Embarrassed
Draco put one hand on the opposite side of Ginny so that he was leaning over her, enough for her to be aware of him without quite touching. His face was very close, but it was shadowed enough that she couldn't quite make out his features. Her heart tripped and beat faster, for the second time that night acknowledging something so primal that had nothing to do with rational thought. What cologne is he wearing, Eau du Screw-Me-Silly? She tried to inhale surreptitiously. Mmmm.
He reached up and pushed back a stray lock of her hair, fingers tracing her hairline gently. It was sublimely sweet and sent thrills down her spine, but she summoned the will to push his hand away. "Draco," she said gently. "I'm married."
His expression didn't change, as far as she could tell. "And?"
"And?" she repeated, indignant. "And I love Harry and I'm faithful to him."
His eyes went cold and shuttered, and for a moment he resembled Lucias so much that Ginny shivered. "Look, Ma- Draco." She pushed him back in order to sit up, putting some distance between them. "Gryffindors are known for courage, sure, but chivalry is close behind. Why did you think I would..." She couldn't quite make herself say cheat.
" 'Why?' " He gestured at their surroundings, upset. "Look where we are, Ginny! You went along on one of the most elaborately romantic dates I could think of! Of course I -" He stopped and growled, raking a hand through his hair and loosening it from its queue. "I've never felt this kind of connection to anyone before, and I thought… Well, why else would you have come?" He looked honestly confused.
The events of the past week suddenly rearranged themselves in her mind. It's called friendship, she wanted to tell him. But then, he's never had friends so much as lackeys, so this is all new. Ginny covered her eyes and groaned quietly. "I like you, Draco. I think you've turned out to be a really decent person, and I've had a lot of fun in the last few days. As a friend." Draco picked at the rock beneath him, turning furiously pink.