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Chapter Two: First Dates and Quidditch Games

She hated his guts. She had always hated his guys. He was a Malfoy, she a Weasley, it was predestined that they should hate each other. Of course in some people's eyes, that made them destined to be the perfect couple, opposites attract and all that bull. Of course if you had seen them back in school together you would be crazy to think they would ever date. Draco never dated anyone, seeing himself too good, and Ginny dated a lot, even Harry Potter.

However, a few years after the great war and after they were out of school they saw each other. Actually the correct story would be, Draco stumbled into her while soaking wet. It seemed Draco had been having a very, very, very, very, very bad day and Ginny had the bad luck to run into him.

It seemed that it was raining very hard in another part of the country and Draco had been caught in a non disapparation zone. So he had to run to a place where he could apparate, getting thoroughly soaked in the process. Then, because he was so upset, he nearly splinched himself. He had apparated to a coffee house, so he could buy himself the biggest coffee possible and as he left the coffee house he nearly dumped it all on Ginny who had been crossing the street.

Draco had immediately let out a string of rather foul words, and then immediately apologized for nearly dumping a steamy hot cup of coffee on her. Ginny had looked him over for a minute and quickly pulled out her wand and dried his robes with a simple spell.

She shook her head at him as she turned to go into the coffee shop herself, but stopped as he grabbed her arm.

"Ginny Weasley?"

"Draco Malfoy." she said with a smirk, "Not that we know who each other are, how can I help you?"

"Have dinner with me?"

The shock on Ginny's face was very apparent and she barely stammered out "What?"

"I've had a horrible day, and so far running into has made my day better. I may not have coffee but you at least had the good sense to dry my robes. Perhaps if I have dinner with you it will be better than the rest of my day just like the past two minutes."

"Of course, my running into you nearly got a huge cup of steaming coffee dumped on me. Seems like my day immediately started going down hill."

"Dinner with me at Cafe Garmon?" Draco continued.

"Don't you need a reservation there?" Ginny asked suddenly interest.

"I have a permanent reservation." Draco replied. "So, what do you say?"

"I already have plans for tonight." Ginny replied.

"What?"

"I have work to do." Ginny replied.

"Bring it with you."

"So you want to take me out because I've made your day better and I can bring work with me?" Ginny asked smirking. "How desperate are you?"

"Desperate enough to ask out a Weasley apparently," Draco replied. "Free dinner, why turn it down?"

"Why indeed?" Ginny asked thoughtfully.

And so, their relationship was born. And like she said, she brought her work to dinner and nearly ignored him the whole time. He really only caught her attention when he mentioned desert. She was a girl and a Weasley, the promise of chocolate could always gain her attention.

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Of course Ginny and Draco eventually broke up and it was a shock to many. It was a bigger shock when he started dating again.

He was attending a rather important meeting with very important people when he first saw Isabella. She was the daughter of one of the men he was meeting. She was the very daughter of the man who kept telling Draco about his beautiful daughter.

She was beautiful, that much was sure. But Draco wasn't ready to date someone new. He was however trying to impress her father among others, so he agreed to a date.

Draco thought that their date could be a simple, run of the mill dinner. He should have known better, Isabella was a princess after all. She happened to have an invitation to one of the most popular wizard hot spots. She insisted that they go there, of course. So Draco found himself being dragged in rather uncomfortable clothes to a very loud, busy club.

It just so happened that once they got there he realized some of his friends would be at that very club. He didn't care what they thought about her (they loved her). After all, they were bound to love her; rich, powerful, famous. In his friends opinions she was everything that Ginny wasn't, and that was good.

The date lasted until three in the morning and Draco was thoroughly sick of her right away. That didn't keep him from asking her out again for the next night. Or the night after that, or the night after that. In fact Draco found that as much as he couldn't stand Isabella, he found himself with her more and more.

He didn't think of her while he was day dreaming at work. He didn't miss her when she wasn't around. He didn't miss her at all really, but he continued to date her. By the time he was ready to break up with her the press had found out and he felt obligated to date her.

His friends loved her and claimed she was exactly what she needed. So for the next year and a half he dated her, and he still is. The only problem is, he is still in love with another.

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It was their second date where she showed an actual interest in him. He had asked her to a Quidditch game and instantly she accepted. Ginny had grown up around Quidditch, even played it a few times in her youth and she adored going to the games.

Draco just happened to have top box seats, just like he happened to have a reservation to one of the most popular restaurants every night. So he picked her up and they were on their way to the Quidditch game. They ate there. It was very unhealthy food, and not the best, and Ginny was a little shocked to see how much he loved the greasy food.

He did eat the food though, and cursed along with her when the opposite team scored. In fact none of Draco's good breeding could be spotted while he was watching the Quidditch game, and that, more than all of his money or fame is what impressed Ginny the most. That is what caught her attention. That is what gave him a chance with her.

It was the innocent way in which Ginny looked that made her so hot when she cursed at the opposing team. Draco yelled along with her, but in the back of his mind he was giddy at sitting beside this girl who was so ferociously into Quidditch. The fact that she had eaten more than him and hadn't thought twice about wanting something healthy had impressed the hell out of Draco because he was so tired of girls who only ate lettuce.

The most impressive thing about the night though, was on the walk home how they talked about Quidditch. Not just about the game, but about previous games, stats, players. The girl had a Quidditch brain.

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On Draco's third date with Isabella he took her to a Quidditch game. Isabella was not impressed. She hated sports, hated watching them, hated hearing about them, and hated attending them. She hated the food he bought her to eat, she hated the way he talked when his team was losing. She especially hated the way the game got more of his attention then she did.

She whined, she complained, they didn't stay to see who won. Instead she insisted they go out to eat at a "proper" restaurant and then to the theater to see a "real" show. Which Draco wasn't dressed for and had to change before they could go anywhere nice enough for her tastes.

Nothing that Draco enjoyed was good enough for Isabella's tastes. Nothing about him was good enough for her, but she stayed with him. He was, after all, hot, famous, and rich. Of course she stayed with him, he was one of the most eligible bachelors out there.

Draco was a status symbol for Isabella, even though she didn't need one. He was the perfect trophy for her to keep around. Draco knew that is all she wanted from him. He wasn't fooled into believing that she was really in love with him. He knew real love and what she felt for him wasn't it.

But when Draco was with Isabella, he wasn't asking her to love him. All he really wanted from her was companionship, even if it was very boring for him. At least he had someone to take to big social events, at least he had someone to hold on his arm.