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Chapter 3 - Part One

Ron Weasley sat at the kitchen table of the Burrow, across from Luna Lovegood in silence. Luna on the other hand was chattering incessantly about her father's latest article in The Quibbler. She was so involved in her conversation that she didn't even notice that the man across from her had a glazed look, and for lack of a better phrase, was completely ignoring her.

His head was propped on his hand and he'd begun to daydream about another witch, the one who his heart was truly given too: Hermione Granger. (Yeah, that's right; he was sitting with his girlfriend of six months and thinking about another witch that he hadn't seen in two years.) He was remembering the night she had told them she was leaving; she might as well have ripped his heart out, because unknowingly she had taken it with her. He was beginning to drift off into a real dream about her when he was jarred back into reality.

"Wake up Ronnikins," Fred Weasley's voice sang out as he walked into the kitchen and sat down by his youngest brother. Ron started and cursed loudly, earning a startled look from Luna and grins from the twins. "You'll notice all this light brother dear, its called day" George added, sitting down on his other side. "We don't sleep until it gets dark, we call that night."

Luna was obviously oblivious to what the twins had just said because she reached over and patted Ron's hand. "I know that the Ministry's treatment of the Bubble-Blowing Plow-Nose is cruel, but cursing won't help. Now if you really want to help you can give my father your point of view─ well I never!" Fred and George had both burst out laughing and Ron had groaned, letting his head fall to the table.

During this the front door had opened and the youngest Weasley had walked in, completely unnoticed by any of her brothers or Luna. Ginny stepped into the house and leaned against the door frame, looking a little dazed. She let the door close behind her and it rattled, making the three men look her way. Luna had begun talking about The Quibbler again and didn't even realize Ginny had entered.

"You've been out again," Fred observed.

"With the ferret," George added frowning. She nodded, looking at them defiantly.

"I have, not that it's any of your business, and I've told you I don't care what you think about it?"

"Yes," they said together.

"Well in that case, yes I've been out and had a simply amazing night. We went to a musical."

"In that dress," they said together. She sighed and ran a manicured hand through her auburn hair. 'Here we go,' she thought helplessly. 'Better to get it over with or they'll talk to Mum.'

"That dress show's all too much skin," Fred snapped walking over. "Take the cloak off and let me see how much I really disapprove. She sighed and removed a plum velvet cloak, revealing a dark plum evening gown, which sparkled in the light. It fit her slender form well and it was a little low cut.

"Well, at least it isn't strapless," George said dryly. "But those are spaghetti straps." Fred nodded in agreement. "We must be thankful that it's floor length though," George said, handing her the cloak again. "Just go change before Mum gets home or Ron notices." Ginny smiled at them. "Thanks, you guys are my favorite."

"We know," the replied together.

She almost ran up the stairs until she reached the door to her room, opening it and locking it behind her. Ginny threw her purse into a chair as she slipped off her shoes, and went over to her bed, letting herself fall onto it. She'd had a wonderful time with Draco. Although Draco Malfoy was no Harry Potter he would have to do. Harry had made his decision to leave, so why did Ginny have to put her life on hold.

He'd refused to tell her where they were going the day before, only to meet him at Malfoy Manor at nine that night. She had begged and pleaded only to get a smirk and a kiss.

So she had Apparated to Malfoy Manor at exactly nine and he'd met her at the door. She had shown up with her auburn hair in curls arranged atop her head with her make-up matching perfectly and a little nervous. Ginny always tended to be a little nervous when she went out with Draco. He was from a different class than her, and she worried that she would dress or do something wrong.

"How can I Apparate there if I don't know where there is," she had asked, reaching for his hand. He had brought her hand to his lips and kissed it before smirking at her. "Side-long Apparition my love." She had sighed good naturedly as the reached the Apparition point and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Moments later they had appeared in front of a magnificent building which had left Ginny in awe. She had looked around then noticed they weren't in England anymore. "Draco," she asked breathlessly, "Are we in Italy?" He had laughed, and nodded.

"Yes Gin, Venice Italy. We're going to see Phantom of the Opera in Italian, it's amazing."

"Oh Draco, this is wonderful," sighed Ginny.

"Not as wonderful as you." He put his arms around her and pulled her closer to him, looking deep into her eyes. "Draco, you're so sweet. I never dreamed you would do something so special for me."

After these words left Ginny's lips she pushed herself up onto her tiptoes and kissed Draco. Although she enjoyed going out with him she couldn't help but want to be in Harry's arms, kissing him instead. Draco was a wonderful kisser and a great guy to be with, but when she was around Harry she felt safe and secure. His lips were soft but tense and full of passion, his kisses left her stunned and made her feel so different. Each and every time she kissed Harry she knew he loved her. She pulled away from the kiss and Draco led her into the opera house.

A few hours later they walked out into the night. "Draco that was fantastic," Ginny said as they walked down the stairs in front of the Opera House. "Simply beautiful." He smiled. "I'm glad you liked it Gin." She spun around, her cloak flying in the wind.

"I didn't like it, I loved it."

She began pulling pins out of her hair. She sighed as it fell down to caress her shoulders. "That's better," she sighed, running her hands through it happily. She heard Draco laugh and turned to look at him as she took off her heeled sandals. "What is so funny," she asked him, eyes sparkling. "Nothing love, nothing," he answered smirking.

She stood in front of him bare foot with her long dress being blown back by the wind, cloak and hair flying. She smiled at him; he had a touch of elegance about him that Harry hadn't had. He stood there looking at her with his black cloak blowing and the wind trying to pull his hair out of the black ribbon that held it.

He wasn't Harry but as she couldn't have Harry there was no one else she'd rather be with. They stood there for a minute just looking at each other then Ginny was in his arms, shoes forgotten. He looked down at her, silver eyes soft. He loved spending time with Ginny. They never failed to have a good time together. She smiled up at him and he pulled her closer as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

She could feel his heartbeat against her chest as he leaned to kiss her. She lifted her face and their lips met. She ran her hands through his hair, helping the wind complete the job of freeing the long blonde locks. A few moments later he pulled back, leaving her a little breathless. She laid her head on his shoulder, her knees still feeling weak, her heart still fluttering and smiled.

He was a good kisser, she melted under his touch, but he was different than Harry. Harry's kisses had been fierce and full of passion while Draco's were gentle. Everything about him was sophisticated and though he left her breathless she knew he didn't love her. She had been completely sure that Harry Potter loved her, completely at ease with him. With Draco she wasn't as comfortable; they came from two different worlds. She cared for him deeply, as he did her, but it wasn't love. She had loved Harry; with him she was never afraid she was going to pick up the wrong fork.

She remember Draco finally telling her they needed to go, he had more plans for them. Ginny sighed as she remembered. Her night with him had been lovely, unforgettable, so why was she suddenly thinking of Harry?

That's it for now; the rest of chappie 3 will be here soon, as in hopefully tomorrow. It's late so try to look over any mistakes I might have made while typing all right? Keep reviewing! Luv – The Twins