Draco had not seen Ginny Weasley in years, though he had to admit she had crossed his mind on occasion. She was an interesting girl, one who had always peaked his curiosity, and he had begun associating many random things with her. Bumblebees and Quidditch and quills that had been chewed on had always brought the redhead to his mind. He had not expected to see her again, however. Ginny had simply been a girl he had known while in school, nothing more.
But when he did see her again, she took his breath away.
He had been attending a Ministry event. Officially, his date was Blaise. He had decided that he needed to take a break from women who were only after his money and the prosperity of the Malfoy name. When they had arrived, though, Blaise had ditched him for the first thing in a dress. With a roll of his eyes, Draco had resigned himself to skulk in the shadows as he sipped his champagne.
Then he saw her. She had her arm laced through her father's and wore a gold dress that hugged her slender frame; her red curls had been pinned up. He choked on his drink and his eyes grew wide. The littlest Weasley had surely grown into something much different from the pretty and awkward girl that she had once been. Her father gave her a chaste kiss on the forehead before leaving her.
"She grew up, didn't she?" said a voice to Draco's left.
The blond smirked at Blaise before downing the remainder of his drink. "Mine," he stated before leaving his friend chuckling in the background.
Draco offered his hand. "May I have this dance?"
She took his it, giggling as he whirled her away into a waltz. Ginny mimicked his practiced footwork as best she could but failed. Draco inadvertently trampled on her foot and she cried out in pain.
Draco assisted her to a chair and knelt before her, removing her shoe to survey the damage. "Only a scratch." He winked before leaning in, kissing the point of injury tenderly.
The redhead laughed out loud. "You're supposed to kiss my lips, silly!" Without giving him the chance, she leaned forward and placed a soft, lingering kiss on his lips. After barely pulling back, she whispered, "Better than a dance, right?"
He brought his lips back to hers in response.