Author's Note: This chapter just came to me one day. It's the last chapter and honestly, I'm sad to see this fanfiction end. It's been fun. This leaves it entirely open to a sequel BUT I have no clue when I'll ever have time to write one. Maybe inspiration with strike someday...Please comment! I hope you like the last chapter. All credit goes to JK Rowlings.

Ginny had no idea how the fight started. Everything seemed to be going wonderfully—and then this huge blow-up. It had been a long day at work. Somehow a child had actually managed to poke his eye out with a pencil. The image of the skewered eyeball haunted Ginny throughout the day. And it was that time…you know girl time. The night before she'd barely slept. Despite his recent bout of sanity Draco had a nightmare, a very loud nightmare. All of this led up to the big fight. She didn't really know how it started. Draco probably made some snide remark about her poverty or her brothers, maybe even her hair. It could've been anything.

Her mistake was responding. "I'm so tired of your attitude Draco."

"I rather like it," he egged her on, sensing her aggravation and feeding on it. This is what they did, picked and bickered. Usually it was fun, but not always.

"WELL I BLOODY DON'T. You're the most ungrateful man I've ever met. Doesn't it mean anything to you that I saved your life? Or that your living in MY…even if its small and cramped its still MY apartment. It would be nice if you said Thank you or something."

"Then I wouldn't be me. Malfoy's don't humble themselves." Despite her obviously bad mood he kept going. Apparently he couldn't help being his annoying self.

"Oh don't get me started on Malfoys. The blight of the wizarding world."

"No," Draco's voice started to rise with anger. "That would be Weasleys."

"No it's Malfoys. Weasleys don't go around MURDERING ELEVEN YEAR OLD GIRLS just for the heck of it. They don't curse people or petrify people. They aren't evil. Face it Draco you're family was the worst in a long line of ignorant and prejudice people who never bothered to give anyone besides their pureblood cousins the time of day." She knew she had no right to go there. But she was on her period…and tired…and acting absolutely ridiculous. This would be one of those fights she'd regret later. But for now she made her mistakes.

"You say I never bothered to get to know a mudblood…tell me how many Slytherins did you bother getting to know? You call me prejudice? What about your hatred of my family and my house? Sure my father tried to kill you, but before that you already knew that all Slytherins were evil. You hated me before you even met me."

He paused, letting her slowly sip the heavy words. The slid through her, quelling her anger and burning like whiskey. Anger burned behind his normally cold grey eyes., he spoke again. "I won't ever claim to be good. I wasn't good. I wasn't some innocent little boy who raised in the midst of an evil regime. I was bad and I enjoyed being bad. You know James Dean, Rebel Without a Cause. (Draco realized this was a bad reference. James Dean was the good guy in that movie. It just sounded clever). But let me ask you Ginny Weasley. Did I ever truly get the chance to be good? If I'd been good nobody would've believed it. Take your holier than thou lectures and your good-girl pride and go preach to someone else. I hear there's a church two blocks away in the market for a preacher."

There was a long lull in the argument. Ginny long fell silent and contemplative. Draco didn't expect that. No one actually listened to the ravings of a mad wizard. (Not that he was mad. The spell had worked wonders). No good wizard ever listened to the words of a Death Eater. Except Ginny, she was always the exception. She took in all of his words. Every accusation felt like a pinprick of pain crawling across her skin. A long time passed. Ginny didn't speak. She walked into the kitchen silently, obviously still thinking and made two cups of coffee. One she sat in front of Draco. Then she sat in the arm chair, eyes still deep brown with concentration sipping her coffee in silence. Finally when the coffee cup was empty and her thought-process apparently complete she spoke.

"I'm sorry." She said simply, sitting empty mug down and looking at Draco. His expression was puzzled so she decided to expand. "You're right. As a girl I never really gave you a chance. I was raised to hate you. I never realized my parents taught me to hate." Draco wanted to celebrate triumph but the air felt heavy. There was definitely a "but" coming. So he waited for it. "But they also taught me something else. They taught me to love. They taught me kindness. That's a lesson you should be glad I learned. Draco if this situation were reversed would you have taken me in?"

"No," the word felt acrid in his mouth. Despite his excellent argument she'd managed to win again. "I would've laughed at your suffering and probably tortured you. We've already established I was a bad guy."

"Yes. I recall, you're ingeniously inaccurate James Dean reference. Back to the point, as a child I made the mistake of judging you. I was wrong to hate you and I'm genuinely sorry. It's hard to believe I sunk to your level and hated. But you have to admit, after my first year at Hogwarts I think I had justification. Your father did attempt to murder me and you weren't exactly a sweetheart."

"Point taken." He sipped the coffee. "I suppose I'm sorry that I hated you. You were just a little girl after all."

"And you were just a little boy." Ginny reminded "You know I don't hold that against you don't you? I'm sorry I brought it up."

"Its that time of month isn't it?" By now Draco had adjusted to the many moods of Ginny Weasley.

"Yeah…" she said guiltily and laughed. "I've mentioned my temper before haven't I…"

"The infamous Weasley temper strikes again." Then they both laughed.

That's what Ginny loved about her relationship with Draco. Nothing really bothered him. Even when she acted like a jerk he didn't hate her. They could fight, come to a poignant realization, and then five minutes later laugh at something. They accepted one another. Not that they really had a choice, considering no one else accepted them. But still it was nice to remember the past… and forget the past, together. Ginny's new life had been lacking just that…a past.

"Hey Ginny." Five minutes later the fight was a distant memory. Yet Draco chose that moment to speak. And he used her name. She could tell he was about to ask something absurd. His tone, her name and the dramatic pause gave him away. "I want to go to The Burrow…"

Those weren't the words she'd expected. Draco usually asked for expensive gadgets, fire whiskey and other odd items. Sometimes "Hey Ginny" was followed by a dirty remark, not a request to hang out with her estranged family. So what if they'd been dating for a long time. Maybe it was even serious…white dress, champagne and flower girl serious. There wasn't a ring or anything (Draco needed to get a job before anything like that could materialize) but they definitely weren't planning on dating anyone else. The big scary "M" word had been mentioned once or twice. Maybe Ginny even secretly read "Bride" magazine. That didn't necessarily mean Draco needed to meet the family. Her large, protective, somewhat loony clan of 6 brothers, wives, children etc. Luna knew him, she was engaged to her brother's best friend…that counted right?

"Are you serious?" She didn't mean to say those words. Today tact was not her fine point. When Draco nodded she laughed. "You really are crazy."

THE END

Author's Note: Aren't they cute? Please comment! Hopefully I'll try a sequel someday.