Edit: Still cringing at my notes. But when Ma asked what I was doing she insisted that I keep this kind of thing because it makes it more authentic or some crap. I don't know. Please just skip down to where the story starts again.

AN: Hey! Yeah, so I said it would be a while before I could update…a month is definitely a while. I was gonna upload some last week when I got home but then we had to take the computer to Best Buy. I had *dramatic pause* 124 viruses! Mostly all Trojans because I don't have Wi-Fi and just run off a public system. Which I don't recommend if you don't wanna spend a fortune on tech help. So, after far too long, I bring you chapter 4!

Oh, and here is a quick refresher bc it's been so long: Ginny is sad bc Harry is a hoe who is now drunk all the time to kill his sorrow. Draco is randomly there. They are going on a date. Harry angry *imitates the Hulk*. Hermione is a gossip. And that's what you missed on Glee! (If you didn't find that funny, I'm sorry bc it is late and I had a long day.)

It seemed to Ginny that Tuesday night was taking its sweet time getting there. Quidditch practice seemed to last for ages. It didn't help matters that the captain was ready to kill the team for any small mistake – he seemed to think that the match against Puddlemere United was of the utmost importance.

Ginny was ecstatic when 5:00 pm rolled around and they quit for the day. If she got home by 5:30 pm she wouldn't have to rush to get dressed and tame her hair. In accordance with Draco's owl telling her to dress semi-formal, she had picked out a one shoulder black dress that played up her small waist and gave her the appearance of having curves. Her fiery locks were down around her shoulders in gentle waves that had taken the better part of an hour to create.

As she slipped on her pumps there was a knock on the door. Fussing nervously with her dress she slowly opened it. "Hi," she gasped at the handsome man before her. Draco, though never poorly dressed, had gone all out in his effort to impress the redhead. His coal grey suit was cut in a manner which showed off his slender but muscular body. He had a tie of plum that brought out the colour in his brilliant grey eyes.

"Hello yourself," he flashed back with a smile. "You clean up pretty well, Weasley." Ginny swallowed hard, trying to push back her new found nerves.

"Th-thanks. You too." Draco chuckled.

"Come on. We have a reservation to make," he said offering his arm, the perpetual gentleman.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Ginny was shocked to find that the Maître d' knew Draco by name. "Master Malfoy! It is good to see you. And who is this lovely witch?" the man exclaimed, leading them to a dimly lit corner where the table was already laid out with candles and champagne.

As Draco pulled out her chair, Ginny whispered, "This place, it is so beautiful." He shrugged and said simply, "I like it." As Draco busied himself with taking off his jacket, Ginny took a peek at the menu and giggled. It had no prices on it.

He looked up at her. "What is it?"

"I think I momentarily thought you were a normal person," she said with another giggle.

"And what, pray tell, does that mean?" he grumbled, trying to look annoyed and only barely hiding amusement.

"What I mean is that," she paused unsure how to explain. "this menu has no prices, there is candle light, and champagne. I mean, you really went all out for a first date."

"And that's…?"

"A very Malfoy thing to do."

"Uh-huh," he said unsure. "Please continue. I'm still not sure how this isn't, to use your word, 'normal'."

"Well, I guess what I meant by not normal was…um…well off."

"Oh, is that what this is all about? Money?" Draco chuckled.

"It's just your flat isn't very…and I maybe…didn't think of…and…yeah." Ginny was quickly running out of words and feeling very foolish.

Draco, unconcerned by her words, reached slowly across the table for her hand as if giving her a chance to move it away. Grabbing it he said, "I hope it's not an issue. Because, well, I can tone it down next time. That is, if you want a next time." He gazed at her through his eyelashes, the intensity of it making her quiver but not from fear.

"I…I…yeah. Next time. I'd like that." The waiter chose that moment to come over, interrupting further conversation for a moment. Ginny was happy for a reason to change the topic. Draco followed her lead and kept it light all the way through dinner.

"So, you're a lawyer?" Ginny asked between bites of the lemon pie she was having for desert. She had been really impressed when Draco had ordered it without even asking. He simply shrugged with a smirk when she asked how he knew it was her favourite.

