Chapter 5
Ginny looked around the inside of the restaurant in bewilderment. There was someone playing the piano softly in the background, all the tables had candles for light, the food looked amazing, and the decorations made you feel like you were in a dream. The ceiling looked like the night sky, dark with millions of stars, even the Milky Way and random shooting stars.
She was busy staring at the ceiling when she felt someone take her hand and slowly lead her somewhere else. She looked up and found herself following Malfoy deeper into the building. Where was he taking her? All the customers were sitting out there.
Eventually they stopped at a door, the hostess opened it for them and led them in. "I hope it meets your expectations Mr. Malfoy," she said. "The dinner should be coming momentarily." Then she left and shut the door behind her. Ginny and Malfoy were alone.
He let go of her hand and walked over to the center of the room where there was a table and two chairs. He went behind one of them and pulled it out. She stood there and watched him, wondering why he wasn't sitting down. Then he looked up at her and gestured to the chair that he had pulled out. 'Oh, he pulled it out for me...' she thought to herself before walking over and sitting down.
When she was finally seated Malfoy walked around the table and sat opposing her. "As you can tell, I have took the liberty of pre-ordering the meal. It's a specialty made for my family. Just one of the many perks of being a Malfoy."
For as nice as he had been acting, he was still a smug little bastard. She was struggling between her desire to tell him off and to be kind so she could get her story. It was a hard decision to make because as much as she wanted that promotion and to see the look on Drac- Malfoy's face when he found out, it was still oh so tempting to scream excessive profanities at him and then punch him. Hermione had already gotten her chance to do that in her third year, so why can't Ginny also have that luxury?
She decided to ignore his comment and look about the room that had been apparently 'specially prepared' just for them. The ceiling was the same, with the stars in the night sky, but there were trees in this room along with white lights on them. They reminded her of the kind Hermione had for her Christmas tree last year.
She then turned her eyes to the table in front of her. There was a white cloth over it, and there were red rose petals sprinkled over the table. There were two red candles separating Ginny's and Malfoy's sides of the table, and both of them had a glass and a cloth napkin.
"It's beautiful," Ginny stated truthfully. The place was a sight, and extremely romantic, but she just wished that she could have been sharing it with someone... well with someone who wasn't Malfoy. Someone who wasn't evil or a Death Eater. She put on a mischievous smile and then looked Malfoy in his grey eyes while pulling a piece of her bleached hair behind her ear. "Do you always try to impress a girl with how much money you have on the first date?"
"No, I don't need to use money to impress a girl. I mean look at me," he retorted with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
She knew that he was joking, but she also knew that he actually was conceited so he could believe what he was saying. How was it physically possible for one man to be so conceited anyway? He desperately needed someone to deflate that large ego of his. It's a pity that she had to make him like her, she could have had fun toying with him. "So tell me, does it work?" she innocently responded.
"You tell me."
She flashed another smile in response. If only he knew...
Soon food appeared on their plates and a red liquid in their glasses. As Ginny placed the cloth napkin on her lap, she looked down at her plate and saw what was the most perfect looking meal ever. It looked so perfect that it seemed fake, like it was out of an advertisement or something.
The main course consisted of duck covered with some sort of gravy, vegetables, and rice. When she began to eat it she realized something, this meal was as good as the review said it would be. In fact, even better.
"It's good." she commented after taking a sip of the wine.
Malfoy did not seem at all surprised. He swallowed the piece of meat he was chewing on and replied, "I knew you would."
"Do you think you know everything?" she asked. Because you sure act like you do.
"No," he answered to her surprise. That is until he added, "but close enough."
"I see. Well, if you know so much, then tell me what I'm thinking right now." You can be such an arrogant pinhole Malfoy. Yes, pinhole...
"You are thinking about how attractive you think I look in my new robes," he said, laughing. "Want to know what I'm thinking?"
No! "Sure, but I have an idea of what that might be myself."
"And what might that be?"
