Thanks to FairyQueen for this gorgeous banner! "Perhaps it really didn't matter what he was, perhaps it just mattered that he was." Unexpected events lead to unexpected relationships. Can one person be so important to the destruction of Voldemort? No one thought they would ever see the day this happened. No one thought he could change. And no one, himself included, thought he could love.

And then his eyes fell on Ginny - the spitfire he loved to hate.  He was surprised to find that she felt the same way about him.  Draco almost smiled when he remembered the look in her eyes as she’d chunked that thing at him.  What was that horrible thing anyhow?  Whoever owned this house was seriously twisted.  Mummified human body parts do not make good conversational art pieces, nor will they ever.

It would have been an effective threat if Draco had been paying attention. He was more involved in trying to wrap his head around the fact that little Ginny Weasley not only banished him without a word, wand, or second thought, she'd sent him clean across London - but still into a safe, well, relatively safe, location - in one piece.

What he meant to think was it would be wrong to go without her, as Trelawney would pitch a fit if he showed up there alone, convinced he'd come to kill her.

Yes. That was definitely what he meant to think.

He strode down the hallway, in a fouler mood than before - if that was possible - to his bedroom. A nap would fill the afternoon quite nicely, or so he thought.

She covered her face with her hands and shook her head. "Dear Merlin. He's in league with my mother." Then she let out an enormous sigh. "Look, I don't sew, I hate cooking, and I can't knit to save my life. I am not domesticated at all, and according to my mother, I'm going to die old and alone for it." He arched an eyebrow at her, but wisely remained silent.

Her eyes shot open. And there, not two inches away, were bright blue eyes staring back at her. Thoroughly disoriented, and more than a little shaken, Ginny shrieked and reached for the closest weapon at hand.

"No, no. The spirits are insisting that I read you. They feel a very strong connection to you. Yes, yes. Tell me, dear, do you have a touch of the Sight?" Hermione looked so offended that Ginny almost laughed. "Oh, my dear, don't look so distraught! It's a gift!" She clapped her hands and escorted them to two poufs on one side of a short table.

Ah, love triangles. Can't live with them, must resolve them before they become complete icky messes.

Ginny was scrambling through the rain of spells towards Luna. Ron was the strategic genius in the family, but Ginny had enough sense to realize that the closer to back to back she and Luna could be the better. In the midst of the spells flying around them, Ginny didn't even notice that the first spell out of her friend's wand was aimed at her.

It was the smile – well, the smile and the twinkle – that stopped him. Only Slytherins smiled like that, and only when they thought they'd won.

Ginny shook her head. She was going to give herself a headache if she kept trying to puzzle things out like that. People were just people, and the best had qualities from all of the houses, rather than just embodying one.

Far from Hermione hurriedly scribbling Arithmancy calculations out on her own parchment, double checking Draco's work, Harry was steaming. Not only was he more or less being forced to tolerate Hermione's never ending calculations, he was now going to have to sit through them with the Ferret too.

I think the chapter title says it all.  =D

And, surely, surely, he was mistaken and she had not just blown her nose on his shirt.  He couldn't stop his lip curling in disgust, even as he carefully patted her back.  Who knew, too hard, and she might erupt on him again.

Draco's heart fell to the pit of his stomach as he realized that the only person who'd yet to gain a roommate in the house was himself. It seemed that the Dragon Trainer Ginny occasionally threatened him with was now a very real danger, as it appeared that he would soon be bunking in Draco's room.

Ginny couldn't help but smile at his frankness. "I'd better not take you through Ron's room then, you'd go into conniptions." She moved to the window, smile still on her face, trailing her fingers across the foot of the bed, pausing only to pet the stuffed green dragon with Hematite eyes stationed its corner as she passed by.

   Draco released the Snitch for a moment before his hand darted out and snatched it again, only a short distance away from where it had been freed. His blonde hair flopped into his eyes as he loosed it again. Severus's eye twitched.

She demonstrated one last time, turning into the familiar, spectacle-marked tabby and leaping into Ginny's arms. Ginny scratched behind her ears, and Professor McGonagall purred.