When I woke up the next day, it was to blurred vision, a throbbing headache, and a foggy memory. I'll admit – I didn't remember much from last night. I ended up having a tiff with that chit 'Melissa' or whatever her bloody name was. She tried calling me a slag for shagging Blaise, which, by the way, I had a total laugh at. I mean, shagging Blaise? Hahaha… well, that happened like, once… and… well that's just a whole different story. Anyway!

Where the hell does she get off?

Apparently not with Blaise. Hehe.

All I remember is her annoying, high-pitched voice, and I was too drunk to give much of a shit, but at one point I remember being held back and pulled away by Blaise and Draco. Hm… what was I doing with Draco in the first place?

"Gin, are you awake?" I heard Jen croak from beside me.

"Mm," I murmured. I had a habit of spending the night with Jen after we both got really drunk, because my daft roommates were a horrible pain in my arse when I'm intoxicated. Well, generally they're a pain in my arse, but it's much worse when there's alcohol in my system.

"You wanna get breakfast?" She asked.

I sighed and shook my body around to see if my stomach was upset. It seemed all right; a little mushy feeling, but that's about it. "I guess." I finally said.

I sat up in Jen's bed and winced at the pain in my head. Looking around, the room was empty, so everyone must've been at breakfast already. I looked over at my best pal and smiled; we were both still in the same outfits as last night.

"I'm quite thankful classes started on a Friday." Jen said.

I nodded in agreement and stood up, shaking out the mess I called my hair. We didn't even go to the washroom and instead headed to the Great Hall for breakfast. I could smell the bacon once I entered the entrance hall; bacon was my favorite thing to eat while enduring a hangover. We walked in and were greeted with the sight of a full Great Hall and delicious breakfast food. I followed Jen to our usual spot and sat down, immediately reaching for some bacon.

Monica looked at us smiling, "So how was last night?"

I rubbed my eyes and squinted them at her, giving a shrug. Jen seemed a bit more eager than I was, though. "I thought it was lots of fun actually."

Cocking a brow, I glanced at her. What on earth was she going on about?

"You should've totally seen Ginny, though. She got in a fight with some girl who wanted to shag Blaise," the girls turned to me and gave me a pointed look, "and had to be held back by Draco and Blaise. It was hilarious."

"Malfoy?" Rosie asked curiously.

I put my fork down for a moment, "Yeah, what was I doing with him last night?" I asked Jen.

"Do you not remember last night?" Monica said, laughing at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Gin had a bit much too drink, wouldn't you agree?" She said. "I dunno, though. I saw you, him and Blaise chatting over a few beers. And that's when that girl came over to you."

I tuned her out as she delved into the story and nibbled on my pieces of bacon when I finally remembered my conversation with Draco. We talked about Harry, and his lack of skills. Fantastic. I really want someone like Draco running around with knowledge of my sex life. Although he probably knew that already, since he was Blaise's best mate.

"Morning, love." A deep voice said into my ear. Speak of the devil.

Blaise shoved himself into the seat next to mine and put his arm around me. He was still wearing pajamas and a sweatshirt. "How are you feeling today, my dear?" he asked. I didn't answer as I was nibbling on my bacon, which he eventually took notice of. "Ah, got the bacon I see. You must not be doing too badly, then."

I smiled through my mouthful as he greeted the rest of the girls around me. They all loved him, which I loved. The trouble is that most of Gryffindor hates any Slytherin for just that – being a Slytherin. You could look down the table right now and see a few people looking at Blaise uncomfortably, even though they would never actually say anything to him. But my girls loved him; he was nice, charming, and extremely good looking. What wasn't there to like? A stupid green and silver uniform?

There was a sudden visible shift from nearly everyone at my table and as I looked around I noticed eyes falling onto a spot behind Blaise. Ali, Rosie and Monica were all looking as well. I turned around to see Draco of all people standing there. Now, that was an event in itself.

He tapped Blaise's shoulder and said, "Ready to eat, mate?"

I unconsciously looked him up and down and – trying hard to keep my jaw from falling open – noticed he was in his pajamas as well. What is that about?

"Yeah, yeah," Blaise said lazily. He looked at me and gave me a pat on the back. "Well, I hope you're up for it again tonight. We're not having a big thing or whatever, it's just a little gathering, I guess."

Draco chuckled softly and said, "Yeah, we all thought you were incredibly entertaining last night."

Blaise nodded and started chuckling as well. They were both just chuckling together. At me. Just chuckling. What is that about?

I blushed violently and did what I would call an attempted sheepish grin.

Once they finished chuckling, Blaise got up from his seat and patted me on the back again. "I'll talk to you later today, Gin. G'day, ladies."

