A/N: So, I've decided to try something new. I always write stories that are serious and dramatic and it's all about secrecy and such, but I wanted to write something light hearted and sweet. So here it is. The first chapter. I don't know how long this will be, at least five or six chapters, maybe longer. Please tell me what you think!

Ginny hated the winter. She hated snow and ice. The slush that soaked through her boots and up her pant legs made her cringe. She bundled her scarf tighter around her neck and shoved her hands deeper into her pockets. Why had she forgotten her gloves on a day like today? It was just her luck. She grumbled audibly as her red hair cascaded down her shoulders, allowing a few snowflakes to sneak down her back. She hated the winter.

Walking into the Ministry of Magic was a relief. She shook the snow from her hair, flinching as an ice cold drop dripped down her neck and settled by her lower back. She briskly made her way to an elevator, pulling out her ID badge and flashing it to the woman at the front desk. The elevator doors slid open slowly and Ginny stepped in, holding them open for the tall, blonde woman who came scampering through the lobby.

"You're a bit early to work today," Ginny smiled as Luna settled into the elevator.

Luna smiled back, "George had to come in early and do some work, so I came in with him." She rustled around in her bag, "Where are my office keys? I swear, this bag likes to eat everything I put in it."

Ginny smirked knowingly, "You guys came in to have sex in his new office?"

Luna looked up, grinning, "We had to get here before the rest of his staff came in."

"You guys are crazy," Ginny shook her head. "If my mum knew what you two were up too..."

"She'd either kill us or make us get married," Luna interrupted bitterly, "Thats why we don't want anyone to find out. He's already mad that you know."

"And why does he care if I know?" Ginny asked, "It's not like I'm going to run off and tell Mum."

"I don't know," Luna muttered. "He said something about leverage. I figured it was a weird sibling thing." She shrugged, "Although lately your mum has been acting a bit off. Who knows. She might be fine with us now."

"Yeah, Ron was a bit mad about that the other night," Ginny said cautiously.

"Did she tell you she was going to invite him?"

Ginny shook her head, "Dad was the only one who knew. I was surprised he was ok with it."

"Me too. I thought Harry was going to throw a fit," Luna shook her head, "I mean, it was Malfoy. Sitting at your dinner table." She shrugged, "I can imagine it was a bit of a surprise."

Rolling her eyes, Ginny muttered, "Harry has no right to be upset. It's been almost ten years."

"I know," Luna agreed, calmly, "But it's Malfoy. Harry is never going to be ok with him." She paused, "It was quite fun to see him squirm, though."

"Malfoy?"

"No, Harry," Luna grinned, "We could all tell he wanted to kick Malfoy out, but your mum would have murdered him. You should have been there. I have never felt so much tension over a plate of green beans being passed around the table. And after dinner drinks? Don't get me started. You get a bit of alcohol in Harry and he's feisty."

Ginny laughed as the doors opened and the two women stepped out. "I'm glad I wasn't there. It's too frustrating to be around Harry."

Luna nodded, understandingly, "I know, but you're going to be there tonight, right?"

"I have to be, it's Dad's birthday," Ginny sighed, "I just don't want to deal with Harry. Do you think Malfoy will be there as again?"

"I don't know." Luna touched her arm gently, "Don't worry, I'll keep both Harry and Malfoy away from you. I'll never leave your side." She grinned, teasingly.

"Unless George wants to go shag in the broom shed?" Ginny teased back. Luna stuck her tongue out at her and the two parted ways. Ginny sighed as she keyed into her office. To her surprise, an older man was sitting behind her desk. "Dad, hey, what are you doing here?" She set her bag down and started taking off her layers of winter clothing.

"I wanted to make sure you were coming to the Burrow tonight," Arthur said, kissing her forehead. Ginny raised her eyebrows and him and he sighed, "Fine. Your mother wanted me to make sure you're coming."

"Of course I'm coming," Ginny pulled her hair back into a bun, "I wouldn't miss it for the world. 65 is a big one, Dad." He smiled at her and turned to open the door, but she stopped him. "Dad, I don't want to cause any problems, but I was just curious if -" she paused, but Arthur interrupted her.