"Yeah, it's really not that special. Mostly paperwork," he responded casually. "I wish I could have gotten into Quidditch, but father pulled some strings and a summer internship turned into a permanent position at the firm. So no sports for me. Well," he said smiling to himself, "I am captain of the Wulfric, Wulfric, & O'Brian interdepartmental team."

Ginny laughed. "Well at least you get to play. Oh! You should come to practice with me sometime. Maxi will give you a real workout."

"Maxi?" Draco snorted.

"Oh…um…yeah. That's what we call Welkin."

"Why?"

Ginny blushed heavily thinking of the joke gone wrong that ended with Josh Welkin owning a life time supply of maxi pads. "You really don't wanna know."

Shaking his head Draco flagged down the waiter. "Would you like some coffee or more wine?" he asked her.

"Oh no. I'm fine."

"Alright. Check please, sir," he said as the waiter got to the table.

After pulling a money bag out of seemingly nowhere, because really, his trousers were way too tight for that, he helped her with her coat. She gasped as he gently pushed aside her curtain of hair, fingers trailing slowly across her shoulders. "Care to go back to mine?" he whispered in her ear, sending shudders through her body.

"I don't know, Malfoy," she breathed. "Isn't it a little soon for that? You being a gentleman and all, I'd think—" he cut her off with a grin.

"Oh shut it Weasley," he growled, grabbing her hand and easily pulling the redhead out to the street.

Giggling, she said, "You know I'm joking right? I'd love to go to your flat. Again. But get this straight Draco Malfoy: I'm not that kind of girl. Normally I would wait a few more dates before—oh!" He had cut her off again, but this time by firmly pressing a kiss to her mouth.

"Stop. Talking." He muttered against her as she giggled again. He pulled away, detangling the hand that had found its way into her hair, seemingly of its own volition. "Okay?" Ginny nodded a confirmation. "Okay. Now come on," he said grasping her arm and apparating them just outside his door.

The pair stumbled into the living room, a tangle of arms and legs. Draco could barely control his impulse to rip off the dress Ginny was wearing and take her right there, but he reminded himself that he's a gentleman, and was determined not to screw this relationship up. Their lips crashing like waves, he drew her closer, one hand on her lower back and the other in her hair keeping them together. He tugged lightly on her fiery locks eliciting a moan from her. Sliding his hands along her waist, Ginny shuddered, groaning into his mouth. Draco lost his composure. It was the single sexiest sound he had ever heard and he could no longer control himself. Pulling away ever so slightly, he quickly began lavishing attention on her neck. As she purred at his touch he pulled her dress up her thighs, one hand sliding up underneath it.

Ginny jerked away. "Oh. Um. Did I… you didn't want…going pretty well," Draco mumbled at her. Reforming his brain he said, "I'm sorry. That was inappropriate of me," taking half a step backwards.

"Oh, no. It's not you at all. I just wasn't clear in my intentions. It is only our first date and, really, it's a little soon, and I just got out of a huge relationship and—" she sputtered as she realised that his lips were back on hers. Pulling back she prepared to launch into another bout of word vomit, Draco spoke.

"Do you always have to do that?"

"Do what? I didn't do anything! I just—"

"Stop babbling you mad, mad woman!" Draco burst out in frustration. "I might kill you if you keep insisting on ruining a nice, or even awkward, moment with that inane chatter! Merlin's beard!"

"Done now?" Ginny questioned, shooting him a look that would make most people hide.

"Yes."

"Well good, because I'm going to go now. You are so rude Draco Malfoy." Turning on her heel the redhead stormed out.

"Ginny! Wait! I'm sorry," he shouted after her as she descended the stairs outside the apartment. It was clear to him, however, that she was not going to listen as he retreated back inside. Sighing he sat down on the couch. With a flick of his wand the radio turned on, playing so sappy pop song that only served as being annoying rather than distracting. Reaching for the dial to change it, Draco gasped.

AN: OOOHHHHH! Cliff hanger! But it's okay, because I have it written out through chapter 8! It just needs to be typed up and put online. So, don't worry my lovlies, it will not be a month wait for another.

I'd like to give a big thank you to my friend for putting up with random drinny questions at night and for helping me name the captain of the Cannons! You rock!

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