Lose Myself with You

By: Sakura Lena Yuy

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling.

Warnings: Sexual situations.

Chapter 4: The Proposal

Ginny nearly skipped out of Madam Malkin's. She had gotten two dress robes that she wanted for the price of one, along with a new cloak for the chilly winter. She was quite proud of her die-hard sense of bargaining, which she inherited from her mother. She hurried along with the crowds in Diagon Alley. All the merchants were having wonderful sales in light of Halloween. Ginny continued to walk, her gaze set on the windows of each shop. Without looking she stepped into Flourish and Blotts and slammed into someone.

"I am so sorry," Ginny muttered without looking.

She started to pick up her packages and gladly accepted the outstretched hand. As she stood up Ginny finally looked at the stranger's face.

"Are you alright Inspector Weasley?"

Ginny gazed deeply in his gray eyes and shook her head in disbelief. He watched her amusingly, and shook his head as well.

"You're not alright Inspector?"

"No," Ginny responded quickly. "I am fine, it's just that I didn't see you. Mr. Malfoy."

Draco led her away from the doorway realizing that they were attracting unwanted attention. He gave a disapproving stare to a group of nosy witches and continued to help Ginny. She began to arrange her packages thinking that Draco was gone, she softly cursed him for being in the way.

"So now it's my fault. Like it was the other night," Draco replied.

Ginny turned red, one of her least favorite Weasley traits. "I…I"

Draco smirked. "Lost for words now."

She glared at him and noticed the numerous stares in their direction. It must have been a sight. Almost everyone in Diagon Alley knew about the feud that the Weasley's and Malfoy's had, and there they stood in Flourish and Blotts. She suppressed a giggle, which Draco didn't miss. Instead he gave his own chuckle. Ginny looked at him in awe; she rarely heard a laugh out him that wasn't in distaste. Not caring who saw them she decided to join him, contently giggling.

"People are probably thinking we've gone mad. A Malfoy and a Weasley sharing a good laugh," Draco uttered under his breath.

Ginny nodded in agreement. She finished arranging her packages and held them in her arms. "Well Mr. Malfoy," she spoke loudly for everyone to hear. "Perhaps next time we will be more careful when entering or exiting buildings."

Draco caught wind of her tactic and mimicked her loud tone. "Yes, I think Inspector Weasley. If you will excuse me then, good day."

"And to you as well, Mr. Malfoy."

Ginny watched as Draco walked out of Flourish and Blotts, his black cloak swishing as he walked. Ginny turned around and giggled as everyone in the shop tried to look busy. She began to browse over the titles in the new releases. She glanced at the dramas, comedies and slowly by surly headed to the romance. Ginny slowly ran her eyes over the numerous titles and carefully read the teasers to most of the books. She decided on two books, oddly the hero in both was described as an egotistical blonde.

She received suspicious looks for the clerk as she paid for the novels. Then she muttered something under her breath about DeathEaters and no manners, which immediately changed his attitude. He smiled warmly and asked about her family before she left.

Ginny sighed contently as she ordered her chocolate fudge sundae, at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. She sat by the window watching as the crowds continued to bustle about. Then she pulled out one of her novels and happily turned the crisp new pages to the beginning. Soon Ginny became immerse in her novel and sundae. She toyed with her spoon as she read about the rude Baron Darius and soft-spoken heroine Grace.

Draco passed Florean Fortescue's and immediately noticed the mass of red hair in the window. He smiled mischievously as he pulled open the door and entered the ice cream parlor. He ordered a vanilla cone, and as he waited he watched her. Ginny hadn't noticed the tall man's intent gaze as she continued to read. Draco pulled off his dragon leather gloves and took hold of the waffle cone. He walked cautiously to her table and eyed the cover to book. His grin widened when he saw a drawing of a tall roughish blonde man holding onto a willowy brunette with reddish highlights. He took a large bite of his ice cream and sat down in front of her.

