A/N: Thank you SO MUCH EVERYONE! Seriously! I have officially reached more reviews and followers from this story than any other story I've ever written on this website, so I'm positively ecstatic! If it weren't for all of you I would have probably given up six chapters ago haha.

Also, thank you for the birthday wishes! I had an excellent weekend with far too much alcohol and I'm currently dying a little bit. But it was well worth it. ALSO - special thanks to the user "22Moons" for being a consistent reader from the very beginning! You are wonderful!

Anyways, I hope you like this chapter. It's a long one! I had a lot of fun writing it. Let me know what you think. :)


Ginny yawned loudly as she organized their potion ingredients on the shelves in their new potions lab. They had been there since sunrise, cleaning and organizing their new shop. She wasn't used to doing that much physical labor and her back was throbbing. She looked over her shoulder to ensure that she was alone in the room, and when she confirmed that she was, she performed one of the yoga moves that Luna taught her. As she transitioned to an upward-facing-dog position she moaned with pleasure as the tension in her lower back was released.

"What are you doing?"

Ginny nearly fell flat on her face as Blaise's dubious voice hit her ears. Her eyes shot up and she saw Blaise and Draco both holding large copper cauldrons with their eyebrows cocked, looking anther skeptically. She groaned and set her forehead on the cold cement floor before answering, "Yoga. Luna said it is good for back pain."

"And you're doing it here?" Draco drawled.

"I thought you guys were going to be gone a while, okay?"

Blaise chuckled and grabbed her hand, pulling her to her feet. A devilish smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he said, "Trying to get limber for Harry, are we?"

She slapped his shoulder.

"Shut up."

Draco set the cauldron down carefully with the others. The room was slowly coming together. They had conjured three long, beautiful, dark walnut tables that were placed parallel with each other, each table holding ten cauldrons. Each cauldron had its own comfortable seat for the future workers, as well as a set of tools that were majestically engraved with "Z.W.M.", compliments of Draco who insisted that the engraving was worth the extra money. They had conjured dozens of shelves that were now the homes of hundreds of expensive, high-quality, ingredients. Blaise and Ginny had spent weeks visiting various apothecaries attempting to find the correct quantity sufficient for their goal of mass-production, and they were relieved when they finally managed to collect enough.

Draco picked up a stack of envelopes sitting on the table and opened one. "Ah, another résumé! Harold Demeer: fifteen years of potions experience, has an impressive history of employment, and currently volunteers at St. Mungo's helping the ill. Sounds like a catch, I'll owl him asking if he's free for an interview this Monday."

Ginny frowned. "Fifteen years of experience? Why would anyone with that much experience want to work for a bunch of kids?"

"We aren't kids," Blaise corrected. "They want to work for us because we have a remarkable plan for the future. They know that this company is going to be successful and it is always better to get into a company when it is still small than when it is huge."

"I guess," said Ginny. "I just feel like a fraud 'training' these people when I've only recently been trained myself."

"You aren't a fraud. You are incredibly talented and it is only fair that you share your talent and wisdom with the rest of the population," Blaise said sincerely and Ginny smiled.

"I suppose you're right," She looked down at her watch and gasped. "Bloody hell! It's 6:30! I need to go home and get ready to meet Harry, sorry guys." She began frantically picking up her belongings as she sped through the shop.

"Why are you sorry? We need to go with you," Draco said, causing Ginny to freeze.

"What? No, you don't."

"Yes, we do. Well, I do," he said coolly. Ginny saw him smirk. "I need to take inventory of the product we have at your house as well as grab any résumés that have been owled to your house,"

"Oh, that's right. I need to go as well, I left my clothes that I'm going to wear for Luna and I's date at your house," Blaise said with a smirk matching Draco's.

"You're joking me," She said flatly and they both shook their head no. "You only want to come over so you can pester Harry when he arrives."

"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny…" Draco tutted his tongue. "I am offended that you think I would let such an immature action get in the way of my business. I am merely trying to do my job."

"Seriously, Gin. Really disappointed in you," Blaise said as he smiled, crossing his arms disapprovingly.

"No. Draco, that can wait until tomorrow," she tried to order Draco, "and Blaise you...you have clothes at your own house!"

