Disclaimer:

I don't own anything. The characters in this story belong to the great J. K. Rowling. The story is inspired by the song „Begin Again" from Taylor Swift.

I had the inspiration to write this a long time ago while listening to the song. I immediately knew that I wanted to publish this in english. I am not a native english speaker so let me know what you think! I am thinking about taking this oneshot to develop a complete storyline with it. Would you be guys be interested?

Lots of Love,

crazycake :)

My flat was a complete mess. Clothes were pilled up everywhere in my bedroom. Unfortunately my flat only had one room, so the clothes were also in the kitchen, dining room and living room. The perks of being poor I guess. While I changed my outfit for the twenties time I wondered how I got myself in this mess. Live was supposed to be different. I was supposed to be married to the golden boy Harry Potter, I should be pregnant with my first child and I should be living in a nice little home with a begird for my future children to play. I've had so many plans. And yet, here I am. Almost 26 years old, single, living in an one-room apartment, trying to decide which outfit to wear at a first date I didn't really want to go to.

The thing about plans is: they never work out! At least not for me. After the final battle at Hogwarts I started to date Harry again. That was about 8 years ago. For the first time in his life the weight of the world was not on his shoulders. He was finally free and he loved it. When he asked if I would travel the world with him I happily agreed. I thought it was going to be perfect. It was until Harry Potter basically gambled away all his money within the first three months. Every single Knut his parents had left behind for him was gone. He was acting like a wild child. We still continued to travel for another two years. But wherever we went I always had to work to afford a cheap hostel and a cheap meal for us. We hardly ever had any money. Especially because Harry decided not to really 't get me wrong. I never had problems being poor. Having to wear hand me downs and not getting the biggest and newest presents for my birthday or christmas. But I always had a roof over my head and a family to go to. During my traveling with Harry I couldn't always say that. I know Harry might sound kind of bad now. But he is definitely not. He just didn't mind sleeping outside or not eating for a day or two. He just wanted to live for the moment. Wanted to be free. I was more than relieved when we decided to go back to England. Harry Potter, the man I still loved more than everything decided it was time for him to grow up. He wanted to become an Auror. I was so proud of him. There was one problem though. Auror training is expensive and takes a long time and Harry did not have a sickel left. So I got a job at a little coffee shop at a - lets just say „not so nice part" - of London. I paid all our bills with it for 4 1/2 years. Our small apartment - which was now mine alone, our food, Harrys Auror training. Just everything. And the he left me. He left me for her.

But I don't want to think about that part of my story now. Today was supposed to be a good day. My first date after my 8 months of being single. I looked in the mirror finally satisfied with myself. I was wearing black skinny jeans and a green v-neck sweater. I combined that with fake golden jewelry and a pair of black high heels. Now one might think the black heels don't go very well with the rest of my outfit. But they just made me absolutely happy. Harry always hated high heels. The reason why I only own this one pair. But I decided I will never ever let somebody tell me what to wear again. And since I loved wearing high heels I would just do it.

...

While walking down the street I still couldn't believe where I was going. If somebody would have told me a year ago that I would be having a date at coffee shop with Draco bloody Malfoy I would've laughed. I still cant wrap my head around it anyway. It was my friend Maria from work who had dragged me to the club „Level 21" a week ago. The „Level 21" was a new, hip, expensive club in wizarding London. It was the place to be - a place I could never afford and would never get in. However Maria is dating one of the barkeepers and he invited us to come. The security guy was not amused but didn't argue much either. That night I was wearing my black heels and a little black dress I borrowed from Maria. I didn't look poor or cheap but I didn't seem to fit in either with all the money and brands everybody else was wearing. Of course the most wanted bachelor of London was there to. Draco Malfoy. Filthy rich and extremely hot. Even though he was my childhood enemy I had to admit he was very attractive. We met each other at the bar. I was waiting for Maria to show back from wherever she went and he wanted to order drinks. After a couple insults we actually had a nice conversation until a beautiful women showed up and asked Malfoy if he needed help to get their drinks. I recognized her from the witch weekly cover at my home. About 10 minutes later Maria showed up and we left the club. You can see I was more than surprised that there was an owl at my window the next afternoon. An owl with a message from Draco Malfoy, asking me to have coffee with him. The coffee shop he picked was at a more expensive part of London. I've never really been here and I was starting to worry. What if he was not there. What if this was just a childish trick to hurt me. Our families are enemies after all. When I arrived at the little coffee shop I was seriously planning on just walking past it. But you know what. Even if he was not in there waiting for me I would keep my head up. I would buy one of the best and most expensive coffees I've ever had and leave with my head held high. No Man would make me feel terrible anymore.

I was still more than happy to see Draco Malfoy sitting in a corner at a table for two. He looked up at me when I walked through the door and gave me quite a handsome smile. I think my legs might give in if he keeps looking so damn hot. He got up while I walked over and greeted me with a hug. I could feel the hot of his breath when he whispered into my ear.

