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Ginny left the house quietly. Harry was still asleep and Makayla wouldn't wake up for a few more hours. She was a late sleeper like her father. It was almost 11:30 a.m. and Ginny decided to get her meeting with Draco over as soon as possible. She grabbed up a jacket in case it got chilly and thought about the manor. She'd been there before once, when Draco's parents had been away on business. She Disapparated with a 'pop' and felt her world diminish around her.

She blinked when she felt her feet hit solid ground again. Looking around, she saw most everything was the same and could understand why Draco hadn't moved out of this place. It was enormous, beautiful, extravagent. She couldn't think of elegant enough words to explain the manor and she was gaping about she she heard a chuckle behind her.

"I see you couldn't wait to see me again." She turned around and found Draco, already dressed, with a towell in his hands. "Hope you don't mind waiting a minute. I didn't expect you here so soon, Ginevra." She shivered at the mention of her given name. It was a name she'd always hated when used by anyone but him, though she never knew why it was different.

"I want to get this-" She lost her breath for a minute when he ran his fingers through his damp hair and let it hang loosely in his eyes. She ogled at him until she heard him cough quite loudly. "I wanted to just get this done," she whispered. He smirked.

"I'm sure," he replied arrogantly. "That's exactly why you can't stop staring at me."

Ginny glared at him. "This is why things would never have worked, Draco. You were always so arrogant. You think more of yourself than any woman I've ever met."

"No," he drawled. "Things didn't work because your from a lowly family." She walked purposefully toward him and slapped him across the face.

"I won't stand around and let you insult the only people who have ever shown me anything but care." She was surprised at herself. She'd always been so scared of him. What had changed? She saw a look of contempt in his eyes and it still did'nt make her back away. "Now. You said we needed to talk. I'm here and 'dressed for occasion' as you said. Where are we going?" He smirked at her and turned around.

"I don't know yet. It depends on how you behave." She growled at him.

"You're so immature, Draco." Ginny backed away from him, now wondering where her previous burst of heroism had worn off. "If you aren't going to act civil toward me, then I'm going home right now." He smirked.

"Mmm hmm. Scurry along then." Ginny didn't move. She wanted to know why he was back. Draco looked at her with fraud confusion. "I don't see you leaving, Ginevra."

"Shove off and let's just get this over with." She saw Draco smirk and she rolled her eyes.

"Alright, just give me a few minutes to get ready." He left the room and Ginny crossed the room and sat down on the black, leather sofa. She closed her eyes and let her head fall backwards until it touched the top of the sofa, letting go of everything in her mind at the moment. She sat there for what must have been 10 minutes and even started to doze off when she felt Draco's presence in the room. She opened her eyes and he was standing in front of her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. She smiled at him, and then remembered how he'd treated her earlier and quickly turned her smile into a scowl. She couldn't help but stare at him, however. He was wearing very formal attire and his hair was gelled just enough so it gave a wet, touseled look. At that moment, she was glad she had chosen her best dress. A dark, emerald green gown that fit tightly in all the right places and stopped just at the top of her black high heeled shoes.

They both sized each other up, neither one speaking, but each one having so much to say. "We should go. Our reservations are in 15 minutes." Ginny snapped out of her thoughts and rose. He was at least five inches taller than her, but with her heels on, it seemed like much less. She walked over to him and their arms grazed each others, sending a chill up both of their spines. Ginny closed her eyes, not wanting to get caught up in her emotions. Emotions she'd layed to rest a little over three years ago.

"Where are we going?" She asked. He smirked with a glint in his eyes.

"Just trust me." She almost laughed in his face.

"Last time I trusted you, I ended up alone, on a beach, crying my eyes out. I'd rather not trust you again after that." She saw a change in him as soon as she'd said that, and she didn't know whether he was angry or sad.

"Well then I guess you aren't coming. I'm not telling you."

She groaned. "You can be so childish, Draco Malfoy."

