Fallen for You

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IV. Let's Do Lunch

A week had passed since Draco realized that their new secretary was none other than meek and timid Ginny Weasley from way back in his school days at Hogwarts. He was still in shock-mode at finding out mousy-like Ginny Weasley would turn in to a siren to reckon with. He watched her from afar, noted how much she and Harry were close to each other. And he had to agree with Harry, she was very efficient in the office. She got everything done in under a week which would have taken Daisy--and any of their previous secretaries--a month to get everything organized and ready for them. Now, thanks to Ms. Ginny Weasley, everything was running honky-dory in their office.

"So, how are you liking working for Potter and me, hm?" Draco asked when he sauntered outside his office nearing lunch time Friday.

Ginny looked up from the parchment she was drafting and flashed him a smile that Draco swore gave him some other X-rated ideas as flashes of her face appeared in his mind when she was lying naked on his bed and beneath him...Stop it, Malfoy! She's a Weasley. You hate Weasleys, a voice in his head reminded him sternly, but try as he might, those flashes were very hard to ignore.

"I'm liking it just fine, Draco. Thanks for asking. And how are you and Harry dealing with the upcoming Quidditch World Cup?" she inquired. "Honestly, when I first started here I thought Harry would be having a heart attack because of the burden of that one major project!" she chuckled, shaking her spiffy looking strawberry blond hair. Today, however, she decided to pull it back to a neat ponytail instead of the usual braid he often saw her do her hair in.

Draco stared at her transfixed at the sight she created. Damn, he had got to get his libido in check around this woman. She was trouble spelt with a capital T! But you can't seem to forget about her until you got your hands on her, that same voice taunted, making him scowl.

Yeah, he can't wait to get his hands on Ginny Weasley, but Potter warned him never to lay a hand on their next secretary. And he knew better than to mess with Potter when one of his close female friends are concerned.

Potter would probably whoop his arse if he ever even thought of asking Ginny for a clean, fun date! And since when was a clean, fun date part of your agenda when it comes to dating women, hm?

Draco was slowly getting irritated with that small voice called his conscience. If it were a real person standing before him now he'd be punching the living be-jeepers out of it!

"Uh...so, got any plans for lunch? You going with Potter again?" he asked casually, slipping his hands in his trouser pockets and rocked back and forth on the sole of his feet.

"Hmm, nope, not today. He has a lunch date with...oh, who was it with?" she frowned as she tried to remember who the person was that Harry told her he'd be meeting with. He knew the person was a woman or else Harry wouldn't even ask her if he looked presentable enough. "Oh, he has a date with somebody. Why?"

"Well, since you're not doing lunch with Potter today, wanna do me instead?" he asked casually.

Ginny's brown eyes widen at what he just said. She couldn't have possibly heard him right!

"Uh...do you instead?" she echoed.

Draco realized his mistake and mentally cursed and kicked himself. His pale face became a sudden shade of red--almost as red as the hair of the woman before him--and muttered an apology which he never in his entire damn life did!

"I meant wanna do lunch with me instead," he amended hastily.

"Aahh..." Ginny smacked her lips together and contemplated on what to say. Sure she was hungry and work around the office had decreased since she got everything sorted out and filed away. "Well, as long as you're buying me lunch I won't mind doing lunch with you," she replied casually.

"No problem," was Draco's quick reply. "Will you be ready in five?" he asked over his shoulder as he walked back into his office.

"Uh...sure," Ginny could not believe that she, a Weasley, would be lunching with a Malfoy.

What just happened here? she asked herself as she stared at the retreating back of Draco Malfoy, her eyes fastening on his deliciously tempting buttocks that was being hugged by his robe. Damn he's a hottie! Now why didn't I notice it before? she frowned to herself as she put away the parchment she was drafting and grabbed her purse.

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to be continued...