Draco wanted to laugh, but didn't. Ginny was so involved with her novel she hadn't noticed him glaring at the cover.

Women and their romance novels. Draco thought.

"Now that fellow looks rather familiar," he spoke up.

Ginny gasped and dropped her book in surprise. She stared at Draco wide-eyed. "I didn't see you come in."

"Of course you wouldn't, you had your nose inside that silly excuse of a novel."

"Excuse me," Ginny responded. "How dare you criticize my novel."

Draco took a lick of his cone, and shook his head. "Those my dear are fairy tales, nothing more than a badly written fantasy. Those stories hardly intrigue the mind or entice the senses."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "All men think that. In fact these novels are quite interesting and very detailed."

"Right. Then I'm not the son of a DeathEater."

"Think whatever you want Draco, but I find these books rather fulfilling," Ginny stated before licking clean her spoonful of ice cream.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Fulfilling. You, Ginny, do not know the first thing about fulfillment."

"Is that so?"

"Yes," he continued as he pulled the novel from her hands. "Everything about these stories are so fake. And the deflowering scene is quite inadequate. Those scenes in particular are my least favorite, they are written rather plainly lacking the true essence of sensuality and sexuality."

Ginny knew that her cheeks were pink. She couldn't believe what he was saying, and yet she wanted him to continue on. She watched as his tongue darted out and licked the mass of vanilla ice cream. Ginny felt a familiar tingle, as she remembered what had happened after their dance. She immediately crossed her legs, and mistakenly brushed her leg against his. Draco took this as an invitation, and expertly slipped one hand under the tablecloth. He brushed his fingers over her covered knee causing her to gasped quietly.

"Why don't you like them," Ginny asked.

"No offense Ginny, but you lack the experience to know way really happens between a man and woman. Especially in a moment such as that."

Ginny glared at him. "How do you know that I lack the experience. You don't know what I have done."

"True, quite true. You did surprise me, and it takes a lot to surprise me," Draco replied.

Ginny smiled triumphantly.

"But," he whispered. "Your little action hasn't fooled me. I can tell a virgin when I see them, and you my dear are one."

Ginny shifted in her seat, which caused Draco to smile widely. His fingers pushed away the robes that covered her knee. Ginny felt his hand stroke her knee and thigh.

"I find those scenes quite detailed," Ginny said trying to change the subject.

Draco snickered. "Shows your inexperience. They leave out details that only an experienced person would see. Not only are the mechanics shortened but the emotion is barely touch."

He emphasized the word touch, by sliding his hand further up her thigh. Ginny sighed, and began to brush her dangling foot against his leg. Draco looked into her eyes, noting the glitter of excitement.

"Explain yourself."

Draco slowly shook his head.

"Why not," Ginny demanded.

"It's not something you can explain with words. Action is needed."

"What are you saying."

Draco's eyes gleamed mischievously. "I have a proposal. I was going to ask you earlier, but it wasn't the appropriate time."

Ginny nodded, and leaned forward resting her chin on her hand. "What kind of proposal?"

"You're on holiday for two weeks, correct?"

"Yes."

"Well this upcoming weekend I going away to one of the holiday manors. I want to get away before Halloween if not I will be entangled in my mother's plans. And I was thinking that perhaps we could finally finish our business."

Ginny looked into his gray eyes. "What makes you think that I would want to finish that business."

Draco smiled knowingly. "If you didn't, then why are you talking to me right now."

"Perhaps I am trying to be civil."

"To a suspected Death Eater…besides even if you were," Draco's voice dropped to a whisper. "Then you would have moved my hand a long time ago."

Ginny averted her gaze knowing that he was right. His touch inflamed her skin, her mind silently begged that he move higher. Although she never expressed this thought it was quite clear that he knew how his hand effected her.

"Fine," she hissed. "Perhaps I do want to finish our business. What are you expecting from me? You know my inexperience in these matters; what do you get out of it?"