"If Draco is going to be coming to dinner again tonight?" Draco? She had never considered Malfoy's first name before. Draco. She shook her head to clear her mind and nodded. Arthur sighed, "I believe he is. At least, your mother invited him and his mother I think."

"Narcissa?" Ginny asked, surprised.

"Yes," Arthur shrugged, "Look, Gin, your mum is all about giving people second chances. She and Narcissa started having tea together again a few months back. The next thing I know, she invited Draco over for dinner." Arthur paused and touched Ginny's elbow gently, "He really is a nice man, Gin-bear. I know you've probably heard rumors from your brothers about the other night, but he was the perfect gentleman."

Ginny eyed Arthur's hand, cautiously, "I'm not sure what you're implying, Dad, but I'll give Malfoy a chance. If that's what you're asking me."

Arthur nodded and kissed her forehead again, "Thanks Gin, I'll see you tonight."

Ginny nodded and let him leave. She sighed, puzzled and sat down at her desk. What were her parents up to? She picked up her want and buzzed George's office. A few minutes later he walked in and looked at her, expectantly, "Whats up?"

"What are Mum and Dad trying to pull with Malfoy?" Ginny asked.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about," George grinned, mischievously.

"You're awful," Ginny threw a crumpled up piece of paper at him. He laughed and left, shutting the door behind him. She sighed again and glanced at the morning's copy of the Daily Prophet on her desk. A picture of Narcissa Malfoy and her son Draco adorned the front page. An article about an art donation accompanied the picture, but Ginny didn't bother to read it. Instead, she sighed again and pushed the paper aside before turning to her work.

Five o'clock came early that day. Ginny could have sworn someone turned the clocks ahead just to mess with her. She bundled back up in her winter jacket and walked the four blocks home. Twenty minutes later found her staring into her closet, convinced that she had no clothing. Finally she pulled on a pair of nice, dark blue jeans and a black top. She put some boots on and glanced at the clock. It was already five thirty. She was supposed to already be at her parents. Sighing, she ran into the bathroom and ran a brush through her long, auburn hair. After a moment of hesitation she put some light makeup on, then cursed herself for being so vain before running back into the living room, grabbing her jacket and flooing to the Burrow.

She stumbled as she landed and steadied herself before standing up straight and looking around. "Gin-bug, is that you?" her mum called from the kitchen.

"Yeah," Ginny hung her coat up by the door and walked into the kitchen. Molly hugged her tightly.

"How are you doing, Gin?" She asked, turning back to the stove, "We haven't seen you much lately."

"I've been pretty busy with work." Ginny said softly, "There's a management position opening up in the department and I've been trying to prove that I'm ready for the job."

"Well, thats nice, darling," Molly said kindly. "Now, why don't you go set the table. Everyone should be here shortly and I don't want to have to wait around to set the table." Ginny sighed and picked up the tray of plates and silverware before making her way into the living room.

She quickly set the plates out and had started sorting the silverware when Luna walked in, grinning from ear to ear. "You're never gonna guess what I just heard," she teased.

"What?" Ginny asked, a feeling of dread settling into her stomach.

"Apparently your mum wants to make sure that you and Malfoy end up sitting next to each other," Luna laughed, "George hinted that your mum was hoping something might spark between you two." Ginny groaned and dropped her forehead to the table. "I don't know, maybe you should give Malfoy a chance. George said he's a pretty nice guy."

"Thats not the point!" Ginny exclaimed. She looked up, "No matter what I do, my mum is constantly trying to interfere with my life! If I fall in love I want it to happen on my own terms, not hers! After everything with Harry she's constantly trying to set me up with people. First Neville, then Oliver, Collin and now Malfoy?!" She sighed, "I'm happy with my life. I love my job and I want to decide who I end up with, not my mum."

"I know," Luna squeezed her hand, supportively, "But, in all seriousness, Malfoy has changed a lot since Hogwarts. He was quite pleasant the other night. Not to mention, he is insanely hot." Ginny giggled and Luna smiled, "C'mon. I'll help you finish the table." The two women finished setting the dishes and then made their way into the living room. Ron, Hermione and Harry had arrived in their absence. Percy and his wife had also arrived and Molly was sitting on the floor playing with their kids. Harry balanced a young girl on his hip as he talked with Arthur, Ron and Hermione, but as soon as he saw Ginny he handed the girl to Hermione and started to make his way over to her.

