I very much want to thank Lost Enchanter, AlaiLuver, RedheadObsession and harrypotterchick4ever for their reviews. I haven't had any for a few chapters and thought maybe my story was a bit naff but I have to finish as I'd feel a bit bad leaving the story in my head and not getting it out! But it was lovely to get some nice reviews so thank you for making my Easter Sunday even happier than it already was (finally got to do some gardening!!)

Lost Enchanter, I'm going to R&R your new chapter as I LOVE you story and thanks for the congrats, countdown was 8 weeks yesterday and I've only just managed find out where my wedding dress had ended up (long and quite painful story, maybe I could use it as inspiration lol!!) wondering if I can finish the story before my honeymoon but I know I have quite a few chapters in my head and not a lot of free time at the mo!!

I tried to condense this a little, let me know how you feel it went. :o)

"I will answer your questions on one condition. You make Voldemort believe I am dead. I don't care how you convince the Death Eaters, it can be as horrific as you like. That's what Dumbledore offered and I was a fool not to accept. Many people could still be alive now. My mother included."

Ginny's mind was still ringing with those words as she lay in her bed. The order members had attacked him with questions for over 3 hours. Many of which he refused to answer. He was very clever about what he said, she thought. He had answered any questions about what he had been doing since Dumbledore's death, mainly being tortured the poor soul, and he'd also been forthcoming about why he had attempted it and his plans and failures over the year. What he wouldn't or couldn't answer questions about were Voldemort's future plans. Either he hadn't been kept informed as he claimed or he was unwilling to give away the information.

Still, he's convinced them all that he's not a spy at least thought Ginny. Now they just have to decide whether to help him, if they even can.

Just then she heard a low moan from the room next door, the room that had been designated to Draco. Ginny climbed out of her cosy bed and shivered slightly in the cold. She made her way quickly to the next room and knocked gently on the door. "Are you ok Malfoy?" she asked, but the only response was another groan, it sounded like he was in pain.

"Are you hurting? Do you need a potion?" Ginny said as she nudged open the heavy door which emitted a small creak. Peering through the dark into the room she realised that Draco was in the bed and asleep. She decided he was having a bad dream and made to walk back out of the door but stopped when she heard him ask "Mother?"

"No, I'm sorry. Your mother can't be with you." she said softly, walking over to his bedside. "She's gone to a better place now."

She took his hand and he sighed in his sleep. "Thank you." He whispered before relaxing into a deeper sleep. Ginny pulled the blanket around him and tiptoed slowly back to her own room. Poor thing, she thought as she wriggled deep down under her warm covers, no friends, no one to turn to; taught nothing but hatred and contempt. No wonder he seemed so detestable at school, many people probably would be just like him under those circumstances…

The next day Draco seemed withdrawn and reluctant to talk. Ginny brought him some food to his room at breakfast but he just nodded his head, ate his food quickly and quietly and then turned his back to her. The same happened at lunch and dinner. "Are you ok?" she asked hesitantly before she went to bed that night. "You've not spoken a word all day."

"I'm fine." he said without even turning to face her, his throat sounded a little scratchy. "I just need some time to myself. I'm not used to company and I need to think about things."

"Ok, but I'm here if you need to talk." Ginny said before retiring to her room. As she got changed into one of her brother's old t-shirts she wondered what was to be done about him. After everything that she had been through in her first year of Hogwarts she had decided that instead of shrinking in on herself she would be strong and try to find good in all situations, something that Dumbledore had told her he thoroughly approved of. "Always fight for love, truth and goodness my girl. Never give up hope and always try to be strong, especially for those who cannot be strong themselves. Love really does conquer all you know." She hated to see people in pain or upset but she didn't know how to get Malfoy to open up. He was a mystery to her...

