Disclaimer: Anything you recognize is Miss. Rowling's, everything else is mine, including the plot. Enjoy.

Chapter 1:

Draco Malfoy was not used to being patient. He was not used to watching something he wanted without taking it.

Ginny Weasley was a thorn in his side, and had been there since he had spotted her at the tender age of twelve. At first, at such a young age, he had not known what to do regarding his feelings. He had assumed his obsession to be hatred as his Father had wished, but in time, he had come to fully understand.

She was everything that was forbidden to him. Why did the dark seek out the light? She was Persephone to his Hades, yin to yang, and so on.

It was no longer enough to watch, he needed to touch; to feel anything beyond frozen.

He had watched as she had watched Harry Potter, and that had burned. He had watched as she had proven herself unafraid of him, hexing him, and he had felt proud. He had watched as she had come back the summer after her fifth year, looking more like a woman than a girl, and he had lusted. He had watched her go through boyfriend after boyfriend, and he had hated. She made him feel.

Right now, he could just barely see her through the stacks in the library, sitting, her redhead bent towards the piece of parchment she was writing upon so industriously. Draco glanced back to the book that was open in front of him, and cursed lightly under his breath. He was still on the same page that he had opened the book to over a half hour before.

Catching a movement out of the corner of his eyes, he swung back to see Ginny run her fingers through her long hair, tugging it back, and out of the way into a low knot at the nape of her neck. The colour glinted in the low lighting like fire, hot to the touch.

He shifted his attention to her lush pink mouth as he heard her mutter something indistinguishable, and heavily scratch a few lines out on her parchment. A smile crossed his pale face as he decided now was as good a time as any.

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Ginny growled as she crossed out a sentence on her potions essay that she was sure would earn her a dunderhead remark from Snape. It was a difficult class for her, and she needed to do well with this assignment, or she could very well repeat the class, despite getting an O.W.L. in the previous year.

Why oh why did she need potions again? It wasn't as though there were any practical applications except for illnesses, cooking, pranks, future job prospects… she sighed in resignation.

"It's supposed to be 5 minutes after it turns purple that you stir it twice… not ten," a darkly silky voice informed her from over her shoulder. She turned to see Draco Malfoy leaning against a bookcase, looking quite unashamed to be reading over her shoulder.

"Do you mind?" she asked icily, hunching her shoulders over the parchment in self-defence. She did not really wanting to hear the tall Slytherin mock her potions efforts.

"Well, the way you currently have it written, you would have blown up the potions lab with your efforts," he stated softly, his voice surprisingly free of criticism.

Ginny looked back at him again. "Did you want some type of award? Go away!"

"You," Draco drawled as he folded his arms across his chest before completing his thought, "are quite rude. Someone helps you, and that is the thanks that they receive?"

"When the person is trying to be helpful, then yes, I would say 'thank you'." She turned back to her essay, turning the quill over in her fingers. "When they are trying to be a shit, I say 'Did you want some type of reward? Go away!' See how that works?"

Chuckling softly, Draco strode forward, and pulled out the chair beside her with a long, elegant hand. He sat side ways, facing her profile, as she studiously ignored him.

Reading over what she had just written, he shook his head. "You might want to omit that last little bit. You're veering dangerously close to creating Amortentia, and I'm not sure that is quite what Snape is looking for."

Ginny cursed like a sailor as she glared at her writing. He was right, bugger it all. She crossed out the last little bit with a heavy push on her quill, and dipped it back into the ink to continue.

"Still no thank you? I am shocked," he drawled lightly.

"Thank you," she muttered as she tried desperately to concentrate on the assignment. Malfoy was sitting so close to her that she could smell his spicy scent, and feel the warmth from his much larger body.

"Would you like me to look over your paper completely for you?" he offered in that same drawling, soft tone, that seemed to send shivers up her spine.

She looked over at him, noticing again just how close he appeared to be, how bright his silver eyes were. Shaking her head to clear the strange thoughts, she again tried to ignore him.

