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A first time for everything

"Ginny! Ginny, wake up." Draco looked down at her pale, face with the shock of red hair behind it. She looked almost like a China doll, as delicate as one also.

Ginny rolled over on the grass, and groaned.

"Are you O.K?" Draco asked, well aware of how stupid that comment seemed.

"Eugh, do I look O.K? I feel sick." Draco quickly removed his hand from Ginny's arm. "Why do you care, anyway? You hate me."

"I don't hate you. Besides, what if we're the only people left on the planet? I need you to repopulate." A faint smirk crossed his mouth.

"Eugh," Ginny said again, "You're disgusting."

"I probably should have told you what happens when you get to the border of a time stop." Ginny turned to look at him, mutinous.

"I have a right mind to be sick on you. Another word Malfoy …" Ginny threatened.

"OK, OK." He put his hands up. "Anyway, I've had an idea. Where were you when you realized everyone had disappeared?"

"In the library."

"Oh." Draco looked thoughtful for a moment. Ginny could see the sharp contours of his face as he sat next to her on the grass.

"Er, why? Where were you?"

"Flying."

"Flying, at this time of night? Are you insane? Whatever for?"

Draco seemed faintly embarrassed, "Well, we do, er did, have an important match tomorrow. I needed to practice one last thing."

"You boys are all the same. Obsessed. Harry'll love this. You know, he doesn't even eat before the matches."

"Well, that would be because I hex him beforehand to make him not hungry. Always easier to have a weaker opponent."

Ginny was horrified. "What?" she spluttered, then caught sight of the slight twitch of the corner of his mouth. "Clearly you want to be attacked Malfoy."

"Well, I have always wanted to be mauled by a girl." He stood up and reached a hand down to help Ginny up. She took it and smoothed out her robes.

A thought struck her suddenly. "Actually I was in the air. I had jumped up to grab a book from the top shelf."

"You must have to be touching the ground then for a time stop to work. It must be awful being short. Not only do you not reach books, but you run the risk of being left out of a time stop."

"Yes, it's always been my biggest concern." Ginny said sarcastically, mildly offended at being called short. Not that it was his most offensive insult ever.

They had reached the castle door. They exchanged a brief look, and Ginny took a deep breath as Draco slowly pushed open the door and stuck his head round.

"It's OK. Its empty." Ginny, relieved, followed Draco through. They stood uncertainly in the hallway. Ginny glanced at her watch to see it was midnight already. Her eyes felt heavy and her bones ached.

"I'm tired, I think I'll go back to the dormitories and get some sleep." Goodness knows what would be in store for tomorrow.

"Good idea." Draco replied, glancing around to check nobody was coming.

She headed towards the staircase and noticed that Draco was following her.

"Er Malfoy, Sytherin's thataway." She said pointing in the opposite direction.

He looked up at her, "I know, I was just coming with you to your common room to make sure you weren't attacked." He said this without blinking, or without a trace of embarrassment. Ginny didn't know what to say, I never knew Malfoy could be such a gentleman.

"Oh, thanks." She said, hoping her cheeks weren't burning.

"Well, and I want to see if I can find Potter's invisibility cloak. It might come in useful tomorrow."

Ginny felt vaguely hurt, unsure why, fairly certain he had said what he had to goad her.

"Fine," she said abruptly and carried on up the stairs.

They reached to portrait hole, the Fat Lady not in sight, of course. She reached out and slid it open. Draco hesitated for a second, sighed and resigned himself to the fact that he would have to enter Gryffindor territory and no, it would not be unfaithful to his house. Besides, he was more than slightly curious to see what it would look like inside.

The walls were painted a nice golden yellow, the sofa's with red and orange cushions. The fire had burnt down to a dying red glow, sending a wash of crimson light over everything.

"I'll get the cloak in the morning, I have to convince myself first that I'm searching through Harry's things for a good cause." Ginny said quietly.

"I thought you would relish the opportunity," Draco said in return, reffering to her crush on Potter in her first year. Admittedly, she had been out with a few people, so was obviously over it, but he couldn't help himself.

"I'm glad my love life provides you with so much entertainment, but you can go now." Now it was Draco's turn to blush. Feeling slightly guilty, but not sure why, he pulled open the portrait door.

He was just stepping through when there was a distant crash sounded, followed by reams of wicked laughter and shouting that they could not quite make out.

Both of them jumped and Draco quickly retreated back inside and quietly let the portrait slide to a close.

"You might as well just sleep here on the sofa. Saves having to go all the way back through the school. Besides I think something's going on down there."

Draco looked around the room and made a face. Ginny sighed,

"Oh, grow up. Nobody's going to know you slept in Gryffindor. I think it's better than a possible fate worse than death if you venture outside. I'll get you a blanket from upstairs."

Draco turned to look at Ginny and smiled, a proper, real smile. He actually looked quite beautiful, she thought. Stop that right now Ginny. Draco is horrible, Draco is horrible…

"Thanks. If there are any hot water bottles and bed socks, they would be welcome too." He looked at her with an innocent, hopeful look. Well, as innocent as Draco's face could look.

"In your dreams Malfoy." Ginny said, and disappeared out of the room.

He looked down at the nearest sofa, facing away from the portrait hole, and set about puffing the cushions up until they looked satisfactory. He lay down on it, wrapping his arms around his cloak and shut his eyes. Ginny isn't so bad. He thought. Very pretty... She doesn't go for guys like you, Draco. He wondered what his father would think. Associating with Weasley's was definitely not something on his agenda.

The door creaked open and Ginny came in with a couple of blankets and some pillows. She handed him the pillows, which he set about arranging behind his head, and she lay the blankets over him in a strangely motherly fashion.

"Good night Malfoy."

"Sleep well Weasley."

Ginny smiled as she walked for the final time that night up the staircase.

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