Ginny was woken by the morning sunlight streaming through a gap in the curtains, warming her face. Blinking against the light, she realized something was wrong. This wasn't her dorm room. The walls were bare, the furniture sparse—the curtains…green? Her heart raced as she noticed the thin sheet twisted around her bare legs. She was naked.

The sound of steady breathing beside her made her freeze. Slowly, she turned her head, dread filling her stomach. Her eyes widened at the sight of the person next to her—pale blond hair, sharp features… Draco Malfoy.

Panic surged through her, and she let out a startled scream, yanking the sheet up to cover herself. Her heart pounded as fragments of the previous night's mixer flashed through her mind—the drinks, the laughter, everything blurring together.

Draco stirred beside her, blinking awake. He turned, squinting at her in the morning light. His eyes went wide as he took the sight of her in.

"Weasley?" he muttered, still groggy. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Ginny shot him a glare, clutching the sheet around her. "I was just about to ask you the same thing, Malfoy!"

Draco's eyes narrowed, and he gave a snort of disbelief. "What am I doing here? This is MY bed! What are you doing here?"

Ginny's face flushed with both embarrassment and irritation. "Well, I don't know, maybe you could tell me!" she snapped, her mind scrambling to piece together how she had ended up in Draco Malfoy's bed. She had clearly drank more than she intended.

Draco glanced under the sheets, confirming they were both naked, and muttered, "Son of a bitch."

Ginny's eyes blazed as she yanked the sheet back tighter around herself. "Unbelievable! You don't just look under sheets! Have some decency!"

Draco looked up, clearly irritated. "They're my sheets!" he snapped. "And let's not pretend either of us was thinking about decency last night. We obviously had sex."

Ginny's face flushed with anger, a mix of rage and humiliation surging through her. "You don't have to be an ass about it, Malfoy," she shot back, her voice shaking. "Merlin, how did I let this happen? This is the last thing I needed!"

Draco's eyes flashed with frustration. "You think I wanted this? I can't believe I let myself get so drunk that I ended up here with you."

Ginny shot him a glare, clutching the sheet tighter around herself. "Don't act like this is some fantasy of mine, Malfoy. I must've had way more than I thought."

Ginny sat up in the bed suddenly, as a thought hit her. "Did you use protection, Malfoy? A barrier charm? Do you remember?"

Draco sighed, rubbing his forehead as he tried to recall the night before. "I don't know, Weasley. I was just as drunk as you were," he replied, his voice edged with frustration. "Everything's a blur."

Ginny's eyes narrowed, anger rising. "So you don't even know if you used protection? How could you be so irresponsible?"

Draco's patience snapped. "Irresponsible? Did you use protection, Weasley? Or is it just my job to think of everything? You think I wanted this to happen? I cannot believe I am sat here discussing barrier charms with you."

Ginny scowled, clutching the sheet around her. "You could at least show some concern about the consequences, Malfoy! This isn't just about you. We could have real problems because of this."

Draco rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. "I'm not an idiot, Weasley. I know what's at stake." Draco retorted, irritation creeping into his voice. "Do you think I planned on taking you to bed last night? Maybe you could just calm down for a second."

"Calm down? Calm down?! How can you be so casual about this?" Ginny snapped, frustration evident in her tone. "This is a big deal, and you're acting like it's just another morning."

"I'm not being casual," Draco shot back, his voice rising. "I'm trying to be rational. Unlike you, who's just yelling and making everything worse."

"Making everything worse? You are impossible, Malfoy!" Ginny huffed.

She scanned the room, her eyes falling on the duvet thrown on the floor next to the bed. Keeping the sheet wrapped around herself, she pointed at it. "Close your eyes, Malfoy."

Draco looked at her, clearly annoyed. "Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously. Close your eyes," Ginny insisted, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Draco sighed dramatically but did as she asked, closing his eyes. Ginny quickly bent down, grabbed the duvet, and wrapped it around herself. With her clothes in hand, she made her way to the en suite bathroom afforded to the Head Boy quarters, slamming the door behind her.

Draco lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, doing his best to block out the sounds coming from the bathroom. Everything seemed to carry an edge of frustration—the faucet being turned on with too much force, clothes rustling in an irritated manner, he hadn't known before today that you could even flush a loo angrily. Each noise made it impossible for him to forget who was in there, and just how furious she still was.

When Ginny finally emerged, fully dressed, her expression was still tight with frustration. She headed for the door but paused, turning back to fix him with a cold, hard stare.

"Oh, and by the way, Malfoy," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "we definitely did not use protection."

Draco cringed, running a hand over his face. "Fantastic," he muttered, the reality of her words sinking in.

"Just thought you'd want to know," Ginny said sharply. Without waiting for a response, she spun on her heel and walked out, letting the door slam behind her.

As Ginny walked down the hallway, she could hear Draco groaning in frustration from behind the closed door. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She made her way out of the building, determined to leave the chaos of the morning—and Draco Malfoy—behind her.