Chapter Two

Ace High

Three weeks ago Ginny Weasley returned to Draco's life. It took him an entire week to get over the way her hips moved when she walked. After that he got tied up with a few cases. It didn't help matters that Ginny Weasley and her more than shapely ass were always there.

Finally Draco locked himself in his study. That was where he was now, locked in his study, staring at his deck of cards.

Draco wasn't sure what the protocol for withdrawal from poker was but he was sure it couldn't get much worse than this. He was irritable, drinking more than he needed to and generally avoiding Ginny.

Ginny was not making that easy.

There was a sharp rap at the door.

He ignored it.

"Malfoy?" Ginny called from the other side.

He ignored her. Then the smell of pepperoni pizza caught his nose. He realized then that he was starving. He hadn't eaten since sneaking out of his study at nine that morning. It was Saturday and he didn't even have any appointments to take care of.

Draco deliberated for a moment until Ginny called out again.

He threw open the door. GInny stood there in black jeans and a black tee shirt with something or other written across the chest.

One hand was on her hip and the other held a paper plate with pizza.

She smiled at him.

Draco was not feeling charitable and lanced out an arm for the food. Ginny's smile faltered but she deftly pulled the food from his immediate grasp.

"Malfoy?"

"Gimme the food, Weasley!" He snapped.

Ginny's face hardened and she grabbed his shirt by the collar.

Draco's study was at the top of a flight of stairs. The stairs had a bend in them so when Ginny threw him down the stairs, the bend prevented him from going down all the stairs.

Draco lay there stunned. His head ached. His shoulder felt like it was bruising. His shins were trying to bruise as well.

Ginny moved lithely down the stairs. There was a frown on her face. She towered over him.

"I was trying to be nice to you," she snapped. "Apparently that effort will go unrewarded."

She dropped the plate of food onto his chest.

"Here's your bloody dinner," she growled, stalking further down the stairs.

Draco watched her shapely ass saunter away, wondering just what he could have gotten himself into.

(A/N: Sorry so short, all. Was going to be longer. Any way, I forgot that this fic was updating today. I promise to be better in the future.