A/N: Why are you here if you haven't read my ficlets? Go read them. Or read this first. Just read and review k?


Ginny lie on her back, staring at the canopy of her four poster bed. Unblinking, motionless. "It's Tuesday," she breathed.

With a groan, she rolled onto her side and seized the muggle watch her father had given her from her bedside table. She pressed the button on the side that illuminated the time and the determined face of Han Solo on the band.

"It is too early for Star Wars," she grumbled, dropping her legs over the edge of the bed. "Five A.M. I have 18 hours to come up with something."

She sighed and rubbed her eyes with closed fists. "Gotta wake up," she grumbled. "Gotta get dressed. Gotta make this a fantastic... Oh Merlin, it's Tuesday." She dropped her face into her hands.

Why had she asked him to meet her without planning something first? Why had she not put at least some thought into it? Was Draco gonna be upset? Would he talk to her again? Why did she care so much? Why was he being so nice? And why was he having his effect on her?

She gave up on thinking and stumbled over to the bathroom door. After two failed attempts at stepping through a doorframe, she reached the sink and doused herself in cold water. She pulled on her skirt and socks and put on a shirt and her robe. And as soon as she grabbed her tie and wand, she set off toward the Great Hall.


Expecting it to be deserted at this hour, she stepped into the Great Hall, still attempting to pull her hair back into a ponytail. Much to her surprise, and possibly dismay, aside from an unconscious Blaise and Crabbe and a Goyle trying to shake invisible filth from his hands, she spotted that ominous blonde head in the gloom of the Great Hall.

No sooner had she turned on her heel and made an attempt to flee the room, did she find herself being lifted off the ground. She was turned around and Draco Malfoy's hands stayed on her hips as he smiled down at her.

"Hello, Pastey," she made an attempt to smile. His grin faltered slightly.

"I prefer the term 'fair-skinned'," he smiled again. "What are you doing up so early, beautiful?" He snaked an arm around her waist and began leading her back to his table. She submitted and had a seat beside him.

"Couldn't sleep," she replied. "Anxious, I guess."

"Me too." He was still smiling. It was slightly unnerving. "Hungry?"

"Actually yeah. But breakfast is hours away."

"Not to worry, my scarlet minx. Watch this." He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled. "DOBBY!"

The house elf appeared with a POP before them. He dropped in a bow almost touching his long nose to the table top.

"Morning, Dobby," Draco stated. "Breakfast for the lady and myself."

"Yes, sir," Dobby squeaked. "Dobby will fetch it."

"Thank you," Ginny called as he vanished.

"Dobby doesn't belong to my family anymore," Draco explained, "but I was never cruel to him and he will still do things for me if I say thank you afterwards." He grinned at her.

She giggled as the house elf reappeared. He brought a tray of wonderful foods. Bagels, croissants, fruits, oatmeal, bacon, and two steaming mugs of coffee.

"Oh thank you so much, Dobby," Ginny replied as she took in the feast. "It's wonderful."

Dobby smiled and bowed profusely. "Dobby loves to help young Master Malfoy and the lovely Weasley lady." With a POP, he was gone.


The two sat together, enjoying their early breakfast and talking about nonsensical things.

"I had the weirdest dream last night," Draco said through his mouthful of oatmeal. "There were subs, Dumbledore, and giant hamsters. Mr. Bojangles, I believe?"

Ginny swallowed her bite of croissant whole and began coughing and spluttering for a moment. "Mr. Bojangles?" she managed between coughing fits.

"Yeah," Draco said rapping her on the back in hopes of helping her coughing. Ginny feared a bruised lung but said nothing. "In my dream, Dumbledore said I gave you a pet hamster named Mr. Bojangles and it had gone wild and begun to rampage the school."

Ginny wiped her lips with her napkin and looked over at him. "Well Draco, that has got to be the silliest dream I've ever heard." She stuck a grape in her mouth to avoid having to continue.

They heard the sound of flapping from across the hall and a owl swooped down and landed on top of unconscious Blaise's head. Ginny reached up and took the letter from it's beak and fed it a small piece of bacon before it flew away. She unfolded the parchment and it held only one line.


I love grapes.


"What the hell?" Draco mumbled reading over her shoulder.

"I have no clue," she said gathering a bagel and banana to take with her. "But Ron is a moron. He may have hurt himself or got choked on his tie again while sleeping. I better go check on him." She leaned over and gave Draco a chaste peck on the cheek. "I'll see you tonight, Pastey."

She got up to leave but Draco caught her wrist. She looked back at him.

"Fair-skinned, darling. Fair-skinned. How often must we go over this?" He kissed the back of her hand and then released her. She waved as she scurried out of the room.


As soon as she had left the room, Blaise sat straight up. "Tart," he said laughing.

"What?" Draco raised an eyebrow at his friend and stuck another strawberry in his mouth.

"You said tart..." Blaise eyed him suspiciously.

"Blaise, it's been at least 30 minutes since you were saying that sentence. You fell asleep."

"LIES!" Blaise screamed. He fled the room.

Draco just shook his head and bit a chunk off of his bagel. He was staring off at the wall when a furious Snape stalked into the room. He was wearing a cap over his now luxurious, silky hair and a nightgown. When he spot Draco, he marched over to him.

"Have you seen Weasley?" he demanded.

"Ron, sir?"

"Yes, Ron," Snape spat. "That little bastard saw fit to send me this letter before sunrise. I checked the owlery but he had left. Lucky little prick. I would not have hesitated to beat his ass with his own shoe." He tossed the note onto the table before Draco.

Draco opened it and glanced at the five words it contained:


I love grapes.


"What the hell?" Draco was so confused at this point.

"That's what I want to know," Snape fumed. He snatched the candelabra off the table and stalked out of the room.

Draco stared blankly at the door. "I'm beginning to think I didn't get enough sleep."


A/N: I don't know either. But if you still enjoyed it, review. And go read my ficlets for goodness sakes.