"I promise that I will only help… There must be other things wrong in your paper if you've been having that much trouble in the last five sentences." He leaned even closer, and took hold of the edge of the piece of parchment, pulling gently to see if she'd let him help her. She let him, leaning back to watch as he read over her essay.

His face was completely blank, giving away nothing of what he was thinking as he used his wand to make quick changes throughout her paper. Ginny watched him wearily, not entirely sure why this was happening. He had never been this nice to her.

Thinking on it carefully, she actually realized that he had barely ever said anything to her, besides the inevitable teasing in her first year for the crush on Harry. Looking back, though, she probably would have done the same thing if she were him, it had been quite pathetic.

No, he had been horrible to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, but never to her. He had never acknowledged her existence, actually.

"Why are you helping me?" When she spoke, her voice was just as low as his had been.

He looked at her, his face still blank, and stared into her eyes for a long moment before his silver gaze dropped to her lips. "I think you may have some vague idea why."

She shivered again as he turned back to her paper, looking away she attempted to ignore his words, his tone.

Ginny had never really thought about Draco Malfoy, to be honest. He had always been on the peripheral of her school career, and she had assumed he felt the same.

Mutely, she accepted back her corrected essay, and looked over it quickly. It seemed that Professor Snape's preferential treatment of Draco had been justified, despite what Harry and Ron had always said about him. Her thoughts ran wild as she looked through the changes he had made, impressed by what she was seeing. And that had all been done off the top of his head.

Lifting her eyes to meet his Ginny quietly stated, "I don't understand."

"I want you, Ginny Weasley." He pitched his voice low to match her soft voice. "I've wanted you for a long time."

"Want me?" she repeated, her voice carefully devoid of all emotion.

"Not just your body, if that's what you're thinking," He smirked slightly at her, his eyes remaining steady and level, holding her gaze easily. "I want to know your mind, know your thoughts. I also want your delightful little body, but that's just part of the package."

"Am I supposed to be impressed by that?" Her voice rose at an alarming rate, and Draco resisted the urge turn around to make sure the veritable harridan that protected the sanctity of silence in the library was not bearing down on them. "I am vastly under whelmed!"

"Were you looking for a declaration of love?" Draco drawled leaning forward and reaching out so that his hand could cup her cheek gently.

"No!" She knocked him away angrily, and stood. "I'm looking for a 'Hello, I'm Draco Malfoy. Your name is Ginevra Weasley? It is lovely to meet you.'"

"Excuse me?" He blinked, not entirely sure what she was talking about, and deciding to go with the one part of her little speech that stood out to him. "Your name is Ginevra? What on earth were your parents thinking?"

"What?" It was her turn to blink, and then shake her head angrily as he had thrown her off the beginning of a very good rant. "It's a family name! And you are not one to talk, Draco."

"Draco is a fine name," he responded coolly, feeling insulted by this slip of a girl. "It's a constellation."

"I don't care," she enunciated carefully. "Look, you do not ignore a girl for the entire duration of her school career, making her brother and his friends' lives miserable, and then suddenly, out of the blue, at the end of your seventh year, spring it on her that you 'want' her."

"Why not?" He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head, looking the epitome of cool composure. "I was being completely honest with you. Isn't that what girls want?"

"Look, Malfoy, if this is some kind of trick, I'm not buying it. Ha ha, very funny. Now you can go back to your Slytherin buddies and have a nice big joke about the poor Weasley girl who almost fell for your shit."

She glared at him, before stalking out of the library. Her exit was slightly hampered by the fact that she had forgotten not only her essay, but her quill and her book bag.

Slinking back into the room a few moments later, Ginny flushed as she made her way to the table.

Malfoy held out her bag with a long-fingered, pale hand. He had neatly packed her belongings away, and barely even glanced at her as he perused the contents of a book. Not bothering with pleasantries, Ginny left again.