„Hello Ginevra"

„Hi" Oh my god did I just say hi like lovedrunk teenager. I need to get my attitude right. I'm not 15 anymore. I don't nee to act stupid just because I'm talking to an attractive man. Malfoy however didn't seem to notice. He just smiled and pulled my chair out. I don't think anyone ever did that for me before.

...

„You look gorgeous today." He said while he sat down in his own chair. I really had no idea what was going on right now but he actually sounded genuine.

„Thank you." I replied with a smile.

„What do you want to drink? Their Mocca Latte is to die for. Actually everything here is to die for."

„So are the prices!" I replied sarcastically. Did I just say that out loud? Way to embarrass yourself Ginny! Since I started to look at the menu I was worried about the money I brought. There was no way I could pay a simple coffee and a piece of cake. This was a crazy place. However I never planned to admit that to Malfoy. But he didn't make a nasty comment. He just laughed. He laughed? What was wrong with him? Harry never laughed about my comments. He always told me I'm not as a funny as I think and I should stop making jokes.

„Good one Ginevra" There was a twinkle in his eyes and he still chuckled.

„Okay stop the Ginevra thing. My name is Ginny." .

„I don't like Ginny. It sounds like you are a little girl and you are definitely not a girl." Oh geez. Draco Malfoy was flirting with me. And I was actually enjoying it.

„But Ginevra makes me sound like an old lady. And I like to tell myself I'm not an old lady yet!."

„Well beautiful I guess we need to come up with something different then. What do you think about Gin?" Seriously - Malfoy was pretty good at this. No wonder he dated a different Model every week. I know that because he is basically in Wich Weekly on a daily basis.

„Gin sounds awesome." I smiled at him. This situation is just unreal.

...

We talked and talked and talked for hours. About everything. He told me how his life was after Hogwarts. He works for the family business now. The Malfoy Cooperation. I think they make money with nearly everything. But I'm not sure. He has a penthouse in this part of London and he only goes back to Malfoy Manor on special occasions. Surprisingly both of his parents managed to stay out of Azkaban after the war. We didn't talk about them though. I kept my live vaguely. I told him that I worked as a waitress and have a small apartment in London as well. I'm not sure if he was wondering why I didn't tell him any more details about my life. He didn't stress it and probably thought I was being shy. Truth be told: there is nothing to tell. Harry left me 8 months ago and my family was so disappointed - in ME! My mom seriously lectured me on how to keep a good man. Ron threw a huge fit about how all of this was my fault. I didn't talk to my family for 5 months after that night. I tried again on christmas. But the fight started during family dinner and I left right when we were done. I did not open one present that night and haven't heard from my family ever since. But non of this was coffee date with Malfoy material. So I just kept quite and listened to him talk.

...

We stayed in the little cafe for the whole afternoon. I hat two cappuccinos and a brownie to die for. I really loved chocolate. Draco paid for it. I really wanted to pay for myself. But knowing I didn't bring enough money I didn't dare to offer. It was getting late when we finally left the cafe.

„So how are you going to get home?" He asked that with this handsome smirk on his face. Stupid him and his stupid good looks.

„I will apperate. I just need to go to the apperation spot down the block."

„I'll bring you there."

We started walking down the street silently. It was such an awesome afternoon. I finally felt kind of happy again. A feeling I've missed for a long time. I still didn't know why Draco Malfoy asked me on this date. I don't know why I accepted it. But I was more than happy it happened. It was a lovely, much needed day. And for the first time since 8 months I didn't think about Harry. My thoughts were to occupied by an intense, handsome, blond man.

Finally we arrived at the apperation point. He gave me another handsome smile that made my knees shake. He bent down, his face was right in front of mine. There were only millimeters between us and I could feel his hot breath on my skin.

„We should do this again." He only whispered. I could barely understand him but it his voice gave me chills.

„I would love too." He smiles as he hears my voice break at my reply. I just want to kiss him so bad.

Finally he closes the space between us for a short kiss. His lips only brushed mine lightly, but it was the best feeling ever. Another smile and he was gone.

...

Back at home I dropped on my couch with a goofy smile. I had kissed Britain's number one Bachelor Draco Malfoy. I have had a fun evening with my childhood enemy. I will be meeting him again.

I know that this will be drama. I'm not stupid. I read Witch Weekly and all the stories about him. Next week he won't care about me anymore. I will be just another woman he crossed of the list. But I didn't care.

My family would be furious if they found out. They would never ever talk to me again. They would probably disown me. Ron would yell at me for hours. My mom would lecture me how this will hurt poor Harry even more. But I didn't care about that either.

I will have another awesome evening with Draco bloody Malfoy. That was all that mattered to me at this moment.