Ginny took a short cut out of the living room through the kitchen and into the bathroom where she shut and locked the door before leaning against it. Harry was driving her mad. He had recently started seeing someone and he was constantly trying to console Ginny about it. She had made it blatantly obvious that she didn't care, but he was being persistent. Ginny found it irritating. She turned the sink on and washed her hands before splashing some cold water on her face. This was going to be an interesting evening. She sighed and dried her hands and face off before opening the door and slamming right into a tall man standing outside.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, straightening up and steadying herself.

"It's fine," a low voice said. Ginny's eyes shot up to his face and she locked eyes with Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy," Ginny said quietly. She stumbled again, surprised and he reached out to steady her. "Thanks."

"Anytime," he smirked softly. "Ginny, it's good to see you again."

"You too –," she stuttered for words. He had definitely changed since Hogwarts. His hair hung loosely at his shoulders, falling into his piercing grey eyes. His cheekbones, still as sharp as ever, framed his full lips, which were still smirking at her. He wore a simple dark green button up shirt with a teasing number of buttons undone, revealing the creamy skin of his muscular chest. His long legs were draped in well fitted black slacks and expensive shoes completed the ensemble.

"Can I use the bathroom?" he asked, teasingly.

"What? Oh, yeah – sure," she stepped out of his way, letting him brush past her. She rolled her eyes, embarrassed, as she walked into the kitchen where Luna was standing with Hermione and Molly.

"Oh, Ginny, did you see Draco? I sent him your direction to use the bathroom a few minutes ago," Molly looked up at Ginny expectantly. Ginny pursed her lips, but didn't respond. "Hasn't he grown into a handsome young man?" Molly asked, grinning, "You should have been here last week. He was wearing jeans and, whew, that man can pull off a pair of jeans."

"Mum!?" Ginny exclaimed, blushing furiously, "What –? Why would you –?" She threw her hands up and made her way to the dining room. The only person in the room was Narcissa. "Oh, sorry, Mrs. Malfoy, I didn't mean to barge in." Ginny started to back out of the room.

"Of course not, Ginny, please, come in." The older woman waved a hand so Ginny would sit down. Ginny did, hesitantly. "How are you doing?" Narcissa asked, "Molly mentioned that you're working at the ministry?"

"Yes, I am," Ginny answered politely, "I'm currently in spell regulation, but I'm hoping to get promoted up to the head of the department."

"That sounds absolutely fascinating," Narcissa said, smiling. "I'm always impressed with women working at the ministry. You don't see many women there." Ginny smiled back and was about to answer, when Draco walked into the room. "Draco, darling, I was just talking to Ginny about her work in the Regulations department. She's looking at a promotion to the head of the department. Isn't that impressive?"

"Quite," Draco said politely, "You don't see many women in the regulations department. Especially after the new budget cuts kicked in. I swear, of the people they fired, at least eighty percent of them must have been women."

Ginny eyed him, curiously, "That's true. I-I didn't think you kept track of the politics at the ministry."

"Of course," Draco admitted, "It all ties in to accounts at my company so it's the only responsible thing for me to do."

"Right, yes," Ginny stuttered. There was an awkward pause between them until Narcissa clicked her tongue, surprising Ginny. "I-um- I'm going to go see if I can help with dinner," Ginny managed to get out before she practically fled the room. She turned the corner and ran right into Molly who was doing her best to hide her eavesdropping. "Mum, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, sweetie, just getting things set for dinner," Molly smiled, "Would you help me carry some of these trays?" Ginny took some of the plates from Molly and set them on the dining room table. She made eye contact with Draco and debated on saying something when Ron and George entered the room, arguing about the new Potions professor at Hogwarts.

Molly startled hustling everyone in for dinner and soon Ginny found herself seated awkwardly between Draco and Luna. Luna leaned over to Ginny and whispered, "How are you holding up?"

"I want to die," Ginny whispered back, "It's bad enough that my mother is trying to set me up with him, but to make matters worse, I turn into a blabbering idiot every time he says anything to me. I don't know what's wrong with me! I haven't seen him in nine years!"