Two weeks later, receiving the essay back from Snape, she was astonished to receive her very first E in his class. Accompanying the scrawled red letter was a note that complimented her on her use of ingredients, and the amount of research she had put into her writing. She was not amused.

Ten Years Later

"So we are agreed that the future income is based on our current expenditure on this new opportunity, but that it is necessary due to our increasing competition based upon overseas outsourcing?" Lavender Brown spoke bluntly, her voice businesslike. She looked back and forth between her two partners, stylishly cut hair shining as it swung around her shoulders.

Ginny nodded in agreement, and looked to make sure that Seamus Finnegan was of the same accord. He looked troubled.

"I do not feel that this will help us in our issues with the Malfoy Enterprises planned takeover. Can we discuss their offer once again? I feel that it is pretty fair, and that they have more to offer our employees than we do at the current juncture." He folded his hands over his stomach, and looked from Lavender to Ginny who were both watching him with expressions of dismay.

"Seamus, how could you?" Ginny cried, forgoing the formality that they tried to impose on their official meetings. She leaned forward with her hands on the table. "They've outsourced so much to third world countries, and their influence within the Ministry of Magic is growing daily. We can not be aid this by allowing them to gain control of BrownFinneganWeasley."

Lavender nodded, obviously agreeing, while Seamus continued to look sceptical and ill-at-ease. "I will cede to whatever the majority wishes, but I want to let you both know how I feel about this now."

"All those in favour of this proposal?" Ginny asked her partners. Seamus was the only one that raised his hand. "All opposed?" Ginny and Lavender raised their hands in quick succession.

"Decision made," Seamus spoke heavily, noting their decline of the Malfoy offer on the papers that occupied the space in the middle of the table. The quick quill that was recording the minutes of their meeting signed off with a flourish.

Exiting the conference room, Ginny smoothed her hair into the shining chignon at the back of her head, resigned to the small tendrils that had escaped to lie on her forehead and over her ears.

Desks were laid out in groups, indicating the different departments that made up BFW Quidditch Supplies and Accessories, Incorporated. Glancing over at the marketing team, Ginny noticed how busy they all were trying to format their new line of Quidditch sweaters aimed at everyone from the smallest baby, to the oldest Wizard.

The new line was one of her projects based on a childhood of having Quidditch gear designed solely for athletic adults, and thus hampering any movements a younger player might make. Also, she had seen in the Muggle world how fans wore copies of their favourite player's kits on a regular basis. This trend was bound to become huge in the wizarding world if she had anything to say about it.

Ginny made her way to her office, determined to look over the newest advertising campaign that featured Oliver Wood of the Chudley Canons. He had almost single-handedly pulled the team from the last place in the national Quidditch league, to now heading for the championship. Ron, she reflected, had almost cried at the last match that had been won by his beloved Canons.

Pulling off her tight suit jacket, she unbuttoned the sleeves of her tailored silk blouse from her wrists, and rolled them up almost to her elbows.

Noticing that her assistant had placed the file of pictures for the new campaign on her desk, she started going through them with a critical eye, grateful that the Canon saviour, and her former classmate, was incredibly photogenic.

Positioning the large BFW logo over each layout, she smiled. Ginny was so incredibly proud of their company that had grown at such a tremendous rate since Lavender, Seamus, and she had founded it just over four years prior. She had actually been working for a Muggle advertising company at its inception and it had been mind-boggling how much work they had all put into it.

As was her custom, Ginny stayed at the office until her eyes felt like they could not stay open any longer, and then she made her way through the building. Noticing how empty and dark it all seemed now compared to the crazily busy atmosphere of almost six hours prior, she made sure to enact the security and protection wards as she left.

Using the designated apparition point just down the street in Diagon Alley, she stumbled into her comfortable flat located on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. She had moved there directly from school, much to her mother's dismay, and had never looked back since. Well, almost never.