"Looking forward to tonight, Weasley." Draco said with a smirk.

Then they walked away and to their table together. In their pajamas. Chuckling. I slowly turned back around to face my friends who all looked confused, except for Jen.

"May I ask just one more time, WHAT IS THAT ABOUT?" I demanded.

Suddenly a piece of toast flew in my direction and landed unceremoniously in Jen's cup of juice. She whipped her head around and leaned forward to see who the offender was and her eyes narrowed into slits.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Weasley?" She shouted.

I looked down to see Ron looking somewhat apologetic. "I was aiming for my sister!" he shouted back. Then his eyes landed on my face, "What was that about, Ginny?"

I scoffed at him and dropped my bacon. "What are you talking about, Ronald?"

"I'm talking about Malfoy coming over here and talking to you. Zabini is enough; we don't need Malfoy around. And what was he talking about, you being entertaining last night?"

"Sod off, big brother." I said rolling my eyes around. "What I do in my spare time does not concern you."

"It bloody well does!" He shot back. "If I find out you're shagging-!"

I tried hard to remain in my seat, and Jen put a knowing hand on my shoulder just in case.

"Not only is that none of your business," I interrupted, "but shouting at me about something like that down the bloody table is not a very intelligent choice!"

Ron seemed to agree with me on that after a moment and turned his head back down to his breakfast. I scoffed again and replaced Jen's juice with a new one before continuing on with my bacon. Most of the table was in absolute silence for a few seconds until the chatter started back up.

"What was he going to say?" Monica asked quietly; because of my reaction it was obvious I knew.

Through gritted teeth I replied, "'If I find out you're shagging anymore Slytherins.'"

Everyone's eyebrows hit their hairline, "How does he know?" Ali asked.

"Hermione told him."

This time there was a gasp. At the time, I couldn't believe she had done it either. I looked over at her now and she seemed rather quiet. Good. I'd hope she felt guilty after Ron almost announced that to the entire Gryffindor house. You think a girl would be quiet about someone confiding in you about their first time having sex, but I guess not. 'It just sort of slipped,' she had said. Yeah, my ass.

And I promise, one day I will go into that story.

"You're not really shagging Malfoy, are you?" Rosie asked.

Honestly. It's the second day of school!

I feel like I'm already starting a habit of getting annoyed by everyone at breakfast.

I grabbed some toast, three more pieces of bacon, a cup of coffee, and stood up and left. As I walked away I could hear her ask 'Did I say something wrong?'. Daft. Just bloody daft.

Once inside my room I thanked the Lord once again for blessing me with the absence of my roommates. It was good to know that He was up there looking out for me. I flopped onto my bed and finished up the food that I grabbed from breakfast, placing my coffee gently on my nightstand. I sighed to myself and closed my eyes while chewing my toast. Why do people constantly think they need to get in my business? If I want to share something with you, then I will. If I don't –take the bloody hint.

I got back up, and deciding to take a nap, I put on some pajamas and crawled into my warm bed. It wasn't too long before…

"So… let me get this straight. You told Hermione, who told Ron… and you're not dead yet?"

"I think he was more in shock, than anything. I mean – he knew we were good friends, but just not that good."

"How come you didn't tell me?"

I had to admit, I felt a small tinge of guilt for not telling Jen that Ron and Hermione knew about Blaise. But I felt like if Ron found out that Jen knew, then he'd know that all the girls knew, and he would make it out to be even more of a spectacle.

"I dunno. I didn't think it was that big of a deal; he barely even raised his voice at me."

Jen nodded, showing that she sort of understood that. "So that's why he seems to not be as bossy towards you."

"Yep. That's why."

"Does Blaise know Ron knows?"

I burst out into laughter and leaned back on the couch in the common room. "God, no. Could you imagine how awkward that would be?"

"True." Jen said, nodding again. "But it's not like they really talk much anyway."

"Yeah, whatever." I said, throwing a dismissive hand in the air. "Moving on – you're going to come with me tonight, right?"

Jen looked somewhat reluctant. "Oh, c'mon." I urged. "It's not gonna be a big thing. Blaise talked to me after lunch; it's just a bunch of their guy friends and Blaise mentioned our names and they all shared a laugh about what happened last night."

"Is that what we are, now?" Jen said sarcastically. "Just a way to have a laugh? Maybe I don't want to be just a laugh."

"Jen, don't be stubborn. We all had laughs over last night." I said throwing my arm around her shoulders.

"You don't even remember what happened last night."

Touché.

