A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

"You do know whose girl that is, don't you?" She heard someone ask. She knew they were talking about her. This was Harry's bar, so of course they were talking about her, the one girl sitting alone at the bar wondering where exactly her husband currently was. Why she drank here was beyond her, other the fact Harry at least made sure she had free drinks. She didn't care that they were talking about her, that someone was asking about her, didn't say 'no' when a blond man walked over to her.

She'd seen him around, seen how he'd flashed his money. She knew who he was, who didn't? She also knew he owned several bars, knew he was her husband's business rival. Money mattered to her, much more than the publicity her own husband gave her. Harry had been a hero before opening a business. He should have stuck to being a hero. The only reason anyone even came here was in hopes of seeing him, of meeting him. She knew he'd show up and run the blond off with some stupid threat. For now, though, she allowed the stranger to take her in his arms and lead her to the dance floor.

She watched the lights spin as he twirled her, his hands around her waist. The fabric of her almost too short black dress hiked up a little giving him a lovely view of her legs. He pretended not to notice.

"I'm Draco."

"Ginny."

"I know who you are, they warned me about you, about who you're married to. You're Potter's girl."

"And? You asked me to dance anyway?"

"I'm not afraid of Potter." She snorted as a slower song started.

"You should be, you know that? He's got everyone in his pocket, he is a hero after all."

"He got lucky. I've met him before, Ginny. He was a pompous git then, and now... Now he's an even bigger pompous git who thinks he can put me out of business. He got one thing right though. You." She smiled as he pulled her closer, his lips touching her earlobe. "And now, he's going to find out what it's like to lose," he finished. She felt her cheeks flush, felt her heart pounding.

"You'd better go!" someone shouted. "Potter's coming this way!" Ginny felt Draco tense, but he didn't show any sign of caring. Instead, he twirled her faster, pulling her against his chest again. She looked up at him through her eyelashes. He smiled at her worried look.

"You're really going to take him on? Really going to stay and let him have you arrested or worse?" she asked in surprise. She knew he wouldn't stay, no one ever did. No one ever was able to stand up to Harry.

"Yes, yes I am. Are you even happy with him?" She didn't answer as the lights sparkled off his gold cufflinks. She'd grown up poor, grown up happyish, but still, the appeal of money, of wealth made her heart sing.

"I don't know. He takes care of me, when he's not playing the jealous husband stereotype," she replied as the song stopped and the pair found themselves facing Ginny's husband.

"Good evening, Harry," she commented giving him a look as if to say she had no interest in leaving Draco's arms.

"Ginny. Leave this to the men please." She actually snorted slowly pulling herself from Draco's arms. She hated when Harry treated her like she was nothing more than a prize. She was a person too and she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Harry glared at her and she slowly moved. She gave the blond one last look, desire burning in her eyes, before heading towards the bar where she'd been sitting.

"Potter."

"Malfoy. Why am I not surprised to find you here with my girl?"

"Because your servants told you I was here?" Draco asked boredly. He'd seen the man run off to tell Potter exactly who Ginny was dancing with.

"Ginny is mine, Malfoy."

"Really? Because the look she was giving me sure seems like she's much more interested in being with me, at least tonight."

"Ginny, go upstairs." Harry ordered. Ginny rolled her eyes sliding from the stool. She passed between the two men. Her fingers traced Harry's face while she looked at Draco. "Ginny."

"I'm going, Harry. Sheesh, can't a girl have a bit of fun? It's not like you were down here to keep me company anyway. What? Did you have another press release? Another idiot wanting to write a book about you?" she asked her tone showing she didn't actually care. "At least Draco has the ability to keep a lady company on a cold night," she added with a smirk before disappearing up a flight of stairs. Draco watched her leave and shook his head.

"You win tonight, Potter, but good luck keeping her. If I find her on my doorstep, or in any of my many establishments, all bets are off." Draco turned and swept from the room leaving Harry staring at the empty space where his rival, both business and personal, had been standing.