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"GINNY! THIS is who you left me for?"

I looked up at Draco, fear, worry, and nervousness shining through, I'm sure. He smirked down at me, took my hand and squeezed it gently, giving me the courage to turn around and face Harry.

"Hello, Harry. How are you doing tonight?"

"YOU LEFT ME FOR DRACO FUCKING MALFOY???"

"Harry, there is no need to shout. I did not leave you for anyone. We broke up, and I proceeded to move on and see other people. I happen to like Draco quite a bit. If you would like to have a civil conversation with me, WITHOUT causing me physical harm, then we could set up a time. Other than that, I'm going to go now, and enjoy my evening." With that, I turned back around, took Draco's hand, and tugged him in the direction of the restaurant.

"GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY, YOU WILL NOT WALK AWAY FROM ME!" Harry shouted at my back.

"Go find Cho!" I threw back over my shoulder, keeping my back to him and smirking up at Draco.

"GINEVRA, THAT MAN IS NOT SAFE NOR IS HE GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!!!"

That was it. My anger flared into a roaring fire. I turned back around, bringing Draco to an abrupt start along with me.

"HARRY POTTER," I shouted. Then I stopped and took stock. Starting again in a quieter voice, I said, "Harry Potter, you cannot continue to tell me what is and isn't good for me. Draco has not slapped me. Draco has not hurt me. Draco has held me when I've cried. He is a better man than you will ever be, and he is better for me than you ever were. I suggest you go back to your hole and cry yourself to sleep before getting drunk and finding comfort in some other woman. Leave me alone and do not continue to try to contact me. Goodbye."

A tear escaped from my eye as I said this. Inside, I was wondering what had happened to the man Harry used to be, and where the good boy was. It had to be in there somewhere, but it was not my job to help him.

I felt a warm hand wipe the tear from my cheek, and an arm wrap around my waist to draw me close.

I looked up to see grey eyes, stormy with emotion, looking down at me. I smiled waveringly, wondering at the emotions flitting through his eyes.

"Ginny, this is why I called you Fire Goddess," he whispered to me before drawing me closer.

I responded by standing on tiptoe and kissing him on the cheek before snuggling into his warm, strong arms. I felt a thrill rush down my spine.

He broke away, smiled at me, took my arm and led me to the restaurant. I smiled at him in turn. The waitress led us to our seats, where Draco walked around to pull out my chair for me.

"Why, thank you kind sir," I said teasingly, glancing slyly up at him. He smirked in return.

"Your welcome, fair lady." He took his seat.

I glanced up from the menu at him. He was looking quite smug. He suddenly looked up at me, causing me to blush at being caught looking at him. He smirked again.

"What're you gonna get?" I asked to cover my blush. He smirked at me again.

"I was thinking pasta, perhaps angel hair, with pesto." He glanced at me.

"Mmmm, sounds good."

"What were you thinking?"

"Actually, I was thinking cheese ravioli." I grinned in anticipation.

"For once you aren't copying me."

"I never copy you!" I said in reply, shocked. Then I noticed that he was smirking AGAIN.

"Yes you have. You copied me the first night."

"I was in the restaurant FIRST!"

"Then you copied me in the café."

"You OFFERED!"

"Then you copied me with the chicken last night."

"We had DIFFERENT kinds of chicken!"

He simply smirked, before I felt a foot run up my calf. My face, I'm sure, became immediately as red as a tomato.

"I…I… d-didn't copy you. Ever." I said, stuttering a little because of the shivers running up and down my spine. I knew tonight was going to be a good night.

"Sure about that, Fire?"

"Yes, I'm quite sure." If he could be composed about this, then I certainly could. There was no way he was going to affect me like that without my response. There were two options here. Act like it wasn't affecting me at all, or try to get a rise out of him. Figuring that the latter would probably be harder (he had grown up wearing a cold mask on his face constantly), I decided to try option number one.

I proceeded to pick up my menu, glancing through it again, and deciding on a wine. I was completely ignoring the fact that his foot was still on my leg. Thank God we weren't near the window.

Draco simply smirked before motioning the waitress over.

