A/N: A million thanks to my reviewers who (unlike the other readers), encourage me to continue with this fic! See, I updated quickly this time. But my speed's gonna slow down again as my exams are starting from the 11th of December. But here is the third chappie:-D

Also, 'wHoS rAb' had reviewed that how a 16 year old girl (Ginny) be a picture of perfection if she is not a veela. So, here's my reasoning to all you readers. And, I am happy that she asked me this question. It's important that reviewers read and question.

A million thanks to 'Dracoginnylover24', 'Babiiee-Z', 'Fiona-Potter' and 'wHoS rAb' for their reviews!

When we like someone, we hardly find any faults in the person. Same is the case with Draco. Even though he does not know, he has started noticing Ginny and some part of him is being pulled by her personality. So, he won't find faults that easily with her.

Disclaimer: Don't sue me, I still haven't acquired any of the characters! They still tag along with J. K. Rowling!


I'll Watch You While You Sleep


Things had been the same for the next two weeks. Draco and Ginny would meet up in the library everyday in their spare time and then work till the last minute. Their free classes and meal times were spent either in the library or in the Potions classroom, doing their project. He had never thought that this project would be fun. Of course, it was fun for him only. Ginny only thought of it as third - degree torture.

Draco always did some thing or the other which made her flush, either out of anger or embarrassment. Usually, it was out of anger. Whenever she would suggest something, he would dismiss the idea by saying that it was stupid, or Snape would not like it and his was better. And the other times, he would make sexual innuendos. When he had teased her for the first time, he had been repulsed by himself, thinking that he was lowering his standards but every thoughts would be out of the window whenever he would see her.

Whenever he would say something with double meaning, she would blush and he would catch himself wondering till where did the red tinge extended.

It was during one such meeting that she fell asleep in the library. He had been working when he heard soft snores and looked up from his parchment to find Ginny asleep, uncomfortably positioned. He thought about what he could, wake her up, levitate her to the Gryffindor room, finish his work and leave without waking her up when he finally came up with an idea which he thought was rather brilliant.

He packed all her books, parchments and quills (noticing how worn out they were) and his stuff and picked her up in his arms, bridal style, and carried her to the Room of Requirement, levitating their bags with his wand loosely held between his two fingers.

He walked in front of the wall three times, all the while picturing a room with a four poster bed, a table and chair and a fireplace. He entered it to find it exactly like he thought. He softly laid Ginny on the bed and removed her robe and shoes, covering her with a quilt and went to continue with his work. Half an hour later, he heard shuffling of robes and turned around to find a sleepy Ginny making her way towards him.

"I'm sorry for falling asleep. It's just that I was working late night yesterday and was not able to sleep enough," she said softly, waiting for a cutting remark accompanied by a sneer or smirk. What she got in return surprised her.

"It's OK. I understand. It's happens with me too," he blurted out, without thinking. And it was true. Many a times he would lay awake, studying hard to score better than Hermione, or thinking about his mother and other things. After a long sleepless night, he would sleep whenever possible the next day, during History of Magic especially. He came out of his reverie to see Ginny gaping at him. Waiting for a biting answer probably, he thought to himself.

"Ahem, umm - have I got anything on my face?" he asked, amusement clearly evident in his eyes.

"Wha- ? Oh, erm, no. No, nothing," she replied, blushing again and ducking her head to hide it. The movement gave him enough chance to look at her. Her hair was mussed from sleep, cheeks sporting lines that may have been made from the sheets. Her clothes were wrinkled now, her robe hanging on her shoulders haphazardly. Even after all this, she looked cute. Very cute. His chest tightened when he realised what his last thought was. He was broken out of his reverie when he felt a prickling sensation, as if someone was watching him. He looked up to see Ginny looking at him weirdly.

"What? Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer," he said, frustrated to find her staring at him again.

She shook her head, smiling. "Nothing, you just looked funny."

"Funny?" He asked, feeling dumb for once.

"Yes, f-u-n-n-y," she said, as if talking to a small child, "half of your face looked as if you were being strangled, and the other half, well, was just smiling." She finished, smirking at him.

He just shook his head and went back to his work, watching Ginny do the same from the corner of his eyes. The rest of the session was spent working, the two barely saying anything to each other.


Soon, Hogsmeade Saturday arrived and everyone in Hogwarts was excited about it.

Soon, Hogsmeade Saturday arrived and everyone in Hogwarts was excited about it, including Ginny. After a long time she was going to spend some time with The Trio. Ginny and Hermione hardly spent any time with the boys, with the project and all. So, Harry had come up with the idea that they should all go together.

So, now, Ginny and Hermione were getting ready together chit – chatting with each other.

"Mione, I really don't think I should wear this. Ron will totally flip when he sees me like this," Ginny said, coming out wearing a dark green tank top and a black hip – hugging jeans.

"Gin, this is about you and not Ron. You are a big girl now, you can do whatever you want. So, you are going to wear whatever you like. And I'm sure you like this."

"I do like it Mione but Ron – "

"Damn him," Mione said, swearing for once, "You are going to wear this and if he says anything, I'll take care of him. Now, c'mon we're getting late."

Ginny and Mione went to the common room to find Ron and Harry waiting for them. As soon as they saw Ginny, Ron turned red in the face and Harry's eyes grew wide, seeing her in something feminine and not her brothers' baggy clothes, for once.

"Ginevra Weasley, where do you think you're going dressed like that?"

"I thought it was Hogsmeade weekend, Ronald," Ginny said, knowing how he hated his name.

"You are not going anywhere wearing that. Go and change now or I'll tell – "

Hermione sighed, fed up of Ron's over-protective brother attitude. "Stop being a tattletale Ronald. She will wear whatever she wants. C'mon Gin, we're leaving." She said the last part while glaring at Ron. She grabbed Ginny by the arm and dragged her off.

Ron turned to Harry to say something and found him drooling at Ginny's back. His 'over – protective brother' instinct kicked in.

"Close your mouth, Potter," he snarled and stalked away, leaving behind a shocked and embarrassed Harry.


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