Chapter 10
When Malfoy entered the room holding the main course in one hand and a bowl of salad in the other he caught Ginny sitting harmlessly at the table twirling a piece of blonde hair with her fingers and occasionally taking sips of wine.
He paused for a moment, inspecting her and thinking about how much she had changed since school. He hadn't recognized her at the coffee house, and truthfully if he had he would have either ignored her or go over to insult her. Actually, he kind of liked spending time with her; she was definitely a change from the stuck-up girls he was supposed to be dating.
'And she sure is beautiful... wait, did I just think that! Damn you Draco! You are supposed to be a Malfoy, start acting like one!' With that last thought he mentally slapped himself and resumed to continue walking in and setting down the food.
Ginny looked up at him for a second and said, "Mmm, smells good." She had studied his apparel, seeing that he was wearing black pants and a long sleeved dark green shirt. He matched his apartment, and she found it funny.
'Well it's a feast compared to what your family used to feed you' he thought, but restrained himself from saying it. With a fake smile he replied, "It's roast turkey. Do you like the wine? I wasn't sure if you like red or white better, so I just chose red."
"Red is my favorite." she responded. Ginny found that she had a lot more in common with a Malfoy then she should. It was scary. They both liked their coffee black, both preferred red wine over white, both loved Quidditch, and there was probably more things they had in common as well...
...but that would not stop her from what she had to do. If everything worked out then this would be their last date and she would never have to see him again, except for his picture on the front page of the newspaper along with her article.
Malfoy sat down across from her and began to fill both of their plates with food. For the first several minutes neither of them said anything. Ginny was beginning to feel uncomfortable and she felt the need to break the silence.
"So..." She sat straight up, smoothed a cloth napkin over her lap, and then picked up a fork with one hand and a knife with the other. She always, or at least most of the time, felt awkward when it was quiet and no one talked. Especially when it was her and him, and when they were sitting in romantic settings getting ready to eat dinner. This type of situation happened all too often when it shouldn't have been happening at all.
"Yes?" he asked, looking up from his food and finding himself looking into her eyes.
"How about them Vultures?" That was the first thing that came to her mind, of course it would be Quidditch -maybe that was why Harry and her got along so well together-, and so that was what she said before taking another long sip of wine.
They found themselves in an intense discussion about Quidditch, both of them forgetting who they were with and acting like themselves.
"And if the Chasers were faster and paid more attention to the game then they would win more often." Malfoy said between eating his dinner and keeping up the conversation.
"I agree." The minute Ginny mouthed those two fatal words she snapped out of it and remembered that she was talking to her enemy. She had just openly agreed with something Malfoy said. If Ron and Harry were here for this then they would have been appalled. How could she actually like being around someone so rude, smug, and self-obsessed?
Right when she was pulled back into reality so was Malfoy. Now that he knew who she was, he also knew that whatever this, erm, relationship was called it would not be able to last because it wasn't real to begin with. He was now only going along with it for fun and to see the expression on her face when she finds out that she isn't going to get a story. He knew that she knew he knew, after all that was why he dropped the question about brothers, to scare her. It was like a game, and Malfoy wanted to win.
Ginny finished the rest of her dinner quietly, wondering what Malfoy was thinking. He was one person who was at times extremely hard to read; especially with those mysterious grey eyes that one could find themselves staring into without realizing it. That fact annoyed her. It would be so much easier for her to manipulate him if she could read his mind.
'If only I knew how to work that spell...' she thought to herself, wishing that she had gotten it to work back in her sixth year. 'Hermione would know how to use it' she concluded; aware of the fact that Hermione was the best witch she ever met.
They both stopped thinking and then glanced at each other. Ginny quickly looked back down again, and poured some more wine into her glass. It was her third glass and she was starting to feel more relaxed. Malfoy noticed that they were both done and excused himself to go put the dishes in his kitchen. So she sat there alone and decided to take this opportunity to do some valuable snooping.
She set her glass back down, leaned back to see Malfoy in his kitchen, and then slipped out of her seat and entered the living room to pick up her purse. Luckily Malfoy was busy in the kitchen doing Merlin knows what, so she was able to continue with her spur of the moment idea.
Next she tiptoed into his small hallway. She made her way quietly into his bedroom and looked at the desk that had originally held the briefcase. It was not there. As she made her way across the room she almost tripped on something that was sticking out from under his bed. She glanced down to see what is was and all she saw was the corner of something black. She kneeled down and then pulled out the mystery object from under his big bed. It was the black briefcase that she had been looking for.