"Are you ready to order?"

"Yes actually. Ginny, would you still like the ravioli?"

"Yes, I'll have the ravioli, please." I looked at the waitress as I finished my sentence, signifying that there was no need for Draco to repeat it.

"And for you, sir?"

"I'll have the angel hair pasta with pesto."

"To drink?"

"I'll have the white wine." I said.

"I'll have the same." Draco smirked at the waitress then at me, though I saw annoyance behind those hooded eyes. Point one for Ginny!

His ministrations on my foot suddenly became much more intense. Shit, this was going to be harder than I thought. I was practically stuttering in my thoughts, much less speaking? He knew what I was trying to do. Damnit.

"So, Ginny, how was your day?"

Now he was trying to get me to talk. Must not clear throat, must not stutter, must not must not, MUST NOT.

"Well, as you know, I spoke with Harry. And I visited your office. By the way, how was your meeting?"

He looked smug again at the mention of Harry, but sighed in response to my question.

"The sponsor wants our sales to go up even more, even though right now our business is booming. Of course, now that Potter's seen us, he'll probably stop buying brooms from us…" He mused.

Immediately, I was chagrined. My expression of guilt must have been evident on my face, because the infamous Malfoy smirk returned to his face.

"Draco, I'm sorry… Harry just frustrates me so much! I don't know what else to do except tell him off." I looked mournfully up at him.

"It's okay, Fire. He deserved what he got." He looked smug again and his voice had dropped when he spoke.

I mimicked his smirk at him. "I guess he did. Maybe I shouldn't have commended you so highly to him though…" I looked thoughtful as I tapped my chin.

The response was immediate. He stopped smirking, and annoyance flashed through his eyes. His foot stopped moving on my leg.

I sighed. "Oh well, what's been said has been said." I looked down at the table, keeping up the act of not caring about him.

Apparently, he saw through the act, because suddenly the smirk returned and his foot began moving with renewed vigor. Just then, our meals arrived, and I was able to keep my mind off of what he was doing and distract myself with food.

We both dug in, but somehow Draco was multi-talented, because his foot didn't stop. I was surprised at his coordination.

I smirked down at my plate. I was doing a pretty damn good job, all things considered.

"So, how's Hermione and Ron doing?"

I dropped my fork in shock.

"What?"

"How're – Hermione – and – Ron – doing?" He said slowly, looking at me as if I were a child.

This irritated me. I decided to tease him.

"Oh, you mean Weasel and Granger? They're good. Granger helped me find something to wear this afternoon." I smirked at him.

He looked at me, a mixture of shock, disbelief, and, was that, hurt?, flashing through his eyes.

I laughed out loud at his expression. His face cleared immediately.

"I was testing you. I was so shocked at you using their first names, I just couldn't resist."

"Well, that is how you pronounce it, right?"

I laughed again. "Yes, Draco, it is."

He smiled. His foot had stopped, thank God. His eyes softened.

"Ginny, thank you."

I looked at him, surprised.

"What for?"

"For giving me a chance," he said simply before returning to his food.

"Draco, thank you."

It was his turn to look surprised.

"What for?"

"For dealing with my tears." I smiled at him, the feelings I had for him shining through my eyes.

He smirked. "I'm a Malfoy. I know how to treat a lady."

"I don't know whether I should be pleased, or affronted at your smugness."

"Hey, I only speak the truth. That's all that ever comes from these lips."

"That is a lie, and you and I both know it."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really."

His eyes were glinting with humor.

"Ready to go?"

"What?" That wasn't what I was expecting.

"Ready – to go?" He was teasing me again.

"Yes – I – am." I grew up with 6 brothers. He didn't know who he was messing with.

He smirked at me, left money on the table, and stood. I followed suit and grabbed my coat from my chair.

He took my arm as we exited, running his hands lightly down my back in the process. I shivered again.

"Why Ginevra, are you cold?"

"No, Draco, I'm not. Are you?"

"Perhaps a tad." He was looking at me suggestively again.

"Oh really?" I said, not taking the bait.

"Yes, yes indeed."

"Did you want my coat?" I proffered it to him.

