Stifling a yawn and not resisting the urge that came over him to shift closer to Ginny, Draco smiled sleepily still. "I got an owl from her fiancee not that long ago, and he essentially insulted me for looking after my best friend. Mmmph."
Looking adorably put-out at that, Draco gave her a glance over, a worried look in his eyes. "Lasagna's ready, by now. I charmed it to stop baking when it was done." Retreat. Don't ask about Charlie. If Ginny wanted to tell, she would, and she'd tell him everything eventually. Some days, Draco loved being a Slytherin and understanding the benefits that retreating early could bring.