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6: Something Deeper

Ginny danced to a very un-Ginny like song currently blasting from her stereo. She swiveled her hips while cracking an egg against the pan. She ever tried singing – in Spanish, a language she was mildly fluent in – and giggled when she messed up. Immediately, she quieted, remembering that she had a guest in her home. Her room.

Remembering Draco, who was sleeping with his mouth open – drooling on her pillow -, she quieted and lowered the volume with a wave of her wand. She continued half- dancing to make herself breakfast, and she idly wondered if Draco was going to wake up soon. She stirred the eggs, not noticing the mood she was in, or the big grin plastered on her face. Her body felt so light, and limber she laughed out loud thinking that Draco had tested the limits of her flexibility several times in the night. Not minding the spilled drops of jam, she danced on her toes, and grinned when she heard a groan from her bedroom. And so the dragon rises, she thought and giggled with her hand over her mouth.

Ginny skipped over to the bedroom and leaped on the bed and astride Draco's waking form.

"Good morning, sunshine." She cooed and laughed when he pulled the pillow over his face. She yanked it off and threw it over her shoulder. "How was your night?"

"Eventful." Draco said and rubbed his eyes. He peered up at her grinning face and groaned. He was not a morning person. "Are you like this every morning?"

Ginny put a thoughtful look on her face. "No, but I'm in a very good mood today. Usually I want to snap the neck of anyone who talks to me within the first thirty seconds of becoming conscious again." She poked his chest rolled off, taking the sheet with her.

"Hey!" He complained and stared at her. She was flushed; a lovely glow on her cheeks and her eyes sparkled with something he liked. He found himself smiling at her. She grinned back at him and tossed him the sheet, letting her eyes rove over the perfect muscles of his chest.

"Check the time, Malfoy." She said and danced out of the door, leaving him alone. Her room screamed "Ginny." The big queen sized bed, the Pirates of the Caribbean sheets, the black moon chair and tall plastic lamp with multiple bulbs of different colors. He studied the desk in front of the bed, and slid to his feet and hit the space bar on the iMac in front of him. When the desktop lighted the screen, he saw several games on the dock and several folders, each labeled so he knew that this computer was her shop's database took up a large amount of space. He put the computer to sleep and looked around. The closet was open and he saw her clothes, casual on the left side and work wear- suits and pumps – on the right side.

Following her parting command, he glanced at the alarm clock and at the bells that hung over her bed. It was six thirty. He followed her into the kitchen where she was sitting at the counter, an apple in her hands.

"I need a shower." He said, and watched her hop down from the stool and stand next to him in the hallway.

"Towels are in my closet, that's the bathroom." She pointed to the door next to her bedroom. Draco glanced to the door across the hall.

"What's that?" He asked, and did not see the way her eyes grew wide with panic.

"Er… storage… for the shop. Data and charts mostly." She said and avoided his eyes by examining the green apple in her hands.

"I won't be long." He said and Ginny nodded and watched him stroll to her bedroom. He couldn't hear her heart beating and she glared at the door to her 'office.' Or what she called the Pit – short for Firestarter's Pit. Ginny shook her head and slid back on the stool, she had to tell him someday.

Draco grabbed the towel from her closet and walked out of the room, glancing briefly around and opening the door to her bathroom. He took his usual five minute shower and walking out, toweling his hair. Ginny was sitting, cross-legged on the bed eating a bagel. The shower had been too short a time for him to ponder what he did – although he could feel the aftermath of his night with Ginny – and what he was going to do.

He smiled at her and slid his boxers – washed and dried – and grabbed the other half of the bagel.

"Good morning." He said.

"Hi." She answered and motioned to the small table beside the bed that held fruit and the most delicious looking pancakes he had ever seen. "Help yourself."

"Thank you." He said and grabbed an orange.

"I enjoyed dinner with you." She said quietly, after a few minutes silence.

"I did too." He said and his brow furrowed. The dinner was meant for him to find out if the attraction was purely physical. It wasn't. Draco felt an uneasy squirming in his stomach. He was not used to this. When he glanced up and saw that Ginny mirrored his expression, he bit his lip.

