OH THE HORRIDNESS OF ME.

I'm so sorry, dearest readers.

Forgive my busy schedule that has taken me from the beautiful abode of fanfiction for so long.

And now, i will attempt a comeback.

Oh bloody mary.

Ginny sat carefully onto the appointed chair, on the farthest point from Malfoy possible. She slowly set her bag on the floor next to her chair, then McGonagall gave an important cough.

"Miss Weasley… Mr. Malfoy. You both are hopefully aware of the threat that has developed here in Hogwarts. It has come to Headmaster Dumbledore's attention of a certain… specific threat, other than that to Hogwarts in general. It concerns you, Miss Weasley, and contains very violent threat to both you and your whole family." Ginny choked on the heavy air around her. Someone was.. trying to kill her? And her family? But how would her family be protected? How would she be protected?

"Please, Miss Weasley, don't be alarmed." Ginny hadn't noticed, but she had obviously turned deathly pale, like she always did when she was afraid. "Professor Dumbledore and I have taken every precaution for your safety, as well as your family's. In fact, at the moment we have two aurors posted permanently at the Burrow, and will have one to guard you, as well, during your final year at Hogwarts." She coughed again as dread washed over Ginny in a sickening wave. Not…him…please not him…

"…Which is why we've also called you here, Mr. Malfoy. Although you have been unaware up until this point…" OH, PLEASE PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL, DON'T DO IT! "…you are to be Miss Weasley's bodyguard throughout this year. Headmaster Dumbledore has complete trust in…" Ginny's heart slammed in her chest. My life is officially over. Dumbledore must love to sit in his office and stick enemies in the same vicinity… Cackling insanely over every spat and row… OK, Gin, calm down. You can live with it. Maybe… Yet she still couldn't get the image of Dumbledore and McGonagall, leaning over a scrying glass and laughing as Ginny stabs Malfoy with a butter knife, out of her head.

"There must be some sort of confusion, Professor. You cant be sane and putting me and Weasley toge-"

"You will do as you're told, Mr. Malfoy, as long as you are under the employ of Hogwarts. Now, if you'll follow these instructions that lead to your rooms…" Professor McGonagall scribbled something on a piece of parchment, handing it to a silent Ginny. A few moments of silence followed, as the Professor waited expectantly; for what, Ginny didn't know.

"Well, you're both dismissed. I've given you the day to move into your new rooms." Again, icy silence. Malfoy moved first, stiffly rising from the chair, and with a curt nod to McGonagall, striding out of the door. Ginny slowly picked up her things and followed him, staring down at the paper but unable to focus on the words. Why me? I'd rather be killed than have to spend a year with Malfoy trailing me… Then a hand snatched the paper from her, and Ginny turned to Malfoy with a sneer, quickly deciding against her snide remark. At least I wont be the one to start the row… She bumped into Malfoy as he paused in front of a painting of a green door, and he gave a small scoff, staring down his pale nose at her.

"Shut up, Malfoy." He knocked on the green door in the portrait and the door solidified, allowing him to pull on the handle and walk inside. Ginny followed, soon stopping again as her breath left her. I'm not sure I'll mind being stuck with Malfoy any more…

High, sloping ceilings, with a chandelier poised elegantly above the fireplace. Cold white marble sparkled from the firelight, futons and sofas, creamy and smooth, crowding to the fire for warmth. A gigantic rug greeted Ginny's feet, covering most of the marble floor with plush red. A bay window, with a window seat, let her spy the Forbidden Forest and even a slice of the Great Lake shimmering in the early sunlight. To the left, a staircase spiraled upwards to a dark door, and Ginny immediately was drawn up the stairs and inside the room.

It turned out to be a bedroom, but what shocked Ginny the most was the appearance of two four-poster beds, not one. The bedroom was dark, with twin wardrobes and it's own fireplace, flanked by large windows with heavy, thick drapes. Rich wooden floors, red drapes and sheets, and matching nightstands, all made of dark polished wood. You must be joking, Dumbledore. The door opened again, as Malfoy stood, as aghast as Ginny.

"…Don't let this make you think you can just jump into bed with me…" Malfoy said, smirking to himself.

"Oh please, Malfoy. You probably drool all over the bedsheets." What a git.

Ginny's stuff had already been unpacked into the wardrobe on the left (courtesy of the house elves), which meant she had a day to waste with Malfoy. Malfoy, too, it seemed, was unpacked, and collapsed onto his bed, still with a sneer slightly on his face.

"Well, love, you know it's impolite to stare." Ginny fought down a blush, averting her gaze the moment she noticed that she indeed, had been staring at him.

"Don't call me love, Malfoy. You hardly know the meaning of the word, and it does not apply at all in this context. So please shut your large, foolish mouth and don't embarrass yourself any longer. Otherwise, I'll be forced to throw your knickers out of the window and onto unsuspecting students, some of which might happen to be girls you have shagged at one time or another."

He laughed, then sat up, flicking a strand of blonde hair backwards. She attempted not to stare again, chiding herself every time her eyes lingered too long in his direction. Then, to her extreme annoyance, he walked over to her bed and sat on it, next to her, as she had sat there in a moment of fatigue.

"You know you only wish you were one of those girls, Weasley."

"Please, Malfoy. Don't bother me with your antics. And could you explain why you're sitting next to me?"

"Only to annoy you, Weasley." And it is annoying. Extremely annoying. How am I going to live with this git?

Well, it's hardly a comeback, but i'm pressed for time.

Dinner calls.

Until next chapter-

Yours truly,

Quel-dommage.