"How attractive you think I look in my new robes."
"Funny. I was thinking how much you seemed to enjoy the Quidditch game today."
"Oh, yes I did. That is until our team" Did I really just say our team? There is no 'our'! "my team lost."
"So, you ever play Quidditch on a team or anything?"
"No," she lied. The truth was that she was on Gryffindor's team as a Beater. "I have always had a fascination with the sport, but I never had the chance to actually play it. How about you?" She knew the answer to this question already, but she had to let him have some amusement by doing something that he seemed to enjoy, listen to his own voice.
"Yes. I was the Seeker for my team back in school," he answered. "I could take you flying some time. I have a brand new Firebolt 2000."
Ginny was shocked. That broom hadn't even arrived in stores yet and she should know, she followed this type of thing very closely. If she saved money, then she calculated that it would take her about a year before she would be able to purchase one of her own. Until then she could always window shop, but not until the broom is released to the stores. How had he gotten his hands on one? Oh right, he was a Malfoy...
Wanting to test out the broom herself, she decided to take him up on his offer. "That would be great. I heard they won't be coming out in stores for another year."
"Well, my father was able to pull some strings."
Then it was time for dessert. Their dirty plates disappeared and in there place was a white plate with a slice of chocolate cake on it. Ginny took a delightful bite. Just as she had suspected the cake tasted as good as it looked. I have my cake and I'm eating it too. She lightly chuckled to herself. Did I mention she was also the type of person who could easily amuse herself?
She savored the entire meal, including the dessert, because she knew that she would be going back to eating the food that she could actually afford. It was a shame that the only people with money were ones that she couldn't stand. It was a mystery.
After dessert the plates disappeared yet again, and both Ginny and Malfoy were full. Ginny was about to stand up, but Malfoy got up and pulled out her chair for her. Where had he learned manners? She pondered on that as she stood up and took Malfoy's hand when it was offered to her.
They left the restaurant and began walking. He must have paid the bill ahead of time. She had to give him props, he knew how to plan ahead and put together the perfect date. She wondered how such a prick could be so different when he was on a date. Yes, he was still arrogant and egotistical, but he was also polite and used manners of which Ginny thought had been forgotten by everyone of the male species. It must be the rich upbringing.
"Impressed yet?" Malfoy asked, referring back to earlier when she had asked him about using money to impress girls.
The truth was, even though she would not like to admit it, she was impressed. The game, the manners, the beautiful dinner setting, the scrumptious dinner itself, how handsome he looked that night... Wait, did I just think that Malfoy is handsome? Ahh!!!!
She shrugged off the thought, telling herself that it was just a strange reaction from her romantic surroundings of that evening. She could give a rat's arse what Malfoy did and did not look like. So what if he could seem, erm, good-looking to most people, she had Harry and was only using Malfoy. And I can't wait to see his face when he reads the front cover of Warts where my lovely article will be exposing him and his family for who they truly are and the many atrocities I am sure they committed, or at least the ones I can prove.
Eventually they stopped outside of another building. The doorman greeted Malfoy and for a couple minutes the two of them just stood there until Malfoy broke the silence and turned Ginny's attention from thinking of her master plan to listening to him.
"Want to come up for some coffee?" he asked nonchalantly.
"I'm not the type of girl who goes up to someone's apartment on the first date," she replied. She did not want to seem to eager to go up because then he might get the wrong impression about her. Plus playing hard to get was so much more fun, especially when she knew that there was no 'getting of the Ginny' to be had. In addition to those reasons, the offer was appealing. She would get a chance to search his place while sipping her favorite beverage, the beloved coffee.
"It's just coffee."
"Just coffee?" she innocently responded.
"Just coffee."
Ginny smiled in reply as a yes and took hold of his left arm. Then he led her onto the red carpet and into his apartment building.
A/N: Same as always, review.
Catmint- Thanks. Yeah, Ron is the sort of person who would buy stuff like that.
