An hour later, Ginny entered the front door of the Burrow. She pulled her cloak off wearily, and hung it up. She wandered into the living room, and saw Draco on the couch. She sat down next to him, unsure if he was asleep or awake. She kicked her shoes off, and curled up next to him.
She was exhausted now, and just wanted to curl up and not do a damn thing. If Draco really wanted to know what happened, he'd have to read it in the Prophet, because her brother was a bloody jerk who wouldn't even be decent enough to tell her why she had to fight a throng of reporters interested in her brother and his new boy toy to bail his ass out of jail.