"Sorry, Gin. Definitely can't wait until tomorrow," Draco said. At this point, his face was shining with a mischievous smile. He strolled towards her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "Don't worry, we will be perfect gentlemen when Harry picks you up for your date."

"You are both such dicks."

"And yet, you love us," Blaise said proudly.

"First thing we are doing when we start making some money is finding a new office that isn't my house," She huffed as she surrendered, knowing full well there was no way she would be able to convince them to stay out of her house. They finished tidying up their area, locked up the shop and apparated to her house. She felt like she could have punched them both when instead of promptly getting to business they sat on her couch, making themselves comfortable.

"I hate you both so much," She muttered, as she breezed past them, heading to the kitchen to retrieve any résumés that had been mailed to them.

"Love you, too, Ginny-kins," Blaise said, making Ginny roll her eyes.

"When is your date, Blaise?" Draco asked. "I'm surprised you aren't having a full-blown panic attack right now."

"Well, it was supposed to be at eight. But Luna had to work late so now it'll be at nine," He replied, and his face transformed into a look of panic. "I'm fuckin' freakin' out, mate. I've never felt so dehydrated in my life, my tongue feels like a sponge that keeps soaking up any saliva I have."

"That's gross, man," Ginny said as she re-entered the living room, taking a seat beside Draco handing him a stack of mail. "This is for you; you can leave now."

"I still have to do inventory."

"That takes five minutes. You can do it now then leave."

"Why are you so stressed about your date, Gin? You're so tense."

"It's not a date and I'm not stressed," She groaned. "I'm not the one sweating buckets like Blaise is over here."

"She's going to hate me, Gin."

"She fucking adores you, I don't understand why you're so scared. You've gone on a million dates with other women, just do what you usually do," She said, pausing her irritation to temporarily console her friend.

"I'm scared because I don't want this to be like my 'million other dates'. I actually like this girl and don't want to treat her like every other girl I've wined and dined," He said rubbing his face anxiously.

"Gin, this letter is for you," Draco interrupted, handing her a letter with a familiar loopy handwriting. Ginny gasped and snatched it from Draco, tore it open, and frowned. Draco looked at her, confused, and asked, "What is it?"

Ginny looked in his eyes before quickly crumpled the letter and shoved it in her pocket, "Um – it's nothing. I need to shower. I'll be back." She scurried to her bathroom and quickly locked the door before reading the letter that was sent from her mother:

Ginny,

I am deeply sorry for not reaching out to you earlier. Needless to say, I have been in a state of shock, disbelief, and anger since hearing about your business. I don't approve of you spending your time with those boys but last night I had the pleasure of talking to Harry and he informed me that you two are finally going on a date! Ginny, I cannot even begin to express how much more comfortable this makes me about everything. So long as you continue surrounding yourself with such a good influence like Harry, I have no doubt in my mind that you will continue making good choices. I miss you so much, Honey, and am so excited to hear all about your date with Harry. Please owl me soon so we can plan a meeting where I can apologize in person for my temper.

Love you forever and missing you deeply,

Your mummy xx

"It's not a date!" Ginny hissed to herself, feeling annoyed that she had muttered that phrase a hundred times since last night.

She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the warm shower. She inhaled deeply, letting the steam engulf her senses, as she tried to collect her thoughts. My mum, and most likely Ron, has admitted that the only way they are willing to forgive and support me is if I date Harry. But I don't want to date Harry. At least I don't think I do. She thought to herself, sadly. She thought back to the time when she was dating Harry in Hogwarts. He was a great boyfriend…but we are leading totally different lives.

She angrily scrubbed her skin with soap, each stroke getting harder the more she thought. How can they think it is fair to put such strict conditions on me!? What if I don't like Harry? What if I like someone else? She frowned as Draco's stormy eyes appeared in her brain and she let out a quiet, audible, cry of frustration. Why can't she just be happy that I'm pursuing something I'm passionate about? I'm not doing anything wrong. She audibly groaned in frustration.

But this is totally something she would do…you were crazy to think she would react positively about any of this. And you're miserable without them in your life. Maybe you should give Harry a chance? She took a large deep breath as she tried to decide. Draco doesn't even like you, Ginny. He cares about you as a friend, yes. But he doesn't like you romantically. It's never going to happen, get over it. She turned off the water and stood nude, leaning against the shower's wall for a moment, allowing her brain to get one last shot in before she was forced to be social again: Or maybe you could be a normal fricken' person for once and decide what you're going to do after dinner. Maybe Harry just wants to be friends.

