As they sat down Ginny noticed that there was a letter sitting on the seat between them. She picked it up, looked at it and opened it.

Ladies,

I hope that you are finding everything to your liking so far tonight. We will meet you at Lauren's at approximately 7:30. Our reservation is not until 8:00, but I assumed that some time might be needed to acquaint ourselves with one another. I look forward to seeing you there, and trust that your ride will be a comfortable one.

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy

Ginny looked at Hermione with wide eyes, "I think I love this man."

Hermione laughed at this. "Ginny, my dear, you are not in love with Draco Malfoy. You may well be at some time in the future, if he doesn't go ballistic at the knowledge of who you really are that is."

"True, true. But let's enjoy this night all the same." With this, Ginny and Hermione leaned back into their seats and sighed comfortably. The ride to the restaurant was uneventful and filled with silent trepidation. When the limousine finally stopped, their door was opened and a hand came through the door offering to help Ginny and Hermione out. They thanked the driver and walked through the doors of the restaurant. They were led into a room in the back. "Masters Malfoy and Zabini will be with you shortly." The girls looked at one another, ordered a drink from the bar in their room and sat down.

Zabini? This would prove to be very interesting indeed. Five minutes later, a door behind them opened and through it Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. Draco extended his arms to Ginny and kissed her on the cheek, and said "My dear, how wonderful to see you again, you look absolutely stunning." Blaise had sat down next to Hermione and had begun to make conversation with her. Draco turned toward Ginny and asked, "Now, do I get to know your name, or am I going to have to sit and guess all night?"

"I will tell you my name, but you must first know that I am not French, I am English. The accent was for fun, as I thought I would never see you again. I do that a lot here, and have become good enough that I could be French. But now that we are here, I shall tell you the truth. You already know me. My name is Ginevra Weasley, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Draco." Draco stared at her, trying to comprehend what she had just told him.

He blinked several times, and stuttered, "you are the Weaslette? You don't look anything like her though. I...that's...impossible. Why are you in France?" He asked, all rather quickly looking quite bewhildered and confused.

"Yes, I am the Weaslette. How kind of you to remind me," Ginny said, standing up. "I had thought that you might have changed, Hermione said only good things of you. But I see that she was misguided. I will be going now. Hermione, have a good time tonight, I'll see you at home." And with this Ginny turned and started to leave. She had made her way out of the room and had just left the building when she felt a hand on her arm. She stopped, took a deep breath, and turned around to face Draco Malfoy. "What do you want Ferret? Come to taunt me more?" She spat angrily.

"Ginny..." he began tentatively.

"No! I am not little Ginny Weasley any more Malfoy. Not that you ever bothered to notice me before. I'm sorry Malfoy, I will not sit here and be mocked by you," Ginny took another deep breath, looked up at Draco, and turned to leave. Malfoy's hand was still on her arm. She looked at him one more time, "would you let go of me please?"

Malfoy looked at her, almost pleading, "Please, Ginny..."

"If you must address me, call me Gin."

"Gin..." he began again. "Please don't go. I didn't mean to be spiteful, I was just surprised. You look so different. I suppose I never believe that the youngest Weasley would ever grow up. Last time I saw you, you were still under the shadow of your protective older brothers. So, looking at you, or noticing you was not an option unless I wanted to be disembowled. And, last time I looked at you, you couldn't hold your own against anyone, and now you've got me begging you to stay here with me. I will try to make everything right now. I hope I can show you that I have changed," he said, looking at her desperately.

She looked up at him, noticing for the first time how beautiful his silver-blue eyes were, and how much better he looked when he didn't gel his hair. "I'm sorry, my temper got the better of me. My temper really does match my hair. But, I will come back on conditions. First, no insulting my heritage or family, unless of course you are insulting Ron. But, you are only allowed to insult him in front of me, not around Hermione, I want her to have a good time tonight. Second, no money jokes. I have made myself fairly rich over the past year, and have done so of my own accord. Third, do not call me Weasley or Weaslette, and I will not call you Ferret or Malfoy. Fourth, I will leave if you break any of these. Sound fair?"

"Very. I have one question though. Why Ron? What did he do?" He asked, looking happier, and slightly curious.

"Well, you know that he and Hermione were engaged right?" Draco nodded slowly. "Well, he left her for someone else earlier today."

"That bastard! He'll regret it when he sees her though!" Draco said, laughing lightly. Ginny smiled.

"Yes, that was the idea. Let's go back inside, shall we?" She looked up at him, smiling again. She was slightly shocked when he smiled back, and it only made her happier. "You look good when you smile, you should do it more," she said softly.

"So do you," he replied, as she blushed lightly. He opened the door and noticed as she walked through that she had become one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She had grown to a perfect height, and had a figure to compliment it perfectly. The dress she was wearing fit her beautifully and complimented her complexion wonderfully. He smiled lightly, hoping that he could do away with the image she had of him. As they walked back into the room Hermione looked up quickly, and upon seeing Gin, smiled. And with this, Blaise stood up and said, "our table is ready." He offered his arm to Hermione and they followed the waiter to their table. Draco offered his arm to Gin and they followed as well. Gin turned to Draco and whispered in his ear,

"They look good together, Blaise and Hermione. Honestly, if he were taller, I'd be jealous of Hermione," Draco nodded, looking slightly put out. "What?" Gin asked, looking at his face.

"Are you jealous of her?" He asked, looking slightly scared.

"Of course not! I like where I am right now," she assured him. She was amused at the way the color had left his face when she said that. Draco Malfoy, jealous. Things were getting interesting indeed. They sat down at the table. As they recounted their doings over the past year, Gin noticed just how much she was coming to like these two Slytherins. The night was beautiful, and wonderful. Lauren was all that Gin had expected it to be. And she found herself wishing, at the end of the night, that it could have gone on longer. But, she and Hermione had things to do the next day, and so, as midnight came, they decided to call it a night. Draco and Blaise said goodnight, and the two girls made their way home for the night.

When they got home, they showered and laid down to go to sleep. Gin's head was filled with thoughts of Draco. She smiled, sighed in content, and closed her eyes.

Draco

As the two girls left in the limo, Draco turned to his best friend, "So, what do you think? Are we good enough for them?"

"Probably not," Blaise admitted, shaking his head. "But that won't stop me from trying." Draco laughed at this, and the two friends walked back to their hotel talking about the night and the girls they had spent it with.