Chapter Ten

November

Ginny's POV

I was going to kill someone and oddly enough it wasn't going to be Draco.

Actually in the three weeks since I had hired Draco on, he had been nothing but polite and courteous, if I ignored the occasional innuendo he sent my way from time to time. I knew the boy wanted me but I wasn't ready to do anything about it yet.

No, strange as it may seem, Draco was not my problem. Would that he was. I could just fire him.

I couldn't fire my damn boyfriend.

Harry was being a moron and I was within inches of killing him. I knew it was a sin to kill him but it had to be some kind of sin to piss off your girlfriend enough that she wanted to kill you.

It had started with Halloween. For Halloween, a week after Draco started working here, we had hosted several parties, including a rooftop party since we finally had the bar up there running. We wouldn't be able to open it until March or so when it got nice enough again but the employees were partying and we had all invited friends and family. The twins were goofing off as usual and it hadn't even occurred to me that I was going to have my boyfriend and the object of my reluctant affection in the same building together.

Harry typically blew a gasket when Draco and I got off work and came up to the party, together.

Not like that. Not together together. He was just being nice and holding the doors for me.

And yes, I was guilty of smiling politely at him but was that any reason for Harry to storm over, glaring at Draco and pull me off?

I thought not.

I hadn't thought much about it at the time but I did notice that Draco looked forlorn so when Harry finally let me go for a dance, I sidled up to Draco and asked him to dance.

Draco had smiled and accepted and we had danced.

Needless to say, that dance has been the major factor, if not the only factor in my current trouble with my boyfriend.

I collapsed in my chair and groaned about the injustices of my world.

A pair of strong hands gently took my shoulders and began to massage them. I leaned back into the massage. "Thank you," I muttered.

"Don't mention it," Draco replied.

I tensed slightly but the hands felt too good. I let him work the kinks out of my shoulders as I ruminated on what the hell I wanted to do with my boyfriend.

Harry and I had been a problem since even before the war. Before Draco entered my life, this time as a hero.

Our relationship had been strained and the war had not helped things. It also hadn't helped that I was capable of taking care of myself, something no one seemed willing or able to admit.

Except Draco, I thought suddenly. Now why the hell was that?

I ruminated on that for a minute. Draco had saved me with his kiss that night but since then there had been countless times where he could have come to me and told me to stop, that it was too much for me. He had that right and he knew it.

Harry hadn't and he had still tried to stop me every step of the way. How many times had he told me that these sort of things weren't going to work?

Anger flickered through me and I felt the need to confront Harry.

I opened my eyes and looked up at Draco. His face was turned from mine and he was clearly thinking about something but when I moved he looked down at me with a faint smile and my heart skipped a beat or two.

"Draco, could you do me a favor?" I asked.

"Fire away."

I took a deep breath.

"Can you get Harry for me. I need to speak with him...alone."

(A/N: soooo, do you guys want the break up scene? Cause I can put that in here.