She stepped out of the shower and looked at her watch; Shit! It's 7:20, no more time for a mental dispute today! She thought to herself as she wrapped the towel around herself, rushing out of the bathroom towards her bedroom, passing Draco and Blaise along the way.

"Ooo, naked Ginny!" Blaise called out jokingly and Draco's head whipped around urgently, only to look disappointed when he noticed she was wearing a towel.

"Shut up and pleeease leeeave!" She called out to them from her bedroom. She slammed the door behind her and desperately dug through a pile of clothes on the floor searching for an outfit. Her face fell when she realized most of her clothes had holes and stains on them caused by potions running amok. She cried in annoyance and cursed herself for not being more prepared as she began searching through her closet. Finally, she let out a squeal of excitement as she found an old, ivory, lace sundress she had forgotten about. Praying that it still fit, she eagerly put it on and let out a sigh of relief when it slipped on perfectly. As she looked in the mirror she felt satisfied with the dress, which rested just above her knees giving her a classic, vintage look. She quickly dried her hair with her wand and put on some basic makeup and reveled in the fact that she managed to get ready with ten minutes to spare. She put on a pair of white high heels before hurriedly walking into the living room, silently praying that Draco and Blaise had left.

Nope.

"Wow, Weasley," Draco said amusedly as he admired her outfit, "If that's what you look like when you're not going on a date I would love to see how you look like when you are on a date!"

"Shut up."

"You've said that a lot today, you know?"

"Shut up."

"I can't believe we are both going on dates tonight, Ginny," Blaise said, clasping his hands behind his head. "So, when do you think you and Harry will get married?"

"Oh my god, you guys are seriously killing me, here," She groaned and took a seat beside Draco, anxiously staring at the door. "Don't think for a second that I don't know what you're up to. I swear to god if either of you makes any rude comment I'm going to hex you into oblivion. I've done it before, after all." She glared at Draco, silently reminding him of the time she hexed him in his 5th year.

"Relax, Ginny. We are mature adults who are capable of having a civil conversation," Blaise said coolly. "But seriously, good luck tonight. Date or not, I hope he manages to gain some understanding about our company."

"Thank-you, Blaise. See? That is the type of things you should be telling me."

Suddenly they heard a loud CRACK immediately followed by a gentle knock. "Okay, he's here. Be cool, guys." She whispered right before opening the door.

As she opened it and saw Harry standing in front of her, she nearly fell over by how handsome he looked. He was wearing a gorgeous black suit that could rival Draco's, his stunning emerald green eyes were shining brightly, and a genuine smile beamed on his face. For a split second butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

"Ginny, hi. You look amazing," He said, pulling her into a friendly hug.

"Thank you, you as well. Wow, you sure clean up nice," She said, unable to refrain from checking out the handsome man in front of her. He never wears suits…he should always wear suits.

"Shall we go? Our reservation is in ten minutes."

"Absolutely," Ginny exclaimed, almost too excited when she thanked her lucky stars that she might be able to escape without Harry even noticing Draco and Blaise. But, of course, there was no way they would let that happen. Both Harry and Ginny's face fell when they heard Draco obnoxiously clear his throat.

"Are they here?" Harry whispered.

"Yep." She huffed and opened the door wider so Harry could see Blaise and Draco sitting on the couch, smiling like lunatics.

"Oh hey, Harry!" Blaise said, waving enthusiastically.

"Hey, buddy!" Draco said goofily, and Harry scowled but nodded politely in acknowledgment.

Blaise strolled to the door and crossed his arms and sternly shook his finger at Harry mockingly, "Now you make sure you have our little Ginny home by midnight."

"Are you done yet?" Ginny asked, irritated.

"I think so."

"Good. We are going to go now; don't forget to lock up before you leave," Ginny said before adding, "Oh, and good luck with Luna tonight. It's going to be great," She quickly noticed Harry's mouth fall open when he realized Blaise was going on a date with Luna.

"Thanks, I'll give you all the details tomorrow."

"Please leave some details out."

"No promises. Okay, bye! Have an excellent time!" He said, waving goodbye happily.

