Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. Nor do I own Draco's large ego and attitude. I wish I did though because then he'd be mine!

I apologize in advance for the shortness of this chapter. Anyone who knows me knows that this isn't common. After finishing my other story my creative juices seemed to have been sucked dry. So, I did the best I could but sadly I couldn't get this chapter very long. Don't be disappointed though, I'll try and get another chapter up soon. Hopefully, having Draco appear for the first time in this chapter will make up for the size!

Enjoy the chapter as much as I did! It was fun to write!

Without further ado…

Chapter 3

Draco POV

I looked down at my watch with a sigh as I sat in the private dining room, waiting for Ginny Weasley to show up. It was already a quarter after. Why was she late? Did she have no manners, raised like a dog in that ramshackle place they called a house? I scoffed in disgust, standing from the table and walking over to the window, slipping my hands into the pockets of my black slacks. From the private room I'd requested, I could look out over the front entrance. She was nowhere to be seen, not a redhead in sight.

I turned from the window as the door opened to see a very flustered redhead being led in by the waiter. I dismissed him as I looking her up and down, frowning. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, the light blue dress she wore was worn and looked old and the heels were so worn they were discolored from what I guessed had been white at one point. The purse slung over her shoulder looked like a hand-me-down from the last decade. Other than her clothing, I couldn't help but notice how much she'd grown since school. She'd defiantly filled out in the past four years in all the good ways. She was very much a woman.

Her face turned red under my scrutiny, the freckles covering it not as visible. Smirking at her discomfort, I sat down and motioned for her to also. "I thought I said dress appropriately," I mocked as she huffed and plopped down. Her posture was horrendous.

"What do you mean?" she nearly screamed at me. "This is dressy!"

I raised an eyebrow at her outburst, picking up my glass of water and sipping. "If you say so," I sneered. "And you're late."

She flustered and looked down at the table. "Yes," she muttered hastily, "but I only just read your letter." Looking up at me, she scowled. "I'm sure you can understand my distraction as I'd just learned I'd have to marry the likes of you."

"Believe me when I say I'm no happier about this than you," I told her coldly. She opened her mouth to retort but the door opened and she paused. The waiter had reappeared to take our orders.

"Puis-je prendre votre commande?" he questioned me in French, asking what I wanted. I smirked as I saw the frown on the youngest Weasley's face, obviously not having a clue what the waiter had just said.

"Oui, je vais prendre le Coq au vin et une bouteille du meilleur vin dont vous disposez," I told him, setting my menu aside.

The waiter wrote down my order quickly and then turned to the flustered redhead. I smirked at her confusion when he turned to her and said, "Et vous, Madame?"

She looked between him and me in confusion for a moment, panic in her eyes. "He's asking for your order," I informed her, shaking my head and laughing softly at her expense.

"Oh," she said, understanding. "Umm, I'll have this." She pointed to a picture on the menu with a smile at the waiter as he wrote her order down. Picking up the menus, he exited the room with a bow. Shaking my head, I resisted the urge to laugh again, amazed at how childish she was being. Honestly, pointing to a picture? Couldn't she have at least attempted to say the name? I let out a sigh and rolled my eyes at her. This was going to be a very long meeting.

Ginny POV

I could feel my facing burning in embarrassment. Why had Malfoy chosen a high end French restaurant? I don't know French! The entire menu was unreadable and the waiter spoke not a lick of English. I wasn't even sure what I ordered. The picture looked good but I didn't know what was in it. I wondered hotly if they had English menus and Malfoy just asked for the one I couldn't read just to bother me. I wouldn't put it past him. From the smirk on his face at my embarrassment, I'd guess my assumption was true.

"Do you even have a clue what you order?" he questioned with a sneer.

Glaring over at the arrogant git, I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at him. That would only give him more to pick on me with. "Of course I do," I lied, picking up my glass of water and taking a drink.

He raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes. "Why are you trying to lie to me? That's not a way to start a relationship. You've never even been at a place this nice; I'd wager my last galleon on it. Your family is too poor to be able to afford it. Maybe you could sell that place you call a house and be able to afford the meal you just ordered," he mocked, clearly enjoying himself.

Taking a deep breath, I willed myself not to blow up at him. Mocking or not, he was right about one thing: This was not the way to start a new relationship that we'd be bound in. "How about we just try and be a least a little civil here? I'm trying my very hardest not to hex you right now. You wanted to talk to me, discuss things, then start talking," I ordered hotly, trying my best to keep my voice from yelling.

Nodding in a business like manor, he cleared his throat and started talking. "We have to be married within the first six months. I think it's best to get it over with soon, within the week. You'll move into the Manor with me after that because, like it or not, you'll be my wife. Tomorrow, I'll send you fitted for a new wardrobe. Whether I hate you or not, we'll be married and no Malfoy can be caught dead in clothes like that," he said, gesturing at my dress.

"Now-" he began by I cut him off.

"Now, it's your turn to listen. Believe it or not, I have a life. You can't just order me around. I have things I have to do and I won't just drop everything to bend at your whim," I told him, my voice rising in volume with every word. "I will not marry you until after December 16th. As for you 'sending me' to get a new wardrobe tomorrow, that will have to wait too. Unlike you, I've have to work for a living. I don't just have everything handed to me in a silver goblet. My next day off is Sunday so whatever you have planned will have to wait till then."

He looked a bit surprised by my outburst but he covered it up with a sneer. "Why wait so long? Is that the day you'll get fired from your job?" he asked mockingly.

Resisting the urge to reach across the table and hit him, I took a deep breath. I'd be the bigger person here and not fight back, though my temper wanted me to fight him. "That's the day I'll be done with Healer School. I'll not have a free afternoon until then and I won't give that up to be with the likes of you. Three years of extra schooling will not go down the drain because the Ministry has their heads up their rears," I told him, trying my best to not raise my voice, and failing a bit.

"You won't need to work so there's really no point to it," he said, shrugging like he cared nothing about what I'd just said.

I opened my mouth to give him a piece of my mind but just then the door opened and in walked the waiter carrying two platters, a bottle of wine in ice, and two champagne glasses. He sat the food and wine down in front of us, setting the glasses down and pouring us each a bit. After asking Malfoy something in French, to which he responded with a shake of his head, and exited the room. We both lapsed into silence as we ate. The food which I'd ordered was actually very good and I ate almost all of it.

I didn't touch my wine, not being too big on drinking. "Well," Draco finally said, breaking the stubborn silence. He put a surprising amount of money on the table to pay for the food. "I'll pick you up tomorrow to get you fitted," he said, standing from the table.

"Did you not listen to a thing I told you?" I nearly yelled at him, bounding to my feet and blocking the door. "I'm not free till Sunday."

"But you don't need to work and you don't need school," he argued, a scowl on his face. "I'm not poor like you and once we're married you'll have money for once in your pathetic life."

I screamed in frustration, making him take a step back. "You arrogant git!" I yelled at him, flicking my wand to soundproof the room. "You don't listen do you? I'll not let you take my life away from me! I'm going to finish school and I'm going to be a Healer, whether you like it or not! I for one, take pride in working. I don't want to be just handed everything, I want to earn my own. Unlike you, I don't want to depend on money someone else made!"

Malfoy looked stunned at my outburst, having backed away from me and my wand. "Now, I don't care what you think. I'll live my life. If you try to come and get me tomorrow, then you'll be in for a surprise. One foot on my doorstep you'll find yourself in St. Mungos!" I screamed. Opening the door behind me, I turned to leave without another word, storming from the restaurant amidst many confused stares of other customers.

Well, short or not, how'd you like it? I have to say, this was actually really hard to write. It had been a long time since I'd had to write Draco like jerk and I have to say, it was hard to get it right. I miss writing him the way I see him, sweet and misunderstood. I don't think I've ever been too good at writing him like he's supposed to be portrayed in this chapter, horrible and mean. Did I do okay though?

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