, suits him doesn't it?" he asked, his lips curving back up again.

Ginny wrinkled her nose before giving him a slight shove. "No, you don't have to worry about me and Harry but I want you to at least try and be nice--or nicer."

"Fine," he said, "long as you don't give me the cold shoulder again like you did last night."

Ginny rolled her eyes before thrusting her hand out, with a smirk and a wink at Malfoy who raised an eyebrow at her antics. "Deal," she said, wiggling her fingers slightly as she waited for him to shake them and agree. He didn't though--

--Not right away at least.

Instead, he leaned over and pecked her on the cheek before grinning at her flushed face. He gripped her hand in his and gave them a hand shake before saying back, in a quiet voice that mirrored the voice he used in the infirmary: "deal."