Chapter Two
Draco scowled at his friend. "I knew you didn't just want my charming company."
"Of course I do! But seriously, mate, do you know how long it's been since I had a good game? Five years. Nott is crap at it and no one else is all that great."
Ten years Draco decided to start a game. It was easy enough. He would name a goal. Blaise would name a goal. Each had to reach the opposite goal to win. Draco hadn't played the game in years. Usually the goal was a girl. On occasion they had been known to pick the same girl for each other.
Draco sighed "Fine! Since you'll be absolutely insufferable until I do, Let's do this."
Blaise pumped a fist in the air with victory. "Alright! You want to go first, or should I?"
"I'll give you the pleasure."
Blaise cast about for inspiration. Only the crinkling of his eyes at the corners showed Draco he had decided.
"Seduce the girl at the counter."
Draco turned in his chair to see a tall young woman with her nose buried in a book. She looked vaguely familiar.
Draco sent a grin towards Blaise. "May I test the waters before I return the favor?"
Blaise nodded graciously. "Be my guest."
Draco rose from his chair, walking over to the girl in question. She was pretty, he noticed. She had long sunkissed red hair tied up in a messy ponytail. Her skin was fair and a small smattering of cute freckles dotted her nose. She was wearing a white polo shirt and black jeans, complete with a small waiter's apron. Her eyes were down cast, long lashes nearly touching her cheeks as she studied her book.
Draco leaned on the counter in front of her. Her hazel eyes flickered to him once then returned to the book.
"Excuse me?" He prompted.
"Yes?" she drawled, flipping a page nanchalantly.
"Could you get me some sugar, please?"
Her eyes flickered back to him. "Is you drink not sweet enough?"
"Oh the drink is fine. I was hoping for a little sugar myself." He said, leaning forward suggestively.
She leaned forward, batting her eyes prettily. "I've got three words for you, sugar."
Draco smirked. Do me now was three words.
"Fuck off Malfoy," She snarled, slamming her book on his fingers.
Draco swore, snatching back his fingers. She leaned back, arms folded across her chest and eyes narrowed dangerously. He suddenly realized who she was. He groaned and turned back to his table.
Blaise was laughing like a mad man. He was bent nearly double, cackling away. Draco returned to the table.
"Found that funny, did you?" he growled.
"Very much so."
Draco narrowed his eyes. "You knew that was Ginny Weasley!" he accused.
Blaise grinned, "I couldn't resist it, mate. She was such a tempting target."
Draco glanced back at her. She was reading again, her pretty face once more averted. She was a tempting target. And he was damned if he'd let her slip by.
Blaise, however, would require a challenge worthy of this. For a second he was tempted to echo his own challenge but for some reason he wanted Ginny for his own. A familiar face caught his eye.
"Seduce the next woman who comes to this table."
Blaise laughed. It was hardly a challenge. Any woman was easier than Ice Princess Ginny Weasley.
He was still laughing when Draco motioned for the brown haired woman to come over. Blaise's voice turned to a choking sound as Hermione Granger leaned against their table.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked, ignoring Blaise's attempts to talk.
"My friend and I were interested in your world famous scones. I heard they're to die for."
Hermione glanced contemptuously at Blaise who managed something like a smile. Draco knew his friend had tried to seduce Hermione before and failed miserably. Hermione apparently still held it against him.
"Who makes them, by the way?" Draco inquired politely.
Hermione softened slightly. "Ginny does all the cooking." She noted the order and flounced off, a natural spring in her step that had been missing in school.
(A/N: Yeah, Hermione actually believes people are inheriently good. Poor girl.