Soo, this time the chapter comes much sooner than they usually do, which I hope at least some of you will be excited about. It picks off in the morning, however, so I hope not too many of you are disappointed by that. If you would like to read the missing bedroom scene anyway, let me know in the reviews and I might just write it. I guess I am just really shy about writing smut. Anyway, enjoy!

The first thing Ginny noticed upon waking up was that her sheets were unusually soft. A funny thing, but they just felt so different from how they usually were, all silky, almost caressing her skin.

The next thing that dawned upon her fuzzy mind was the fact that she was not alone in the bed. At first, that confused her greatly, but then she slowly started remembering the events of the night and suddenly she was perfectly aware who was the owner of the hand resting on her hip. As the memories flooded her, Ginny could only lie still, tangled between the sheets, legs intertwined with the girl that lay behind her.

It had all happened way too fast for Ginny and she wasn't ready to deal with the consequences of the night, why, even the mere implications that it brought with it (more like facts now, but she insisted on calling them implications in her head) were outrageous to the redhead's confused mind.

A decision made, Ginny slowly started extracting herself from the big tangle of limbs that were her and her bunk buddy. Asking whatever forces that were at work up there to keep Hermione asleep, she managed to get away from the brunette who made a few small noises but continued to rest.

She is not cute, dammit! Get your shit together Ginny! Refusing to let her eyes travel any lower than her friend's - or was it lover's now? - face, although she might have wanted to, she looked around the room.

She noted it was huge and very well furnished, at which she felt slightly jealous, but her bedroom wasn't all that bad, just lacked privacy. Their gowns lay on the floor in pools of fabric and Ginny cursed quietly upon realising that she couldn't put the dress on without the help of another.

Resigning to snatching something of Hermione's, she tiptoed to the closet and grabbed the first shirt and jeans that she saw.

Thanking her luck when she succeeded to dress in silence, she spared a last glance to the brunette slumbering on the bed and with a pang of regret squeezed out of the room, the gown from last night folded in her arms.

As she stepped out into the common room of the Heads' living area, she expected a huge mess which was usually found in the wake of a party, but found none to be there. The room also looked completely different from what she had seen yesterday, the dark, mysterious atmosphere replaced by warm pastel tones and a lively feel to it, although some dramatic elements remained, like the stained glass windows or the terrace that looked out onto the school grounds. She couldn't help but be amazed that this was actually how their place looked on an every-day basis.

Someone cleared their throat and Ginny spun around ready to defend her case but was faced with Draco behind the counter, pouring steaming water into a mug. "Morning, kitten. Tea?" He was already waving his wand so another mug joined his from a cupboard and poured water into it too.

"Sure, I guess…" She walked over to him and accepted the mug that now also held a teabag of strong black tea.

"I see you crashed over at my lovely roommate's. How is the perfect prude, by the way? Did she enjoy the little peek into the debauchery she could indulge in if she weren't so stuck-up?" Feeling her face warm up, Ginny quickly let her hair fall in front of her face to cover up her embarrassment. She couldn't let the blond know anything out of the ordinary went down yesterday.

"Uhm, I don't know, didn't ask. I just made use of her room… It's not like we get along or anything…" Mentally slapping herself almost immediately after that left her mouth, she tried to make herself look impassive. She had, after all, become pretty adept at not letting her emotions show.

"Right, of course, what with her being part of your old crowd…" He grinned at her and took the teabag out of his mug while assessing her with his eyes. Both of them were aware that he was fishing for more information, but she wasn't letting up. Even though she got along with the guy and he had been a pretty good friend to her in the last month or so, she still couldn't trust him, and the curious glimmer in his eyes only reinforced that notion. She had learned of his thirst for knowing everyone's secrets by now and she didn't intend to indulge him on her own front.

"Fine, be that way. You are going to tell me about this sooner or later, Ginny." He sipped on his tea and the redhead couldn't help but let a small smile take residence on her face as she noticed that he did look somehow disappointed.

Taking out her own teabag she cursed lightly, knowing that the tea would be too strong for her because she left it in too long, she took a few sips of her beverage and tried not to cringe at the taste.

"Besides, I'm not the one who has explaining to do. What would the ladies of Hogwarts say if they knew two of the hottest studs were actually shagging each other?" She surprised herself with the playfulness of her tone. While she had been ridiculously bothered by that new knowledge yesterday, she found that she didn't find it as disturbing anymore. Especially in view of last night's events…

Another mental slap followed that and she quickly forced the resurfacing memories back down, not ready to open that particular can of worms just yet. One shocking thing at a time was how things were best handled.

Draco too viewed her curiously, remembering very clearly how she had gotten worked up about it yesterday and assessing her changed attitude. "Well, some of them do, you know," he winked, letting it slide for a while. He would ponder the mystery that was Ginny Weasley later on.

"Everyone who was at the party yesterday, for example. But these people know how to keep their mouths shut… If we are already on this topic, how did you find out?" He had initially been completely gobsmacked when she had brought it up yesterday, but Pansy calmed him by telling him it had come up with the two of them. He was now more interested in how the redhead would reply to the question, since she couldn't know Pans had already told him how she knew.

Ginny watched the blond closely over the edge of her mug and noticed that glimmer of curiosity in his eyes again, which set of all kinds of alarms in her head. Is this some kind of test from him? She pondered him for a few more seconds before making her decision. "Pansy and I were talking yesterday and it just sort of came up… I was made to believe it wasn't such a big deal?"

Downplaying her previous reaction to the news seemed like the best course of action and Draco couldn't completely conceal his surprise when she answered his question truthfully. Ginny also had to admit she got a real kick out of making Slytherins show their emotions, even if just for a few seconds. It was such a rare occurrence, and so rewarding to the redhead who loved to try to decipher people's thoughts just from their facial expressions and posture. As far as she was concerned, it was a form of art.

"It's not, as long as you keep it to yourself," he returned, though he was now looking her over with a different shine in his eye which she couldn't quite decipher.

"Oh, look at the time, I should get going," she exclaimed with fake surprise in her voice and leaned in to peck Draco on the cheek before picking up her gown and heading for the portrait. "Be seeing you, Malfoy!"

"Damn sure you will," he called behind her begrudgingly, knowing full well that she escaped the opportunity for more questioning and potential new knowledge for him.

Reaching the dungeons and entering the Slytherin common room, Ginny was in a much better mood than before, but when she read the new announcement on the noticeboard, her face split into a grin.

Quidditch try-outs will take place next Friday after lunch hours.