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"Well today was fun." Jill said. "We had two badly wounded and one in a coma."
They both put on their coats.
"How much do I owe you for the Butterbeer?" Jill asked.
"Oh, it was on me." Ginny said.
"No Gin. How much?"
"Um I don't remember. Wait I know I have the receipt." Ginny said, digging through the pockets of her jacket.
"Here it is." Ginny said pulling a slip of paper out of her pocket and handing it to Jill.
"This isn't it, but thanks for letting me have Draco Malfoy's phone number." Jill said giggling. "I didn't know you two were back together." Jill said, handing the piece of paper back to Ginny.
"We aren't." Ginny said, she took the piece of paper and trough it in the trash.
"Then why do you have his number?"
"I bumped into him earlier." Ginny said simply. "Ah, here it is." Ginny said handing Jill the receipt.
"Thanks." Jill said taking out her wallet.
They walked outside into the snow.
"So why did you have his number again?" Jill asked.
"He ran into me at Diagon Alley and he asked if I wanted his number." Ginny said, leaving out the part where she thought he was cute. "I told him no, and he apparently put it in my pocket anyway."
"Are you sure you don't like him?" Jill asked.
"Yes I am positive." Ginny replied. "Oh hey! I almost forgot! Hermione and George are having a Christmas party and they wanted me to tell you that you should come. You can bring that boy of yours too." Ginny said.
Jill blushed. "Oh you mean Charlie?"
"Yeah." Ginny replied.
"Hey Ginny, do you want to come over tomorrow night for dinner?" Jill asked.
"Yeah sure. Just as long as Charlie's in the kitchen and not you." Ginny said jokingly.
Charlie was a gourmet chef. He was one of the best and his food proved it. He was pricey, but if you wanted to make an occasion memorable, you'd go to him.
"I promise I will not go near the food!" Jill said.
"She'll call. I know she will." Draco muttered.
He sat in his bed at the apartment looking at the phone.
I'm glad I jinxed it to where she could never throw it away. He thought to himself.
When is she going to call!? Draco said impatiently.
"Draco, I'm going out." Owen said knocking on the door and poking his head in. "Are you waiting for a call?"
"No, why would I be waiting for a call?" Draco said, still staring at the phone.
"Draco, are you ok?" Owen asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine…" Draco said. "Are you leaving or not?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm leaving. Don't hurt yourself while I'm gone." Owen said. "There's macaroni and cheese in the fridge. Don't try to cook, I want to come back to an apartment."
"Ok! Go already!" Draco said.
"And no wild parties. I'll be back in 3 hours. I want this place just how I left it. Bye."
"Bye!" Draco said.
Ten minutes later, Draco got off his bed.
"I'm hungry." He said to himself.
He walked into the kitchen and looked in the fridge.
"He must be nuts if he thinks I'm eating that crap." Draco said aloud.
He went to the phone and called the pizza delivery service.
"I want a large pizza with everything on it." Draco said.
"Your total will be 26.50. Thanks for ordering from-."
Draco hung up the phone.
Five minutes later the doorbell rang. Draco got up from watching television and walked to the door. Expecting a pizza, he didn't realize a girl was flinging herself upon him.
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