A/N: First of all, I want to thank the people that have reviewed so far! I don't have PM on, so I'll just respond to them here.

morganna12: Thank you so much! What kind of site is this? I might be interested. Hope you enjoy today's drabble!

smileforsun: I'm glad you like it! I think Ginny's just trying to wait for the appropriate moment - she wants it to be a surprise. He already guessed, though. I might do another one later on about her telling him and his admitting that he already knew.

TayMcGough03: I know it's been a while since you reviewed, but I just want to say thank you for being the first!

Besides that, I like this story more than some of the rest - I think - but I was tuning into the movie my sister was watching halfway through it and it might sound slightly disjointed. Please let me know if it does!

Prompt #38: 8/15/17

475 words, according to Google docs.

Ginny yawned, eyes blinking open in the early morning light.

"You're finally awake, sleepy head," came a voice nearby. Squinting, Ginny made out the form of Luna standing near the dresser, quickly running a comb through her hair. Her own bed had been neatly made - of course, Ginny thought, Luna's been awake for ages.

"What time is it?" she forced out between yawns.

"About seven," Luna answered, putting down the comb and yanking on a sweater. She turned back before stepping out of the bedroom door. "You'd better get up. Nargles always attack late sleepers." Letting a small smile, she exited the room.

Groaning, Ginny sat up, clutching at her head as the sudden movement sent a pang of pain through her skull. She performed her morning routine in a trance - the same trance that had stolen over her at every possible moment for the past five years - but when she stepped into the small kitchen of their shared flat, Luna shook her out of it.

"Ginny? The Daily Prophet's on the table. I got you some coffee, but I've got to go." She sent an apologetic glance towards her friend. "Early meeting today." Ginny waved her hand dismissively.

"I'll be fine, Luna. Thanks for the breakfast." With one last wave, Luna stepped out of the flat.

Sitting down at the dining table with a gusty sigh, Ginny cupped her coffee cup in both hands and glanced down at the newspaper.

"Bloody Rita Skeeter's at it again," she muttered, freeing one hand to flip randomly through the paper. "Will she ever retire? I swear - "

Her last words choked in her throat and she nearly dropped her coffee, hastily depositing it on the table with a shaky hand. A black and white picture of Draco Malfoy - I thought I forgot about him five years ago, she thought desperately - stared up at her, eyes sullen and flat.

'Draco Malfoy caught at last!' the headline announced with bold capital letters. Ginny carefully picked up the paper, leaning back in her seat and inspecting the article closer.

"D-Draco Malfoy was arrested yesterday at his home in Wiltshire," she read slowly, not quite comprehending the words. She looked up, staring blankly at the peach-colored wall opposite. "He's a convict," she whispered.

She'd always known somewhere inside her that this would happen, but when it did, she wasn't prepared. Their brief, passionate interlude at Hogwarts hadn't been enough to dissuade him from following the Dark Lord, and he had flung himself into his assignments with a fierce determination born of fear for his parents' lives.

And now he was paying for it.

Numbly, she stood up, placing the newspaper on the table and reaching for her wand. She would go to work as usual, see her friends as usual, live as usual.

This didn't change anything. It didn't change a thing.