Shout out to my ONE reviewer of this story (hopefully so far) scubarang. YOU ROCK!

anyhoodle...i just realized that they are both kinda young to be getting this procedure done but I DON'T CARE because they belong together.

this story is supposed to be on the funnier side so let me know if im doing that

p.s. JK Rowling still owns harry potter and i don't

Ginny's eyelids felt sticky and like water at the same time. She blinked them open very slowly and kept them half down when she finally regained control.

The room before her was foggy around the edges and she tried to touch it. There was a dull ache in her mouth but the feeling was so far in the back of her dull mind that she hardly dwelled upon it.

Her eyes closed again, she was so tired. Heavy and floating above everything at the same time.

Time. She realized that she didn't know what time it was and suddenly it became very important for her to find a clock.

Turning her head she swore that she heard her brain slosh about inside of it and giggled at the sensation. Abandoning her search for the clock, she moved her head rapidly back and forth to regain the funny feeling and laughed out loud.

"Brilliant, isn't it?" A slurred voice drawled from her left.

Ginny whipped her head back and forth unnecessarily before focusing on the occupant one bed over.

Draco was watching his hands do weird things with the fingers and was blinking regularly like the ticking of a clock.

"Clocks tell time!" Ginny stated to herself.

"What time is it anyway?" She addressed this question to Draco, whose bed, she would remember later, was closer than usual for a hospital as there were many other patients in the recovery room.

"Dunno." Draco mumbled unhelpfully, still blinking on a beat and watching his body for more interesting signs. "But can you see them?" he asked Ginny, looking at her for the first time with unfocused eyes.

"See who? Who's there?" Ginny looked under her arms and behind her back.

"Little. Tiny. ANTS!" Draco yelled, bursting into laughter. "They're everywhere! Oh Merlin, this is so awesome."

Ginny couldn't help but laugh with him, but she couldn't see the ants. "I can't see them. Or a clock."

Draco nodded wisely. "Time means nothing here, weasel, remember that."

Ginny nodded grimly. "Okay. Don't call me weasel."

"Why?" Draco was back to looking at his ant covered body.

"Because it's mean." Ginny crossed her arms across her chest. "Duh."

"But that's what I call your brother. And you guys are related right?" Draco had given up on trying to count the little bugs and was now preparing to eat them off his fingers.

Ginny thought about that. "Well…yes, I suppose, but still…Hey! Don't bite your fingers!" She laughed at the thought of a no-fingered Malfoy.

Draco popped his fingers out of his mouth and laughed along with her. "I won't!" He cried in between gasps of laughter. "I promise, I won't."

Ginny felt the noise they were making infect her system and her brain told her that she could be funny.

"I mean, what would all the girls say when they found out that you had no fingers!" She didn't hold back her mirth.

To her surprise, Draco laughed all the harder. "Fingers!" he splayed them out and wiggled them in her direction. "That was fucking funny weasel."

She sat bolt upright, admonished but still smiling. "I told you," she said, trying to keep her giggles from her voice. "Don't call me that."

"Okay, okay," Draco conceded and they both lay back on their pillows giggling randomly and still smiling.

"This is so…weird. Isn't it?" Ginny asked finally after some time. Or no time, she didn't really know.

"Yeah, but what were you expecting? They can't keep all the fun to themselves now, can they?" Draco sounded wise again.

Ginny agreed although she had no idea who 'they' were and what 'they' were keeping from 'them'.

Draco was enjoying the feeling of his tongue against the air and didn't check his next words before they came out. "You know," he said with a bit of a lisp, as his tongue was still sticking out of his mouth. "I do know that you aren't really a weasel. You're human."

Ginny thought this was obvious. "Yeah I know I'm human."

"No, no. I mean I don't actually compare you to a weasel in my head, its more like just an insult that works well with your name." He was frowning, hoping that he could explain himself correctly so he didn't look like an idiot.

"Oh, okay. I still think you're a git though."

Draco didn't mind and chuckled. "I probably am."

"No you are, don't worry." Ginny felt her smile creep back onto her face. This was fun. They could insult each other without feeling angry. The other way, the way they did it in school, took a lot more effort. She told Draco this.

"It's like, because everyone is watching, you have to make it really good." She explained further.

He nodded. "I know! And it has to be current event based too, so it's like I have to know everything embarrassing that happened to you that week. It's so tiring."

"So true." Ginny said. "This way is much easier. Friendly fire, right?"

Draco barked a laugh. "I don't think that applies because we aren't actually hurting each other like in a duel."

"Well not physically." Ginny frowned. Why the hell did she just say that?

"What?" Draco jerked his head up. "What do you mean?"

Ginny was embarrassed now. "You know, like the whole sticks and stones thing? Except to some people, insults do hurt. So actually nothing like the sticks and stones thing. Forget it. I don't know what I'm saying."

But Draco didn't let it go. "You mean that you get hurt when I insult you?" he sounded vaguely disgusted.

