A/N A drabble I wrote in a short period of time... Yayyy

Ginny was feeling very determined, as she normally did when she set her mind on something. Normally it was something small, like losing a couple pounds or winning a Quidditch game. But today was something different; something much bigger. Yes, today would be the day she told Draco she loved him.

But why today, of all days? She wasn't entirely sure, and if she had cared to think about it, she wouldn't have known the words for it. It was just that something felt different about today. The air felt electric and her heart was filled with want. Wanting to let him know she loved him; wanting to hear him say he loved her back; wanting the moment to be absolutely perfect.

So, what more romantic way than to say it at dinner that night, at some ritzy restaurant she normally would have avoided had it not been for Draco. Yes, the atmosphere had to be perfect, and it was. The tables were covered in satiny looking navy cloths; white napkins folded precisely; candles glowing and couples smiling all around. Ginny found it all a bit much, and really would have preferred to gone bowling, but you really just can't tell someone you love him while eating greasy pizza and wearing other people's shoes. The pianist played a soft, pretty number as a waiter, dressed appropriately in a tux, poured wine and inquired as to what to order.

"Is there anything special tonight?" Draco asked, meticulously rubbing his finger around the rim of his wine glass.

"The chef has prepared a special foie gras for the evening."

"I'll have that, thank you." For a guy who came from a family of Death Eaters, he certainly was polite, and Ginny always noticed he was certainly more polite in public than when it was just the two of them. To be honest, Ginny preferred the at-home Draco rather than this boring gentleman he appeared to be.

"And you, miss?"

"I'll have the same, thanks," she said, smiling at the man as he nodded and walked on. Determination setting back in, her eyes flicked to Draco, who was staring at her with a slight smirk, as always.

"So how was your day?" she asked, smiling, though her eyes were on her fork, which was twirling between her index and thumb.

"Why so formal?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Nothing formal about 'how was your day,' now is there?" she replied, their eyes meeting as she sipped her wine.

"I suppose not, but you're not one for polite questions," he commented, straightening his tie.

"There's a first time for everything, now isn't there?" How perfect was this? This could only lead into confessing her love for him, right? For saying that she loved him for the first time was certainly a relevant comment. "Speaking of which-" she began, but was quickly cut off.

"If you must know, my day was fine." Ginny opened her mouth to speak, only to be interrupted once more. She set her elbow on the table, despite the manners she had learned, and rested her head in her hand, her gloved fingers drumming away at her cheek. "Sales have increased four percent after hiring that Proops guy, and only after three weeks."

"That's great, b-"

"Harris was so pleased he gave me a bonus and an extra week of vacation." Ginny's jaw clenched in frustration. "Which reminds me, where would you rather go: Italy or Japan? I've heard they're both nice this time of year but-"

"Will you shut up? I'm trying to tell you I love you!" she exclaimed, rather loudly. A group of four at a nearby table tittered softly before resuming conversation. Ginny felt her face heat up and sighed, taking a large swig of wine.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Oh, you heard me," she muttered. No, this wouldn't do at all! This would not- no, could not be the way she told him she loved him. But what was there to say, now that the cat was out of the bag?

"Well, then, Ginevra," Draco began, taking another sip of wine. "That's very good to hear, because I love you, too."

Ginny looked up from her clear plate.

"Wait- what?"

"You heard me," he repeated, smirking once more.

"Well then, now that this is all sorted out," Ginny said, standing from her seat and straightening the skirt of her dress, "let's go bowling."

Perhaps the moment wasn't what she had planned, but it would have to do. And she was really in the mood for bowling.

A/N I can't decide whether I like it or not. But with my frequent writer's block, I'll take what I get!

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~Ellie