Authors Note: This chapter contains mature content.

5: Dinner

Ginny stood over her bed in her lace undergarments and wondered. Was she insane? Today was her date with Draco Malfoy. He had specifically said date during closing after she spent the whole afternoon emailing the mass amount of people who had decided it was their business what she did. Ginny frowned.

And here she was, standing half naked over piles of clothes that she had tried on, rejected and tried on again.

"You're being ridiculous." Ginny muttered to herself and picked up the black dress she had just discarded. It was a pretty dress, with lace across the bust and an empire waist. The material that floated down was silky and very light, and the hem ended an inch above her knees. Ginny slid on the dress again, surprised by how comfortable she felt in it. The lace bust hugged her breasts just right, the wispy material brushed across her legs and stomach softly. Ginny decided on the dress and slid into a pair of back pumps with satin ribbons that crisscrossed up her calf and stopped midway and tied into a bow at the back. Ginny studied her reflection for a second and pulled her bright red hair loose and added black earrings. When Ginny glanced at the clock, she started. It was seven fifty five. She felt her stomach churning with apprehension. With any other man, she'd known what to expect, but this was Draco Malfoy. The only man who had ever managed to confuse her in so many levels, it was infuriating.

She tied the bows behind her legs and looked into her full-length mirror to gage the effect. Ginny was rather surprised when she liked it. She pulled her long hair into a bun with several stick straight strands of hair falling out and outlined her eyes with black kohl.

She sucked in a sharp breath and let it out loudly when the bells rang, indicating that there was someone outside her door. Ginny grabbed her long, black vinyl coat and stuffed her keys in her pockets and tried not to run to the door and wrench it open. And smile like an idiot at his silver eyes.

Instead she slid the door open and flushed bright red when his eyes widened. She could almost see him undressing her with his eyes as his gaze smoldered at her body. She mustered a polite smile, and it faltered when his gaze reached her eyes. She was stunned by the desire – no, the need, she saw in them. Feeling her stomach implode with butterflies and her knees weaken she stepped forward and shut the door behind her.

"Hi." She stuttered.

He cleared his throat. "Good evening. You look…" good enough to eat "…radiant." Draco finished. He'd never noticed how she wasn't just beautiful; she was transcendent. Her milky skin glowed, and the black made her hair and eyes stand out. Unconsciously, he reached out and slid one of the strands behind her ear and let his hand trail down her arm, noting how her eyes flickered, and his fingers curled around hers. "Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes." Ginny's heart was beating so fast she thought she might have to be carted off to the hospital. His fingers were soft and they tugged her down the hall, where she got the chance to study his profile. His face was set into a cold expression and she wondered what she had done to pull that expression out of him.

"Do you like Indian food?" He asked suddenly, and Ginny was caught off guard.

"What?" She asked, staring like a moron.

"Indian food. Do you like it?" He asked, and they made their way outside to where Draco's black and silver Bentley purred, waiting for its master.

"I've never had it." She admitted. The closest she'd come to eating Middle-Easter food was eating French croissants. He opened the door to his car and she immediately stared at the twenty dials and numbers flickering in the dashboard. Ginny felt completely out of place in the car and her dislike for Bentleys doubled.

"You're going to like it." He said as he closed the door. The sunroof automatically opened with a low hiss and Ginny rolled her eyes. Fancy.

"You don't like it?" Draco asked, noticing the way her lips curled into a sneer at his pretty impressive dash.

"The car or Indian food?" She asked, and when he gestured toward the dash she replied truthfully. "Nope. Never liked Bentleys."

"Why? Women love expensive cars." Draco said. The woman confused him; she curled her lip at his VERY expensive car, and defied everything he knew – thought he knew – about women. He couldn't exactly pinpoint the day he started to want cars since he could just apparate anywhere he wanted, but he enjoyed watching the streets go by.

