Chapter 2

That Monday morning, Ginny Weasley took just a little bit longer in the shower. She took extra care in choosing what she was going to wear (she thought 4 outfit changes would be too much) and redid her hair and make up twice.

She stood in front of her full length mirror, scrutinizing her reflection a bit too meticulously. She decided that her bright yellow empire cut dress was not too professional but not too casual either. Her shiny auburn hair curled gently at the ends and her face was fresh and bright.

She ignored the nagging voice at the back of her head telling her that she only wanted to look good for Malfoy.

She glanced at the clock. It was 8 in the morning. Their meeting didn't start until 10.

She huffed. Was she excited at the thought of seeing Draco again? She quickly quelled the thought. Ridiculous, she thought to herself. As if she would give a rat's ass about what the stupid ponce thought. \

"Good morning sweet cheeks."

Ginny tossed a careless glance at the doorway. "Oh, hey Dave. Good morning." She threw a lopsided smile at him and returned to brushing her hair.

Dave looked like he was beginning to get pissed off, and it was only 8.12 am. Really. Ginny huffed again before laying her brush down slowly and standing up to walk towards her petulant boyfriend. She didn't know why she even bothered with boys.

"Don't get your knickers in a bunch Dave. It's 8 in the morning!" Ginny said lightly, a teasing grin on her face as she kissed him at the side of his lips.

"Ginny." Dave huffed impatiently, but realized he had nothing more to say.

Ginny rolled her eyes inwardly and started for the door. She felt like having marmalade on toast before leaving for her meeting.

"Sweet cheeks, I'm sorry." Dave was already following her to the kitchen.

"For what?" Ginny asked distractedly as she popped some bread into the toaster. Are you sorry for calling me sweet cheeks? Because I hate that damned pet name. She thought heatedly to herself.

"For being so sulky at 8 in the morning." Dave grinned at her sheepishly.

"Yeah sure, whatever." She replied, her back still facing him, and rolled her eyes again. It was an eye rolling extravaganza really. "It's not like you aren't like this every bloody morning anyway." She mumbled to herself as she viciously smeared butter and marmalade on her toasted bread. She really should break up with him.

"Mmm." Ginny hummed to herself in delight when she bit into her toast. She devoured the entire thing in seconds then looked at the clock again. 30 minutes till the meeting. "Well, I must dash darling. My meeting starts in a few minutes."

"Can't you go a little later?" Dave pouted at her.

"You know it's unprofessional to be late." Ginny said patiently then walked to her boyfriend and gave him a kiss. "Dinner at 7?"

"7 it is."

"Dinkle, get me my best slacks. The beige ones." Draco barked at his house elf as he studied the current slacks he was wearing appraisingly.

"Malfoy, I don't see anything wrong with what you're wearing now." Blaise's bored voice drifted from his position in one of Draco's lounge chairs.

"It's not the right shade of beige." Draco grumbled pathetically in reply.

"Draco Malfoy." Blaise sat up from his position and looked at his friend's reflection with a smirk. "If I didn't know any better, I would say that you're actually making an effort to look extra perfect for Ms. Weasley."

Blaise's suggestive leer annoyed Draco. Immensely. Also the fact that Blaise might be right. But only might. Draco thought to himself, practically seething at the thought. Why should he care about what that insufferable red-headed cow thought anyway?

"I am not." He replied heatedly. Blaise just snickered at his friend's annoyed expression.

"Here you are Master Malfoy, sir." Dinkle squeaked as it held Malfoy's best beige slacks in front of him.

Malfoy pointed his wand at the slacks and muttered a simple spell. The slacks he currently wore immediately changed places with his best slacks.

"Much better." He said to himself as he looked at the mirror.

"Looks the same to me." Blaise's voice was just laced with amusement.

"If I wanted your opinion, Zabini," He said Blaise's name icily, "I would ask for it. Now shut up."

"Ohh, touchy touchy, Drakey Drakey."

"Do shut up before I hex you to the next world." Draco said rather calmly.

"Whatever you say, Drakey." Blaise grinned wickedly at him before standing up and moving to the next room rather quickly.

"Good morning, Mrs. Henshaw, Mr. Beetling." Ginny smiled warmly at the director and producer of the movie she was going to star in. "I must say that I was just thrilled to hear that you had chosen me to play the role of Celestine."

"It was a no-brainer Miss Weasley, really." Mr. Beetling smiled kindly at her. Ginny was briefly reminded of Dumbledore.

The directress and producer were both old people, but they had both aged well. Looking at least 50, they both still had that youthful glint in their eyes, and an extra bounce in their step.

Ginny Weasley was delighted to hear that the meeting would be held in the pool side café of The Coral, a famous resort she had only gotten to visit once, and it was a very fleeting visit at that. She happily absorbed the relaxing aura of the place, the soft splashes that could be heard fro the pool every once in a while, mingling with the soothing sounds of the jazz band playing in the background.

A distinctive pop was heard, followed by a, "Ahh, Mr. Malfoy. So glad you could join us!"

Ginny froze in her seat. Draco was here. She instantly fretted about her appearance, then quickly scolded herself for even caring.

"So am I." Draco's suave voice made her heart lurch involuntarily. She stared at the cup of tea in front of her, willing not to look at him. She did, and regretted it instantly. Their gazes locked, and the 2 fell quiet.

"So," Mr. Beetling started, oblivious to the tension between the young actor and actress. "We're all here to discuss the movie, so let's get started!" He grinned boyishly. "Mrs. Henshaw here is a very famous directress. I'm sure with her guide, this movie could win all the Golden Cauldron awards. And of course," he paused, looking at the couple with twinkling eyes, "with such a handsome couple, we'd have the rapt attention of the entire wizarding world."

