Chapter 2:

"How dare he!" was the thought that circled through Ginny's mind several times over the next few days.

Though, of course, she had to admit, he was partially right. They were unhappy. She just wasn't sure if he was right about Harry being miserable. Was he miserable? Ginny wasn't sure.

Ginny soon became paranoid, positive that he was cheating on her. "Stop it Ginny! You're playing right into his hands!" she had to keep yelling at herself every time she thought that way.

A couple of weeks passed, and Ginny would only speak to Draco at meetings. Ginny soon forgot about her fears, and her and Harry actually had some days of happiness.

"Mrs. Potter, I think we should have dinner. To discuss business in a more relaxed environment." Mr. Jenkins recommended.

"I think that would be wonderful. When should we schedule it?"

"I was thinking Thursday night, around 8 o' clock?"

"Let me make sure I don't have plans." Ginny found her assistant. "Marla, is there anything I must do this Thursday around 8?"

Marla checked some papers. "No, Ma'am. You are completely free."

Ginny smiled. "Where there you have it. I will see you on Thursday at 8." Ginny shook his hand. "Where should we meet?"

"Meet me at Sego's, it's a little restaurant near Diagon Alley."

"Fabulous." With final shake of his hand she left him and Draco. Draco had not said a thing the whole entire meeting.

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"Where are you going?" Harry asked placidly.

"To dinner with Mr. Jenkins. We must discuss business."

"Where?"

"Some restaurant near Diagon. I'll see you when I get home." She leaned up and kissed his cheek.

"You look fantastic." He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her in for a full on kiss.

"Thanks." She looked down at her snow white, fitted, knee length shift, and blue, transparent Victorian inspired top, with sparkly heels. "I really like this outfit."

"I'd like you out of it." Harry whispered.

"Haha, very funny. I have to go."

"You can't be late?"

"No." She said forcefully, pushing him away. "I've got to go."

"'Bye." He already turned away to looking thorugh a quidittch book.

Ginny walked to the restaurant, finding it easily. When she asked the maitre d'ea where to find Mr. Jenkins he lead her to a table near the back of the restaurant- the best table in the restaurant. But, what she saw there was not who she expected. In Mr. Jenkins stead was none other then Draco Malfoy.

"What happened to Mr. Jenkins?" Ginny inquired, taking a seat across from him.

He acted as though he had not even seen her. "Malcolm? Oh, he couldn't make it."

"Is there something wrong?"

"I don't know, don't really care," he took a sip of his wine. "I took the liberty of ordering for you."

"What? Why do you think you can do that?"

"I do what I want. And, by the way, it took you long enough to get here."

"I got here at 8 exactly!"

"Not by my watch. He glanced at his watch which said it was quarter after 8. Ginny glanced at her watch. It too said quarter after. "Oh. Sorry."

"Don't make me wait again."

Ginny looked at him, annoyed. "You have some nerve."

"Really? That's nice."

Ginny didn't know how to handle him. "Malfoy, may I ask you something?"

He sat up and looked at her square in the eye. "Why not? Let's hear what the littlest Weasel has to ask me."

Ginny glared at him. "First off, you're quite rude. But, then again, you always have been. And my question is why did you come back to the UK?"

He leaned back, and laughed slightly. "Should've known you were going to ask that. Well, don't worry about it."

"I really would like to know. Can it really be that bad?"

"It's not, you just don't need to worry about it. Let me ask you something."

"Fine."

"Why do you stay with Potter when you so obviously dread every moment you have to spend with him?"

Ginny nearly spat out her water. When she had successfully swallowed her water she managed to sputter out a reply. "What makes you think I don't like being around him?"

"Because you don't. If anyone ever mentions him, you wince slightly. I've seen you two together, there's more love between flies."

Ginny tried to conceal her discomfort. "We love each other, that's all that matters. Sure we have some marital problems, but who doesn't? The reason I stay with him is because ..." She of course could not say the reason.

"Is he the love of your life?"

She hesitated. "Of...of course. Who else could I possibly be with?"

"That doesn't make someone the love of your life, that there isn't anyone else."

"Do you even believe in love?" she asked in disbelief. She couldn't believe that Draco, of all people, was correcting her about love.

"Yes. I'm not that cynical."

"I mean love past with yourself."

His eyes became icy. "I do believe in love. My parents had it."

Ginny remembered the shriek that came out of Narcissa Malfoy when she learned of her husband's death. Ginny never wanted to hear another thing like it.

"I apologize. I did not mean to be rude."

"Yes you did. It's in your blood to hate me."

"I don't hate you."

"How could you not?" He asked her rhetorically. "Your whole life you've only heard bad things about me. And now, I'm sure, your family and husband whisper in your ear not to trust me, that you must get out of working with me."

Ginny was shocked by his accuracy. She toyed with her napkin nervously. "You couldn't be more wrong. My family has more important things to worry about."

"Even your husband? Isn't that strange, he cares more about his life then his wife working with her ex- arch rival."

"Everyone understands that you've most likely matured over the past five years."

"I'm sure." He took another sip of wine. "The likelihood of that is about as likely as pigs flying, without magic. It just won't happen."

Ginny looked away, she knew it was true. "Well, maybe they don't trust you, but that still doesn't mean I hate you."

"Fine, you don't hate me. Then how do you feel about me?"

"I don't know. I work with you, that's kind of the end of it."

"There has to be something more then that."

Ginny shrugged. "There isn't."

He leaned back, and crossed his arms. "I don't believe you."

"Fine, don't believe me," she shrugged. "That doesn't make it not true."

The food came, it was two filet mignons. "Good choice." She muttered.

"I have impeccable taste."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I thought we were going to talk about business."

"Yes, Malcolm and I were thinking you could probably do the February issue on your and your husband's," he coughed. " Perfect, marriage."