Ginny looked around the inside of the restaurant in bewilderment. There was someone playing the piano softly in the background, all the tables had candles for light, the food looked amazing, and the decorations made you feel like you were in a dream. The ceiling looked like the night sky, dark with millions of stars, even the Milky Way and random shooting stars.
She was busy staring at the ceiling when she felt someone take her hand and slowly lead her somewhere else. She looked up and found herself following Malfoy deeper into the building. Where was he taking her? All the customers were sitting out there.
Eventually they stopped at a door, the hostess opened it for them and led them in. "I hope it meets your expectations Mr. Malfoy," she said. "The dinner should be coming momentarily." Then she left and shut the door behind her. Ginny and Malfoy were alone.
He let go of her hand and walked over to the center of the room where there was a table and two chairs. He went behind one of them and pulled it out. She stood there and watched him, wondering why he wasn't sitting down. Then he looked up at her and gestured to the chair that he had pulled out. 'Oh, he pulled it out for me...' she thought to herself before walking over and sitting down.
When she was finally seated Malfoy walked around the table and sat opposing her. "As you can tell, I have took the liberty of pre-ordering the meal. It's a specialty made for my family. Just one of the many perks of being a Malfoy."
For as nice as he had been acting, he was still a smug little bastard. She was struggling between her desire to tell him off and to be kind so she could get her story. It was a hard decision to make because as much as she wanted that promotion and to see the look on Drac- Malfoy's face when he found out, it was still oh so tempting to scream excessive profanities at him and then punch him. Hermione had already gotten her chance to do that in her third year, so why can't Ginny also have that luxury?
She decided to ignore his comment and look about the room that had been apparently 'specially prepared' just for them. The ceiling was the same, with the stars in the night sky, but there were trees in this room along with white lights on them. They reminded her of the kind Hermione had for her Christmas tree last year.
She then turned her eyes to the table in front of her. There was a white cloth over it, and there were red rose petals sprinkled over the table. There were two red candles separating Ginny's and Malfoy's sides of the table, and both of them had a glass and a cloth napkin.
"It's beautiful," Ginny stated truthfully. The place was a sight, and extremely romantic, but she just wished that she could have been sharing it with someone... well with someone who wasn't Malfoy. Someone who wasn't evil or a Death Eater. She put on a mischievous smile and then looked Malfoy in his grey eyes while pulling a piece of her bleached hair behind her ear. "Do you always try to impress a girl with how much money you have on the first date?"
"No, I don't need to use money to impress a girl. I mean look at me," he retorted with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
She knew that he was joking, but she also knew that he actually was conceited so he could believe what he was saying. How was it physically possible for one man to be so conceited anyway? He desperately needed someone to deflate that large ego of his. It's a pity that she had to make him like her, she could have had fun toying with him. "So tell me, does it work?" she innocently responded.
"You tell me."
She flashed another smile in response. If only he knew...
Soon food appeared on their plates and a red liquid in their glasses. As Ginny placed the cloth napkin on her lap, she looked down at her plate and saw what was the most perfect looking meal ever. It looked so perfect that it seemed fake, like it was out of an advertisement or something.
The main course consisted of duck covered with some sort of gravy, vegetables, and rice. When she began to eat it she realized something, this meal was as good as the review said it would be. In fact, even better.
"It's good." she commented after taking a sip of the wine.
Malfoy did not seem at all surprised. He swallowed the piece of meat he was chewing on and replied, "I knew you would."
"Do you think you know everything?" she asked. Because you sure act like you do.
"No," he answered to her surprise. That is until he added, "but close enough."
"I see. Well, if you know so much, then tell me what I'm thinking right now." You can be such an arrogant pinhole Malfoy. Yes, pinhole...
"You are thinking about how attractive you think I look in my new robes," he said, laughing. "Want to know what I'm thinking?"
No! "Sure, but I have an idea of what that might be myself."
"And what might that be?"
