Short little filler chapter. Sorry I've had writers block all week. Tell me what you think?

I woke up the next morning in a highly uncomfortable position: on the stone floor. Groaning, I sat up and took in my once again different surroundings.

The fireplace was gone, and everything looked the same, except for the table, which had breakfast placed upon it, still steaming, two places set out.

I stood up and poured myself a cup of tea. I looked over toward Draco's side of the room.

He was sprawled out on the bed, sheets strewn and tangled, long limbs hanging off the bed awkwardly; one hand brushing the floor, feet tangled in the curtains, hair messy and sticking up even worse than Harry's. He snored lightly, making me grin.

I walked over to his bed. "Draco," I said lightly, nudging his shoulder.

He turned away from me. "G'way," he muttered irritatedly, "sleeping."

"Draco," I persisted. "We have classes in a half hour. Get up."

"Go away, Weaselette, I'm skiving off." He muttered again, burying his face into the pillow.

"You can't," I said, trying to be persuasive, "it's your N.E.W.T. year!"

The reply that I got to this was a pillow to the face.

"Hey!" I spluttered. I threw the pillow back at him. No response.

"Fine," I huffed, "suit yourself."

I went over to the table to eat breakfast. He could sleep in, but I fully intended to make it to my classes. I didn't want to have homework over the weekend, especially with the ball.

My irritation was showing, "I expected that you," I said loudly, "would at least want to do well in your classes. But, I clearly expected too much."

I wasn't expecting what happened next. He sat up, cold fury evident in his stormy grey eyes. "Guess what, Weaselette; I was up all night helping you. I'm tired!"

"So am I, but you still have to go to class!"

"Picking up Granger's ways, are you?" he hissed at me, "wouldn't have expected it of you."

"And why not?" I challenged, "Last I checked, she was the one who helped win the bloody war!"

"There you go again! You are always judging me! Everyone judges me! You are exactly like her, and your bloody brother, and bloody Harry bloody Potter! But, no! It's always about the war, about how ashamed of me you are, how terrible I am! You know what; you are just as judgmental, bossy and unforgiving as the rest of them! I don't need you, I don't need anyone! Just leave me the bloody hell alone!"

He stood up as if to leave, and I stood as well. I wasn't letting this go.

"You know that I'm not ashamed of you, Draco," I said firmly, "I said as much last night." I stood in front of the door, effectively blocking it. He moved to step around me, and I blocked his way.

"I'm not exactly like Harry, Hermione and Ron, because I'm here right now." He regarded me coldly, trying to step around me again.

"I am not judgmental, bossy, or unforgiving. I just think that you need to go to class."

He was finally looking up at me, staring into my face as if searching for a hint of a lie.

I spoke softly. "You need me, you need someone, Draco. I am not going to leave you alone. That's what you're afraid of, and that's what you're afraid to admit. You are expecting me to be just like them, and I'm not."

I walked towards him, wrapping my arms around his tense body and laying my head on his chest, "just go to class."

I felt the thick rumble of his laugh as he relaxed. "Weaselette," he said with the old affection, "I guess I could go."

"Mmm." I boldly burrowed my head into his warm shoulder.

"I won't pay attention," he said lightly.

"That's fine," I murmured.

"I won't learn anything."

"It's okay," his arms wrapped themselves around my waist.

I looked up at him.

"Don't leave me, Ginny."

"I won't."

He used her first name! YAY! Next chapter will (hopefully) be posted soon!