Harry quickly caught Ginny before she fell off of the couch, using a speed that only a Seeker could possess. "Ginny!" he said, "You nearly fell off the couch!" He kissed her lightly on the cheek, glad that she hadn't fallen off.

Upon hearing her name being called out, Audria almost instinctively retorted back, "Just give me ten more minutes! I promise I'll get up!" in a whiny tone that had worked for her all summer but quickly stopped herself as she realized where she was. She had forgotten that Draco was a morning person. Audria groaned and rubbed her eyes lightly before even uttering a word. This was yet another way that she and Draco differed. She was far from being a morning person. What time was it anyway? She and Draco had gone to bed late but she could've sworn that she had only shut her eyes for a few moments.

"Come in," she called out, sighing dramatically yet still not making any motion to get out of bed. "What time is it?" she asked, looking up at him, with an irritated expression on her face.

Draco smirked at her; he, too, wanted to go back to bed. He'd been wondering if he could have had his own bed back, but it looked like things weren't going his way after all.

"Pretty early, I think. I just wondered if you were awake. I fancied a try at getting back in my bed," he huffed, smirking at her all the while.

Harry laughed upon seeing her thoroughly startled face. "It's early, I think, and I'm pretty sure it's Saturday. We both need to get up to our beds if we want to sleep some more; people will be waking up soon, love."

Harry smiled at Ginny's tired effort. "Gin, we've got to. Ron said he doesn't want people to think badly of you," Harry said, thinking of his best friend's wishes for his younger sister. "We should listen; I don't want people thinking badly of you either, dear." He coaxed her, gently running his fingers through her silky red hair.

Audria scoffed at him. "Right. Like I'd buy that. Does that work on the rest of the seemingly ignorant ladies you bring here?" she asked him teasingly, yet kept a straight face. He sure was pretty posessive. It bothered her to an extent in the summer but she slowly grew used to it. She was the same way with a few of her belongings.

Sighing at him dramatically, she pulled the covers from on top of her and said, "This is not how to woo the ladies dear." Jumping out of bed she moved toward him and without a glance his way, she went off toward her common room. She didn't want to risk coming across Hermione and she needed the sleep. After last nights conversation which was sure to be brought up, a grouchy Audria would not be such a good idea.

Draco watched her leave the room, using sarcastic phrases. He called after her, "I don't have to woo you!" teasingly. Now that he had his bed to himself and Audria was surely headed back to the Slytherin Common Room, he plopped down and settled himself under the covers.

Memories of the night before still flooded his mind; he didn't know what to make of it all, so he just pushed it aside yet again and focused on falling back to sleep. Though it took him a while with the state his mind was in, he eventually drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

Harry sighed, "Ginny, don't you care what Ron thinks?" Harry didn't want to risk another fight with Ron, but he was helpless; Ginny was working her magic on him and she knew exactly how to play her cards.

"Mm," he said, enjoying the kisses on his neck. "You're such a good liar. Hopefully you don't use that skill on me," he finished, smiling at her. "I guess we can stay down here, dear," he said, mesmerized by the kisses she was giving him. He leant down and kissed her forehead lightly.

Ginny grinned into Harry's neck as he agreed that they could stay where they were. "Thank you Har-Har." She said with a giggle. She sat up slightly and stretched her arms above her head.

"We can stay here if you swear to never call me Har-Har again. You sound like Lavender," Harry said. He shuddered slightly. Pet names like that were definitely not for him.

Harry raised his eyebrow skeptically at Ginny. "You can't be serious," he said in disbelief. "Harry-bear? It makes me sound like an infant!" he protested. Sometimes he wondered what went through Ginny's head when she came up with her crazy ideas.

Enjoying the eskimo kisses, Harry thought about Ginny. She had liked him for such a long time before he ever gave her a thought. She had watched him with Cho. She had suffered and it had been his fault. Still, there she sat, giving him eskimo kisses like he had never hurt her. With these thoughts in mind, he played with Ginny's hair mindlessly and suddenly said, "Hey, Gin....I'm sorry." He knew she'd probably be puzzled, and he really didn't feel like discussing it at length, but he wanted to make sure she knew that he felt that he'd been a stupid git for not seeing what potential the two of them had, especially now that he had seen how happy she made him.