"See you, Harry!" Draco yelled, obnoxiously again, and Harry just gave a small confused wave.

Ginny slammed the door shut behind them and grabbed Harry's forearm waiting for him to apparate to their destination. When he remained silent and unmoving, she looked up to see him wide-eyed gawking down at her. "What?"

"They really just hang out in your house? Even when you're not there?" he asked skeptically.

"Apparently they do today. Trust me, it was not my decision. Come on, just ignore them."

And with that, they apparated to a fancy, upscale restaurant. Upon arriving, Ginny let her arm remain entwined with Harry's as he led her to a young, blonde, bored looking hostess who was doodling directly on the wooden desk. She didn't notice their presence until Harry let out a small cough. The moment her eyes fell on the couple she gasped.

"Harry Potter? AND Ginny Weasley?" She squealed, "This is the best day of my life!"

"Ohh?" Ginny said, unable to think of a different reaction.

"I absolutely ADORED you in Fusion. Oh my gosh, you are so inspiring! And you looked so beautiful next to Draco and Blaise," She exclaimed like a fan girl. Ginny's face was downright shocked.

"Oh my, thank you so much. That means so much to me," She said, blushing substantially. Harry looked cool and amused, and she figured it was because he was so used to receiving praise from strangers; it was probably entertaining to watch someone else receive it for once.

"Could I get an autograph? From both of you? My friends will never believe me."

"A-are you serious?" Ginny stuttered. "F-from me?" The young girl nodded profusely. "Umm, yeah of course." Harry and Ginny both signed a cocktail napkin for the excited girl and Ginny felt dizzy from the attention. She had never experienced anything like that before. Sure, people used to harass her about her relationship with Harry, but never had she been praised for her accomplishments.

"Oh, you made my whole night! Here, let me take you to your table," She said, beaming at the couple, and led them to a secluded round table with a white tablecloth and a candle in the middle. As the hostess set the menus down she quickly turned to Ginny to get some last words in. "

"So, are Draco and Blaise actually that handsome in real life?"

Ginny sent an apologetic look to Harry before replying awkwardly, "Umm…yeah, I guess so? I've never really noticed."

"Wow, how could you not notice? They could be models," She exclaimed, "Are they single?"

"Umm…sort of? Draco is for sure and Blaise is sort of taken," She said awkwardly, unsure if she should be sharing their relationship status.

"Oh my gosh, I cannot believe he's single! I have a chance," She squealed loudly before regaining composure, "Okay, well, both of you enjoy your meal. It was so amazing meeting you. Harry, thank you so much for everything you've done for us and Ginny, good luck with your future endeavors."

Ginny nodded in thanks as the hostess waltzed away and she turned to Harry with her mouth hanging open. "What just happened?"

"It looks like you have your first fan. Congratulations," Harry said happily and Ginny was still stunned when the waiter appeared at the table.

"Can I get you started with some drinks?"

"Um – Pinot Grigio, please," She said, feeling like she was in desperate need of a drink after that overwhelming scenario.

"Just a water, thanks," Harry said and the waiter nodded politely and left. He awkwardly stared at his hands for a moment and Ginny could tell something was on his mind. Finally, he opened his mouth and said, "So, it appears the entire world besides your family and I have decided to forgive the Malfoys for what they did."

Ginny rolled her eyes and said, "Harry. For the last time: He's not evil."

Harry sighed but surrendered. "Fine. He's probably not evil…but he's definitely an arrogant asshole."

Ginny chuckled, "Harry, believe me, there isn't an ounce of me that would ever argue that fact." She gently placed her hands on his hands, and stared him deeply in the eyes trying to search for a glimmer of understanding before saying, "But I don't think it is fair for me to punished just because my tolerance for arrogant assholes is higher than yours or my family's."

Harry sighed in defeat. "You're right. It's wrong for me to expect you to turn down this opportunity just because your coworkers are assholes. Once again, I'm really sorry for how I acted."

"That means so much to me," She smiled at him fondly as the waiter returned to drop off their drinks and take a food order. As the waiter left she admired the restaurant. "Harry, this place is beautiful."

"Yeah, I really like it. I've only ever been here alone so it is nice to have some company for once."

"You're trying to tell me that Harry Potter can't get a date?"

