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Chapter 11

Ginny POV

The rest of the week seemed to fly by as the day of the Weasley Family Dinner approached. Lunch on Tuesday with Draco had been a major surprise, especially when he officially proposed. That night I found myself lying in bed laughing my head off as I looked at my ring. It was a stunning ring, that was for sure. I didn't dare ask how many karats the big diamond in the middle was.

On Wednesday, one of my two days off, Draco showed up again, this time at my flat after I got out of classes. He said that Penelope Padwan got my clothes done a few days sooner than expected so we went to pick them up. Once we got everything, I only took a little bit of it home with me, just the basic things I'd be wearing. The more summer clothes and all the fancy clothes that I'd have no use for went back to Malfoy Manor. It saved me room seeing as my closet was only so big. Even with using the second closet once used by Luna, I wouldn't have enough room for it all.

As much as I had internally protested this new wardrobe, I found myself looking through the clothes with glee. I'd very rarely gotten new clothes. Most of what I got was hand-me-downs or second hand. It was only once I was on my own and making enough money to put a little bit back here and there that I actually had enough money to get some new clothes. To have a full new wardrobe of such beautiful clothes was exciting.

After all my clothes were where they belonged, Draco said he'd take me out to dinner. This time we didn't go to a fancy French restaurant that I felt out of place at or the café with my nosey coworkers. This time he let me chose. He was surprised when I said we should go back to my flat. I think for a minute he thought I was going to make dinner for us. Oh how mistaken he was! I ordered Chinese food from the place down the street and introduced Draco Malfoy to the best food on the planet.

Much to his surprise, he loved it. At one point I had to physically take away the sesame chicken from him just so I could get some. And much like I'd done with Luna, we both ended up overstuffed and relaxing on the sofa, on the verge of exploding. But the food was so good it was well worth the after dinner agony.

He kissed me again that night, right before he left. It wasn't hard and demanding like I'd almost expected, just a soft sweet kiss that didn't last nearly as long as I'd have liked. "Goodnight," he'd whispered against my lips when we broke apart. With that, he stepped back and disapparated, leaving me standing in the middle of my living room wishing he were back.

As I lay in bed that night, my mind was racing with thoughts of Draco Malfoy. He wasn't at all like the same person I'd known all my life. This Draco was nice, thoughtful, had a wicked sense of humor, and was easy to get along with. He wasn't too big on trying new things, like the Chinese food, but when he did he loved it. He was nearly as stubborn as I was and that was saying something.

He was a great kisser, making me feel things I'd never felt when kissing Harry or any of the other boys I'd dated. The way he kissed rang experienced but for some reason that didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. According to Padma, who kept up with Witch Weekly religiously, Draco hadn't been seen with any other women than me since the Marriage Law had been enacted. So, that meant he was faithful to me, or at least appeared to be that way.

I found myself thinking about this new law in a different light. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all. I felt grateful to the Ministry for doing this to everyone. Without it, I wouldn't have ever really gotten to know the boy behind the façade that he so easily put on. He wasn't mean and cruel, truly hateful and self-centered. Well, he could be a bit self-centered on occasion but everyone had their moments.

I learned a lot about him as we sat in my flat gorging ourselves on Chinese food. He actually did have a job, much to my surprise. He was the head of his own company. It had been passed down from family member to family member and, from his mother's side of the family, it became his. It wasn't a big company, but they had a lot of high class clients. They would oversee estates and assets, dealt with all kinds of legal documents to do with inheritance. They could do almost anything their clients needed.

Being the head of it, he could take time off when he needed and he usually worked from home. His company had their own building that was in the middle of muggle London. They had a smaller branch that could deal with muggles too, a surprisingly good source of income. That had actually been Draco's idea, to offer services to muggles. If one side of it ever suffered, there would be no major repercussions because of the duel income outlets. He did it to offer more stability to his employees.

I felt a bit ashamed as he explained all this when I thought back on the comment I'd made to him about how some people worked, unlike him, and actually made their own money. He was making a lot of money and probably never touched what was left to him by his father. He was quickly making his own fortune.

