A/N: Sorry for the lateness, but between finals and testing, I decided for the sake of my sanity I would hold off. It's a shorty but a necessary and the next chapter will be up tonight or tomorrow.

For those who hadn't read my Authors Notes until this point and are complaining about how I stole stories, I will make an additional general statement on top of my personal responses. So just to make it clear, If there are any elements from another story, they are noted in the authors note, usually with an 'it's an awesome story go read it.' If you are not the author, don't pitch a shit fit with me on how I plagiarized, because If I give the author credit it's not plagiarism. That about covers it.

New Note: This was Originally titled Where'd you Go? Let You Down, but with the new edits I found the new title more entertaining.

Disclaimer: I disclaim, the only thing I own is the details that surround the plot because essentially, the plot isn't even mine. It's the Cruel Intentions screenwriters, with various twists. [Still working on the catchy phrase]

When Blaise walked out of HQ his head was reeling. He walked to his favorite muggle restaurant so his head could relax and he wouldn't be disrupted. After he ordered his food, he couldn't help but think he was forgetting something. As he checked his various muggle gadgets, thanks to Hermione he could now check his father's company, as it was now a muggle and wizarding enterprise, and ate his spectacular food, muggles sure knew how to cook, not that they had anything on Molly Weasley, he couldn't help but think this was a well deserved break. At 4:00 after he finished all the work he needed to do for his father, he finally realized what he was forgetting, his monthly appointment with Draco at 2:00.

There was no point in even attempting to go now, it was far too late. Blaise had just done the one thing that he promised he wouldn't do to Draco. He had done the one thing that he purposefully made sure he avoided, unlike everyone else. He let Draco down.

When the two arrived, if Ginny was surprised by the beauty and assured expensiveness of the restaurant, she hid it well, which in turn intrigued Draco greatly.

Once they were seated, Draco turned to Ginny in preparation of the hoard of questions she was sure to ask. He wasn't disappointed.

"Alright Malfoy, spill, what is it we are doing?"

Draco smirked decided to bait her, choosing to play games, instead of answering her questions properly. "Well Freckles, I thought that was obvious, we're having lunch of course."

Ginny gave him a look that caused Draco to broaden his smirk into an almost grin.

"You know exactly what I mean."

"I suppose I do, however, I have yet to determine how wish to proceed with asking and providing explanations."

"Ask? The spoiled, self-righteous, rich boy, Draco Malfoy, the Amazing Bouncing Ferret, plans on asking something; something of a poor, little, Weaselette no less? This I have to hear." said Ginny overplaying her shock.

"Indeed."

The waiter came over and before Ginny could even open her mouth Draco ordered for the two of them. "My usual, for the both of us."

Ginny opened her mouth in protest as the waiter walked away, but Draco held his hand up to silence her as he said, "Just trust me."

Ginny shot him another look but remained silent.

"I know you are very curious as to why I brought you here, and why I asked, instead of demanded, you to come," started Draco carefully, while avoiding her gaze. "Now usually once a month, Blaise and I go out to lunch, followed by a less appealing trip that I must attend to as part of my therapy. Today just happens to be that day, but as you recall Blaise had some sort of fit, leaving just as I came to get him. This little trip has a time frame and I couldn't wait for him to get back, and it's the type of trip I don't want to have to attend on my own. I am asking you for two reasons. The first is, I'm asking you, because you already live in my house. There isn't much you don't know, can't assume on your own or find out easily, so a few more Malfoy secrets won't really make a bit of difference in the grand scheme of things. This trip just speeds up the process slightly faster than I would allow under normal circumstances, however I'm willing to accept that instead of allowing another person to get involved in my personal life, you are already involved. The second part is in regards to the location of the trip and the individual which we'll be seeing, which is why I am asking you instead of just taking you along."

"I'll go with you Malfoy." She said looking directly at him.

The waiter came over and brought two dishes of ratatouille, a vegan French peasant dish, whose herbs wafted throughout the entire restaurant. Despite this, neither noticed the waiter come and go, as they were caught up in what the other was saying.

Draco looked up at her sharply and met her eyes with his, "You don't even know where we're going."

"It doesn't matter," she said seriously, "it's obviously important to you, and you need someone that you can trust, and like you said I'm the closest thing you can trust other than Blaise on such short notice. "Besides," she went on, with a smirk, "next to Hufflepuffs, we're the only loyal house left."

Draco rolled his eyes, "you Gryffindors and your senseless decision making skills. You can't just blindly agree to something! Especially something a Slytherin says! What if I were taking you to a Death Eater reinstatement rally? Hmm? What if I were sending you to your death as some sort of blood traitor sacrifice? Hmm? Where would you be then?"

It was Ginny's turn to roll her eyes, "Oh for Merlin's sakes Malfoy, come off it. Honestly, I know bloody well that's not what you're up to, like you said, if it weren't important you wouldn't be asking me, you'd just be taking me. I'm going wherever it is you seem to want to take me and that's enough to be said about it, so shut your bloody trap and stuff your face so we can be on with it."

He stabbed a piece of eggplant before giving her a skeptical look. As he went to take a bite, he pointed his ratatouille infested fork at her and said pointedly "and you're sure?"

Ginny once again rolled her eyes and said incredulously, "Yes Malfoy, I am sure."

Draco shook his head and took a bite before saying in disbelief, "Alright Weasley, if you're sure."

"I am," she said fervently.

He gave her one more disbelieving glance before staring past her and saying, "We're going to Azkaban, to visit my Father."