Granting her with one of his charming smiles, the former Slytherin slid carefully into the seat across from her. His gaze landed cautiously on the book in her hands, then his eyes darted back up toward her. It was awkward, if nothing else, this moment between them. What in the world would he say? He'd never done this before, obviously. Fingers clenching around the coffee in his hands, Draco gave Ginny an uncertain glance when he finally looked directly at her.
"I'm sorry I haven't really spoken to you in a few days, Ginny," he commented softly. "Things have gotten too out of control lately, I think. I..." Draco paused. Some part of him wanted to put on the niceties and ask her how she was doing in her new job, or how she was handling everything that her aunt was putting her through, but he wasn't a Gryffindor. Draco didn't have the courage right now to pretend like everything was perfectly fine between them. That could come once this was taken care of. "Everything has gotten out of control, and I'm losing focus, fast. That happens to me every once in a while, like it did back in sixth year. There's no war, though, to cover up my fault this time." He flushed lightly, shifting awkwardly in his seat.
"Ginny, I...I enjoyed the time we've had, honestly. I just...it's too much right now. I'm being torn in so many different directions I can't keep my head on straight most of the time." Here he paused, taking a small sip of the coffee in his hands. "I'm sorry." He knew he'd have the brunt of the Weasley clan ready to come at him looking to slaughter him, but this had to be done for both of them, to keep both of them sane.