One of the most surprising things I found out about him still made me laugh when I thought about it. His favorite color wasn't green or silver like I'd always thought. It was blue. Not light blue or any pastel color of course, but dark midnight blue. He wasn't nearly as Slytherin as it would first appear. When it came to clothes, I noticed that he didn't wear blue or green or any other color though. He wore primarily black. I'd never seen him without his black slacks and only once had I seen him in a t-shirt instead of a dress shirt.

He put a lot of stock in his appearance, that I'd always known, but it was only that night I found out why. Being the head of his own company he had to look the part. If he was seen on the street, he didn't want to look like a 'pauper' or 'slob.' He'd grown up being told that appearance was nine tenths of the law. People were more likely to trust someone who dressed nice, but not overly so.

There was a lot about Draco that I never could have imagined existed and I was finding myself enjoying learning about him. He didn't talk too much, mostly just answering questioned I'd asked. I found myself talking more and more about me as the evening had worn on. I told him what it was like having so many older brothers, how annoying they could be. I also told him how much I enjoyed it though. Growing up, we could practically make our own Quidditch team and we played all the time.

I told him about Bill and Fleur having their daughter, Victoire, and the fact that they were expecting their second child. They had only just announced it to the family last month. She wasn't even showing much yet as far as I knew. It had been a few weeks since I'd seen her. I also talked about George and the joke shop. Before long the topic changed to Fred. It was still hard to think about the loss at times. I changed the subject quickly, moving on to talking about my parents.

As I chatted about my family, I could see an almost sad smiling forming on Draco's face. I realized he'd never really had much of a family life. His father had been a raving lunatic after all. His mother wasn't much better from what I'd heard. She was okay in most people's eyes though because she'd, if only for personal reasons, saved Harry during that fateful final battle.

Lying in bed, thinking about all this, my mind wandered to the upcoming dinner. I wondered if my family would be as accepting of Draco as I'd become. It still surprised me sometimes how close I'd been getting to him. In a way, it scared me. I'd been planning to make him fall in love with me, but I'd not expected myself to fall for him in return. But I was, slowly I could feel myself falling for Draco Malfoy. The scariest part though was the fact I didn't mind.

The next day, I didn't see or hear from Draco at all. I assumed work finally caught up with him and he had a lot to deal with. I tried not to let his absence bother me. I'd begun to get used to having him around. Without Luna living with me, I became lonely often. It was nice to have a break from the loneliness and spend time with Draco.

After I got out of class, did my homework, and gave the flat a thorough cleaning I decided I wanted to go out to eat. I still wasn't used to eating dinner alone. I'd never eaten dinner alone until the past few years. Even then, it was a rare occasion as I had almost always had dinner with Luna.

Seeing as I had gotten paid earlier that day, I had money to spare. Without having to worry about rent and bills, I could go out to eat wherever I wanted. Well, I already knew I wouldn't do anything expensive though. There was no point to wasting money. Tomorrow I'd planned on going to Gringotts and depositing some money into my vault and maybe put a few galleons into Mum and Dad's vault. Mum would need quite a bit of money to get enough food cook for everyone on Sunday. All my brothers, especially Ron, seemed to have endless appetites.

Changing out of the clothes I'd cleaned in, I slipped on a new pair of jeans and a nice button-up blouse. It was nothing fancy, but the clothes screamed quality. After putting on a pair of new sneakers that were fitted with a permanent comfort charm, a very nice thing indeed, I grabbed my jacket and purse and headed out the door.

My feet found the familiar path on their own accord and before I knew it, I was standing in front of the Caddy Corner Café. It was already seven thirty by the time I got there and the café closed at eight so the place was pretty much deserted. Walking in the all too familiar door, I let the heat surround me. I'd forgotten to put the heating charm on my jacket when I left.

"Hey, Ginny!" Cady exclaimed from where she'd been sitting at the drink station. "Come for dinner?"

"Yeah," I said, pulling my jacket off. I didn't wait for Tawny, who was on the phone with who I assumed was the vet, to seat me. Instead I just walked over to one of the booths and slid in.

