A Foretold Evening
"You're going to meet a remarkable man tonight, Weasley. He'll ask you out and give you the evening of your life," Draco Malfoy declared.
"Do reassure me, Malfoy. You don't trot out lines like that for your conquests, do you?" Ginny asked with a mocking laugh, looking down her nose at him.
"I don't indulge in conquests, Weasley. And for the record, it's your parade of admirers who frequent this office day in, day out," Draco pointed out, rolling his eyes.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Ginny countered, feigning innocence, as she settled more comfortably into her chair, her fingers idly playing with her wand.
"Last week, Warrington showered you with flowers. Thomas serves as your personal barista every morning. And Longbottom? He incessantly gazes at you with those woeful Demiguise eyes," Draco listed, his brows furrowed in obvious disdain. "Shall I go on, or have you heard enough examples?"
"You're disturbingly well-informed, Malfoy. I'd even go so far as to say you're constantly keeping tabs on me," Ginny teased.
"Not constantly. Just during office hours," Draco retorted, his lips curling into a smirk.
Ginny erupted into laughter, capturing the attention of the entire office. When her laughter eventually subsided, she swivelled towards Draco, pinning him with an intense gaze.
"Do you have any idea how long I've waited for you to ask me out?" she asked.