Draco's eyes lit up instantly, resembling a little child in a candy store. "What do I get out of it? Many things dear Ginny. But mainly companionship. It gets lonely in those manors and I rather not speak with house-elves."

"Too demeaning for a Malfoy."

"Hardly. Have you ever tried to hold a conversation with one?"

Ginny shook her head.

"Just as I thought. They stutter half the time, and the other half they just want to do things for you. Not very friendly see," Draco added, while biting into the waffle cone.

"Why one of your holiday manors? Why not just met me in my flat or maybe Malfoy manor," Ginny pressed on.

Draco nodded in agreement. "Well we tried your home once. And that left me running for my life and rather undressed when I got home."

"You hardly ran. Beside my father wouldn't have done a thing to you."

"So you think. Well if your father wouldn't have, then surely one if not all your brothers would have. And as for Malfoy manor, my father's presence is rather ominous. Something that may hinder our business," Draco replied.

"Very well then," Ginny licked her lips. "What do I get out of these arrangement?"

Draco raised his eyebrows roguishly. "Aside from the obvious. Whatever you want sweet Ginny. I will be at your disposal."

Ginny nodded. "Not that it isn't a tempting offer, but what if something goes wrong. What kind of securities are you planning on giving me?"

Draco chuckled deeply. "Demands. I like when a woman puts up some resistance, it shows off her intellect."

"Would you prefer that I willingly accept without a second thought," she playfully stated.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

Ginny smiled softly but her tone deepened. "Seriously I want to make sure that you don't conveniently forget this weekend if something happens. I want some form of security."

"Fine I give you my word as a wizard and as a Malfoy, that if anything were to go amiss I will take care of my responsibilities. I'm willing to sign a contract if you want."

Ginny looked at him in amusement.

"Do I amuse you Ginny?"

Ginny shook her. "It's just that you're taking this rather seriously."

"I always do when I want something."

Before Ginny could respond, a gruff voice howled her name.

"WEASLEY!"

Ginny turned to her partner and bit her lower lip nervously. She saw the fury in his eyes as he glared at Draco, who sat rather indifferently. Draco's cool demeanor only served to infuriate McArthur even more. As she watched him pulled on his dragon leather gloves, she realized that he withdrew his hand from her thigh.

"Good day Inspector McArthur. How are you," Draco asked rather calmly.

McArthur nodded curtly in his direction, and looked at Ginny. "We need to talk."

Draco noting the tension in the old Auror's voice stood up in one fluid motion. He outstretched his hand toward Ginny, which she shook in return.

"Good day Inspector Weasley, perhaps we will run into each other again," Draco stated with a wink.

Ginny pretended to force a smile. "Good bye Mr. Malfoy. It was a pleasure seeing you today."

Draco pulled her hand to his lips and gently kissed it. "No Inspector the pleasure was purely mine. See you around McArthur."

McArthur watched as Draco slipped out of the ice cream parlor, and then looked at Ginny's hand in disgust. She noticed his upturned noise and instantly wiped her hand against her cloak.

"Please lass tell me that was Auror business and nothing more," McArthur begged.

Ginny giggled. "I would think that you of all people know how resourceful I am. Besides you always go on about how Malfoy should be in Azkaban, and I was only playing nice because of that fact."

McArthur continued to look out the window. "Careful lass not everyone would take the scene that I saw too lightly, especially your father. That slimy Death Eater was all over you, with no regard that you're a decent lady."

"Well you have to remember he doesn't deal with decent ladies, but rather loose daughters of his own kind. And you shouldn't be calling him a Death Eater in front of everyone, sadly you still have no proof."

"Aye lass but I will," McArthur nodded. "Just watch 'r back. H's a damned slippery one."

Ginny nodded. "I know."

She glanced in the direction where McArthur was looking and caught a glimpse of pale blonde hair. You have forgotten that dragon taming is in my blood, she thought with a smile.