He scowled.

"No, I didn't want your coat."

"Well, what do you want to do about this chill you're feeling then?"

He looked down at me, glanced at his hand still on my arm, smirked, and the next thing I knew we were in my apartment with a loud crack.

The desire in his grey eyes as he looked at me was very evident.

Suddenly his lips were on mine, full of passion, desire, and promise. His arms snaked around me, and he pushed me back until I was up against the wall. I shivered and felt my knees start to give. He licked the bottom of my lip, causing me to gasp and giving him entrance to my mouth. He smirked into the kiss as his tongue began exploring. My knees completely buckled. Had he not been holding me up, I would have fallen. I felt like I was being torn in two with longing to have him closer to me.

I snaked my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, letting a moan escape. He smirked again, pressing himself against me.

I pushed away from the wall, taking him with me, and started walking forward, still attached to him, trying to find my bedroom. He suddenly lifted me as I put my legs around his waist and carried me to the door, opening it with a hand, and going towards the bed.

He gently laid me down, taking his lips off of mine and looking at me. I moaned in protestation and pulled him back down. He smirked before allowing me to kiss him. He laid down on top of me, pushing me farther onto the bed. His hands started to roam, as I raked mine up and down his spine. I felt him shiver in response and give a mixture between a grunt and a moan. I let my hands wander to the bottom of his shirt in the back, playing with the bare skin exposed between shirt and pants. He moaned and placed his hands on my hips. Breaking away, breathing hard, he looked at me with his eyes full of desire and some deeper feeling that I couldn't define. His eyes were stormy grey, pulling me into them. I waited for his next move.

He trailed a finger up my arm, following it with his eyes until it reached my neck. I shivered in anticipation. He smirked. Slowly, ever so slowly, he leaned down, placing a kiss on the hollow of my neck. Pulling back up, his finger went a little lower, edging toward my neckline. I couldn't handle it anymore. My hands were on his back and tugging his shirt over his head. He smirked as he let me. Then I flipped him over so that I was on top. I returned his smirk. He looked at me with surprise and admiration before his eyes darkened again.

Placing my palms flat on his abdomen, I applied a little pressure before raising them until only my nails were left lying gently on his stomach. Then I slowly raked them up his stomach, stopping at his shoulders with my arms fully extended, before I pulled them back down his stomach. I saw him struggle to control himself. His eyes got darker.

I raced one finger along the edge of his pants.

That was it, I had crossed a line. I saw his eyes go even darker, before he flipped me and placed a searing kiss on my lips. He then trailed kisses down my neck and up to my ear, nibbling gently, then letting his full weight drop onto me. His lips returned to mine, hot, sweet, sultry. I smiled and moaned.

The straps of my dress were coming off of my shoulders, and he pulled away to look at the skin admiringly. Then he trailed kisses from my shoulder up to my lips, licking again for entrance, which I willingly gave. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close, as he told me he wanted me through our kiss. I smiled against his lips. His skin was warm under my fingers, and I felt shivers go through him like they were going through me. The fire between us was not cooling off.

I felt his hand go to the zipper on the back of my dress. He pulled it down, lips still on mine. I let him get halfway before I pulled away, looking at him with uncertain eyes. He read the look, stopped with the zipper, and gave me a sweet kiss to reassure me. Then he got up and went to the restroom. I giggled. He looked back and smirked before closing the door.

Meanwhile, I changed into my pajamas. I wasn't letting him leave, but I just wasn't ready for the next step.

I sat on the bed and pulled the covers part way up. The door to the restroom opened and he came back out, still shirtless. I smiled at him and patted the spot next to me on the bed. He walked over and got under the covers, turning off the light he had turned on to find his way to the bathroom. His hand snaked up my leg, up my side, until it rested on my shoulder. I shivered and smiled at him.

I edged closer to him, settling into the warmth of his body. His arm rested across me, and I enjoyed the feeling of it draped on my side. I snuggled up to him and kissed him sweetly on the lips. It was nice to have his bare skin under my hand.

The morning promised to be sweet.

A/N I know I haven't updated in a while… I'm sorry! Here you go!