He chuckled softly. "Yeah, I know, but if you remember correctly, you used to love that." She took in a short breath and held it. Why was it after so many years he could still tell exactly how she was feeling? How was it he always knew exactly what she was thinking?

"That's the same reason we could have never worked." Draco shook his head.

"I already told you why things didn't work." Before she could yell at him, or even open her mouth, he took hold of her hand and began walking toward the front door. "We're going to be late if you continue to argue with me."

"Well if you weren't so infuriating, I wouldn't have to!" He smirked. It was so easy to get a rise out of her. When they were outside, Ginny saw a limosine at the end of the gates. "So you travel by Muggle means now?"

"Only when I'm going to a Muggle area." She dropped her jaw. Since when had Draco Malfoy ever gone to Muggle London? "Close your mouth. That's most unattractive." She glared at him, but closed her mouth. He still hadn't let go of her hand and when the got to the limo, he opened her door and got in behind her, closing it.

"I forget why we're even meeting today," Ginny said, exasperated.

Draco was more than happy to tell her. "It's because you never got over me and we need to make sure you don't cheat on Potter with me again." He gave a small grin when Ginny appeared baffled and started stuttering. "You know I'm right, Ginevra."

"Well I never- You are so- I can't believe-," she stammered.

"Yes?" Draco looked at her bemusedly. "Please do go on." Ginny snapped her lips shut and looked out the window. She didn't recognize any of the surroundings.

"Where are we going, Draco?" She asked once again. "Tell me now, or I'll jump out!" He smirked.

"Now who's being immature?"

"Sometimes I hate you," she snapped at him. She couldn't help but grin at the look on his face. "Sorry, I bet you're not used to people telling you that. Did I bruise your ego?"

"No," he said slowly. "But you did only say sometimes. When don't you hate me, Ginevra." It wasn't a question for her to answer. They both knew she could never truly hate him. "Oh look, we're here." Ginny was dumbfounded. He was acting so strange, almost happy. Draco Malfoy never acted happy. There was so much she didn't know about him anymore, but she could not picture him being happy, and she was right. As soon as they were in public, he took on a very formal approach and opened the door for Ginny, closing it when she was out.

"What is this place?" Ginny asked in wonder. "I've never seen it before."

"That's because it was just put in. I own it." Draco waved a hand in front of him. "I bought it from the person who had run it before and turned it into something even better. It's not even open yet." So that was why it looked dead, Ginny noted.

"If it's not open, why are we here for lunch?" She looked around. It looked so deserted out here. "Aren't there supposed to be chefs in order to make food to eat?" She knew that sounded stupid as soon as it was out of her mouth, but she couldn't take it back. Draco rolled his eyes at her.

"We're not children anymore, Ginevra. We can use magic outside Hogwarts now." He opened the door and held it for her. She walked in, marveling at the place that surrounded her.

"When did you do this?" She asked, short of breath. It was a beautiful place. It was decked out in green, silver, and black. The table cloths were made of silk and the chairs had real genuine leather on them. Even the napkins were made of some of the softest material Ginny had ever felt before. "It's amazing." The place really took her breath away and she found herself wondering how much it had cost.

"I actually just bought it a week ago. Pansy knows nothing about it, of course. She'd be here all the time, and quite frankly, I need some time away from her. She wants to start a family." His face was grim. "I don't even like her, much less want to have children with her. Unless they looked like me," he added as an after thought. Ginny smirked, then she caught herself and turned it into a smile.

"Well, you've done an amazing job, Draco." She looked around once more. "Honestly, though, I never in my right mind would think you could run a restraunt." He nodded, as though he knew what she meant.

