Ginny woke to the smell of something burning. Did she leave the oven on again? She scrambled to her feet and ran out of her room into the kitchen. There was Draco, standing with his back to her, buttering toast that was basically charcoal. She sighed and put her hand on her forehead.
"I thought the building was burning down."
"Nope, just me attempting to cook." He turned around to look at Ginny with a piece of black toast in his mouth. It instantly dropped to the ground when he noticed at her choice of attire. She was in her underwear, and it wasn't hard to see her curves were generous.
"Attempting is the key word. Stop ogling." she folded her arms across her chest. "It's not like you've never seen me like this." She turned toward her bedroom and started to walk away.
"Not in the daylight!" he chuckled. He picked up the toast and threw it away. He had never seen her in the daylight, except for those days in school, which was a few years ago. She had grown up so much, it was hard to believe they were the same person. Though, he only knew her looks. Nothing about her personal life, or what had changed from before. She obviously lived alone, and there were pictures of her friends and family all over the walls. He looked at the floor. He didn't want to get involved in her life. He just needed somewhere to hide.
"Ginny!" he called to her, but no reply. "Ginny?" He walked into her bedroom. It was quite comfortable looking. The sore neck he now had was from that excuse for a couch. He tried to transfigure it to his needs, but it seemed immune to magic. They had some like those, like at a used furniture store. It could have been previously owned by someone who didn't ever want it to change.
"Hello?" He opened another door, which he guessed was the bathroom. He saw a shower with a foggy glass door, and in that shower, was a slender womanly frame, with long red hair cascading down her back. The figure heard the door open and looked at Draco through the glass. She turned off the water, and opened the shower door.
"What is it, Draco?" She asked, moving toward him, dripping all over the place.
"Um...uh..." Draco couldn't help but stare at her curves. The light made her body overwhelming. It was way better than the darkness of the night.
"You're ogling again." Ginny stated. "And I think there's a ferret in your pants." she winked at him. He looked at his pants, and immediately covered his problem with his hands.
She smirked and covered herself with a nearby towel. She brushed past him. Before closing the door, she spoke nonchalantly, "I would suggest taking care of that." She then shut the door.
After the charm was performed, the two felt a little weird near each other. It was official--Draco was hiding in Ginny Weasley's flat. It would be somewhat awkward since they had a completely sexual relationship before. Not anymore since it was personal now. She was now responsible for his wellbeing, and neither of them would take advantage of the other. As much as Draco would have liked to jump her bones earlier that day, he resisted and did what any man would do in that situation. Self-pleasing. That was what he had to resort to now. Though it was quite a coincidence that the two hooked up in the first place. We'll save that for another time. For now, the story you hear will be of Draco and Ginny. Roomates.
(A/N: Sorry for the short chapters, there will be much longer ones, I promise! Aren't you anxious now?)