Well hello. Long time no write, I know. But finally this is up. You should get a few more updates in the next two weeks cause it's the school HOLIDAYS!!!! YAY….although I'll be working a lot I'll still have more time to work on my precious fan fic. :D

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Chapter 5

Draco was still inwardly fuming at the youngest Weasley the next morning when he awoke. Nevertheless, he refused to let his agitation show and carried on as normal. He had not forgotten that their first official "date" was tonight and he was somewhat looking forward to it. Revenge was sweet and Draco knew that in twenty-four hours time he'd have that familiar taste dancing over his tastebuds.

Classes went as normal. The only minor disruption to the day was when all cast members of Romeo and Juliet Hogwarts style were sent their rehearsal schedules. Draco was pleased to see that group rehearsals weren't starting till the following Monday. He would have a free weekend. Something he hadn't had in a long time. Quidditch had been occupying much of his time at Hogwarts, but to everyone's surprise (and the other Slytherin's disgust) he had resigned as Seeker at the end of last year, his sixth. The only reason he had kept playing was to keep his father from ripping his head off. That man had major anger problems which Draco was sick of avoiding. Lucius of course, had not taken the news well. It only took him six weeks to get over though.

'Only six,' Draco thought rolling his eyes.

During lunch, Draco sauntered over to the Gryffindor table, smirking as he went.

"What do you want, ferret?" Ron spat darkly.

Draco smirked arrogantly. "Nothing that has anything to do with you."

Turning to Ginny he put on a fake smile. 'May as well start now,' he thought.

"Hey Ginny. Meet me in the entrance hall at seven okay?"

Ginny frowned up at him. "Why?" she asked thoroughly confused, that is until she realised why. "Oh! Yeah, that'd be great Draco."

He nodded curtly in reply and returned smirking to the Slytherin table.

Evening arrived quickly, and Draco found himself waiting anxiously for seven o'clock to roll around. Tonight he would get his revenge on the little red head. What right did she have to humiliate him like that? It didn't really humiliate him so much. It just came down to a matter of principle really. He was a Malfoy. Malfoy's were strictly not humiliated. But then again, Draco wasn't just any Malfoy. He was the rebellious one. His father's contempt towards his 'un-malfoyish' behaviour became more evident everyday. But this wasn't about keeping up his fathers standards on how a Malfoy should be portrayed. Draco just wanted to teach Ginny Weasley a lesson. One that would teach her not to mess with him again.

Dressed in a black shirt and jeans, Draco swaggered out into the entrance hall at seven on the dot. Ginny was already waiting. She waved impishly as he made his way over to her.

"Hey Gin, are you ready to – " Draco never got to finish his sentence because he was rudely interrupted by Ron Weasley, who had just seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"Virginia! Where are you going?" he asked angrily.

"Out," she replied flatly.

Ron shook his head vigorously. "Not looking like that your not! And especially not with him."

Draco looked at Ginny's state of dress. Perfectly respectable if you asked him. She was wearing a white blouse and a pair of hipster flares.

"I think your sisters wearing more than you are Weasley," Draco sneered at Ron who was wearing shorts and a t-shirt under his quidditch robes.

Glaring at Ron, Ginny said to Draco tensely, "Let's go." She grabbed his hand and dragged him out through the doors, with Ron shouting behind her all the way, "I'll owl Mum! She won't take a bar of this kind of behaviour young lady! He's a deatheater!"

Ginny snorted. "Merlin, you'd think I was selling my soul the way he's going on about it."

Draco smirked. "Well, your family thinks I'm the closest living relative to Satan, so for all they know, you could be."

"No, no, no," Ginny replied testily, "Your prick of a father is Satan's closest living relative – you just come a close second."

"Ah yes, Luscious Lucius," Draco replied scowling as their footsteps crunched up the snow underfoot.

Ginny screwed up her face in disgust. "Luscious Lucius? Ewww, that sounds like a porn name!"

"Weasley, if you ever insinuate again that my father might be a porn star –"

"You'll kill me," she muttered resignedly.

"Yes. I'd rather not think about my Lucius in that light thank you very much."

Ginny laughed. "I don't blame you. But how the hell did you come up with Luscious Lucius?"