"Oh, I can," He said smugly, "I just choose not to I suppose."

"That's fair. I've kind of taken an extended break from dating, myself."

"So…you and Malfoy have never…dated, right?"

"Noooo, god no. If we had, I would have told you. We are just friends. Trust me."

"So…if you haven't, then why is he single?"

She rolled her eyes exasperatedly before saying, "Harry, if you keep asking questions like that I'm going to start thinking you want to date Draco."

He instantly turned crimson and shook his head urgently, "No, god, no! Sorry, I'm just trying to make sense of everything. You have to understand this is a weird situation…"

"Absolutely. Please, ask me anything and I'll answer honestly," She said encouragingly.

"So…Blaise and Luna? They're a thing? How the hell did that happen?"

"Oh my gosh, Harry, they're so fricken adorable," She squealed excitedly, "They're not dating yet, tonight is their first date. But they are so damn cute, it blows my mind. Even you wouldn't be able to deny that they're adorable together."

"That's so bizarre," He stated, clearly shocked by the information. "So what exactly is your plan with everything? What is the goal of this business?"

Ginny smiled in appreciation. She was so relieved Harry was actually taking a genuine interest in this. "Oh, Harry, it is so brilliant. We just got this crazy rich investor to invest in us and we just bought our first store! We've actually been there all day trying to clean the place up, I'm so bloody tired. But yeah, we have a ton of resumes coming in all day. Next week we are going to do interviews, get everyone trained, then in a month we will be opening. I guess you could say that our goal for the next few years is to be successful enough that we can expand and franchise our company so it is all over the world."

Harry gave her an impressed smile, "That is incredible, Ginny. I had no idea it was this big of a deal."

Ginny widened her eyes and nodded, "This damn business has honestly become my life. I spend any free minute thinking and reading about potions or how we can improve the company."

"I've known you for over a decade and I have never seen you so dedicated and passionate about something," He grabbed her hand delicately. "I'm so happy for you."

Ginny's heart melted as she looked in his eyes. This was exactly what she wanted to hear from him and she was so relieved that he was being so supportive. "Thank you, Harry. You have no idea how much that means to me."

"So, where is the shop?"

"It's in Diagon Alley. It's about a five-minute walk from George's joke shop. He doesn't know that yet, though. I plan on surprising him with the news sometime this week, he's going to be so excited," She said, beaming. She knew George was going to be so thrilled about how successful their plans have been so far.

"That's incredible. I can't wait to see it once it's open."

Ginny suddenly got a great idea. "Hey! Maybe after dinner I could give you a tour of the store? It's a little chaotic inside, but you'll be the first person to see it."

"I would love to."

They ate their delicious dinner while happily discussing topics that weren't related to potions or Draco, which was a refreshing change for Ginny. She couldn't believe how much fun she was having. When she looked in his eyes she felt as though she was transported back in time to when they first began dating. Everything felt new and exciting as simple brushes of their hands caused her stomach to flutter. She mentally kicked herself for not agreeing to this date months ago, although, she figured Harry's outstanding compassion towards her made her see him in a new light. Maybe we needed some conflict between us to show us how much we mean to each other? She thought to herself. She couldn't wait to tell her mother about how great the date had been.

Shortly after dinner, she found herself outside of her precious shop, her arm still resting on Harry's after apparating. She grabbed his hand and led him inside. The air was still dusty, and he let out a small cough.

"Sorry, it's so messy. We haven't quite finished cleaning." She apologized.

"No, no. It's fine," He assured, "Ginny, this is amazing. Do you own this? How much did this cost?"

"Well, the three of us own it. I honestly have no idea how much it costs. Draco deals with all of the finances," She explained, "Here, let me show you what Blaise and I take care of," She continued holding his hand as she led him to their new potions lab. She used her wand to give light to the dark room and Harry audibly gasped when he saw the majestic room with the 30 cauldrons and hundreds of ingredients.

"Bloody hell, Ginny. This is incredible. I've never seen anything like this in any wizarding community," He said in awe as he admired the room.

"That's why our company is so great. We want to revolutionize the industry. No wizarding business focuses on mass production but that is our focus. It is brilliant."

