Chapter 4

"Hello Sleeping Beauty." Someone chuckled above her.

"Hmmm, go away Ron. You are being such an arse."

After saying this Ginny could hear the person trying desperately to hold back their laughter.

"Ron Ron, stuff it already…I was dreaming about an Angel."

"The Angel was quite handsome wasn't he?"

Ginny frowned "Well yes, I guess he was, he had snow white feathers, and they looked so soft! But Ron why are you asking this? I mean the angel was…he was…Draco Malfoy!" Ginny screamed sitting straight up.

Draco was next to her rolling around clutching his stomach and laughing.

"How dare you!" Ginny exclaimed

Sobering up Draco claimed "What? It wasn't my fault you fainted for so long. I had to sit here and wait for you. You know how boring it was? I deserve to have some fun." He would never admit that he silently studied her while she slept. I mean she did look more angelic than him when she wasn't trying to murder him. But the freckles ruined that image quite thoroughly.

"Ughh! So what now you have to live with me for a year?"

"Well I guess that is the plan" Draco said nonchalantly.

"Bloody Hell! What time is it?" Ginny screamed "Oh my! Sweet Merlin I missed half the ball already! Ughh!"

Taking deep breathes Ginny turned toward Draco "Well now that you made me miss half the ball we might as well go home I guess." Ginny said with a sigh. It would be too rude to enter the ball half way…

"Alright then, lead the way Madame." Draco dropped to a bow grinning with amusement.

With a humph Ginny proceeded to lead them out of the forest into Hogsmeade. Draco flapped his wings and followed quietly behind her.

Draco looked around at all the shops he hasn't seen in so long. The Three Broomsticks, Hogshead, Flourish and Blotts, and The Quidditch Shop he adored when he was younger. Specifically how long has it been?

Poking Ginny in the head he asked "Hey how old are you?"

Annoyed she answered "A girl should never tell her age you know?"

"Who cares, just tell me. You shouldn't be considered a girl anyways."

"What did you just say?" Ginny glared angrily at Draco.

"What I mean is…you are not very girly. Which is a good thing! Yes it is very good that you aren't girly, I mean the prissy girls are no fun anyways right?" Draco grinned. Somehow an image of Pansy had popped into his mind. But then the thought that maybe Pansy could be long gone passed through his mind and he sobered up.

"Right." Ginny muttered. Then seeing Draco's grim expression realized why he was asking. "Well, right now I'm 24 but I'll be 25 in a bit, around 2 months or so."

"Wow." Draco thought to himself. "I've been gone for 7 years…how quickly the days have gone…"

"What day is today?" Draco wondered.

"Well I'm pretty sure it's November 15, 2005. But you know it's hard to remember what day it is sometimes, especially when they tend to run themselves together." Ginny replied rolling her eyes.

Draco actually agreed to Ginny's last statement whole-heartedly. Sometimes it was hard to remember; sometimes you just don't want to realize how fast time is passing you by.

"So I guess we should go back to my flat, I mean this isn't the usual attire for people walking down the streets you know?" Ginny said looking down at her dirty dress that had once looked expensive and nice.

"I didn't mean to ruin your dress." Draco murmured.

"Yeah, I know. It's okay." Ginny answered defeated and tired. It has been a long day. "C'mon let's go home."

The word "home" sounded odd to Draco but somehow it had a comforting feel to it. He was finally back in Britain, close to his origins. He was as close to "home" as he could be.

"Yeah, let's go." Draco whispered.