"How attractive you think I look in my new robes."
"Funny. I was thinking how much you seemed to enjoy the Quidditch game today."
"Oh, yes I did. That is until our team" Did I really just say our team? There is no 'our'! "my team lost."
"So, you ever play Quidditch on a team or anything?"
"No," she lied. The truth was that she was on Gryffindor's team as a Beater. "I have always had a fascination with the sport, but I never had the chance to actually play it. How about you?" She knew the answer to this question already, but she had to let him have some amusement by doing something that he seemed to enjoy, listen to his own voice.
"Yes. I was the Seeker for my team back in school," he answered. "I could take you flying some time. I have a brand new Firebolt 2000."
Ginny was shocked. That broom hadn't even arrived in stores yet and she should know, she followed this type of thing very closely. If she saved money, then she calculated that it would take her about a year before she would be able to purchase one of her own. Until then she could always window shop, but not until the broom is released to the stores. How had he gotten his hands on one? Oh right, he was a Malfoy...
Wanting to test out the broom herself, she decided to take him up on his offer. "That would be great. I heard they won't be coming out in stores for another year."
"Well, my father was able to pull some strings."
Then it was time for dessert. Their dirty plates disappeared and in there place was a white plate with a slice of chocolate cake on it. Ginny took a delightful bite. Just as she had suspected the cake tasted as good as it looked. I have my cake and I'm eating it too. She lightly chuckled to herself. Did I mention she was also the type of person who could easily amuse herself?
She savored the entire meal, including the dessert, because she knew that she would be going back to eating the food that she could actually afford. It was a shame that the only people with money were ones that she couldn't stand. It was a mystery.
After dessert the plates disappeared yet again, and both Ginny and Malfoy were full. Ginny was about to stand up, but Malfoy got up and pulled out her chair for her. Where had he learned manners? She pondered on that as she stood up and took Malfoy's hand when it was offered to her.
They left the restaurant and began walking. He must have paid the bill ahead of time. She had to give him props, he knew how to plan ahead and put together the perfect date. She wondered how such a prick could be so different when he was on a date. Yes, he was still arrogant and egotistical, but he was also polite and used manners of which Ginny thought had been forgotten by everyone of the male species. It must be the rich upbringing.
"Impressed yet?" Malfoy asked, referring back to earlier when she had asked him about using money to impress girls.
The truth was, even though she would not like to admit it, she was impressed. The game, the manners, the beautiful dinner setting, the scrumptious dinner itself, how handsome he looked that night... Wait, did I just think that Malfoy is handsome? Ahh!!!!
She shrugged off the thought, telling herself that it was just a strange reaction from her romantic surroundings of that evening. She could give a rat's arse what Malfoy did and did not look like. So what if he could seem, erm, good-looking to most people, she had Harry and was only using Malfoy. And I can't wait to see his face when he reads the front cover of Warts where my lovely article will be exposing him and his family for who they truly are and the many atrocities I am sure they committed, or at least the ones I can prove.
Eventually they stopped outside of another building. The doorman greeted Malfoy and for a couple minutes the two of them just stood there until Malfoy broke the silence and turned Ginny's attention from thinking of her master plan to listening to him.
"Want to come up for some coffee?" he asked nonchalantly.
"I'm not the type of girl who goes up to someone's apartment on the first date," she replied. She did not want to seem to eager to go up because then he might get the wrong impression about her. Plus playing hard to get was so much more fun, especially when she knew that there was no 'getting of the Ginny' to be had. In addition to those reasons, the offer was appealing. She would get a chance to search his place while sipping her favorite beverage, the beloved coffee.
"It's just coffee."
"Just coffee?" she innocently responded.
"Just coffee."
Ginny smiled in reply as a yes and took hold of his left arm. Then he led her onto the red carpet and into his apartment building.
A/N: Same as always, review.
Catmint- Thanks. Yeah, Ron is the sort of person who would buy stuff like that.