A/N: Screw it. Draco + Ginny = TRUE LOVE!!!!! Slight fluff warning.

Chapter Five

"Draco seems really quite tonight." Thought Ginny.

He had taken her to a really nice Thai restaurant. Ginny didn't know how he knew but her favorite kind of food was Thai food. She loved the mixed spices and the exotic decorations that came from the country. They had such a romantic appeal....

"Isn't this food amazing, Draco?" asked Ginny.

Draco looked up from his plate and nodded making a noncommittal sound.

Ginny was starting to a get a little annoyed.

"Okay, dude, what's the matter?" said Ginny.

Draco looked a little guilty and said nothing.

Ginny decided to take a shot into the dark. "Do you not like Thai food?" It was more like shooting at a barn. The poor mans face was as green as shamrocks.

"Its okay if you don't." continued Ginny.

Relief washed over Draco and he gave Ginny a weak smile.

"I'm really sorry, Ginny" said Draco, "your mum told me that you liked Thai food" Ginny grinned "and I wanted this to be a nice evening."

"It's okay. Hey, lets just get all this food and put it in a to go box and go get some ice cream, okay?" said Ginny.

Draco paid the bill and Ginny and him went off in search of an ice cream parlor. Not many seemed to be open this time of night. The sky was completely free of clouds and starts twinkled down on them as they searched the London streets in search of ice cream. They night air really seemed to make Draco feel and look better. The greenness had completely left his skin and he was whistling as he and Ginny walked.

"Draco," started Ginny, "what do you do at the Ministry?"

Draco stopped whistling and slowed his pace. They had never really gotten onto this subject during their many dinners at Ginny's apartment.

"Well, Ginny-me-girl, I work in the Department of Dark Arts. My past history really helps me in that job. Father taught me quite a bit of the darks art so I can recognize it whenever it is used. Then all of us at the department go and track down the user of said Dark Magic and make sure he isn't trying to bring back Voldemort."

Ginny shivered as Draco said that name. She wasn't afraid of it like when she was as a little girl but it still evoked a slight feeling of disgust inside her.

"Oh, well that must be an interesting job. It could be really exciting at times. But it also must be really painful for you. You're constantly reminded of your father, aren't you?" asked Ginny.

"Yes, I guess I am. But it isn't bad to remember him. He wasn't all evil bastard. I like to remember him the way he was when I was young and Voldemort wasn't a part in his life anymore. He was kinder and mother and him got along better. Life was simple and I didn't have to choose sides. As I got older it became more about beating Potter and getting the Dark Mark."

"That's awful. I remember getting angry at you for belittling Harry and Ron and Hermoine but now I get it. You never had a choice. You were thrust into your role..."Ginny remarked.

Draco sighed. "Ginny, I don't want you feeling sorry for me. I love my life now and my childhood is what molded me into the person I am today."

Ginny's head jerked up. "But, Draco, I don't feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for all the people at Hogwarts, the ones who died and the ones who now don't believe, I feel sorry because they don't get to see you and the amazing person you've become."

Draco smiled slightly and if you looked closely you could see a light blush dusting his perfect face. Then Draco looked into Ginny's eyes and was completely immobilized. He couldn't speak, couldn't think. He was getting that hit over the head with a brick feeling again.

Involuntarily Draco brushed Ginny's face with his fingertips and she brought her hand up to face. They slowly, not noticing the passing of time, brought their faces closer together and kissed.

It wasn't a hurried kiss or a hard passionate kiss, it was a perfect once in a lifetime type of kiss. It was chaste but it had the promise of many more fervent kisses to come. Gradually, Draco and Ginny drew apart and gazed into each other's eyes. Nothing needed to be said. They could read it all with each other's eyes.

The ice cream was forgotten as the couple joined hands, laced their fingers together, and walked home.