Ginny woke halfway through the night and it took her a moment to realise why; next door Draco was talking in his sleep again. She pushed her mane of fiery hair out of her face, shuffled over to her desk and picked up a potion that caused a dreamless sleep. She slipped her feet into her pink fluffy slippers that clashed shamelessly with her hair and took the potion into the other room with the intention of waking Draco and offering him some. But as soon as she walked near his bed he stopped his moaning and seemed to relax.

"You came! I was searching for you." He mumbled before rolling over. His shoulders relaxed and his breathing slowed.

Ginny's heart went out to the slumbering form; she tucked his discarded covers around him once again and thought about the situation. I'll have to offer him some potion tomorrow. He can't go on like this and neither can I! A decent night's sleep would do most of us a lot of good… I wonder who he thinks I am in his dreams? She made her way back to her bed and spent the night having strange dreams about living in Draco's nightly visions as all manner of different people and creatures.

The next morning came and Ginny decided to talk to Draco about the last few nights. She knocked hesitantly on his door and when she got no answer gently pushed it open. No one was there.

Well, I guess it's a relief, she thought; how do you start a conversation with Draco Malfoy about his dreaming of you. She went to leave and reached for the handle of the door when the whole thing swung inwards and knocked her off her balance, she landed heavily on the floor and all the breath was knocked from her body

As he pushed the door Draco felt some resistance and heard a thump. He was shocked to see Ginny sitting on the floor gasping desperately for breath. His strong hands gripped her shoulders and he led her to his bed where he sat her down; not knowing what else to do rubbed her back gently between the shoulder blades. After a while she was breathing normally again.

"You winded me!" she laughed as she turned to look at him. Ginny blushed furiously as she realised he was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Three days worth of her food had helped fill him out a little and she couldn't help but stare at the trail of blond hair that ran from his abdomen to under the towel.

"I know I'm gorgeous but would you mind not drooling on me, I've just showered." He smirked.

"Don't flatter yourself - half starved ferrets are not my type." She shot back as she quickly leaped up from his bed. "I actually wanted to talk to you about something but I can wait until you're dressed. Do you have everything you need? Although with your ego I doubt you need anything but your own company!"

Draco poked his ribs thoughtfully. "Well wench, if you go get me some breakfast then I wouldn't be half starved now would I? I don't know - you're slacking in your duties already." He paused. "Other than that I seem to have been provided with everything I need, albeit poor quality."

"I am not your personal slave Malfoy." Ginny let out a little growl of anger, "I can't believe I came in here to help you. You infuriating, self centred- Gah!" She turned to stomp out the room, stopping herself before she had one of her famous temper tantrums; but Draco was too quick and snaked his hand round her arm before she could leave.

"Weasley quit throwing a strop will you? How come none of you goodie two shoes types can ever find a sense of humour? Did it ever occur to you I'm joking?"

Ginny stood still, astounded. The ferret actually being witty? Impossible! "I... You – you're kidding me?" Draco smirked at her. "Yes weasel, kidding is another form of joking but I would prefer to say I have a dry sense of humour. Not that anyone ever gets me."

Ginny stood open mouthed until Draco gently pushed her jaw back together with the hand that wasn't still firmly clasped around her arm. "You mean to tell me all these years when you were making fun of me and Ron and the others that you were joking with us?" She asked dubiously.

Draco smirked and ran his fingers through his hair. "Well… no. I'll have to admit that I said all of that because I enjoyed belittling the golden trio and you just happened to be an easy way to get them riled. But the last year I guess I had to grow up a bit. I still have a wicked part of me but personally I think that just makes me all the more attractive. All the girls love a bad boy," he drawled smirking even wider "Although of course, I wouldn't hesitate to point out at any opportunity that your brother is still incredibly stupid." He raised his eyebrow when Ginny burst into laughter at his comment. Hmm, the littlest weasel might have a sense of humour too he thought. Maybe my enforced stay here could end up more enjoyable than I thought.

This is the first time I've posted a chapter and not had one in hand so it's a bit scary for me! I'll have to make a big effort to get a couple more typed out! There should hopefully be a bit more bonding between the two in the next few chapters.