"You said no one hears your music anymore, does that mean you still write?" Draco finally managed to look up at her again and took another bite of steak.

"Ah," she hesitated, "yeah, it does. I've thought about giving it to a performer, but I haven't found one I trust with it, or one who has a sufficient reputation as a true artist to garner the respect it requires for music to really be listened to." She sighed. "Besides, if I ever find one," she looked up at Daren with odd expression on her face, "they probably won't want to perform someone else's work."

"You could always release albums but refuse to make public appearances." He suggested.

"Tried that, even the labels that respect your 'artistic freedom' still want you to show your face, give interviews, and other sales boosting activities."

Daren sat back and thought for a moment. "It is a shame, though."

"I guess," she was embarrassed again. "Look, I have a few copies of the recordings I've done myself. You can have one if you like."

His eyes lit up. "You would seriously give me a copy of your unpublished work?"

He was so incredibly different than he had been in school. He was genuine now, real. She smiled to herself. All his cockiness and arrogance seemed to be infused with a healthy dose of humor, and when it came to music he was so passionate, so pure. She could not believe she was sitting across from Draco Malfoy and actually enjoying herself, much less admiring him.

"Of course. I love your music. When you released your first album I was relieved that there were honest artists out there. To be perfectly honest, it was your work that put me at ease about disappearing." Why had she just told him that? She had decided as soon as she knew he was playing her venue not to tell him that.

It was his turn to be embarrassed. "Um, thanks."

"Look," she had already made a fool out of herself, she might as well go all the way, "if you like what you hear and you aren't opposed to performing something penned by someone else, feel free to use it, any of it." She was trying to disappear. She knew her face was bright red and she had tried desperately not to appear to hopeful, but she knew she had sounded like she was begging.

Daren, however, hardly noticed her discomfort. He was in shock. Artist Unknown had just given him rights to perform her music. "I…I don't know what to say. I'm sure I'll like it, but are you sure you want me to perform it?"

"There really isn't anyone else on the scene that I would trust with it."

He just nodded.

The finished their meals in silence, both unable to believe what had happened. When they finished they returned to the club and she led him back to the sound booth. She located two cds and handed them to Daren.

"Look, you have no idea what this means to me," he indicated the discs in his hand, "Any of your work I use will be credited to Artist Unknown."

She just nodded. Something really strange had happened to them over breakfast. As they had talked about their music a connection had been made that neither had even noticed until toward the end, and now that it was getting close to goodbye it was making itself known in a very awkward moment.

He swallowed. "We have to leave in a few hours if we're going to make our next booking. I'll call you to let you know what I think of these," again he indicated the discs, "if you'd like."

"Um, that would be nice. Here," she scribbled her number on a post-it note and handed it to him. "Thanks for breakfast."

"Thanks for saving my show, and for these, and for breakfast." He was examining his shoes.

"Look…"

"Hey…" they both started at the same time. She waved her hand in his direction, telling him to speak first.

"I don't suppose there's any way you'd leave this place to be my tech, would there?"

She swallowed hard. She forgot what she had been about to say and sat down. She brought her hand to her eyes and for some unknown reason felt like crying. She looked back up at him. "You have no idea who I am, do you?"

He was even more flustered than ever. "I'm sorry..."

"You aren't Draco Malfoy anymore; I can see that. You live as a muggle now, so obviously certain things about you have changed. I love your music; I love your performance; I even love your attitude. I want desperately to say yes and go on the road with you, to get to know you, to work with you, but do you really want me along? Do you really want to be stuck on a bus with me? Do you really want to work with me?" No matter how much he had changed, she couldn't bring herself to believe it. Yes, he was Daren Miles now, not Draco Malfoy. Yes, he lived with muggles as a muggle, so obviously his beliefs had changed. But could he ever really want to have anything to do with a Weasley, whatever their names had become?

"Why wouldn't I?" He saw something in her eyes, some pain, but he couldn't figure out where it was coming from. She knew who he was, but he still couldn't place her, what had he done to her in his old life?

"I'm a Weasley."

"Ginevra?" Well, everything made sense now, from her attitude before the concert to her reluctance to accept breakfast to this.

She nodded weakly.

"Did you mean it when you said you would come, even knowing who I once was?" He really wasn't the spoiled, arrogant, prejudiced boy Lucious had raised; he had grown up and become someone else entirely.

Again, she nodded weakly.

"Then believe me when I say that who you once were only increases my desire to work with you. Everytime I remember my school years I remember you. I remember how meek you were and how fiery you became. I remember things you said and things you did. I regret the way I treated you and your family and I wish that there was some way I could take it back. I wish there was some way I could get to know the girl I belatedly learned to respect. Please, I admire Artist Unknown, I respect Ginevra Weasley, and I need Jane West, please give me the opportunity to prove I'm Daren Miles."

She nodded for the third time and he smiled, full and beautiful.

"What do you need to do? I can give you our tour schedule and you can meet up with us as soon as possible..."

She shook her head this time. "I can summon everything I need from home and conjur anything else, that is, if you let me borrow your wand for a second. Everything else I can take care of with a letter to Mac. I can go with you today." He started laughing.

"You write that letter, I'll go inform the rest of the gang." He bent down and kissed her on the cheek. He paused halfway up as he was standing when he realized what he had done and looked into her shocked eyes. He gave a crooked grin before shrugging, standing the rest of the way, and leaving.

She reached for a piece of paper and a pen and wrote her letter.