She didn't know quite what to do, - or say – which was already something she had never experienced. Her early morning high was subduing.

"Dinner again?" He asked softly, meeting her eyes.

"Sure." She whispered, and closed her eyes when he reached for her; his eyes lingering on her lips.

III

Ginny's fingers stabbed the keys viciously. She was on a roll, and the base was almost complete. She had used a lot of the files Morgan sent her to help her and she could see the finish line. She glanced at the file transfers and saw several pieces compiled by the others in the cubicles and quickly assembled them, realizing they had finished the start of the program. She sent everyone a quick email and went to see Draco, striding past blonde Jessica who glared daggers.

Ginny slid easily in Draco's guest chair and waited for him to hang up the phone. When the phone clicked, she leaned forward.

"The core is finished." She said, satisfied.

Draco glanced at the calendar on his desk. His eyebrows rose. "Nice. Four days early." When he saw the easy satisfaction on her features, he smiled. "I guess I was right when I hired you."

He didn't catch Ginny's smile faltering, but she nodded anyway. "We're about to start the rest. We might finish ahead of schedule." She said.

"That's good. So… dinner tonight." He said and Ginny's eyes sparkled.

"Eight o'clock?" She guessed.

"Naturally." Draco said.

Outside, Jessica dropped her filer. Dinner? With the lowly Ginny Weasley? Jessica seethed, and narrowed her eyes at the tiny speaker that enabled her to hear everything that was going on in his office.

Her perfect – collagen filled – lips were curled over her ceramic ultra-white teeth. She had been after Draco for too long to be beaten by a redhead with bad taste in clothes. Jessica patted the lapel of her Dior suit. She licked her glossy lips and scowled. She had to get Draco. But how?

Jessica looked around, taping her manicured nails on the glass top. She hadn't been born with too many brain cells – so she opted for the most obvious and easy thing. A plan in mind, Jessica leaned back and gave the redhead a cold smile, her lips curling with disgust at the black skirt and aqua long sleeved, low necked blouse, grunged out at the hem to appeared frayed and stylishly so. Ginny returned the smile and held her middle finger at arms length, pointing at Jessica. Jessica snarled at the black pumps and seethed, answering her calls with poison in her voice.

Ginny, on the other hand, was monitoring the other's progress, taking the completed pieces of code and compiling it to complete Draco's program.

She rolled her stiff shoulders, glancing at the time on the top right corner of the computer and raising her eyebrows in surprise when she realized three hours had passed and she had been working non stop. Leaning back, she stared up at the ceiling, letting the computer beep and work on her latest compilation. She was almost done.

Would Draco still be interested after she was done?

Would he be able to look at her after she revealed at the she was Firestarter?

Would he forgive her when she told him she had crumbled his work?

Ginny's eyes closer and her muscles tensed. "Merlin, I need a vacation." She muttered. Her guilty conscience was louder lately, chastising her when she could think of something other than the next piece of code. Her brain warned her too – saying that she was going to hurt if he left her – simply because what she felt was something deeper than curiosity. It didn't help that Ginny was suddenly terrified on the 'L' word.

"You are mad," Ginny scowled. She had another date tonight with Draco – would the same thing happen? Sure she had a great time at the brief dinner – and an even better – mind-blowing and tiring – time in her bedroom, and he had been sweet to her in the morning. Ginny remembered his sleep-disheveled hair and the way he groaned at her when she had been sitting on him. Then her mind flashed to the moment where he had pointed at the door where her very illegal computers sat, and all the proof of her late night hacks were in. Ginny bit her lip, her hands clasped across her stomach. Draco thought she was helping because she knew who the Firestarter was – and because she had known and not warned him about it – and she felt responsible. Of course that wasn't too far off – considering Ginny was the Firestarter and she is responsible.

What if she got rid of her computers? And never told Draco? Ginny frowned.

Would she be able to live with herself after lying to him and never telling him the truth?

"No." Ginny muttered. She couldn't.

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AN: The song Ginny is listening to in the morning is Calle 13's Atrevete te, te! … Just in case anyone was curious. I know… it's strange how I can be listening to Arch Enemy and then that.

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