7 Two hours later.

That was two hours ago. And the only recent development was she had shifted position and he had started to tap his fingers on the table.

Ginny glanced at Draco. Only a few candles were illuminating the room. His hair sparked brightly in the glow and Ginny felt herself melt into a fantasy.

She walks into the brightly lit hall. The diamonds in her hair and draped around her neck sparkle brightly in the candle light. She looks around, her lips parted in a slight frown when she can't find him.

"Looking for me?" Comes the delicate whisper. She spins, her amber dark hair floating behind her and her gown billowing.

He stands there, his honey hair catching the light of the candles and bounching it back. He holds a rose in one hand, the other buried in his pant pocket. He looks up and she falls into his greenish gray eyes.

She looks away. "Of course not."

He comes to her, threading the rose in her curls. "It suits you better than those trinkets your fiance gives you."

She turns from him. He slips his arm around her waist. "You know we can't" She protests weakly.

"We can." He mummurs back.

"With you I have nothing. We are nothing."

He turns her to face him. "Is money that important?"

"You know it's not."

"Then forget it."

"I have obligations!"

He leans in. "Forget them."

"You ask me to go against my word?"

"I ask you to follow your heart."

She looks into his soulful eyes and succumbs. She lets all of it wash away and lets him kiss her. Her eyes flutter closed and-

"Weaslette?"

Ginny snapped out of her day dream to realize she was staring at Draco with what she knew were her bedroom eyes. She knew if she said anything it would be her seductive voice.

"Are you quite finished staring at me?" He asked, though in truth he wasn't really minding it.

She nodded, her face flushing, and looked back to the front of the room.