"Why don't we go out to dinner tonight?" Draco asked, as they walked past the carnival booths. Ginny noticed that they were walking close to each other. Her heart pounded when their shoulders brushed every so often.

She smiled. "Sure. I'd like that."

"I know of a good restaurant. You'll have to dress nice, though," he said.

She laughed. "Wait. You're telling me how to dress? Isn't that a little ironic?" He smiled at her and she may as well just melted there. He just looked so good, she thought.

At 8 o clock that night, Ginny came down the stairs to meet Draco in the living room. She was wearing a low-cut long black dress that revealed the soft curves of her body. Her long red hair was down and sat curled on her shoulders and back. "You look nice," he said taking her hand as she came down the stairs.

She smiled. "Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself." He was wearing dress robes and his shiny blond hair was slicked back. Ginny felt butterflies in her stomach when he took her hand. He took her to one of the nicest restaurants in London. People stared, and gawked at them from their tables. It was all attention that Ginny had grown accustomed to, but Draco was alarmed by it. There was a live band at the restaurant and the food was delicious. The chef came out to their table to greet them, or more particularly Ginny.

"I'm not used to all this publicity," Draco said as he poured the complimentary bottle of champagne from the chef into their two glasses. "Its fun."

She laughed. "Its not that great," she admitted. "Trust me."

"Would you like to dance with me?" Draco asked suddenly.

She smiled and nodded. "Sure." He took her hand and led her to the dance floor and they began to dance. "Draco Malfoy, you are just full of surprises aren't you? I didn't know you could dance!" she laughed.

"You don't know a lot of things about me, Miss Weasley," he said spinning her into a dip. She giggled.

Ginny couldn't sleep later that night. She got up and went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. She couldn't understand why she wasn't happier that Draco was leaving. It was what she had wanted all along, wasn't it? She went up the other staircase so she could pass by his room. The door was open and the light was on. She hadn;'t been in that area of the house since he moved in. She always seemed to avoid it. She leaned against the doorway and peered in. His suitcases were half-packed full of his belongings.

He was lying on his bed with the crossword puzzle from that morning which he didn't get to finish. He looked at her standing in the doorway. "Couldn't sleep?" he asked.

She shook her head and walked into his room and took a seat on his bed. He took the glass out of her hand and set it on the bedside table. She laid back and sighed. He looked over at her and ran a hand through her fiery red hair. She looked at him and bit her lip.

She opened her mouth to speak, but he put a hand to her lips. "Shhh…" he cooed. She smiled. He leaned in towards her and gave her a light kiss on the lips. She didn't pull away.

She woke up the next morning with a smile on her face. She looked next to her. Draco was still sleeping. She watched him for a while. She watched his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. He's so handsome, she thought. She grew tired of watching him sleep. She moved closer to him and gave him a small kiss on the lips. His eyes slowly opened. He groaned.

"Good morning," she sang to him.

"I'm tired," he grumbled as he shut his eyes.

"Its morning time," she called again into his ear. She kissed him again and again until he began to move closer to her and wrapped his arms around her. They kissed for a few moments longer. "We have to get up," she said.

"No, we don't," he said, with his eyes still closed.

"Yes we do," she laughed and gave him one last kiss before starting to get up. He pulled her back down on top of him.

"No we don't," he said rolling her over so he was on top of her.

She laughed. "Yes we do!" she cried, smiling. His eyes were open now, and he gazed into hers.

"Just a little bit longer, mummy," he said as he kissed her neck. She smiled, thinking this couldn't possibly get any better.

"Draco," she asked during dinner that night. They had spent the day together in bed, simply enjoying the each other's presence. He looked up, sensing something unfamiliar in her voice. She never called him Draco.

"Yeah," he asked as he put down his fork.

"What can you tell me about Harry Potter?"

He chewed his food slowly. He swallowed then took a gulp of water. "I don't know anything about him," he said quietly.

"Oh cut the crap," she said. "I know you do."

He sighed. "Harry Potter works for a highly top-secret branch. Nobody knows for sure what they do there except for those who work there."

"Is that all you know?" she asked. He didn't answer but took another bite of his food. "Is it?"

"Well, I don't know for sure, there was a rumor going around about him," he said. "They said that he was sent to St. Mungo's."

"What's wrong with him? Is he all right?" she asked, worried.

"I don't know. I don't even know if its true. I haven't seen him for a while, though," he responded quietly. "But whatever it is, its not good, because there's way to much mystery about it."

Ginny nodded. "Oh," she said. She felt kind of empty inside. She had always expected Harry Potter would barge into her house one day with his arms wide open and she would fall into them. But what did she expect now that Draco was here? Even though his job was up, he would stay with her, right?

"Are you all right?" Draco asked later that night as she lay next to him in bed.

"When you leave," she began, "what are you going to do next?"

He didn't respond at first. "I'll have to do whatever they tell me to, I guess."

"Draco, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked, abruptly.

She half-expected him to turn to her and give her a mischievous smile and start to kiss her, but he simply said, "No," in a quiet, uncomfortable voice.

"Will you come see me, after you leave?" was her next question.

Again, he hesitated for a moment before responding. And instead of responding, he moved in front of her staring into her eyes, then he leaned towards her and gave her a passionate kiss. She returned it and put her arms around his neck, running her hands through his hair.