A/N: Again, to Meagan, my sister, who would totally lock someone in a freezer.
Chapter Seven
All According to Plan
Draco's POV
I could see it in her. She's a fire cat and she was not pleased about me being in her kitchen. She's told me as much.
So there I was in her kitchen, chatting up one of her coworkers, another chef I believe. He was a nice guy and reasonably interested in Ginny. However he saw more fish in the sea and he seemed quite okay with not dating his boss. Ginny would probably never fire him if they broke up, she was too nice for that, but she definitely would alienate him at least a little.
Girl's got fire.
In any case, I was minding my own business. That is to say, I was waiting around for her to show up so I could... I dunno, flaunt my body or something.
All I got around to doing was smile at her as Jeff introduced me. Ginny managed an almost real smile before an order came up and Jeff excused himself.
Ginny's smile disappeared and in the next instant I was leaning against a stack of frozen meat boxes. Somehow Ginny had managed to get me out of the kitchen and into the freezer. I absently wondered if she was just going to leave me here and chop me up later for the Friday night special.
But rather than storm out and issue an edict that the freezer was off limits, she stood before me. Well, paced before me.
"What the hell am I going to do?" she finally asked, standing before me.
Her breath was coming out in cute little puffs of steam and I wanted to just kiss her. I sense that would be a bad idea and racked my brains for something else to do.
"About?" I replied dumbly. Hey, just cause I'm gorgeous doesn't mean I don't have my moments of stupidity.
She glared at me, arms crossed over her chest. This pose forced her breasts up and I was finding it hard to ignore them. Still, that would have been rude, so I swallowed that impulse and met her eyes.
"You. You're everywhere. I don't like it."
"You don't like me?" I asked, feeling the need to make this distinction.
"Shut up!" She snapped.
I shut up.
"I don't like you being in my area. This is my kitchen. If you don't work here I don't care who you are or how good looking you are, or who you want to sleep with. You get the fuck out of my space."
She left then.
I watched her go. Okay, so I was officially kicked out of the kitchen. This meant several things. The foremost of which was that I was getting to her. She was finding excuses to keep me out of her area. Which was a good thing in my book.
Unfortunately this left me in a bind. How was I going to make sure she broke up with Potter if I couldn't stalk her and make sure she thought of anything more than him?
Well, there was an easy answer to that.
(A/N: So? What do you think Draco's going to do?
To Bel Dumbledore: Will do! :3