'Yes!' she exclaimed in her mind and set her purse down on the floor next to the briefcase. Then she slowly zipped open her purse and pulled out her wand. It wasn't the best, but it worked and so she used it. She muttered a spell to unlock the briefcase, and soon she heard a little click. Her spell had worked and she was able to open up the briefcase that she had wanted to look through ever since she first laid her eyes upon it.
Before looking at the contents a thought came to her mind. This was all too easy. Malfoy was a clever wizard, he had come in second behind Hermione, even though he would like to deny it, and so he would be smart enough to put a spell on his briefcase so that other people could not open it. Why would he not do that? The whole situation seemed a bit suspicious, especially since she knew he knew about her, but did he know that she was looking for evidence against him?
She quickly turned her attention back to the contents of the briefcase. There were a bunch of files and papers, along with some pictures. She flipped through them, not recognizing any, but then stopped when she got to the last one. It was a picture of Harry and her together walking down a street. Why would he have that?
Ginny knew she had to hurry up so he wouldn't catch her again, and that is the reason why she shoved some of the pictures and papers into her purse and then re-closed his briefcase before pushing back under the bed the way she found it. By the time he realized the stuff was missing she would already have be long gone and busy finishing her lovely article. After all this work she hoped that there would even be an article. She could not let anything get in the way of her promotion. She picked up her purse, adjusted herself, and then slipped back out and into his living room.
By the time Malfoy left his kitchen he found Ginny back in her seat like nothing had happened. He was holding two plates, each one holding a slice of chocolate cake, and then set them down on the table. He noticed she looked a bit flushed, but he didn't say anything. Instead he sat back down, poured them both more wine, as if they hadn't had enough already, and looked at her.
"Look's good." Ginny said before taking a small bite of the cake. She fancied chocolate, like most girls do, and the cake was a good choice of dessert. Unfortunately she was too busy thinking about the picture she found to enjoy it.
After they finished dessert Malfoy put on some music and they moved into the living room. He saw that her purse wasn't in the same place she left it, yet once again he kept his thoughts to himself. That was one problem with many people, they couldn't keep anything to themselves and that was how they always got themselves in trouble.
They both sat next to each other on his black leather couch, once again, and they held their wine glasses in their hands. They sat there quietly for a bit, just listening to the soft music in the background and taking sips of their red wine.
Then a light bulb lit up in Malfoy's head. He had an idea! He sat down his glass on the coffee table in front of him and turned to the blonde beside him. He grinned and then asked while offering out his right hand, "Care for a dance?"
Ginny looked at him with mixed thoughts, but before she knew what had happened she found herself slow dancing with Malfoy in the middle of his living room. He had set down her glass for her and brought her out to dance with him all in less than a minute. Her mind processed what was going on, and in normal circumstances she would have panicked and left by now, but instead she went with the flow. After all, it was only one dance...
Malfoy had one arm around her waist and another on her freckled hand. She had her right arm up and her hand resting on the back of his neck. While they danced she found it hard to believe that he was the same person she had gone to school with. He seemed so different, so relaxed, so... human and way too romantic.
Or maybe that was what he wanted her to think, that he was really deep down a nice romantic guy who was hiding himself behind a wall of arrogance to protect himself from being hurt. 'Nah!' she thought, 'that is way too sappy movie-ish to be real. And I should know, Hermione made me watch them. I feel bad for Ron though, she made him watch a million chick flicks as the Muggles call them.'
Then she glanced up at the man whom she was with and he happened to be looking down at her at the same moment. As she looked into his grey eyes and for a second forgot about her train of thought, and her hormones took over.
That was it; within the next couple of seconds Draco and Ginny had their lips locked together. His tongue wiggled its way into her mouth and their tongues were playing a game of tag. This went on for a little bit before they started backing up to go into his bedroom. They kept kissing as he pulled off his shirt and sat down at the end of his bed. When they stopped Ginny opened her eyes and realized what was happening. She glanced at his muscles, 'man is he hot', and then her eyes moved down to his arm. The Dark Mark was not there. 'He isn't a Deatheater!'
She had to leave, to get out of there. She felt immensely guilty for kissing him. She backed up, as Draco gave her a wondering look, and then she muttered, "I have to go." Then she left the room quickly, not waiting for a response, and while in his living room picked up her coat and purse before continuing to the elevator. She ran out of the building like a man with a chainsaw was chasing after her, until she got home.
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A/N: Once again thank you for reviewing. It was my birthday yesterday, happy birthday to me!, and also my second day of school therefore I won't be posting very often, but I will try to post at least once a week. The story should be over soon anyway. So please review!
erbsenpueree- I hope it will be! Thanks! :-)
Catmint- Thanks for the two reviews!