"Coke?" Cady asked, walking over to me with a full glass already in hand. Wow, I was getting really predictable.

"Of course," I said with a laugh.

She dropped a menu down on the table before sliding across from me. "Spill," she said simply as I picked up the menu.

"About what?" I asked innocently, pretending to read the menu when in all actuality I was using it to hide my grin.

"That hunk of a man that came in Tuesday and proposed to you! I didn't even know you were dating anyone, let alone that serious," she said quickly, her eyes wide. I hadn't seen her since then seeing as it was Jade and I working the morning and lunch shifts today.

"Oh, that," I said slowly, grinning over my menu at her. "I'll have a cheeseburger and baked potato."

She gave me a scowl for avoiding her question. "Jack, Ginny wants a burger and a potato!" she hollered back towards the kitchen rather than writing it down and taking the order back to Jack. "So, who is he?"

"His name's Draco," I said simply, holding my hand out to show her the ring, smiling like a fool.

"He's rich!" she exclaimed, grabbing my hand and staring at the ring. "To afford that he has to be rich!"

"He's the head of his own company," I told her, glad now that I knew that. "So yeah, he's fairly well off." I decided to opt out telling her about his manor and truly vast amount of wealth.

"Fairly well off?" Cady asked with a laugh. "This ring has to be worth at the very least ten thousand dollars. He's more than well off, he's filthy rich."

I just shrugged and took a sip of my coke. "Well, yes, he's got money," I said, pulling my hand back and looking down at the ring in a new light. Was it really worth ten thousand at the least? Why did he throw away so much money on me, a girl that if he had a choice he would even marry? It didn't make much sense at all.

"So, and don't take this the wrong way, why is such a rich man marrying a common class waitress?" she asked, honestly perplexed.

I laughed and shook my head. "I've been asking myself that for a while now. I don't know, I guess fate brought us together," I told her. Fate, stupid ministry law, same thing or at least close enough. Maybe the law was fate. "Besides, I've known him since I was eleven."

"Awe, childhood sweethearts?" she asked with a dream sigh.

I let out a loud laugh, unable to control myself. "Not exactly," I managed to get out.

She simply shook her head, not really understanding what caused my mirth. Just then, Tawny hung up the phone. "Hello, Ginny," she greeted me, coming over too. "That was the vet," she explained. "They've been doing tests to find out what made Pricy so sick last week. Blood tests just came back normal. They think it might have just been a virus but I wanted to be sure."

"Well, I'm glad she's okay now," I said before turning back to my coke, trying to end the cat conversation. That's all she'd talked about for the past week. It got annoying really.

Thankfully before she or Cady could say anything, the door of the kitchen sung open and Jack walked out with a steaming platter of food. "Your food," he said, putting the plate down in front of me. It looked amazing and my stomach gave aloud rumble.

"Well, if you don't mind, we'll join you for a minute," Tawny said, motioning Cady up so she could slide in the booth with her. While standing, Cady refilled my coke. "It's not like any of us having anything else to do." With that, the three of them settled in around me. Seeing as I had picked a booth that meant someone would have to sit beside me. Much to my dismay and probably his, Cady sat back down next to Tawny before Jack could.

As he slid in next to me, I turned to my food. The potato was piled high with sour cream and bits of bacon, just like I liked it. Jack new me so well that sometimes it surprised me. Even the burger was perfect. I had and extra slice of cheese and no tomatoes. Even being upset with me, he still took pains to make my food perfect.

I took my first delicious bite of burger and Tawny started talking about her cat. Thankfully Cady cut her off quickly, asking if I needed ketchup or mustard. "No thanks," I said, giving her a grateful smile before turning my attention to the Italian man next to me. "This burger really is amazing Jack."

"Thank you," he said quietly, his accent thick enough that it would have been hard to understand him had I not been listening to him talk for the past two years. "Only the best for you."