"I don't. I like American cars." Ginny said and smiled. She herself had a cherry red Dodge Charger with black stripes on the hood and roof of the car. It had taken a chunk of her money to have the car imported but she loved it, nonetheless.

Ginny looked out the window and saw that they had stopped in front of one of London's expensive Indian restaurants… the kind where you paid eight times what you would normally pay at a McDonalds for a steak... or whatever they had. Draco got out of the car and gave the keys to the valet and opened the door for her again. Ginny felt herself start to relax when her hand slid into his, and he pulled her into the candle-lit restaurant, Indian-style decorated restaurant. She didn't notice how almost everyone in the vicinity around her turned to stare. Draco, however, did and felt the familiar smugness of having a beautiful woman at his side.

"My. Malfoy?" The maitre'd bowed and gestured them to follow him into the upper level and into a balcony where a table was set up already. Candles and a bucket of wine completed the set along with the red rose on her plate. Ginny was rendered speechless by the sight, and she stared at the silk hung from the walls and the colorful blankets and the framed painting of a woman wearing a red Indian dress with gold embroidery. When she sat down and the chair was pushed in for her, she picked up the rose, sniffed it and smiled, touched.

"This is beautiful." She said and lowered her eyes when he smoldered at her. She realized she had the tendency to loose her train of thought whenever he set those penetrating eyes on her.

"I'm glad you liked it." He said, and handed her an elegant red menu. Ginny opened in and took in the foreign food. He studied her, the way her forehead creased as she read the descriptions of the food and tried to decipher the elegant writing.

"I'll have the uh… Sag… ru- yeah. That thing." Ginny said, giving up and pointing at the menu. The waiter didn't even bat an eyelash. Draco, on the other hand, ordered a lamb dish, and nodded at the waiter who retired with a bow.

"They can't do anything to chicken to make it taste bad." Ginny muttered and was surprised when Draco let out a muffled laugh. Ginny stared. Draco laughing was completely different from the Draco she saw everyday. His face looked younger… and more handsome that she thought. Ginny committed the image to memory.

There were a few minute of silence where Ginny sat, thinking. She was enjoying herself – on a polite level but she knew she wouldn't relax until she knew why – the exact reason why – Draco had asked her out to dinner when he could be having a good romp in the sheets with his secretary like he was supposed to.

She frowned.

"Draco?" She started.

"Yes?"

"I have a question." She paused. "Why – no." She stopped, confused. What was she supposed to ask him? Oh yes. "Why did you ask me to dinner?" She blurted out.

Draco thought over her question thoroughly. Why did he?

"To discuss that particular subject… is one of the reasons why I wanted to take you to dinner." He said and watched her face carefully, for any sign of distress. "The type of conversation we are about to have is not… appropriate to have in the middle of work - which you're doing outstandingly well in, I may add. " He said and Ginny felt a twinge of guilt and waited for him to continue. He pursed his lips at her calm face.

"The type of conversation we are about to have?" Ginny asked. Her insides were at war, she could tell. She kept her face calm and blank while she wanted nothing more from him than to tell her if he mirrored what she felt.

"Yes. Personal conversation." He added and Ginny tensed.

"About?" She inquired.

Draco opened his mouth but at that instant, two waiters came and set down a silver plate filled with red… stuff in front of Ginny and a plate of white rice and basket of flat bread. The other waiter served Draco his lamb in an identical silver plate, and they left with a bow.

"Is that chicken?" She asked staring at the stuff. According to the menu, the dish she had ordered was supposed to contain chicken, spinach and tomato sauce.

"Try it." He said and mixed the dish with rice and watched her pick up her fork daintily and scoop up some chicken and stuffed it into her mouth. The corner of his lips twitched when a look of concentration crossed her features and later turned into delight.

Completely sidetracked, Ginny piled the chicken onto the empty plate in front of her and then added the rice. She looked up to see Draco pouring her wine in a silver goblet. They both pretended not to notice the spark of electricity that traveled down their arms when their fingers brushed.