Ginny rushed to clarify. "No, not you in particular. And not me in particular, either. I'm just saying, some people get hurt when you insult them, that's all."

"Oh," Draco paused, thinking. "Like you?"

"NO!" Ginny shouted, really embarrassed that she had messed up.

A medi-wizard came rushing over to them at the sound of her annoyed shout. He looked concerned at first, but after realizing that it was just a couple of kids after wisdom surgery, he took a more stern approach.

"Listen, kids, there are some people in here who really need the rest, so if you can just be a little quieter…"

Draco and Ginny looked at the medi-wizard, annoyed.

Draco started to say, loudly, that he had paid for this spot but the healer interrupted him.

"If you two know each other and want to chat, I suggest moving your beds closer together to try and reduce the disturbance you are causing."

Ginny looked around the ward. No one looked disturbed. In fact, she couldn't even tell if there were people in the beds, they all just looked like fluffy clouds.

She was about to inform the medi-wizard of this when he turned and walked away. She was grumbling to herself when her thoughts were interrupted by a scraping metal noise from next to her.

Ginny turned her head to see Draco out of his bed, pushing it towards her. And making quite a racket in the process.

"What are you doing?" She hissed, but liking the way her voice sounded in a hiss, it had sounded more like: "Whhhhhaaaaatrrrrreeeuuuuuudooooooin?"

Draco looked like this was taking a good deal of effort to push his bed closer to hers, even over such a short distance.

"I'm not done insulting you and I don't want to get yelled at again."

Ginny raised her eyebrow and wondered what it would look like if she only had one eyebrow.

"What? Don't look at me like that." asked Draco, pissed that no one was helping him movie his abnormally heavy, (or was he just abnormally weak?) bed over to Ginny's. It also vexed him that he was doing it in the first place.

Why the hell would he want to get closer to the Weasley chit?

For insulting purposes, he reasoned with himself. That's it.

Finally achieving his goal, Draco stood, surveying the result. Okay, so he might have pushed the bed too far, it was right next to hers, with no space between.

Ah! Who cares? He asked himself. He was too tired to move it back now and he was feeling twice as lightheaded as before.

To avoid fainting, Draco flung his body down dramatically and instantly regretted it.

The move made his jaw rattle and the momentum brought his body too close to Ginny's. But in his drugged state, Draco didn't care.

"Hi," he said in a stage whisper. "Now we can really fight." They both giggled.

"We could totally fight each other too," Ginny joked. "Because, you know, we have the best reflexes now."

Draco frowned. "That's what I just said, stupid."

But Ginny just smiled and snuggled deeper under her covers. "We'll fight later, I'm tired now." Her eyes closed and she fully enjoyed the effect of drifting off to sleep being rocked by a non-existent ocean.

Draco watched her slip from consciousness and was annoyed. Now there was no one to entertain him. And after he had done all that work moving his bed closer and everything.

But he was feeling sleepy too and he let his eyes close, almost all the way, leaving cat like slits, watching Ginny breathe in and out as she dreamed.

The panels of sunlight inched slowly across the room as a clock, one that Ginny had never been able to locate before, ticked in the distance. Muted voices and the buzz of activity lulled Draco into a deep mediation.

He hadn't allowed himself to fall asleep, he didn't want to. He wanted to ride this high out for as long as he could. His gaze moved from the freckled red-head to the approaching light and he was mesmerized by the dust specks floating in the square.

Despite his misgivings before the surgery, being with Ginny really wasn't that bad. At least it wasn't her brother or another one of the merry trio. He didn't think he could have stomached that.

Too righteous for their own good. He thought angrily. Although he didn't blame them for hating him. At least not for what he did this past spring. And everyone knew Dumbledore liked them the best, but it wasn't his fault. He had had to at least try. He didn't even do it in the end.

He sighed, still…he knew he was to blame so he was glad that the person next to him was Ginny, not one of the holy obnoxious three and that she was on drugs. It made things easier for him, easier to enjoy his trip.

Moving his eyes to look at her again, he saw that the sunlight had reached their beds and was bouncing off her hair in a pretty way.

The golden undertones in her hair seemed to sparkle with the combined effect of the light and the drugs and Draco was enchanted. He had never thought that the girl was ugly, unlike the rest of her family.

Hmm…thought Draco, shrewdly. You'd think that the family would have gotten it right. Figures that they waited until the last of their seven billion children to make a good one.

Draco didn't even find her freckles unappealing, it was only a light dusting anyway, nothing that noticeable and hey, I'm pale too so I can't complain there.

He continued studying her, noticing the curve of her pouted lips and the faint blush on her cheeks that were already swelling in a cute way. He knew later they both would look like chipmunks.

She stirred, returning to consciousness slowly from her nap, but Draco didn't notice. He was smiling at the way the light was kissing her long eyelashes.

"You're pretty," he said out loud, loud enough for the waking Ginny to hear.

Even drugged up, they both knew what he had said.

"What did you say?" snarled Ginny.

Oh my god. Draco gulped.