"My father's mistress calls him that. It's utterly disgusting really."

"Your father has a mistress?" Ginny asked, somewhat shocked.

Draco scowled. "Yes. The bastard. Has had ever since I can remember. I actually thought it was normal until I realised that no one else's father had one."

"Oh," Ginny replied dumbly. "So what does your mother think of all that?"

Draco shrugged. "Never mentions it really. I know she hates the woman though."

"So she knows then?"

"Of course. She's not stupid. She may seem as though she's a complete airhead but she's not. As far as I'm concerned I only have one parent, and that's my mum. I refuse to believe I share DNA with Lucius." Draco replied coldly.

Ginny nodded. She wanted to ask more but decided it would only get him riled up.

The two walked the rest of the way to the Three Broomsticks in silence. Draco scowling because he couldn't believe he had just discussed his fathers mistress with Virginia Weasley.

Minutes later, the two reached the old pub. Draco opened the door and politely let Ginny through first. Ginny smirked. The whole gentleman thing wasn't really like Draco, but she had to admit, it suited him. She could just imagine him in a really expensive flashy suit. It made her mouth water. He was definitely a fully fledged H-O-T-T-I-E.

He surprised her by leading her straight to the bar.

"I bet you thought I was going to take you into one of those secluded booths in the back," he whispered mischievously in her ear.

Ginny scowled. "No. Even if you tried Malfoy, you'd never get me in one of those booths alone with you. I know what they're used for, and judging by your reputation, I'd say you've spent too much time in them."

Draco smirked. "So your saying you would never even consider joining me?"

Ginny shook her head defiantly. "Never."

He sat down on the stool next to her before placing his hands on either side of her stool and scraping it forward so that they were only a few inches apart.

"Not even if I asked really nicely?" he whispered teasingly.

Ginny tried to look anywhere but his eyes. But it was impossible. He was right there, so close she could feel the heat coming from his body.

"No," she whispered back softly.

Draco placed his hand under her chin and tilted it up so now she had no choice but to look him straight in the eye. He studied her for a second, leaning a little closer, before smirking arrogantly.

"Lets get a drink," he drawled and pulled away suddenly, silently pleased he had made her nervous.

Ginny let out a breath she had not been aware she was holding. For a moment there she thought he was going to kiss her. Right there in the middle of the crowded pub. Had she wanted him to? A day or two ago she would have had no hesitation in saying no….even if he was the hottest guy at Hogwarts. But now, she wasn't so sure. She didn't like him. She knew that for a fact. He was stuck up, egotistical, and whole lot of other things that she wasn't really looking for in a guy.

She scowled. 'Snap out of it Gin,' she thought to herself. 'This is just a game. You still hate eachother remember.'

'Then why are you both here when there is no one from Hogwarts to be seen.' She told the voice in her head that came out with that one to shut up and pushed it back. But it had a point. Wasn't that the reason for all this. To be seen together. No one would see them here.

Ginny sighed and turned to the blonde.

"Butterbeer," she stated crisply.

Draco laughed. "Oh no no no, little weasel. I owe you a pinacolada remember."

He slid a pinacolada along the bar to her and smirked.

"Drink up, Red."

Oh, what could on little drink do? She wasn't hurting anybody. And she felt as though she needed it after her unpure thoughts about her brothers enemy. She downed it quickly and shook her head vigorously when Draco slid another down the bar to her.

"Listen, if you don't drink it then its just going to get wasted," Draco said impatiently, pushing the glass into her hand.

"Yeah, well how come you aren't drinking alcohol Malfoy?" Ginny asked huffily.

"I'm still recovering from the last time I got smashed," he lied.

Rolling her eyes, Ginny did as she was told.

Draco smirked. The girl would be drunk in no time. Even after two her eyes were starting to possess that glazed look.

'We'll see just how much you like pinacolada's tomorrow, Virginia,' he thought, amused.

He watched as Ginny tilted her third glass back.

Lil Ginny's gunna have a headache!!! Poor poor gin gin. Oh well. Draco got his back. Lol.

Next Chappie: The hangover, first sighting of the couple….and first rehearsal!!!

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