Ginny woke up in the middle of the night in a sweat; rolling over, she froze. She was wrapped in the arms of Draco Malfoy, she untangled herself and sat up immediately.

A quick glace around the room showed Ginny that she was in his bedroom, still fully clothed. Closing her eyes the events of last night replayed in her mind. Ginny felt so stupid, she didn't cry over a boy, that wasn't her. She felt guilty over the relief she felt when she saw Dean kissing Lavender, but that guilt made her feel pathetic when she knew that Harry would never feel the same.

Growing up in a family with seven brothers, she learned quickly, she wasn't a flimsy girl; she was one of the guys. She would never let something like this get to her, she had done everything right, crying where no one would find her, crying where she wouldn't look weak, but then Draco Malfoy had appeared. Something occurred to Ginny then, why was Draco up there, at that hour in the freezing cold? Unless he had something to do, like Ginny had, that he didn't want anyone else to find out. Right then Ginny realised that maybe Draco wasn't as bad as everyone thought he was, maybe just like her, he put on a mask for everyone else. Right now that's what Ginny was hoping, because as of right now Draco knew her biggest secret. He knew that she was in love with Harry Potter.

Ginny quietly got out of bed, and tip toed across the room to the adjoining bathroom, closing the door behind her, Ginny looked into the mirror and sighed.

Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, she had dark purple bags under her eyes, and usual perfect red hair was a mess.

She spotted a comb on the sink and ran it through her hair, detangling it, and smoothing it as best as she could. She splashed some water on her face, and hoped that her eyes would revert to their normal state. Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, she crossed the huge bathroom and came to rest in front of the door. Ginny took a deep breath and slowly turned the door handle and stepped into the bedroom.

Sitting on the bed with his shirt all tangled, and his blonde hair mismatched from sleep, was Draco Malfoy. He was examining a plate stacked with toast, and it was then that Ginny realised how hungry she was.

At hearing her enter the room Draco lifted his gaze from the plate to across the room where Ginny was standing, his eyes slowly took her all in. For a minute Ginny could have sworn his jaw dropped, but she definitely wasn't imagining the way he was checking her out.

A smile crossed Ginny's lips as she spoke.

"Now you're staring."

Ginny was seated beside Draco on the edge of the bed and the two of them munched on toast in silence, neither speaking of the events of the night before.

"So I think I owe you a secret," Draco said not looking up to meet Ginny's eyes, as he helped himself to another piece of toast.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I really don't think you go around crying and staving yourself on a daily bases." Draco said causally.

"Hmm," Ginny replied, tensing, not wanting to bring up the events of last night.

"Well, I'm not going to bother telling you not to repeat this red, because I presume you know perfectly well what the consequences are but, well I've never told anyone, so I might as well start with you, I like Granger." Draco said simply.

Ginny sat there shocked staring at him as snatched a piece of toast from the stack casually.

"You're staring," Draco said with a smirk.

"You're kidding right?" Ginny asked. There was no way that Draco Malfoy, pureblood, and someone who spent the last few years making fun of Hermione, could like her.

Draco, smirked and began laughing, as he watched Ginny with her mouth wide open.

"Oh so you are kidding? She just happens to be one of my best friends and I don't appreciate you making a joke out of her." Ginny stammered frowning.

She was sitting here, in Draco Malfoy's room eating breakfast with him, and he was cracking jokes. If anyone had ever told her this would happen, she'd have had them shipped off to St. Mungo's.

"Trust me Ginny, I know she's not bad," Draco whispered more to himself then to her.

Ginny regarded his sad eyes for a moment, and recognized the expression all too well.

"You do like her, don't you?" Ginny asked again.

Draco picked at his crust for a moment before nodding his head, not meeting her gaze.

"Why don't you tell her?" Ginny asked.

"Why don't I tell her?" Draco repeated shocked. "I thought you were smarter than that red. In case you've forgotten I'm a Slytherin, and I' haven't be exactly civil to her in the past," he finished, taking a deep breath and looking away from Ginny.

Ginny nodded slowly, trying to make sense of things. She realized how similar their two situations were. She was finding comfort and understand from Draco Malfoy. She nearly laughed at the irony of the situation.

"Potter is dating Granger, and you like him, and I like her." Draco said, laughing harshly.

Ginny couldn't believe it, Harry and Hermione.

Hermione was the only person Ginny had ever told about her feelings for Harry, and she was the one that encouraged Ginny to date Dean, telling her that he only thought of her as a sister, and that the best way to get over him and move on was to date other boys. Now however, knowing that they were dating, made Ginny second-guess everything Hermione had told her. Could it be that Harry liked her all along, and that Hermione just wanted him all to herself?

"Ginny?" Draco said softly.

"No, its okay, I should have guessed I mean she-" Ginny couldn't continue she felt crushed and betrayed.

"You didn't know," Draco muttered, under his breath. He lifted his hand as if to comfort her and bought it back down thinking better of it.

"I have an idea," Draco said as he ripped up the last piece of toast in his lap.

Ginny looked over at him, as she watched his defeated expression, that mirrored hers exactly.

"Want to go out with me?" he asked, turning his attention to her.