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When Ginny and Harry sat down to dinner the night after Draco was there, they heard a sharp tap at one of the windows. When Ginny got up and opened the window, an owl as black as the night flew in. It seemed to wink at Ginny when she took the envelope clutched in his beak.

'What amazing eyes,' Ginny breathed as the owl sat and stared at her with eyes of a piercing blue like an Arctic glacier.

'Yes, yes, the owl has great eyes,' Harry said, slightly annoyed. 'Who's the letter from?'

'Doesn't matter, 'cuz its not for you anyway. It's addressed to me,' Ginny replied, as she climbed up to a more comfortable position, perched on one of the counters.

Ginny recognized the writing immediately although she couldn't remember having seen it before.

'I can't believe he actually owled', she said in amazement.

'Who? Who can't you believe actually owled?' Harry asked, his interest very piqued.

'Nobody,' she said pertly and jumped off of the counter.

'Ginny!'

'Night, Harry!' she called as she ran up the stairs to her room.

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Ginny lay down on her bed and took out the letter to read again. It ran as follows:

Ginny,

Or should I call you Virginia? I promised I'd call, but I soon realized that I didn't have your phone number, and so I'm doing this the old-fashioned, magical way.

I hope this letter reached you fine, because I sent it with Ion. I knew you'd like him,

I don't really know what happened between us last night. That's never happened to me before, and it happened so fast. But I really want to see you again. How does tomorrow night sound? We could go for dinner and a Muggle movie, or whatever you want.

Draco

***~~~***

Ginny got up and went over to her desk where, when written, her reply went like:

Draco,

Ginny is fine. I have to say I was a little surprised to get your letter, but pleasantly surprised. It's a good thing, don't worry.

I really don't know what happened either. I didn't think I could trust anybody that fast. Plus, I'm a slayer and trust really never features in the job training.

I'd like to see you again too. I'm free tomorrow, and dinner and a movie sounds great. Pick me up at 8:00.

Ginny

P.S.- My #'s 410-1211, if you feel like giving me a call, instead of sending Ion.

***~~~***

Her letter was done, and Ginny was satisfied as looked it over. 'Short and sweet,' Ginny thought as she headed up to the room where the house owls usually rested.

Ginny's owl Lumina perked up as she saw Ginny coming with a letter. Lumina ruffled her pearly white feathers, and her mystical grey eyes glowed. Harry's old owl Hedwig was still around and was currently resting on her perch in another corner of the room. When Ron had left England for his job, he had given Ginny his tiny owl Pigwideon. Even though Pig was now a few years old, he still fluttered around Ginny's head, chirping like a chick.

'Sorry, Pig, this one's not for you.' Ginny gave Lumina a treat and stroked her head feathers while she ate it. 'Well, Lumi, I have a letter for you. Please take this to Draco Malfoy.' Ginny carried her owl over to the window, and Lumina flew off into the night.

***~~~***

Draco was reading a book at his desk when he heard a noise coming from his bedroom window. He looked up to see a white owl that he knew had to be Ginny's waiting for him with a letter. Draco couldn't control the huge grin of delight that spread across his features and couldn't manage to stop smiling either. After reading the letter, his fingers itched to pick up the Muggle phone he had in his room and call Ginny at the number he finally had. Draco tried to think calmly. 'Don't call. Its late, and you're seeing her tomorrow anyway.' But he was a Malfoy and threw all logic out the window.

'Hello?' Ginny's voice said on the other end of line. Draco still marveled at the technology that the Muggles possessed. He knew Ginny was in her home, far away, but it sounded as if she were here in the room with her. 'God, I would love that,' he thought.

'Hey yourself Red.'

'Draco?'

'The one and only.'

'First you write, then you call. You're full of surprises. So, why are you calling?'

'What, you don't want to talk to me?' Draco teased.

'Oh I do, I do.' Ginny protested.

'I just called because I wanted to talk to you.'

A small smile crept onto Ginny's face. 'That's so sweet.'

'Yeah, that's me, big sweetheart.'

Ginny laughed. 'Draco Malfoy and sweetheart. I never thought I would hear those three words together in a sentence.'

Draco smiled as he knew she was just teasing. 'That hurts, Weasley. You wounded me deep just there.'

Keeping in with the light banter, Ginny replied, 'So we're back with the last names now, are we?'

'I'd rather not. I like Ginny much more than Weasley.'

'That's funny, so do I.'

Draco took the phone over to his bed and laid down. 'I had a great time last night.'

'You had a great time trapped in a chair, hardly sleeping?' Ginny giggled.

'Actually, yeah.'

'Then I guess you will have a stupendously amazing time tomorrow night when we actually do something.'

Draco smiled, now totally relaxed. 'That was the plan.'

The two talked on and on for hours. Draco found that he had a forgiving listening ear in Ginny, and he could tell her anything. Ginny realized that Draco would help her with any problem she had and he could make her laugh when she was down. They were having so much fun they didn't realize how time was flying.

During a quiet moment during the conversation, Draco looked over at the clock he had on his bedside table. It read 2:37 in the morning. 'Holy shit Ginny, look at the time. I have work tomorrow and I think you do too.'

Ginny groaned, realizing he was right. 'True. Oh how I am not looking forward to going in to work tomorrow. I'm not scheduled to do any patrolling for awhile so they have dropped about 18 million pounds of paperwork onto my desk. I know I have to go to bed, but  I can't seem to hang up the phone.'

'Me neither. OK, we'll both hang up on three. OK?'

'OK.'

'1…2…3…'

'Hey, you didn't hang up!' Ginny exclaimed.

'You didn't either!'

'This time we have to hang up. 1…2…3…'

This time Draco was the one to cry, 'You didn't hang up!'

'OK, ok, see you tomorrow.' Ginny reached over and hung up the phone.

'That I will,' Draco said and stared up at the ceiling, a permanent smile plastered to his face.