When Malfoy entered the room holding the main course in one hand and a bowl of salad in the other he caught Ginny sitting harmlessly at the table twirling a piece of blonde hair with her fingers and occasionally taking sips of wine.
He paused for a moment, inspecting her and thinking about how much she had changed since school. He hadn't recognized her at the coffee house, and truthfully if he had he would have either ignored her or go over to insult her. Actually, he kind of liked spending time with her; she was definitely a change from the stuck-up girls he was supposed to be dating.
'And she sure is beautiful... wait, did I just think that! Damn you Draco! You are supposed to be a Malfoy, start acting like one!' With that last thought he mentally slapped himself and resumed to continue walking in and setting down the food.
Ginny looked up at him for a second and said, "Mmm, smells good." She had studied his apparel, seeing that he was wearing black pants and a long sleeved dark green shirt. He matched his apartment, and she found it funny.
'Well it's a feast compared to what your family used to feed you' he thought, but restrained himself from saying it. With a fake smile he replied, "It's roast turkey. Do you like the wine? I wasn't sure if you like red or white better, so I just chose red."
"Red is my favorite." she responded. Ginny found that she had a lot more in common with a Malfoy then she should. It was scary. They both liked their coffee black, both preferred red wine over white, both loved Quidditch, and there was probably more things they had in common as well...
...but that would not stop her from what she had to do. If everything worked out then this would be their last date and she would never have to see him again, except for his picture on the front page of the newspaper along with her article.
Malfoy sat down across from her and began to fill both of their plates with food. For the first several minutes neither of them said anything. Ginny was beginning to feel uncomfortable and she felt the need to break the silence.
"So..." She sat straight up, smoothed a cloth napkin over her lap, and then picked up a fork with one hand and a knife with the other. She always, or at least most of the time, felt awkward when it was quiet and no one talked. Especially when it was her and him, and when they were sitting in romantic settings getting ready to eat dinner. This type of situation happened all too often when it shouldn't have been happening at all.
"Yes?" he asked, looking up from his food and finding himself looking into her eyes.
"How about them Vultures?" That was the first thing that came to her mind, of course it would be Quidditch -maybe that was why Harry and her got along so well together-, and so that was what she said before taking another long sip of wine.
They found themselves in an intense discussion about Quidditch, both of them forgetting who they were with and acting like themselves.
"And if the Chasers were faster and paid more attention to the game then they would win more often." Malfoy said between eating his dinner and keeping up the conversation.
"I agree." The minute Ginny mouthed those two fatal words she snapped out of it and remembered that she was talking to her enemy. She had just openly agreed with something Malfoy said. If Ron and Harry were here for this then they would have been appalled. How could she actually like being around someone so rude, smug, and self-obsessed?
Right when she was pulled back into reality so was Malfoy. Now that he knew who she was, he also knew that whatever this, erm, relationship was called it would not be able to last because it wasn't real to begin with. He was now only going along with it for fun and to see the expression on her face when she finds out that she isn't going to get a story. He knew that she knew he knew, after all that was why he dropped the question about brothers, to scare her. It was like a game, and Malfoy wanted to win.
Ginny finished the rest of her dinner quietly, wondering what Malfoy was thinking. He was one person who was at times extremely hard to read; especially with those mysterious grey eyes that one could find themselves staring into without realizing it. That fact annoyed her. It would be so much easier for her to manipulate him if she could read his mind.
'If only I knew how to work that spell...' she thought to herself, wishing that she had gotten it to work back in her sixth year. 'Hermione would know how to use it' she concluded; aware of the fact that Hermione was the best witch she ever met.
They both stopped thinking and then glanced at each other. Ginny quickly looked back down again, and poured some more wine into her glass. It was her third glass and she was starting to feel more relaxed. Malfoy noticed that they were both done and excused himself to go put the dishes in his kitchen. So she sat there alone and decided to take this opportunity to do some valuable snooping.
She set her glass back down, leaned back to see Malfoy in his kitchen, and then slipped out of her seat and entered the living room to pick up her purse. Luckily Malfoy was busy in the kitchen doing Merlin knows what, so she was able to continue with her spur of the moment idea.
Next she tiptoed into his small hallway. She made her way quietly into his bedroom and looked at the desk that had originally held the briefcase. It was not there. As she made her way across the room she almost tripped on something that was sticking out from under his bed. She glanced down to see what is was and all she saw was the corner of something black. She kneeled down and then pulled out the mystery object from under his big bed. It was the black briefcase that she had been looking for.
