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Chapter 5

Ginny and Draco sat in the living room silently that night. It was one of those few moments of peace that they seldom had since they were usually always fighting. One time, Ginny was taking a shower (thank Merlin that Ginny closed the smoked doors of the shower) and Draco came in to pee and he got hot water sprayed all over him because he didn't knock. He explained that he couldn't hold it in any longer and then to add to Ginny's annoyance, he flushed the freaking toilet, causing the shower to deposit little water. Then once during dinner, Ginny added too much hot sauce onto Draco's pizza that caused him to somewhat spasm and she got the silent treatment from him. Not that she didn't mind but she just couldn't help yelling at him when she asked him to do laundry and he added the whites to the colored. And their screaming at each other usually led them to hexing each other with minor spells, most commonly the silencing charm.

But tonight, it seemed they decided to give it a rest. Draco was engrossed in yet another book and Ginny was re-reading an issue of Witch's Weekly.

"Grey, let's go out," she suggested, rolling onto her back.

Draco looked up from his book and cocked an eyebrow. They were used to the nicknames now. "Where to?"

"I've got a place in mind. Quick, get dressed." She got off the couch and walked to her room where she opened her closet. She took out a green off-shoulder; empire cut blouse and a pair of jeans. She slipped them on, put a little make-up and brushed her hair before moving into the living room. She sat down on the couch, zipping up her boots and as she did so, she yelled out to Draco, "Are you ready yet?"

Draco came out of the bathroom, dressed in muggle clothes as well. Ginny stood up and walked to him. He smelled of something musky and vanilla-y, something that Ginny was by now, used to smelling.

"Let's go then. We haven't got all night," she said as he side-along apparated Draco.

They landed on a dingy, narrow alley surrounded by brick buildings. The night was dark, cold and silent and it seemed that there was no sign of life in that place. A shiver went up Draco's spine.

"Where are we, Red?" Draco asked.

"You'll see," she simply said as she began walking through the alley. Draco followed suit as she turned left and walked straight ahead until they got to a dead end. Ginny walked to the brick wall and whispered, "Scarlet Lioness," and to Draco's surprise, a circular part of the brick wall vanished into thin air, revealing an entrance to yet another dimly lit passageway.

They both entered the passageway and walked until they came to an end of a staircase where they could hear conversation being drowned out by the loud music that was playing. They climbed the staircase and Ginny walked into the pub. It was obvious that she had been here many times before for there were many people greeting her and smiling at her. She smiled back.

Draco took in his surroundings and realized he was on the second story of the pub. He leaned on the edge of a railing and saw the crowded dance-floor below him. He looked around and saw a plush bar and a lounge where many of the customers sat, sipping cocktail drinks. The walls were painted red and gold which reminded him a lot of Gryffindor house and the lights were dim. He was amazed that Ginny knew of this place. He realized he really knew little about her.

"Firewhisky?" Ginny asked as she came up to him, holding two tall glasses of firewhisky. She sipped from one and offered him the other. Draco took it and took a swig.

"How did you come to know of this place?" Draco asked.

"I own it," Ginny said, abruptly. Draco snorted.

"Right and I own the ministry," He said. Ginny smiled and gave a little laugh which caused Draco to look at her. There was something that he liked about that laugh.

"You really don't believe me, do you?" she asked, a playful gleam shone in her eyes. Draco thought her really cute that moment.

"No… so why don't you just tell me what else you own?" he said. He was confused whether to believe her or not.

"Just this pub," she shrugged. "I was tired of the Three Broomsticks and the Leaky Cauldron so I built this."

Draco blinked. "Are you serious, Red?"

Ginny threw her head back laughing. This made him only more confused. "Yes I am serious. Isn't it obvious? Look around; Gryffindor colours, Scarlet Lioness."

He regarded her for a minute but wasn't convinced that Ginny really owned this pub. There could be other gryffindors who could possibly be the real owner of this pub. As if to confirm his thoughts, a man walked up to them.

"Miss Ginny! Decided to check up on the pub tonight? Business is booming, madam!" He exclaimed. Draco blinked again.

"That's great, Ely. Owl me the month's reports soon, will you?" she said.

"Sure thing," he said. His eyes shifted to Draco, then to Ginny again. "I see you've got a companion this time."

"Yes. This is Dra-"

"Oh I know him, Miss Ginny," he said as he gave her a suggestive smile. "Well then, have fun!" he exclaimed as he gave Draco a nod and he stalked away.

Ginny laughed again and raised an eyebrow and gave him a smile that said 'See?' The look on her face was so cute that Draco smiled; really smiled, like he hadn't done in a long time.

Ginny drained her firewhisky in one gulp and said, "Come on, let's dance!" Before he could protest, she took his empty glass and laid it on a nearby table and pulled him down the stairs to the dance floor.

Ginny started moving to the music, her hips swaying leaving Draco tantalized. Ginny noticed this and said, "Oh come on, don't tell me Slytherin's heir can't dance!"

This triggered Draco to move as he watched Ginny dance and soon they were dancing in tune together and to the music. Draco pulled her closer by the waist, wanting to make contact and Ginny wrapped an arm around his neck and her free hand rubbed across his chest. They were close enough to feel each others' uneven, short breaths and Draco moved his mouth to her ear, blowing gently and sending shivers up and down Ginny's spine, fiery energy coursing through their veins. He tightened his hold on her waist and pressed his body against hers and Ginny twined her fingers in his hair, eyes closed. Draco breathed onto her neck; she smelled of roses and honey and he wanted to kiss her pretty neck right then and there but he did all he could to resist. Ginny felt exhilarated for the first time in many months as she danced with Draco. She opened her eyes and saw two silver grey eyes staring back into hers. She shuddered and realized how close they were. She pulled away, never breaking their gaze.

"I'm sorry, Red," Draco said. He was afraid that he might have gone too far and Ginny saw this in his eyes.

"For what?" She grinned and Draco sighed in relief. "You're a great dancer."

They walked out of the pub soon after that, walking down the dingy, rain-slicked alley. They decided to walk off the slight dizziness from their drinks back at the pub and both were silent.

"Draco, walk quickly and stay close," she said abruptly, making Draco confused. He didn't take her orders. "Draco, I said walk quickly and stay close," she hissed without looking at him. He immediately walked closer to her and tried to keep up with her pace. All of a sudden, she turned around, blazing red hair whipping, to face a hooded man, both their wands out and pointed at each other but before she could mutter a binding spell, the man cast her wand away from her and quickly disapparated with a loud pop into thin air.

Ginny stood still, registering what had just happened. She had caught a glimpse of the stranger's eyes and she knew she'd seen them somewhere before.

Draco shivered, not just because of the cold. There must really be dark wizards out there to hunt him and it sunk into him that his life could possibly really be in danger. He turned to Ginny. "Are you alright, Red?"

"Yes. I just wish I didn't let him escape," she said.

"How did you know someone was following us?" he asked.

"He's been following us since we visited Diagon Alley. We need to get home now," she said as she immediately apparated both of them home. Once at home, Draco helped Ginny re-strengthen the wards around her apartment.