"Wow…" He said, gaping at his surroundings. Ginny leaned against one of the tables and happily watched Harry enthusiastically observe the expensive cauldrons. She was so happy Harry was so excited for her. He turned to her again and walked towards her slowly. He took a deep breath, as though he was mentally hyping himself up to say something, and exhaled. Finally, he opened his mouth to say, "Ginny, you know how much I care about you, right?"

"Yeah."

"And you know how much I like you, right?"

"Uh-huh."

He got even closer to her.

"Do you think…do you think we could give us another try? I just can't get over this feeling that we are meant to be together – or at least give it another chance."

Ginny bit her lip nervously. A huge part of her wanted to scream YES, but there was a nagging feeling in her mind that was trying to convince her that he wasn't the one for her. Her heart began racing as she looked into his eyes and saw his eager smile. Then her heart fell when the memory of Draco's warm arms wrapping around her body and his fingers stroking her hair comfortingly crept into her mind. She mentally shoved those feelings aside and buried them deep in her unconscious. After what felt like an eternity she finally opened her mouth.

"Umm…Harry. I really like you and I would like to see this work. But can we take it really slow? I'm not sure if I'm ready to be – you know – boyfriend and girlfriend, quite yet. Is that okay?"

"Absolutely, Gin. We can take it as slow as you need." He said, his face breaking into the happiest smile she had seen on him in years. Her heart warmed at how patient and incredible this man was. He took a step closer and put his hand on her waist and asked "Can I kiss you?" She nodded slowly and she felt his warm, familiar lips press against her own. It felt like she was taking a stroll down nostalgia lane as they kissed. Her heart was beating fast as she lost herself in the moment. It had been months since she had kissed someone and she wanted to embrace the moment. She was having such a good time she almost managed to successfully push the thought of Draco out of her mind. But not completely.

After her and Harry kissed and cuddled on the floor in the middle of her store for hours Ginny decided to head home around midnight. Harry kissed her passionately one last time, causing Ginny to blush extensively before apparating to her flat. When she arrived home she felt like she was in such a daze from her romantic evening, she didn't notice the person slumped in the corner beside her door until she accidentally kicked them. She screamed loudly in fear as the figure stood up, urgently 'shushing' her.

"Ginny, calm down, it's me!"

"BLAISE?" Ginny shrieked, still panting from fear. "What the hell are you doing? You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"Sorry! I'm sorry! I just needed to talk to you," He said. Ginny surveyed his face and noticed that he looked absolutely devastated.

"Blaise, are you okay? Why aren't you with Luna?"

"Can we go inside? I'm freezing," He asked and Ginny nodded. She unlocked the door and Blaise rushed towards the fridge immediately, grabbing a bottle of beer, and slumped on to the couch.

"Blaise, you're freaking me out. What happened?" Ginny asked, sounding concerned. She took a seat beside him and gently rubbed his back. He looked absolutely crushed as he tried to string together his thoughts to form a sentence.

"It went terribly."

"What did?"

"My date with Luna."

Ginny's heart sank as everything began making sense. "How was it terrible?"

"Everything was just…awful," He said glumly, taking a large swig out of his beer before resting his chin in his hand.

"Can you elaborate?"

He sighed, "I don't know what happened. It was like suddenly all our chemistry shut off. And we had nothing to talk about. Half of the night was spent in awkward silence. It was terrible."

"It couldn't have been that bad," Ginny tried assuring him while still rubbing his back, "I'm sure if you guys went out again it would be much better!"

He shook his head, "No. It was…like…so bad. I had this romantic stroll by the river planned and everything but it was so awkward before we made it there I strait up asked her, 'Hey, is this super weird for you, too?' and she said, 'Yes, maybe we should just be friends.' And I said, 'Yeah, I think that would be a good idea.' And she apparated away so fast I didn't even have a chance to do anything differently."

Ginny's heart broke for Blaise as he spoke, his voice sounding more depressed than she could have ever imagined.

"I'm so sorry, man. I would never have imagined it going so poorly. Who knows? Maybe it'll work out in the end?"

He shook his head again. "I don't think so. And even so, I don't think I can handle giving it another go only to be rejected again."

Ginny nodded in understanding. "I guess you're right. Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah, absolutely. It'll take a little bit of time, but I'll be fine. It just sucks, I really liked her. More than I thought was possible for me."