Ginny could think about one reason everyone would want to watch the two of them together, and it involved a lot of rumors and front pages.

"I'm sure, Mr. Beetling." Draco grinned at the producer. If he felt as agitated as Ginny, he didn't show it. He was always the better one at hiding emotions.

Ginny watched Draco charm Mrs. Henshaw and Mr. Beetling with his smooth voice and entrancing smile, feeling a bit detached from the scene. She couldn't help but furiously resolve that he hadn't changed one bit and remembered the first time he had used his suave with her.

"Oh Draco." A voice breathed, her blissful tone tainted by some amount of lust.

Ginny froze in her steps when she heard this. She didn't feel like watching Malfoy shove his tongue down another girl's throat in the hallways again. She took a deep breath and rounded the corner.

"Ugh, get a room before I drown in the hormones." She said disdainfully when she spotted the couple snogging against the wall. When they didn't stop, she rolled her eyes and walked along.

Draco slowly parted himself from his snogging partner and a smirk lazily crept into his face.

"Jealous, Weasley?" His taunting voice managed to piss Ginny off exceptionally. He was rather good at that. She slowly counted to ten and turned to face the smirking Slytherin.

"No, I feel rather sorry for Daphne here." She gave the girl a pitiful look when she spotted her still leaning against the wall, breathing heavily. She noted that Daphne's lips were still swollen in disdain. "I can't fathom why anyone would want to do that with an overgrown ferret."

Draco stormed over to her and pinned her against the wall. Daphne's quick departure went unnoticed by the two, as they were too engrossed in glaring furiously at each other.

Then Draco's glare was slowly replaced by another smirk. Ugh, Ginny thought to herself. She hated Draco's look of self-satisfaction.

"Maybe you should try and see for yourself, Ginny." Draco drawled in a low, smooth tone. She could feel his words circling around her and caressing her skin. She shuddered involuntarily. Unfortunately, Draco noticed this and his smug look became even more unbearable for her.

"No way." Ginny spat out. But she was horrified to notice that her resolve was beginning to slowly slip away when she felt Draco's hands caressing her shoulders.

"Get off me Malfoy!" She growled at him, shaking her shoulders to get his hands off her.

He chuckled at her and just leaned forward slowly and paused when his lips were merely millimeters away from each other. "Are you sure you want me to get off you Weasley?" His voice was too sexy for her own good. Before she could even answer, his lips captured hers in a kiss.

"Mmf!" To say she was shocked would've been the understatement of the year. She sulkily had to admit that Draco had the softest lips she had ever kissed. Feeling his tongue against her lips seemed to trigger an alarm in her head. She pushed him violently away.

"I told you to get off me Malfoy!" She screamed furiously then she promptly punched him in the eye and ran away.

"Wouldn't you agree Miss Weasley?" Mrs. Henshaw's voice brought Ginny back to the present.

"W-what? I'm sorry, I think I just lots myself there." Ginny smiled at them apologetically, but taking care to avoid Draco's gaze.

Mrs. Henshaw laughed quietly and smiled at her knowingly. "We were just saying that it would be much better for the lead characters to spend some time to get to know each other."

Ginny looked at them dubiously. Draco Malfoy had agreed to this? She couldn't help but steal a glance at the handsome blond. He didn't appear to look happy about their suggestion either. Ginny huffed indignantly.

"With all due respect, Mrs. Henshaw, Draco Malfoy and I already know more than enough about each other." Ginny tried to say casually, but couldn't keep the hardness off her tone.

Mr. Beetling looked taken aback. "So I presume you've met each other before?"

Unbelievable, Ginny thought. These two might have been the only people in the wizarding world who didn't know that once upon a time, Ginny Weasley went by the name Mrs. Ginny Malfoy.

"She's my ex-wife." Draco supplied stonily.

"Oh. Oh." Mrs. Henshaw replied and a look of realization washed over her face.

Mr. Beetling chuckled. "We're not exactly the type that reads tabloids or pays attention to gossip. We all know that less than half of what they say is true."

"I quite agree, Mr. Beetling." Ginny smiled at the old man. She was beginning to love the producer and directress already.

"So the two of you aren't bothered by the situation? You are going to have to work very closely to make the movie a success." Mrs. Henshaw looked at the couple curiously.

"No, of course not." Draco replied. "We're professionals and professionals don't let personal matters get in the way of their careers."

Ginny silently wondered how many times Draco had said that since he found out they had to work together. Merlin knows she had said it too many times to count already.

"That is of course, considering the fact that Miss Weasley is a professional as well." Ginny seethed at Draco's insult.

"I'll have you know Mr. Malfoy," she began defensively, "that I am every ounce a professional. I don't know if I could say the same for you." She narrowed her eyes at him.

"I don't think snapping back at a co-actor is hardly considered professional, Miss Weasley." Draco replied coldly.

Ginny spluttered at him in disbelief. He started it! She was just about to make her sentiments known when Mrs. Henshaw hastily cut into the heated argument.

"Well, I assume that's enough for today. We'll all see each other this Wednesday for the start of our rehearsals, I suppose." She smiled warmly at the couple.

Draco and Ginny, not to forget their manners promptly thanked and bid the directress and producer good bye before promptly apparating home.

"Well," Mr. Beetling began. "This is going to be interesting."

"Yes, it is. The chemistry between them is obvious. I haven't a doubt that this movie will become a success." Mrs. Henshaw laughed. "Henry, you are a genius."

Mr. Beetling chuckled again. "I knew that getting the two of them to act together would intensify the passion in their acting. We just need to handle them carefully, Drusilla."

"Yes, yes. We can handle that."

And the two were left smiling smugly between sips of their morning tea.

note: i was too lazy to edit this so please forgive me. anyway, don't forget to review darlings:)