"Of course I do. It's just a tad blurry. That's not the point, Jen… C'MON!You're my best pal in the whole wide world, who else am I supposed to take? Ali?"

"You'd let that twit replace me?" Jen suddenly snapped.

I clapped my hands together. "Ha! I totally knew you wanted to go."

Jen rolled her eyes and turned back to the magazine that she was reading. I rolled my eyes to myself; I did totally know she wanted to go tonight. She can never resist a good gathering of people, especially when that group includes me.

About four hours later we found ourselves in the Prefect's common room. It was quite tidy, and Blaise had been right about saying there wouldn't be too many people. There were probably ten of us there, including me and Jen. There was pretty much beer which I was sort of glad for considering I had way too much vodka the previous night. We basically were just hanging out and chatting about random things. I was seated between Blaise and Draco, which I seemed to be making a habit of. I was enjoying myself, though. I usually loved having boys for friends because they all seemed to be more relaxed and less bitchy about life.

As I think this, of course, Jen has disappeared from the room because my favorite person Salem (not.) decided to show up and needed to have a talk with her. I am so glad I'm not a lesbian - or a man, for the matter, because I don't have to deal with stupid bloody women.

"How is it you deal with stupid bloody women?" I ask, turning my head towards Blaise. He looked especially good tonight, wearing some jeans and a loose white t-shirt. For some reason, I have a liking towards good looking men in white.

He shrugs at me and throws his head back to finish his bottle of beer. "I'm not really sure, darling." Don't you love all these pet names? "I think you sort of develop immunity after hearing the nagging for a while. What do you think, Draco?"

Draco shrugs as well. "You know me, Zabini. I don't do relationships."

Blaise nods, "Ah, right. You see, Gin-babe, Draco's a bit too touchy to deal with women and their emotional problems," he drawls sarcastically. Draco rolls his eyes beside me. "Instead he lets the thing in his pants do all the talking."

"How you know me so well," Draco says sarcastically.

I shrug along with them. You know how sometimes you hate boys so much you wish you were a lesbian? Well, trust me, you don't. Having a lesbian for a best friend definitely puts things into perspective. I could never do it.

I look over at Draco to see he really isn't doing much socializing here. He's sitting, staring into his beer as the time flies by. I don't know how much he's actually drank of it, but he hasn't gotten up at all since I've taken the seat next to him. He's slouching slightly; very uncharacteristic of him. He seems to be lost in thought, though. And I don't know him well enough to tell if this is regular for him.

Blaise pulls me out of my thoughts of Draco, and I look over at him as he speaks.

"We should do this more often," he's saying, "I missed doing things like this with you over break."

I nod, but I suddenly have to pee really badly and decided to excuse myself from him. "I'll be right back," I say, "Where's the Loo?"

"Down the hall, second door on the right." He instructs, jutting his thumb towards the door at the left. I stand up, swaying slightly. I hate when you've been sitting while you're drinking and you don't realize how drunk you are till you stand up. But, anyways…

I started walking to where Blaise directed me and open the door to head through the hallway. I kept walking, but a strange sound makes me stop. As I listen closer, I realize it's coming from the first door to my right, and all I can hear is a slapping sound. It seems no one else can hear it, because as I look back no one's attention is over here. I look over at Draco; I'm not really sure why, but I feel like I need some sort of reassurance to keep my feet moving. He must've felt my stare because he looked right up at me, so I blush stupidly, and look away, breaking the eye contact.

As I looked back down the hallway, I heard another sound, and I'm reluctant to keep walking. Part of me says to mind my business, find the bathroom and relieve myself. The other part is anxious; I haven't seen Jen the whole night and something about this sound keeps bothering me.

The next thing I hear makes up my mind for me.

"Keep quiet!" a voice snaps, followed by some shuffling. I put my head to the door softly, and then I hear, "Stop struggling!" and a smacking noise. I can tell now it's a boy, and he sounds angry.

I quickly twist the door knob and push the door open, causing it to slam back against the wall. It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but then the sight I see makes me want to scream and run away.

There are two people in the room who I recognize immediately. One is Dwayne Wilson, a Gryffindor in my year, and the other is Jen. Dwayne has Jen pinned down on top of one of the beds. Her pants are unzipped and down to her knees, her underwear is pulled down to her thighs, and her shirts ripped. I put my hand to my mouth to stifle a scream, and my eyes take in Jen's face. Tears are pouring down her cheeks, and she mouths something at me, but she must be silenced because she can't make a sound.

I drop my hand and shout "Stop!" but he doesn't.

I finally leave my spot and run over, trying to pull him off of her. I hook my arms around his big shoulders, but once I make the contact he whips around and punches me in the face, sending me to the floor.

