Its been a while since my last entry, but upon reading some encouragement from Petrich0rr I thought I would add another short chapter. Thanks for the review by the way! It was greatly appreciated. Sorry for the uber short chapter, I thought I would just post something before I lost my motivation. Two years later but here goes!

Ginny slumped her back against the wall and slowly let herself fall to the floor and clutched her knees closer to her body. She was tired of yelling. They had been fighting for over an hour now with a five minute interlude when Draco realised she was this year's Head Girl and began hysterically laughing. Was it that ridiculous that they had chosen her? She had considered that there was something fishy about it, but she had been too shocked to question it before now. In fact she wasn't even sure she wanted to return to Hogwarts now that Harry, Ron and Hermione had gone. What was left for her here?

Draco Malfoy mocking her whilst lying in her bed, that's what!

"You arrogant, broody, callous, demonic, evil, forceful, ghastly, horrible, immature…jerk." Ginny half mumbled to herself.

This caught Draco's attention. "Did you just try to offend me using an adjective from each letter of the alphabet?"

"Yes, what's your point?" Ginny said as she tugged a string on the side of her towel.

"I'm, impressed." Draco responded with a wink.

"I'd like it better if you were gone." Ginny hopelessly responded knowing she wouldn't get the reaction she wanted. Which was for him to leave.

They sat there in silence for a while, him on the bed and her on the floor. A couple of times he considered remarking on how it likened their social status however he let the idea slip away as he watched her. He noticed that she had pierced her ears twice but only used the first ones, that her bottom lip was fuller than the top. He noticed the way she wore her hair so natural and curly and how her hands were so delicate and lovely. She was breathing steadily now and seemed to be in deep thought, he wondered what she was thinking and wondered if she was still dating Potter.

"How did you die?" Ginny whispered.

Taken aback by her abrupt question after the length of silence he gave it some thought.

Draco couldn't recall how he had died; he just remembered that the last thing he thought of brought him here. He presumed that's how one became a ghost, the fear or desire to remain somewhere instead of moving on. That must have been how he had ended up in the new Head Girl's quarters. He had been filled with hate for so long. Growing up he had hated his father for being so controlling, his mother for being so weak, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named for his arrogance, Harry for being so loved and everyone else for any reason thinkable. But most of all he had always hated himself. He hated himself for possessing his mother's weakness, father's controlling nature, Voldemort's arrogance and even more for the qualities of others he could never possess. He had always hoped that after the war was over he could start fresh somewhere, not that he wanted to be a bloody Gryffindor. He just wanted to live life without the constant fear of backlash from his family and friends. And now there was no backlash and no life.

Draco sighed.

"I have no idea." He lifted himself off her bed, walked up to her and reached out his hand to help her up when he distressingly realised they could no longer touch.

This sent Ginny into hysterics. The room filled with a hearty laugh as she slapped her knee with amusement.

"The one day you attempt to be chivalrous and you…you can't!" She squealed she was almost out of breath when she realised Draco clearly wasn't finding this as hilarious as she did. In fact he looked quite offended.

"I'm sorry." She puffed. "This situation is just so ironic and terrible. I have rotten humour I'm really sorry."

She pulled herself up and dusted her clothes down before looking back up at Draco with a massive smile on her lips. She shook her head as she walked to her trunk to get her cute yummy sushi pyjamas and get changed for bed. She whipped around and held out her toothbrush threateningly to his face.

"Dead or otherwise, I will NOT have you spying on me when I change, shower or sleep. I expect if you are going to be stuck here that the least you can do is respect my privacy and help me with my potions essays since you have nothing better to do."

Draco looked at her with pure malice. "Firstly, spy on you? I'd rather spend eternity with Moaning Myrtle and secondly, no. I've graduated and died, does it look like I want to continue writing potion essays?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. And then placed her right hand on her hip as she leaned into his personal space and whispered near his ear "I'm no killer but don't push me." She distanced herself further before continuing "one toe out of line and I will be burning sage in here like it's unicorn blood and I'm Voldemort circa 2001. You get me?"

"Fine."

"Fine." Ginny responded as she stalked into the bathroom.

Draco smirked at himself; he had not even considered peaking on her until she had mentioned it. In fact, her telling him he couldn't only made him want to do it more. Now she had made it clear that it was forbidden, he already had urges which he was finding hard to control.

Why did he have to be such a rule breaker?