Draco was nursing a broken nose, sitting on the carpet of the common room. Blaise had punched him so hard, he was almost grateful he still had a nose.

"Shit," He muttered, trying to stem the flow of blood. He stood, supporting himself on the armchair, and looked around, hoping nobody had witnessed an extremely embarrassing incident that would not bode well for his image.

He shuffled to his dorm, not bothering to think about how Blaise must be feeling, or indeed, even where he was.

"Let me in!" Blaise screamed at the fat lady's portrait for the seventh time, "I need to get in!"

"Young man," She started, her chins wobbling with the indignity of it all, "There can be no entry unless you know the password!"

He raised his fist, thought better of it and punched the wall instead.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, shit, bugger, oh shit!" He nursed his knuckles, while the lady looked down on him surrounded by an air of extreme disapproval and disdain.

"Language!" She muttered, tucking her hands inside her voluminous sleeves.

"Look," Blaise turned, and his tone turned to pleading, "I just need to talk to someone, about something very, very, very important,"

"What do you not understand about I-can't-let-you-in-without-the-password?"

"Fine," He turned on one foot, and sat in the middle of the corridor.

"What're you doing?"

"Waiting for someone to come along and let me in, hopefully soon,"

"Clutter up the corridor then," She murmured under her breathe.

"So sorry," He stretched out his legs, folding his arms across his chest, "It's not like its causing you any inconvenience,"

"Pertinent git," She shuffled round, till she sat with her back to him, and placidly regarded the wall in front of her.

****

Lucy shook Hermione awake, glancing fearfully over at the other slumbering girls.

"What do you want? Oh, hi Lucy,"

"It's Ginny, please, please come and help me!"

Hermione threw on a dressing gown, and followed Lucy down the stairs, to where Ginny was seated on the edge of her bed, tears rolling silently down her cheeks.

"Oh Ginny!" Hermione rushed forwards and hugged her, terrified by her wan, listless appearance.

"Sorry!" Lucy mouthed at Ginny, in response to the glare sent in her direction.

"I'm fine!" Ginny insisted, al to no avail.

"You know what; I think it's high time you told us exactly what is wrong." Said Hermione firmly, "Let's go downstairs so we don't wake anyone,"

She took Ginny's right arm, Lucy her left, and together they hauled her off the bed and descended the stairs together. After settling her in the comfiest armchair, with a hot drink and blanket summoned by Hermione, they sat opposite and looked at her expectantly.

She had just opened her mouth, when they all became aware of voices outside the door.

"Fine, give me another one," Blaise said, settling his back against the wall.

"A wee man, in a bright red cloak, a staff in his hand, and a stone in his groat, what is he?"

"Easy," He leant his head back, "That one's a cherry,"

"Smart child," The Lady said this in a more approving tone.

She was about to spout another riddle, when she swung forward, revealing Ginny, Hermione and Lucy staring at him with a variety of emotions plastered across their faces.

Ginny looked at him, a great lump rising in her throat, almost choking her. She was not aware of Hermione pulling Lucy back from the porthole and upstairs to give her some privacy. She was only aware of the fact that his deep eyes seemed focused, and where most definitely on her.

He stood, in one fluid movement and walked towards her. She wasn't thinking, but was afraid of what he would say to her, and of getting hurt again. He stopped, inches from her and seemed to be about to speak, arms still crossed. Suddenly, he shook his head and leaning towards her, pulled her towards him drawing her in to a breathless kiss.

"I'm sorry," He murmured, hands framing her face, gazing at her, "I was a fool, and even under a spell, I was an extreme prat,"

"She almost pulled back, tears once again shining in her eyes. She raised one hand, and then sighing shook her head, long hair swinging.

"Blaise, I..."

He cut across her again, voice earnest and louder, "Ginny please, I cannot lose you again!"

He kissed her fiercely, and she knew that she could never resist him, much less walk away from him. To do so would be like walking away from a part of herself, something without which she could never be complete.

She followed the curve of his cheek with a finger, marvelling at the miracle that had occurred. Her brain was still struggling to make sense of it, and yet here he was, stood before her once more.

"Ginny, I love you," And she would have fallen had he not slipped one arm about her waist and steadied her.

She took his hand, leading him into the common room and out of the chill of the corridor. They curled up in her armchair, and he tucked the blanket over them both. She shivered with delight as his arm brushed her leg, and slid one hand around his neck, playing with the strands of light hair. Blaise tipped her chin, pressing his lips to hers again with a longing a single spell of Malfoy's could not extinguish.

"I love you too," She whispered in to his ear, as his hand began to slide sedately up her back. Leaning against him, she traced the firm lines of his chest, before tugging at his shirt and stuffing it down the seat of the chair.

"Steady on," He whispered, lips still crushed against her own and making her giggle.

Instead of replying, she tightened her arms around his neck and pressed herself closer to him, wishing she could melt and share his body.

"Oops, sorry!" Came an embarrassed voice behind them, and Blaise twisted angrily, glaring at the bedraggled figure of Hermione.

"Go away!" Ginny spoke in an annoyed tone, conscious of Hermione's disapproving look.

"Fine, night then," And with a half smile, Hermione disappeared upstairs.

"Talk about killing the mood!" Blaise laughed, pulling Ginny on to his lap and retrieving his shirt.

"Yeah," She sighed regretfully, and ran one hand through her hair making it glint in the glow of the rosy embers. Blaise pulled the blanket over them both, making sure she was warm enough before settling his arms loosely about her waist.

Needless to say, it was hard for Ginny to get any sleep that night, as she listened to his heartbeat and quiet breathing. The slight pressure of his arms, and the warmth of him made her feel secure, something she had not had much occasion to feel recently.

She felt complete.

Forgive the corny ending, couldn't resist. R and R please!