'Yes!' she exclaimed in her mind and set her purse down on the floor next to the briefcase. Then she slowly zipped open her purse and pulled out her wand. It wasn't the best, but it worked and so she used it. She muttered a spell to unlock the briefcase, and soon she heard a little click. Her spell had worked and she was able to open up the briefcase that she had wanted to look through ever since she first laid her eyes upon it.
Before looking at the contents a thought came to her mind. This was all too easy. Malfoy was a clever wizard, he had come in second behind Hermione, even though he would like to deny it, and so he would be smart enough to put a spell on his briefcase so that other people could not open it. Why would he not do that? The whole situation seemed a bit suspicious, especially since she knew he knew about her, but did he know that she was looking for evidence against him?
She quickly turned her attention back to the contents of the briefcase. There were a bunch of files and papers, along with some pictures. She flipped through them, not recognizing any, but then stopped when she got to the last one. It was a picture of Harry and her together walking down a street. Why would he have that?
Ginny knew she had to hurry up so he wouldn't catch her again, and that is the reason why she shoved some of the pictures and papers into her purse and then re-closed his briefcase before pushing back under the bed the way she found it. By the time he realized the stuff was missing she would already have be long gone and busy finishing her lovely article. After all this work she hoped that there would even be an article. She could not let anything get in the way of her promotion. She picked up her purse, adjusted herself, and then slipped back out and into his living room.
By the time Malfoy left his kitchen he found Ginny back in her seat like nothing had happened. He was holding two plates, each one holding a slice of chocolate cake, and then set them down on the table. He noticed she looked a bit flushed, but he didn't say anything. Instead he sat back down, poured them both more wine, as if they hadn't had enough already, and looked at her.
"Look's good." Ginny said before taking a small bite of the cake. She fancied chocolate, like most girls do, and the cake was a good choice of dessert. Unfortunately she was too busy thinking about the picture she found to enjoy it.
After they finished dessert Malfoy put on some music and they moved into the living room. He saw that her purse wasn't in the same place she left it, yet once again he kept his thoughts to himself. That was one problem with many people, they couldn't keep anything to themselves and that was how they always got themselves in trouble.
They both sat next to each other on his black leather couch, once again, and they held their wine glasses in their hands. They sat there quietly for a bit, just listening to the soft music in the background and taking sips of their red wine.
Then a light bulb lit up in Malfoy's head. He had an idea! He sat down his glass on the coffee table in front of him and turned to the blonde beside him. He grinned and then asked while offering out his right hand, "Care for a dance?"
Ginny looked at him with mixed thoughts, but before she knew what had happened she found herself slow dancing with Malfoy in the middle of his living room. He had set down her glass for her and brought her out to dance with him all in less than a minute. Her mind processed what was going on, and in normal circumstances she would have panicked and left by now, but instead she went with the flow. After all, it was only one dance...
Malfoy had one arm around her waist and another on her freckled hand. She had her right arm up and her hand resting on the back of his neck. While they danced she found it hard to believe that he was the same person she had gone to school with. He seemed so different, so relaxed, so... human and way too romantic.
Or maybe that was what he wanted her to think, that he was really deep down a nice romantic guy who was hiding himself behind a wall of arrogance to protect himself from being hurt. 'Nah!' she thought, 'that is way too sappy movie-ish to be real. And I should know, Hermione made me watch them. I feel bad for Ron though, she made him watch a million chick flicks as the Muggles call them.'
Then she glanced up at the man whom she was with and he happened to be looking down at her at the same moment. As she looked into his grey eyes and for a second forgot about her train of thought, and her hormones took over.
That was it; within the next couple of seconds Draco and Ginny had their lips locked together. His tongue wiggled its way into her mouth and their tongues were playing a game of tag. This went on for a little bit before they started backing up to go into his bedroom. They kept kissing as he pulled off his shirt and sat down at the end of his bed. When they stopped Ginny opened her eyes and realized what was happening. She glanced at his muscles, 'man is he hot', and then her eyes moved down to his arm. The Dark Mark was not there. 'He isn't a Deatheater!'
She had to leave, to get out of there. She felt immensely guilty for kissing him. She backed up, as Draco gave her a wondering look, and then she muttered, "I have to go." Then she left the room quickly, not waiting for a response, and while in his living room picked up her coat and purse before continuing to the elevator. She ran out of the building like a man with a chainsaw was chasing after her, until she got home.
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A/N: Once again thank you for reviewing. It was my birthday yesterday, happy birthday to me!, and also my second day of school therefore I won't be posting very often, but I will try to post at least once a week. The story should be over soon anyway. So please review!
erbsenpueree- I hope it will be! Thanks! :-)
Catmint- Thanks for the two reviews!