Author's Note: I don't own anything relating to Harry Potter. I just like to write about hot guys with the name Draco. You know. ;)

Oh and an apology in advance...no song for this chapter. I couldn't really find one that worked for what I wanted. If you ever have an idea for one let me know! (It would help a ton!)

I had taken the week off of work, knowing well enough that I could break at any moment. (Although having Draco around was certainly a change in lifestyle, he wasn't the answer, at least not currently.) Because of this there was, of course, no excuse of work to get me out of lunch with Ginny, I decided to go.

Ginny was honestly acting like a bitch. Maybe I was just being moody, but everyone around me was acting bitchy. My friends, my coworkers...was there anyone else? I wasn't overly intent on spending my lunch and relaxation time with someone who didn't get what I was going through; thought I was acting overly dramatic. The only person who somewhat understood me was, well, Draco. But, I didn't have time for him.

It was two fifty. Ginny would be at Hog's Head by now, knowing she always liked to be early like me, one of the many things we had in common. (Our stubbornness also shared.)

"Malfoy, I'm heading out to meet Ginny," I said to the man on my sofa. He looked over the book in his hands, most likely gotten from my library under the steps. His eyebrows were raised, eyes creased from a slow smile.

"You honestly think you'll be able to handle her again? Like yesterday went so well?" he asked. He closed the book on one finger and crossed his legs; he was in a suit again, seemingly the perfect representation of a powerful and successful man. Yeah right, I thought. He's just as wounded as me.

"I'm going to do my best," I replied. "I probably won't be back until after you would have dinner so, like usual," I motioned to the kitchen and adjusted my hair with one hand "fridge is open."

"Good luck," Draco said. He opened his book again and lowered his gaze. I grabbed my purse and put my wand into the large pocket. I walked to the door and turned the knob to leave, not ignoring the eyes I felt bearing into the back of my skull.

I apparated to the Hog's Head front door with a loud Pop! that in a non-wizarding world would make heads turn; here people heard it as if it were a door opening. I pulled the large oak handle and entered the dark bar, spotting a flash of bright red in the corner. Ginny was sitting at the table furthest from the entrance, throwing back a glass of Firewhiskey no doubt. I took a deep breath to steady myself and started for her. Ginny looked up when I was a few feet away.

"Mione! You actually came!" she yelled. She stood and gave me a hug, similar to the one she gave at my door the day before.

I just smiled not knowing how to respond. The redhead noticed my hesitance and said, "I'm really sorry about yesterday. I was being way too much like Ron. It's just a bit hard to break old habits you know?"

"Yeah Ginny. Trust me I know. Thank you for the apology." I felt relieved. I didn't want to dislike my friend, especially one I held so close. She placed a hand over mine on the table, a small gesture that meant a lot to me. Peace.

Ginny waved at the bartender and caught his attention. "Two butterbeers please!"

The man nodded and I thanked her for ordering.

"So how's Harry been-"

"Cut the crap Mione," Ginny started. "are you shagging that man yet or what?"

If I had had the butterbeer in front of me at that time I would have spit it all over me and

Ginny. "Wha-What? Excuse me? I'm not...shagging Malfoy, or anyone for that matter. He's just a...friend staying at my house. Temporary you know?"

Ginny smirked and downed a shot of firewhiskey. "Didn't seem too temporary to me. He would've left by now. It's almost been a week." I looked down into the drink in front of me, swirling it around the glass. "He uh, actually did leave. Twice."

"You fucking with me? What happened?"

"I don't know," I said. "He's stressed from the company collapse, family, I don't know. I didn't really ask."

"Damn girl that's crazy." She paused. "But come on, are you seriously not fucking him? He's SO hot! I'd like to-"

"Ginny," I interrupted. "Please."

Then she really smirked. Her whole face lit up and she sat back in her chair with a knowing look. "You like him," she said. "And by that blush and the complete cut off I'm thinking you like him a lot." I blushed furiously and looked down at my hands under the table.

"Well I mean," I tried.

"Mione. Don't lie. Don't you dare."

I sighed and grabbed the handle of my beer. "Ok fine, maybe I think he's attractive. Just because I feel that way doesn't mean I necessarily like him. Besides, even if I think he's attractive, we don't even touch or do anything else besides talk and eat together. And even that one time we did touch-"

"WHEN?" Ginny exclaimed.

I smiled a little and said, "Well I mean he brushed by me once and touched my arm but a day or two ago-"

"Yes?"

"I had a crumb on my face and he brushed it off. It wasn't much but…"

"Girl, why are you here? Go home and fuck that boy."

I laughed loudly, filling the small bar with my girlish laughs and embarrassing myself. "We haven't even eaten yet!" I said.

Ginny took her turn laughing and said, "Well afterwards then. Waiter!"

We both leaned back in our seats, hands on our stomachs. We ate large sandwiches and another glass of Butterbeer, completely filling our need for food. Ginny called the waiter over for the check. He shook his head and came to the table. "Sorry miss, no check needed. This one is on us. Thank you for what you did."

Then he just walked away. Like it was nothing. Nothing. My mood changed and I wanted nothing else than to curl into a ball and fade away to nothing.

"Mione are you ok? You look sick." Ginny's hair hung on the side of her face, blocking her distressed features from all except me.

"Yeah. Um, I think I just need to get home."

"Hermione-"

"Ginny I'm sorry." I stood up and grabbed my bag. "I just need to get home. I'm so sorry."

Ginny looked confused, yet understanding. "Don't do anything you'll regret Mione."

Draco was sitting on the couch. Except for the change of clothes and empty takeout containers in front of him, one would've assumed that he hadn't left that spot all afternoon. The sky was dark, allowing no light from the front window over the couch; a lamp lit the pages for Draco. He wore sweatpants and a dark tee, Chinese food containers placed in front of him.

He looked over the pages of his book and I realized he wore glasses. They were light brown and slightly rounded. "Granger, are you ok?" His kind words took my mind off of the attractive glasses that he took off with one hand.

I shook my head no and crossed my arms. "Draco," I said.

"Yeah?" Fuck it. Maybe Ginny was right.

This was wrong. "I need a distraction."

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