That night he entered the common room to see Ginny asleep with her head resting on her desk. Draco smiled softly, knowing she couldn't see the affectionate gesture and tentatively walked up to her. His hand reached out to brush a strand of dark red hair from her face and froze as her skin touched his and she instinctively moved against his hand. Impulsively he scooped her up from her seat and carried her towards the stairs. It wasn't until he reached the bottom of them that he remembered that he couldn't go into her room without her permission. After a moment of indecision he carried her up the stairs to his room.

Draco gently laid her down in the middle of the bed, already missing the warmth of her body next to his. He covered her over with the quilt and looked at her. Her red hair was splayed out on his pillow and it felt right that she was there. He turned away before his thoughts could completely betray him and looked for a place where he could sleep. He made a full rotation before realising that the bed was the only comfortable thing to sleep on in the room.

"Great," he muttered, trying to remember a spell to conjure or transfigure a bed.

He couldn't think of one but he did recall a spell which was often used by witches who were fighting with their husbands. He remembered finding it amusing when he heard about it but it now seemed to be the most important spell he could think of. He quickly muttered it and changed into his nightclothes of grey pyjama bottoms. Nervously, he climbed into the bed on the other side from Ginny and tested the spell had worked. It had, Draco couldn't get over to the Weaslette's side no matter how hard he tried- it was like there was an invisible wall between them. With this comforting thought in mind, Draco quickly fell asleep.

--

Ginny slowly woke up. She opened her eyes and her gaze fell on an elegant broomstick leaning against a mahogany wardrobe. The wardrobe was open and inside it she could see some Slytherin Quidditch robed. Confused, she rolled over and saw –

"Ahhhh!" she yelled.

Malfoy sat bolt upright and looked at her first with surprise and then understanding.

"You fell asleep on your desk and it looked uncomfortable so I wanted to take you to bed but I can't get into your room so I brought you up here," he explained before she could say anything else.

"And decided to sleep in the same bed as me?" Ginny asked hysterically.

"Try and get over to this side of the bed."

She looked at him suspiciously before trying to do exactly that. When she realised that she couldn't she blushed and looked down.

"Oh."

"'Oh' is right. Now what do you say?" Malfoy asked with a smirk on his face.

"Sorry," Ginny muttered.

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

"Ugh!" Ginny shrieked as she got out of his bed and stormed out of his bed.

Draco lay on his bed smirking, he loved seeing her angry.

--

Ginny groaned and beat her head against the table.

"I am such an idiot."

"No you aren't, you made an honest mistake. It's understandable that you were confused; everyone is when they first wake up. Besides, if you woke up in a strange guy's bed one morning and didn't remember how you got there and didn't find it weird I would be worried. You're not a slut Ginny, you aren't used to waking up in a boy who you aren't related to or dating's bed and that is a good thing." Tonks said in a comforting tone, patting Ginny's shoulder.

"Technically I think that we are related. Pureblood families generally are inbreeding and all that jazz."

"Yes, I know. My mother was a Black remember - Toujours pur. Technically you and I are related."

"Yeah, we must be cousins, very distant cousins several times removed," Ginny said, cheering up a little bit. Then she frowned. "I still can't believe that I thought he had tried to rape me or something though. He's mostly been nice to me this year, well as nice as Draco ever gets anyway, and then I go and accuse him of a thing like that. Sometimes I just open my mouth and my foot leaps into it."

Tonks laughed loudly at this. "You're a teenager, that's meant to happen all the time. I'm an adult and it still happens. Remus, of course, is perfect and never says anything that is impolite or could possibly be seen as rude," Tonks joked, her voice laced with affection.

"He's a real sweetie and he's always so good to you. I don't know how you manage without constantly feeling that you're a bitch for not being as amazing as he is."

"I used to feel that way but then I got over it and decided to just enjoy it. You clearly aren't the type for sweet men, are you hun?"

"No," Ginny answered, drawing out the 'o' sound. "I prefer a guy with a bit of bite, a bit of sarcasm and the like. Not cruel but not obscenely nice either. And a troubled past is always helpful to," Ginny remarked.

"So basically you like Draco."

Ginny glared at Tonks and realised that her description did sound a lot like Draco, she hadn't meant to do that. When she told this to Tonks , she just began muttering something about Freud and his slip. She was a weird one alright, a lot like Luna now Ginny thought about it.

"So maybe I like Draco. What could I do about it? He doesn't exactly seem to like me most of the time."

"You are either blind, oblivious or Ron. Of course he likes you; it's clear as day to everyone else that is close to him. Just talk to him. I'm sure that once you do that, everything will be fine and this will all seem very silly."

"Please. We were arguing even before I accused him of attacking me."

"Just try it, that's all I'm asking. Will you do that?"

At Tonks' persistent urging Ginny just mumbled maybe and left with no intention of trying anything of the sort.