Thankfully, I'm used to being thrown around by my brothers, so I quickly get back up and make another grab for him. He finally diverts all attention from Jen, and stands up towering over me. I put up a fight, but it's not really much compared to his big size. He throws me back against the wall, knocking all the air out of me, hits me in the face again, and practically throws me out of the room.

It's harder to get back up this time, but he slams the door, anyway. I try shoving myself up, when someone else enters the hallway.

"Weasley, what're you doing on the floor like that?" Draco asks sarcastically. "I was only joking about you cleaning the floors."

I give a silent prayer to anyone watching over me as I see Draco standing above me.

He bent down to help me up, and finally notices my bruised face. There's a flash in his eyes and any laughter showing on his face had instantly disappeared.

"What's happened?" He asks seriously, and I look nervously at the door.

Draco gently drops the hold he has on me before moving towards the door. He tries the knob, but it's obviously locked, so he takes three steps back and slams the door open with his foot. He realized what's going on almost instantly and moves towards Dwayne. He grabs him by the shoulders and tears him away from Jen, before punching him square in the nose. Dwayne cursed and backed up, as blood began to pour out of his nose, but still isn't willing to be put out.

As Draco takes the Silencing spell off of Jen, Dwayne dashes at him and tackles him to the floor. I look away from the two fighting boys to get to Jen, whose busy crying and trying to pull her pants back up.

"Jen, are you okay?" I question; tears are reaching my eyes and I help her get her jeans back on. "What happened, what did he do to you?"

Jen doesn't answer right away, and instead throws her arms around my neck and cries into my shoulder. I hold on tight, not wanting to let go.

She whimpers again before saying, "He-he wanted t-to…" but she trails off, unable to finish.

"It's okay, I'm here now." I say, "Everything's going to be fine. Just breathe." I start rocking her gently and let her cry into my arms, not sure of what to do now.

Suddenly a hand touches my shoulder, and I react defensively before realizing it's just Draco.

"Is she all right?" He asks softly. He's slightly out of breath, but looks exactly the same as he did before, with just messed up hair. I glance at the floor, noticing that Dwayne is laying there unconscious, before bringing my eyes back up to look at Draco.

"I'm not sure," I say honestly, "I just came in. I don't know… I don't know what he did to her."

I suddenly feel sick to my stomach as the situation sinks in. Draco must've noticed my face paled, because he gives me a little shake to make sure I'm still all here.

"We should take her to the Hospital Wing." He says, and I nod in agreement. Jen is compliant as he leans over and picks her up into his arms, but she still holds onto my hand the entire way to the infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey gives us a word or two about coming in so late, before noticing the crying Jen in Draco's arms. She quickly points to a bed, and Draco sets her down gently before we're practically shoved out of the infirmary. I really wanted to stay, I wanted to take care of my best friend, and I don't want her alone.

"It's okay," Draco says, resting a hand on my shoulder. I look over at him, and he offers a small sympathetic smile. "She's in good hands, and you'll see her tomorrow." He looks at his watch before correcting himself, "Well, later today, actually."

The corners of my mouth give a small pull, but I stand there, staring at the doors to the infirmary, as if they'll just magically open.

"I'll walk you back to your dorm." Draco says.

I open my mouth, shaking my head immediately, "No, you really don't have to, it's out of the way and you've already done enough-"

"Ginny," He says softly, and I shut my mouth. "I insist."

I sigh stubbornly and nod my head. "All right, fine."

The whole way back to my dorm, we walk in silence. I'm not sure if it's uncomfortable or not, because I'm too busy stuck in my own thoughts. I never thought this would happen. What kind of person could do this? What goes through their mind? Are they really that sick that they'd try to… rape someone? I couldn't imagine being in Jen's position right now, but she doesn't deserve to be put through something like this. How could this have happened?

I'm finally pulled out of my thoughts when Draco stops walking, and I realize we're in front of the entrance to my dorm.

"Well, feel better, Weasley." He says, "Try some of that dreamless sleep potion, it works."

I laugh lightly, "That does sound tempting," I say.

He nods, and we sort of stand there awkwardly in silence.

"Thanks for walking me," I finally say, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, no problem." He replies dismissively.

"Right, well… see you," I say, half-turning towards the portrait.

"Good night, Weasley." He says. He turns and walks back down the way we came, and I watch him silently until he leaves my sight. I never thought I would see the day where I'm as thankful to Draco as I am now. I kind of wish everyone else saw what he did for us tonight, because they'd see that maybe he is actually a good guy.

I gave myself a shrug, and yawned tiredly before finally deciding it was best to just get some sleep.