Ginny could her Draco's light footsteps quickly descend the stairs. Losing all rational thought, Ginny ran to the door and yelled at Draco's retreating back "Snape is a spy for the Order!" Draco froze, his hands steadied himself on the wall.
He slowly turned to face Ginny, the confusion evident in his face, "What?" was all he could manage to say.
"Snape, he's been secretly working for the order all this time. I don't want word getting back to Dumbledore that you're a death eater! I know this is selfish Draco, but I don't want Snape to ruin us!"
"Snape is a spy for the light? He's managed to convince Voldemort that he is actually a spy for Dumbledore," Draco's cool composure seemed to have faltered upon learning that his trusted potions master was a spy, "how will this put me in danger?"
"If Snape knows you're a Death Eater, he'll tell Dumbledore and you'll be hunted down by the Order!" Ginny said frantically.
"I was initiated over the summer, Gin. Dumbledore probably already knows. Right now, the only danger I'm in is facing the Cruciatus curse by Voldemort's wand for my lateness. I must go Ginny…it is my duty after all." The urgency and fear was radiating from Draco and Ginny reluctantly decided to let him go.
"We'll talk about this when I come back, love," Draco whispered as he strode forward and gave Ginny a quick kiss on the lips, "Don't worry."
But Ginny did worry. A single tear slid down her cheek as she watched him run out the door. She would worry every time he was called to a summons, worry that he would be tortured to insanity or cursed to death. Continuing her musings Ginny slowly entered Draco's newly restored Head Boy room and took in her surroundings. The spacious room had a surprisingly warm feeling with deep rich woods and a plush rug that snuggled her toes. Curiously Ginny hopped on the bed and immediately sank into it's softness; having heard rumors of the fine silk sheets that Draco often bedded witches in, she tentatively pulled back the lush dark green cover and let out a shriek of laughter. Draco slept in cotton quidditch sheets! Ginny's eyes lit up as she watched snitches move about on the well worn in sheets; Draco's boyish quirk made her heart swell with love. Obviously, these were the sheets he slept in when he wasn't planning on seducing a witch or maybe no girl was lucky enough to have actually been shagged in his heavenly bed.
Reluctantly removing herself from Draco's bed, Ginny continued to explore the room and found the large space, no matter how warm the atmosphere, rather cold. Ginny walked past the plush chairs in front of a grand fire place and whispered a charm to light a fire. Warmth instantly filled the room. After admiring Draco's marble bathroom and feeling the warm fluffy towels, Ginny walked back into the bedroom and began digging through Draco's drawers. Stripping off her outfit, she pulled on a green t-shirt and boxers, inhaling Draco's scent as she did so. Ambling over to the Draco's desk, she conjured to cups of cocoa (with marshmallows of course) for their chat later. Turning away from the table, she cast a heating charm on the mugs and snuggled into Draco's bed. She forced herself to stay awake, but the softness of the bed and the power of Draco's woodsy scent gently led her into a peaceful slumber.
A/N sorry! It's been over a year since my last update and HBP came out over the summer. Naturally, that book screwed with my original story line, so I'll try to work in a little bit of HBP and stick with my story. If you're still reading, thanks for bearing with me!
Oh! And a new chapter will be coming really soon, like in a few days, I just have to get used to writing fanfiction again! Lol. :)