Luna patted her knee gently and gave her a weak smile, "I understand completely. Last week, every time he looked at me I turned into a giddy little girl."

Ginny giggled, but jumped when something brushed her hand. Her gaze snapped to her hand where Draco's finger had accidentally brushed hers when he had picked up her fork. "Sorry," he muttered.

"It's fine," she said. After a minute, she smiled at him softly. His face relaxed and he smiled back.

When dinner was finished, Molly stood up and said, "Everyone, we have cake and drinks in the living room if you'd like to make your way in that direction!" Everyone started standing, but Molly added, "Except Ginny. Would you mind cleaning the table Gin-bug?"

"Draco will help!" Narcissa offered hastily. Too hastily.

Ginny glared at Molly as everyone left the room, leaving her and Draco alone. The two stood awkwardly in silence for a few minutes before Draco sighed and said, "I'm sorry about my mum. She has this idea in her head about us."

"My mum seems to have the same idea," Ginny said smiling.

"I told her that I haven't seen you in at least eight or nine years, but she seemed to think we'd take one look at each other and fall madly in love," he rolled his eyes and started clearing away some of the dishes.

Ginny laughed and grabbed some silverware before following him into the kitchen, "My mother's selling point was that you look fantastic in a pair of jeans."

"Really?" Draco chuckled, "She should see me in a suit."

Grinning Ginny said, "I wouldn't mind seeing that either, I guess." She froze. Had she really just said that? Seriously? She was flirting with him. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have -"

"It's fine," he cut her off, smirking, "Don't worry about it."

"Right," she said awkwardly. She set her handful of silverware on the counter before walking back into the dining room to grab some glasses. The two finished their work in silence, but both took notice of the tension in the room. Every time they passed each other, the hair on Ginny's arms would stand on end and a shiver made it's way down her spine. She had nearly broken a glass when his arm brushed hers in the soapy water of the sink.

When they finished, they toweled their hands dry and headed into the living room. Draco handed her a plate of cake from the table next to the door and she took it, smiling. He smiled back and they turned to the rest of the living room. To their surprise, everyone was staring at them, silently.

"What?" Ginny asked, loudly. Everyone in the room burst out laughing and they all started talking and whispering to each other. She looked at Draco, questioningly, but he shrugged his shoulders, equally confused.

An hour later, Molly and Narcissa said goodbye at the door while Arthur, Ginny, Ron and Draco stood awkwardly behind them. Arthur cleared his throat to break the silence and said, "Well, Draco, it was nice to have you over again for dinner."

"It was a pleasure, Arthur," Draco said, shaking the older man's hand, "I couldn't miss a 65th birthday. Those don't come around very often."

"Of course," Arthur smiled, "We'll see you on Sunday for family dinner?"

"If you'll have me, I'd love to come," Draco smiled back, "I can't get enough of Molly's cooking." Draco turned to Ron and they awkwardly shook hands, "It was good to see you again." Ron grunted in response, obviously disgruntled. Finally Draco turned to Ginny, "I had a good time tonight."

"I did to," she smiled.

"I'll see you on Sunday?" It was obviously a question, not a statement. He wanted to know if she'd be there for dinner on Sunday.

"Possibly," she said quietly. She paused before adding quickly, "I'll do my best to make it."

He smiled and then joined his mother before opening the door for her. As the door shut behind them Ginny sighed and rubbed her eyes with her hands. What was she doing? When opened her eyes, she jumped in surprise. Her mum was standing face to face with her.

"Well?!" Molly asked excitedly.

"Well what?"

"What did you think?! Isn't he handsome? You two should go out for dinner next week. Oh! What about the Founder's Ball on Saturday evening? Why don't you ask him to be your date?! Just imagine –," Ginny cut her off.

"No! There will be no imagining or planning or conniving or anything!" She sighed, "Mum, he seems like a nice guy, but I don't know him at all. And I'm not going to the ball, we already discussed this."

"But –,"

"No!"

"Fine," Molly sighed, frustrated, "I just think you should give him a chance."

Ginny rolled her eyes and said, "I need to go home, I'm exhausted." She quickly said her goodbyes and made her way to the fireplace and to her own apartment.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed! Next chapter coming soon! R&R!