"I know… think of it on the bright side. Now you know how it feels to genuinely fall for someone so you won't waste your time on girls you don't really care about?" She said, trying to put an optimistic twist on the situation.

"Pfff, screw that. If anything this just motivates me to never fall for someone again," He said before giving a weak smile, "You know, you might not know this about me, but I'm kind of an emotional dude."

"I kind of figured," She said smiling back at him, "And that is why I adore you."

"Thanks, Ginny," He said, "So what about you? How was your date?"

Ginny flushed at the memory of her and Harry. She was so distracted with Blaise she nearly forgot about her passionate night. "Well…let's just say that it was a date."

"Daaaaang, did Ginny get a little freaky with Harry?" Blaise said, appearing relieved that the conversation shifted from him and Luna.

"No, no! We just…kissed…"

"So are you two…together now?"

"No! Well, sort of, I guess. We are going to take things slow and see where things go, I guess." She explained.

"Are you going to tell Draco?" He asked and her eyes darted to him.

"Yeah? Why wouldn't I?"

"I dunno, no reason. Just wondering," He answered and Ginny looked at him quizzically but chose to ignore the comment. "I guess fifty percent of the dates went well. That isn't the worst odds."

The two stayed up late watching some of Ginny's favourite muggle comedy movies. She figured he needed some humour in his life and she was happy to be there for him. Once Blaise drifted off to a peaceful sleep on her couch Ginny covered him in a blanket and quickly mused over how much she appreciated his friendship before going to bed.

She woke up early the next morning, full of energy and eager to get some work done. Blaise was still sleeping soundly on the couch so she quietly made a pot of coffee, wrote a note to Blaise telling him to help himself to any food in the house, and headed to work. It was nice to work alone for once, she thought, as she dusted the shelves in the storefront. She became so engulfed in her work and daydreaming about her date with Harry, she didn't hear the door open.

"Woah – you're here early," A tired looking Draco said as he strolled through the shop.

"Oh, good morning! I'm feeling highly motivated today, figured I should take advantage of it."

"Wish I had your motivation. I'm so bloody tired, Plato wouldn't leave me alone all night. That damn cat is needier than Blaise," He said, while yawning, and grabbing a muffin out of a paper bag. "Want one? They're pumpkin."

"Yessss please, I'm starving. Blaise was on my couch so I couldn't cook breakfast," She said, eagerly taking the muffin and taking a seat at the desk beside Draco.

"Blaise was at your house? Why?"

"Oh right…" She mentally kicked herself for letting that slip. She figured it would be best to let Blaise decide when he would share his news about Luna. "Umm…things didn't go that great with Luna. I don't think it's my place to get into the details, but yeah…"

"Wow, poor guy…I know I rag on him all the time but I was really rooting for him," Draco said sadly, picking at his muffin. "What about you? How was you date?" He flashed her smile, expecting the comment would enrage her, but instead she simply blushed.

"Umm…it was good."

"I don't hear you denying it was a date."

"Nope, no more denying from me," she suddenly felt uncomfortable about the conversation.

"Did you have a good time?" He asked vaguely, although it sounded as though there was a lot more being asked in the question than what appeared.

"Yeah, a really good time."

"Cool," He said before awkwardly asking, "Are you two dating again?"

She cleared her throat quietly before answering, "Sort of. We are taking it slow. See where it goes. You know how it is."

"For sure…" he said, his voice embedded with a hint of sadness. "I guess I can't say I'm too surprised…it's obvious that Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley are destined to be with each other." He looked deep into her eyes when he said it, and despite his joking tone, his eyes were begging her to deny it. To prove him wrong. To tell him that there was no way she would end up with Harry. She gulped and looked at her half eaten muffin. For a brief second she contemplated telling him she was thinking about him as she kissed Harry.

But instead, she said flatly, "Yeah, I guess we are."

After a brief moment of solemn sadness Draco cleared his throat, signalling he was done with that conversation. "Great. So um, I talked with my father yesterday and the weekend that we open he's going to have a celebratory ball in our honour. All the richest people in the country will be there. It's the perfect networking opportunity. Are you in?"

"Absolutely."

A/N: Poor Blaise. :( that was hard to write, feel so bad for the guy! Hope you all enjoyed it! Don't forget to review and follow! :)