"Well, have a seat." He motioned to the table in front of them. Ginny noticed it was set differently. The table cloth was a deep, blood red and the napkins were a silky black color. The seats were outlined in silver and the chair itself was black as well. He'd done red for her house, silver for his, and black just to pull it all together. It looked nice. She had to admit, he had very good taste. She saw him smile at her reaction and he left her side and disappeared through a door at the back of the restraunt. Ginny smiled and sat down, imagining once more that things had never changed. That she was still with him and he didn't want to become his father. That Harry was nothing more than a friend and her brothers weren't in charge of her life. Once more, she wished she wasn't Ginny Weasley, but someone Draco wouldn't have been ashamed of. She was so deep in thought, she didn't realize when Draco had come back.

"Something wrong?" He asked softly. She shook her head.

"No, why?" He reached out and wiped at her eyes with his fingers.

"You're crying." Ginny reached up. She had been crying and didn't even know it. She looked up into Draco's eyes and saw something she'd never seen before. He still cared. She could tell, even if he'd never admit it. He cared about her. She stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Draco was shocked and tried to step away from her, but she held him where he was. She didn't want anything intimate, she just wanted him to hold her. Draco put his arms around her uncertaintly and held her head to his chest.

"What are you doing?" He whispered into her hair. She smiled against his chest. She had really missed him, and even if he didn't feel the same way, she didn't care.

"I don't know," she answered him. He didn't move away from her and she looked up into his eyes. He was still confused, but he was hiding it well. He couldn't let her know what he was thinking at the moment. Ginny smilied, knowing very well what he was thinking and pulled his head down towars hers. She stopped just short of his lips, waiting for him to pull away from her, but he didn't. She brushed his lips lightly, not wanting to be rejected, but not wanting to stop either. He still didn't move away from her. She pulled him into a more passionate kiss and Draco responded, kissing her back, lifting her up so he was holding her level with his face. He pulled away first and looked into her eyes. They were a deep chocolate brown, like always, but they were so happy and full of energy. He grinned and Ginny smiled at him.

"Don't you wish things were this easy?" Ginny said quietly. Draco nodded and looked away from her. "Why can't you look at me for longer than one minute," she whispered. Draco shook his head. "Answer me, please."

"I've got to get to the kitchen," he said. Ginny felt tears burning at her eyes.

"Are you embarassed of what just happened?" She asked, not wanting to know the answer.

He shook his head. "No, Ginevra. It's not that simple."

"Then what is it? This is the second time you've done this." She grabbed ahold of his wrist and placed her other hand on the side of his face. "You can talk to me. I know you better than anyone." He chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess you do." He looked around before looking back at her. "Look, you know as well as I do that we left a lot unfinished and if things like this happen now, it won't stop." Ginny nodded. He was right.

"Maybe I don't want it to stop." Draco closed his eyes.

"Ginevra, we're both married now. You've got a daughter. You can't do this." She smiled.

"I know," she said, not looking away from him. "I just can't seem-." Their faces were getting closer once more and Draco found himself kissing Ginny this time. Neither of them could seem to pull away from the other and Draco found his hand at the hem of Ginny's shirt. At that moment, they were interupted by a loud cough. Draco's hand flew from the bottom of Ginny's shirt, but he didn't have his wits about him and didn't even set her down. They both looked toward the door and saw the last person they'd expected to find them.

"What are you doing!" Ginny and Draco yelled in unison. Draco continued while Ginny stayed quiet. "We thought you were someone else. What are you doing here?"

The man in the door smiled, his onyx eyes smiling. He knew they'd get together again. They couldn't stay apart. No matter what Draco told him, he knew. "You owe me 50 galleons, Ice." Draco smirked.

"Dammit, I thought you would have forgotten. What are you doing here anyways?"

"Just thought I'd let you know, theres a meeting tonight at 9:00." Then he smirked. "While I'm here though, got anything to eat?" Draco grinned and Ginny slid herself off of him, smiling shyly at having been caught kissing Draco, and by the same person who'd caught them back in Hogwarts too.

a/n: lol who do ya'll think it is? lol betcha won't guess. well maybe, but who knows! lol review! oh and sorry it took so long :(