A/N: Well another one is finished this one took a little longer because I'm not good with romance scene but hey I tried. Please R&R.
After a while of angry stomping, Draco had finally stopped and had asked her gruffly where she would like to go. She wondered as she stared at him, should she be mean or should she be nice? She grinned as she decided for the latter remembering what Hermione had said.
"There is this really great Muggle restaurant not far from here." She suggested looking at him innocently.
He frowned. A Muggle restaurant? What was she thinking? But she was the lady and they were the one's to decide unfortunately. "Alright, shall we go?" He asked in a very gentleman tone offering his arm.
Ginny eyed him with curiosity. She hadn't known Malfoy's could sound so nice. It was rather scary to think about it. "Yes." She gave him a soft sweet smile that could've even made even the hardest of hearts melt.
He quickly glanced away not wanting to be caught in what he thought of now as her web. Damn this curse, when this thing was done he was going on vacation away from all of this.
"Well, where is it?' He questioned irritatingly.
Ginny glared. "If you're thinking of apparating we can't all the streets will be full with Muggles." She started to walk away, Draco strutting not that far behind annoyed she hadn't mentioned where she was going.
"Then how are we going to get there?" Draco growled, hoping she didn't request that they walk there. He detested walking unless it was completely unavoidable.
"A taxi of course." Ginny rolled her eyes and put her hand out to flag one down. Her apartment being only a little ways away from the Muggle community was a bonus sometimes.
"A what?" He looked at her as if she were going insane.
Ginny turned to him exasperated. "A taxi, honestly didn't you take Muggle studies back at Hogwarts?"
He frowned again and watched as a car flew over to the side of the curb. "I never felt the need to know this kind of stuff." He mumbled complaining then watched her as he asked, "Is this piece of metal safe?" He kicked one of the tires unsure.
Ginny giggled and grabbed his arm steering him away from the wheel to the passenger's seats. "Don't kick things that don't belong to you." She said sternly repeating something Mrs. Weasley had told the boys all the time.
"You sound like my mother." He stared at the Muggle inside the car. "Well you first." Draco smirked and pointed to the cab.
She sighed and sat down and scooted over so Draco could take the seat beside her.
After telling the Muggle which restaurant they wanted, he pulled away from the curb and into the busy traffic.
Ginny saw Draco's hand hanging tightly onto the handle; it was a ghost white he was hanging on so hard. She pursed her lips together and pried his hands away from the door and after patting them she set them in his lap.
"You're not going to die." She laughed. "Muggles travel this way all the time."
"Easy for you too say." He muttered back.
Draco sucked in a breath when he saw another muggle car heading straight for them. "Are you blind!" He yelled at the Muggle taxi driver. "You're going to get us killed and that is not on my list to do this month!"
"Sorry." The muggle uttered and swerved back into his own lane.
"Sorry my ass. You need to get bloody glasses or something." Draco said through clenched teeth.
Ginny suppressed a grin, this was the Draco Malfoy she remembered, but her thoughts were pulled away as she felt the car move abruptly to the right, it was lucky she had been wearing her seatbelt or she would've been sent flying into the side door.
Draco who of course didn't have any idea what a seatbelt was or what one was used for hadn't bothered with it and found himself flung into Ginny's lap on the other side of the car. He resisted the urge to use his hands to feel the material of her dress.
"Do you mind?" Ginny asked coldly staring down at him.
"Actually..." He stopped himself and just grinned at her as he pushed himself into an upright position.
"Here you are." The Muggle announced and put his hand out in front of them waiting for money.
Draco sneered at him. "What do you want?" He asked giving him his most calculating of glares.
"Taxi fair." He mumbled and kept his hand out.
Draco laughed dryly. "Oh hell no. Not after you almost tried to kill us." He shoved the man's hand away. "The person who gave you a license must have been from an insane asylum. There is no bloody way I am paying you for that terrible ride." He crossed his arms in front of him waiting for a bout.
The man just shrugged and turned around waiting for them to get out so he could continue on his way.
He looked at the man suspiciously but got out of the car all the same.
He helped Ginny out of the car. "Lets pretend none of this happened shall we?"
She nodded and they made there way up the steps to the restaurant.
As soon as they stepped inside there were seated immediately, which suited Draco glad that even a Muggle restaurant has some priorities. After being handed their menus they both focused their attention on the fine print in front of them.
The silence fell upon them as they both fought for what to say.
What now? Draco's mind pondered as he stared intently at the refreshment section trying to keep his eyes off of Ginny and that little red number she was wearing. What am I suppose to say? He sighed and fiddled with the edge of the table. He was embarrassed never in all of his life had he been afraid to talk to a woman.
Ginny busied herself with folding her napkin in her lap, fighting not to notice the fact that Draco kept stealing glances. Suddenly her nervous she wondered if it was a good thing or not.
When their waiter approached the table, Draco studied the Muggle with disgust. "What would you like to drink?" He asked in a pleasant tone ignoring Draco's obvious glare.
Draco turned back to the menu and replied, "White Zinfandel."
"Good choice sir." The waiter commented earning another glare from Draco clearly stating that he had not asked for his opinion.
While the waiter walked away Draco looked at Ginny only to see her staring back at him. He cleared his throat and once again thought about what to say. What does one say to a Weasley on a date?
