Author's Note: I'm really feeling this story a lot right now and it's a good challenge because everything is written in Draco's point of view so I have to be careful not to go too out of character. I hope you review! :)

The firewhisky burns down my throat as I gulp down another glass of the amber liquid but I welcome the feeling. It makes me forget the other kinds of pain. I check my wristwatch and see that it's already ten minutes past eight. I'm late for picking up my date but that's alright. She'll forgive me as soon as I give her a smile and wrap my arm around her waist.

I arrive at my date's door and knock twice. She opens the door with a not-so-slight frown on her heavily made up face and I flash her one my smiles that I've tested and proven to melt the hearts of women of all ages. Her frown disappears and is replaced with a smile that she probably meant to be seductive but instead gave me the impression of something cheap. I don't know why I chose Pansy Parkinson as my date to the Ministry Ball tonight and then I remember it was my mother's wish although demand is the more correct term. I agreed. After all, I want to keep my life for as long as Ginny is alive.

Sudden thoughts of her don't surprise me anymore. In fact, thoughts of her are what keep my faith in her alive. I know that her heart and soul still belong to me even if she's given her body to the fucking-Boy-Who-Just-Won't-Die but no matter, she'll be mine again in no time even if she's being the stubborn and self-righteous witch she is.

"Sorry I'm late," I drawl. I might have forgotten the punctuality of a gentleman but I haven't forgotten my manners. She batted her eyelashes at me and I can't help but get a bit irritated.

"That's alright. As long as you make up for it," she said as she linked her arm in mine.

"We'll apparate, then," I said and rolled my eyes when she held on to me as if her life depended on it.

As the squeezing sensation began to wear off, we were greeted by the distant smooth sounds of a piano and the quiet chatter among the guests. I felt a tightening feeling in my gut as I realize that she would most definitely be there. It was one of the reasons I felt that I had to be there, perhaps the only reason no matter how I dreaded the event.

"Draco, let's go," said Pansy, a look of irritation passed her face as she saw that I was distracted. I ignored her tone and offered her my arm. I took a deep breath and walked towards the sophisticatedly designed doors which opened for us to reveal a massive ballroom. Heads turned to look and admire us and I acknowledged them with polite nods. The room swirled with colourful evening gowns and the huge chandelier added a delicate glow to the sparkling diamonds of the ladies present. The

I found myself unconsciously scanning the room for that familiar dark, auburn hair and pale face. My eyes roamed and rested on a pudgy face looking my way and smiling. Minister Fudge. He began approaching me and I could feel the dread start to rise in my chest. I grabbed two flutes of champagne that were floating in the air. I handed one to Pansy and downed half of the other as the minister arrived in front of me with his similarly stout wife close behind.

"Young Mr. Malfoy! Excellent that you could make it!" he exclaimed as he shook my hand.

I forced a smile and brought myself to answer. "Of course. Wouldn't miss it for anything." I turned to his wife and smiled, "You look stunning, Mrs Fudge," I say as I took her hand and kissed the back of it. She grinned at my gesture and a blush crept up to her cheeks. I see I haven't lost my charm.

"Oh yes, she's spent galleons on her robes! You know how the women are," said Fudge, chuckling. I smiled as I took another sip from my champagne.

"Ah there's Potter and the lovely Miss Weasley!" he suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the entrance of the ballroom. My chest constricted and my heart leapt at the mere sight of her. All heads were turned to the new arrivals and an excited chatter erupted throughout the room. There she was in all her glory; her dark evening gown clung to figure and her long, auburn hair cascaded down to her shoulders in curls. Her arm was delicately looped around Wonder Boy's and I couldn't help the jealousy that rushed through my system.

She smiled as the Minister approached them. I know that smile. It was the smile that she only gave to people she didn't like. Of course to any person, it would've looked sincere but I'm not any person. She never liked Fudge. She thought him unfair and selfish. I smile at the thought. I know her too well.

"Draco, dinner is about to begin," said Pansy, taking me away from my thoughts. I nodded and led her to one of the tables. I pulled out her chair out for her and settled down myself when she was seated. My eyes were fixed on that one woman and after that, I couldn't take in what was happening around me. I didn't hear a word Fudge said during his speech and fortunately, Pansy got tired of being ignored and turned to talk to the person beside her instead. I couldn't taste the food and I lost count of the glasses of champagne I've had. I could only see, hear and feel her. I could see her radiant face lighting up every time she smiled, I could hear her tinkling laugh and inside me, I could feel pain and anger.

How dare she be so happy? How could she even smile after what she did to me? I couldn't understand the feeling that overcame me at that moment. All I know is that I have to talk to her, I have to confront her.

My chance came when I saw her excuse herself and stand up. Potter stood up with her and for a moment I thought they were already leaving but Ginny gently urged him back into his seat. She elegantly strode across the room and I waited until she was finally outside the dining room before excusing myself from the table and standing up to follow her.

My heart was hammering against my chest as anticipation flooded my senses. I reached the lobby the lobby that led to the restrooms and stopped in my tracks as I saw her standing next to a table with her arms crossed. She was looking pointedly at me and I couldn't help but smirk at the anger that clouded her beautiful face.

"You'd have burned a hole right through me if stared at me like you did the whole evening," she says bitterly.

"So you noticed," I said smoothly, stepping towards her slowly.

"Who wouldn't with the way you were staring," she said incredulously. "Look, Malfoy, if you've got this whole plan in your mind of winning me back, you're out of luck."

"Oh don't worry, I don't," I said as I stopped. I'm inches from her body but she doesn't step back. All she has is that fire in her eyes. I wrap my arm around her waist and she lets out a gasp but that's all she does. She doesn't push me away as I pull her close.

"And why is that?" she whispers, her breath quickening at our closeness. I look deep in her eyes and smile.

"Because I've already won you back," I said and capture her red lips in a kiss. She was hesitant but it didn't take long for her to respond. I licked gently on her lower lip, asking for entrance and she grants it and I kiss her with all the intensity I could and I let all my pent up feelings out and take me over. She seemed to do the same as soon, her arms were around my neck and our bodies were moving against each other's. She moaned and suddenly, just like that, her eyes flew open and she pushed me away roughly.

She stood there, shock and guilt in her eyes and suddenly I'm flooded with the regret at making you feel this way but it had to happen somehow.

"I'm sorry, Ginny."

The words came out of my mouth before I even realized what I was saying. She looks into my eyes and sees something that must have been good for her expression softened as she let out a sigh. I realize that this could be my chance and I seized it.

"Give me a chance, Ginny," I said. I watch her carefully. "To prove to you that I'm the one for you."

Confusion clouds her expression for a moment and seconds turned to hours as a million thoughts ran through her mind. My heart leaped though, when I heard the words that poured out from your mouth.

"I'll give you one day, Draco, just one day," she said. "On one condition."

I raise an eyebrow, curious but out of elation, I agree anyway. "Anything, Gin."

She looks me straight in the eye and tells me directly. "No sex."

I look at her pointedly and I can't help but feel more than a little disappointed but I don't let it show. I smirk. One day is more than enough anyway.

"Saturday, 9 am," she says. "You know where to find me."

She walks away, leaving me there, smirking.

See? She's still mine.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling.