She snuggled back against him and the sleep that had been eluding her since Draco had woken her to share his tiresome fear about the bird returned and she drifted off.  Her final thought was the vision of Lucius Malfoy, long blond hair made unkempt by the wind, staring up into a tree while a bird sang.  It was a delightful thought and she hoped the little birds did breed true and the whole of the Malfoy estate became one giant trap ready to ensnare the miserable Death Eater.  She might have grown fond of his son, but she'd never forget that Lucius had openly supported Voldemort, had fought them in the Department of Mysteries, had trapped Ginny with a Dark book.  