"So what do you want with me?" She questioned in a business like tone breaking the silence that had been bestowed on them since they had arrived.
"What are you talking about Weas..." He paused catching his mistake mid-sentence. "Ginny" He finished and glowered at his silverware in front of his just so he wouldn't have to meet her angry gaze.
"I think you know exactly what I mean." Her voice was rising. "What in the bloody hell are you gaining from this Malfoy?"
Draco didn't miss the hint of bitterness and if he had heard right, and he was sure he had, there was also a hint of hurt mixed in with it. He felt a pang of guilt wash over him and it annoyed him. "I would prefer it if you called me Draco and you might want to calm down before you cause a scene." He shuttered recollecting how many times Pansy had made a scene. He defiantly did not want to experience that again.
"Fine." She lowered her tone when she did indeed see people staring at them. "What's in this for you Draco." She inquired putting an emphasis on his name.
"What makes you think I'm getting something out of this?" He responded folding his hands in front of him and finally gazing at her eye to eye.
"Because I know you." She huffed feeling the anger swell up inside afraid that it would burst at any given moment.
"Oh really?" Draco asked feeling his own fury being to simmer within him.
"Yes, I know your kind. You're only out for yourself not caring whether or not someone else's emotions might be involved. It doesn't matter as long as you achieve what you had set out to do." She spat, picking up her glass of water to sip.
He, after seeing the pained expression she tried to hide, felt another pang of guilt course through him. "What makes you think I haven't changed?"
She put her finger to her chin to look as though she were deep in thought. "The dress shop, the ball, Diagon Alley." She said sardonically. "And the many of other encounters we had before those.
Knowing she was right, he had to change the game before he screwed everything up. "And I was with Pansy all those times, how do you know I wasn't doing it just for her benefit?"
Ginny eyes widened at the name. How could she have forgotten he was dating Pansy Parkinson? "Does she know about this?" She asked brushing aside his question with her own.
"It's none of her business." He glared as the Muggle waiter returned showing him a bottle of white wine. "Whatever, I'll pour it just set it down on the table." He said with impatience.
"And what would you like to eat?" He asked the couple completely unaffected by Draco's attitude.
Draco in turn glanced at the menu quickly once more and muttered what he wanted.
The waiter then looked at Ginny expectantly. She told him what she wanted and then leaned on the table towards Draco. "Why not?" She asked continuing there conversation as if the waiter had never broken it.
Draco poured the wine into the two glasses that had been laid out on the table and handed Ginny hers. "Because I broke up with her a week ago." He answered sounding rather cheerful and tasted the wine then nodded to himself enjoying the way it felt on his tongue.
"Why?" She asked astonished then realizing she might be over stepping boundaries covered her mouth with her hands.
"Because she was an annoying little prat who got on my nerves and all she wanted to do was go shopping." He said looking at her as if the answer had been obvious.
"Oh." Was all she said and they continued the rest of dinner in quiet.
(Scene change)
They decided to walk to Ginny's apartment, Draco hadn't been sure he could handle another Muggle ride.
He was keeping a bit of a distance not daring to touch her in that dress afraid he'll crave more.
She saw the conflicting expressions and had to keep herself from laughing.
She had to admit she was having a good time even though they hadn't really talked since their argument at the restaurant. It was just nice to be out with someone other then family, Harry, or Hermione.
She hadn't even realized they had reached her door until Draco grabbed her hand to stop her from walking. She blushed when she saw if she had continued, she probably would've ran straight into the door, which would've looked intelligent.
Draco seeing the color rise within her cheeks grinned. He advanced toward her causing her to bump against the side of the building. She was looking around for a way to escape, apparently she didn't like to be trapped, that could be interesting. He mused and tucked that information away for a later date.
Why was he doing this to her? She wondered reaching for her apartment door frantically.
"Something frighten you?" He smirked and used his body to press hers to the wall.
"No!" Ginny replied forcefully trying to slide down away from him.
"Then why are you running?" She shuttered when she felt his warm breath brush against her ear.
"I'm not!" She denied then growled when she realized she was giving him the upper hand, remembering why she had worn this seductive dress in the first place, decided it was time to listen to Hermione's words and turn the table in her favor. What she would get out of it, she didn't know but hopefully she would see Draco Malfoy squirm.
He noticed the light that suddenly lit up in her eyes and looked at her with curiosity.
She pushed her body on his allowing him to finally get a feel of the satin dress and to feel all of her sinuous curves.
He backed up a little and tried to shake the feeling of how her warm generous body felt against his. He was suppose to be seducing her not the other way around.
Ginny noted the slight moment of loss and confusion on his face, using it she pulled out her keys and opened her apartment door.
She stood in the doorframe for a second then making up her mind and just to prove she could do it, marched up to Draco grabbed him by his collar and yanked him down to her planting her lips on his.
Draco began to fall into the kiss but before he could react, Ginny broke it and strolled into her apartment and slammed the door.
He blinked at the closed door. He took out his wand as he felt his temper rise. She didn't even say goodnight, he thought bitterly then disappeared out of sight.
Ginny meanwhile was catching her breath leaning on the back of her door uncertain of what had gotten into her.