As I ate, Tawny made Cady move so she could get up and she went to clean up the counter. Cady too started cleaning, sweeping and wiping down tables. Before long, Jack stood too and bid me goodbye before disappearing back into the kitchen to clean. I finished my food quickly, wanting to get back to the flat and shower before going to bed. I always tried to be in bed early on nights when I knew I would be working the next morning.

After paying for my food, I found myself helping Cady clean up. Even when I wasn't working, I was working. I was wiping down the drink station when Tawny flipped the sign to closed and began counting her till. It was nearly eight fifteen when I was actually ready to walk out the door. "I'll see you two tomorrow," I said to Tawny and Cady as I opened the door to the dark night air, silently deciding to put a heating charm on my jacket the moment I was alone.

"Bye!" they both chimed before the door closed behind me. I was almost a block away and about to slip into an alley to put the charm on my jacket when I heard the faint chime of the bell above the door at the café. I stopped and turned to see Jack walking out the door, pulling his jacket on as he went.

When he spotted me, he motioned for me to wait for him. Pulling my jacket tighter around me, sad that I'd not be able to charm it, I waited. "Hey, Jack," I said when he got close, turning back to the sidewalk in front of me and resuming my trek home.

"Ginny," he greeted, coming up beside me and matching his long strides to my small ones. We walked in silence for another few moments before he spoke up. "I'm sorry for how I've behaved this past week," he said quietly, looking over at me with an honestly apologetic look.

I shook my head and shoved my hands into my pockets. "You don't have anything to be sorry for," I said simply. "I hurt you and I'm the one that should be sorry."

This time he shook his head. "But you didn't mean to. You were already with someone and I didn't know that. I've been very cold to you since then though," he said softly. His hand reached out to touch my arm, stopping us both in our tracks. I turned to face him, looking up at him. Even in the dim light of the nearby street lamp, I could see how sad he looked. "You didn't hurt me on purpose but I did. I hurt you knowingly. I'm ashamed and deeply sorry."

I smiled up at him and reached out, giving him a hug. "It's alright," I said softly, feeling his arms hug me back gently. "I'm not mad at you. I can never be mad at you." It was while I was wrapped in his arms that I realized how much my attraction to him had dimmed in the wake of Draco Malfoy.

Pulling away from each other, we began walking again. Silence surrounded us again but this silence was much more peaceful. "You know," I said quietly after a few minutes. "Have I ever told you that you remind me of my brother?"

He shook his head. "No, you haven't mentioned that," he replied, looking slightly surprised.

I gave him a sad smile. "Well, you remind me of Fred. He was killed four years ago. He was only twenty," I said softly, tears forming in my eyes at his memory. "He was the biggest jokester. He and George, his twin, were always getting into trouble at school. After they got out of school, or rather dropped out of school, they opened a joke shop. I miss him terribly sometimes."

"I'm sorry," Jack said softly, reaching out and touching my arm softly.

"Me too," I whispered tearfully. "I guess that's why I've always been drawn to you. You seem to share the same kind enthusiasm he had about life. I almost can see him in you sometimes when you laugh and joke. I was closest to him of all my brothers, though he annoyed me at times being overprotective. They all were like that. Most still are."

"Well, I'm sure they had plenty of reason to be protective of you. Such a beautiful girl probably drew the attention of many boys," he said lightly, trying to cheer me up.

I laughed softly and shook my head. "Not as many as you would think. Or maybe that was because people were scared of what Fred and George could do to them," I said, thinking back fondly at my earlier Hogwarts years.

We lapsed into silence again as we walked. Before long, I could see my flat in the distance. "Thanks for walking with me, Jack," I said as we crossed the street and made our way to my stoup. "I'm glad we talked. I missed talking to you."

"You're welcome," he replied, stopping at my bottom step. He took my hand in his and pulled me into him for a hug. "Goodnight, Ginny." Pulling away, he planted a soft kiss on my cheek and continued off into the night.

"Goodnight," I whispered back, too late for him to hear.

As I lay in bed that night, I felt a peace come over me that I hadn't felt since I got my life changing letter. Maybe everything would be okay after all.

Well, I just had to have her and Jack make up. And don't feel too bad for the guy cause I have plans for him! Tehehe!

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