Ginny cleared her throat and remember why she was here. "Personal conversation." She said and Draco paused.

"Right. It's about us." He said flatly, and Ginny stopped, fork halfway to her mouth.

"Us?" she asked.

"Yes. You see, Weasley – Ginny – I have wanted to get you alone for the past week… because…" He paused and Ginny realized she was no longer chewing, and swallowed. "You have to understand… I'm not good at this." Hr finished lamely and Ginny felt disappointment well inside her. Apparently it showed on her face because he waved a hand and continued. "I need you. I have feelings for you." He said really fast, and Ginny felt her lips twisting into a smile.

"Way to dance around the subject Malfoy, I expected more from you." She joked.

"I'm being serious, Ginevra." He said, his face reflecting what he said and Ginny a foreign wave of satisfaction. He did mirror what she felt.

"I know." She said softly. "I do too," she admitted.

"And now… the question becomes…" He trailed off and Ginny finished for him.

"What to we do about it."

"Right. Any ideas?"

"I thought you would have a big master plan laid out already." Ginny said idly.

"I would, and you're the first person I'm admitting this to…" Draco laughed.

"Aw. I feel special." She quipped.

"… I honestly have no idea." He finished and glanced up, relieved when she grinned at him.

"I see. Well, maybe we should just see what happens." Ginny suggested.

Draco took this into consideration, when another idea sprung into his head.

"Come to my place. Tonight." He abruptly.

Ginny swallowed. Could she go to his place? Yes, she could. Did she know what was going to happen? She had a fairly clear idea. "Okay." She said simply and stuffed the chicken into her mouth while he stood up and grabbed her hand.

The ride to his loft was tense, and in the dark the electricity flowed between them in a mad current that had Ginny nearly hyperventilating in the big elevator that led to the top floor of a remodeled warehouse.

When he opened the door to his loft she had a mere two seconds to appraise his living quarters before suddenly, she was sandwiched between the door and his hard body. His mouth crashed down on hers and immediately, her mind swum and pure instinct took over and made her head tilt upwards and suck on his tongue.

She was hardly aware of the moan her throat let out. In fact, she couldn't hear anything over the roar of her blood in her ears and was hyperaware of the hard contours of his chest pressed against her breasts. Her hands were clamped on his shoulders and her feet were off the ground.

"Ginny." He whispered against her mouth, and his hands fluttered over her body, letting the vinyl coat fall to the floor and letting his thumbs rub her thin shoulders. She responded by arching her back and kissing him. It wasn't long before Ginny was suddenly lying on a bed of forest green silk – Draco's bed – and her clothes were being removed. The dress was pulled over her head and she was lying before him in the black lacey thong she had worn for the occasion and her pumps. Ginny took her time, sliding her lips over his chest when she had him pinned on the bed, and teased him mercilessly when she pulled his slacks off and threw them in some general direction. She kissed him hungrily and moaned delightedly when he took charge and slid the scrap of lace off her body and with a groan, slid inside her with one magnificent stroke.

They moved slowly at first with Draco supporting himself on his hands, his hips grinding against hers in a rhythm that made almost lose her mind when he leaned how to kiss her she was pleased when their bodies fit like a puzzle piece.

He increased the pace and she grabbed the sheets in a death grip and felt climax begin. At the peak, she screamed and her entire body arched, and then lunged forward to clamp herself to Draco's body, her legs wrapping around his hip and her face buried in his neck. A mere second after her, his own orgasm claimed him and he was blind to everything except the feel of her curves pressed against him,

His heart was thudding against his chest and he his breathing was coming in short, sharp gasps, like hers. Ginny's arms fell limp to her sides and his weight was on her.

"I can't… feel anything below my knees." He gasped.

"I can't move."

"Sorry. I'll move sometime in the next decade." He mumbled, his eyes closing sleepily.

"Sounds good to me." She sighed and fell asleep.

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