Author's Note: Now see that wasn't so bad was it...I promise not to leave this chapter on a cliffy...This one is a bit longer...Enjoy!

For disclaimer: See Chapter One...

July 9, 2012...Malfoy Manor Gardens...6:43 p.m.

Draco watched as Ryan talked with someone. Obviously Harry Potter. 'Of course' he thought with a sneer. She was talking about London's weather now. Definitely a spoiled California girl.

The setting sun was casting a radiant glow around her, giving her an ethereal sun goddess look. Her face was tilted down and she had the look of mischief and memories on her face. She had a beautiful smile. Only a fool would deny that, and Draco was no fool. She probably had many lovers back home. 'Not that I care' he thought. Gods, her smile, her true smile, was brilliant. It reminded him so much of Ginny's. His Ginny's. Her talking brought him back.

"...nothing's changed really. He's still a bastard to everyone except Ginny, and even then, he'd probably be one to her."

'Well if she doesn't like it she shouldn't have...Wait...Did she just say Ginny?' he thought frantically.

"You know Ginny?" he asked as he stepped from behind the trees. He heard her gasp, wave a hand over the water, and mumble a quick spell.

"It's rude to eavesdrop, or did your mother not teach you any manners," she snapped as she slipped her heels back on.

"For future reference, do not ever refer to my mother. I asked you a question. Do you know Ginny Weasley?" he asked as her crossed his arms over his chest, silently praying for a yes.

Ginny sighed and sat back down, running her hands over her face. She hadn't really planned on this, but maybe...she could use this to her advantage. She stood back up and watched the remaining rays of sun disappear beyond the horizon. Sighing, she looked at him.

"Yeah, I know Ginny," she finally said, not meeting his eye.

She started back for the manor, leaving Draco in her wake. She was almost there when Draco snapped out of his thoughts.

"Ryan! Wait!" He said as he ran up to her. He noticed she stopped and looked at him, her eyes guarded.

"How is she?" he asked, panting a bit.

"Why do you want to know?"

"We were...friends at one time. I haven't heard from her in ages."

"She's fine, a bit over worked, but fine otherwise."

"How do you know her?" he asked, questions shooting out one after another, not caring at their course.

"She was my partner for a year, almost two."

"So, she is a auror?" he asked, not a bit surprised.

"Yes, and a damn good one too," Ginny smiled, on the verge of laughing, but she never laughed. Because of him. "People say we look alike," she continued. "Many times, death eaters thought there was only one of us. Pretty stupid of them...we look nothing alike."

"Not exactly true," he spoke up. "You have the same smile and cheekbones, same eye shape and body type, though you're taller," he finished quietly. "How's her husband?"

"Husband? Last time I checked, she wasn't married."

Draco gave a sigh of relief. They continued walking towards the manor.

"So...she's not seeing anyone?" he asked out of sheer curiosity.

"Not exclusively. She goes on dates with Harry occasionally."

"Of course, Saint Potter...I'm surprised it's not all over the news yet. Have you talked to her lately?"

"Believe me, I'm surprised too. I talked to her before I left. It was the last time I could communicate with her without being...distracted."

"Oh."

They had finally sat down to diner when he broached the topic of business. "I imagine you're wondering when we'll be having our first interaction with the wizarding society," he questioned, admiring the way the candlelight illuminated her exquisite face. He wasn't afraid to admit she was beautiful. She looked like Ginny after all. He wasn't going to make the mistake of confusing the two.

"Actually, I was," she said consideringly, setting her wine glass down. "Any ideas how you plan on introducing me?"

"Tomorrow night, my friend Blaise Zabini is hosting an elite party. We're invited. Don't worry, he doesn't know about you. He just knows I'm bringing a guest."

"I wasn't aware you had friends."

"Be ready by five," he said, ignoring her jibe. "I need to make sure you're dressed properly. You are American after all," he finished, taking a sip of his wine. Ginny, fuming, said a silent prayer and said,

"Are you gay?" Draco spit his wine out across the table and started choking.

"I'm CPR certified, but I only remember how to bring an unconscious person to. So you're going to need to pass out first before I can save you," she stated grimly, but her eyes danced with mischief.

"I am not gay!" he yelled, outraged. He slammed his napkin down and stood up. His face was still a bit red due to the choking.

"Well it was the only reason I could think of why you needed an escort." Draco just got up and left. Ryan's mischievous eyes following him in his mind, never mind that it was the same expression Ginny often used on him.