Ginny flicked her wand at the lamps that were dotted throughout her small sitting room, and pulled off her high heels to pad into the kitchen, intent on finding something to stave off her hunger.

Forgetting to eat seemed to be an occupational hazard for her, and she subscribed to a magical shopping system that replenished her cabinets and icebox once a week. It would have horrified her mother if she had known, but Ginny had neatly compartmentalized her life into two categories. The first what her mother could and was able to know about, the second, what she felt that her mother could not handle.

Her lack of a love life fell into that second category. Her interest in gardening fell into the first category. Her ability to care for herself, or lack thereof, fell into the second. Her new robes fell into the first. It was a good plan, and it had worked for her for years.

Pulling a ready-made shepherd's pie from the ice box, she tapped a warming spell onto it with her wand. Eating it right from the tin she settled down in her arm chair to read The Prophet which had been delivered to its box on the coffee table.

A picture of Draco Malfoy seemed to jump out at her in the business section, his arm around a beautiful blonde at some function. The accompanying article chronicled his business successes, and how he had taken Malfoy Enterprises to new and great heights as the youngest CEO in over a century. Little was said about his personal life, and for that Ginny was thankful.

She had not seen him since that meeting in the library at Hogwarts, which had become hazy with time, but she tended to read about his successes in the paper. She did this while staying away from the more salacious articles about his life as a popular bachelor.

Reading about him and his company right at that moment though, did not feel like a guilty little secret. The week prior, Malfoy Enterprises had made a very good bid for BFW, though Lavender and she had outvoted Seamus on even considering it. Ginny's teeth clenched, before she forced herself to relax. This was how business worked; it was no use getting upset.

Pushing the thick paper to one side, she pulled a file out of her briefcase to pour over the proposals from various publishing houses on getting the new ad campaign out into the public eye.

Her administrative team had done an excellent job of researching the various firms, and putting together logs of pricing for the marketing team. At the end of this campaign, Ginny mused that she would need to take them all out for a nice lunch, and maybe a bonus would be in order.

Ginny's area had always been the marketing and promotions side of their business, and that was her passion. Lavender acted as the company's spokesperson, thanks to her incredibly charismatic and personable nature. She also did the accounting and books for the company. Seamus did development and research due to his love of the sport. It was a good partnership.

Frowning at just how much The Prophet had raised their advertising prices, she made a note to Floo her Prophet contact, Hannah Abbott, in the morning. She signed off on the spaces offered by The Quibbler, as well as The Quidditch Quarterly magazine. She made a few more notes in the margins of the parchment to look into poster advertising on Diagon Alley, as well as perhaps a few pamphlet placements inside some of the larger pubs.

Stretching, Ginny finally stood to fetch a cup of tea before retiring to her bed with the latest romance novel her mum had loaned her.

It was a load of tripe, but at least it allowed her mind to rest. Molly Weasley had started making rumblings about Ginny getting married and settling down. Because of this, a new novel espousing the ideals of love was shoved into her hands at each Weasley Sunday night dinner. Ginny tended not to mind, as it seemed to lessen her mum's worries about her single status and the possibility of dying alone, though she didn't quite see the connection.

Ginny woke the next morning to her Floo connection beeping urgently at her from her living room. Blearily reaching for her wand, she stared at it for a long moment before realizing that it was not her alarm going off.

Growling to herself, she reached for her robe and padded out to kneel in front of the fire place, swirling her wand at it as she went.

"Can I help you?"

"Ginny?" Lavender's head appeared, her regularly immaculate appearance looking decidedly bedraggled. "Ginny, I am so sick."

"Oh dear…" Ginny slid away, out of sheer force of habit, to avoid germs despite knowing logically that this was just a Floo call. "Have you tried Pepper Up, and all that?"

"Yes, and I am still feeling dreadful." Lavender turned away to sneeze into a handkerchief. "I'll have to stay home today."

"Yes, of course." Ginny watched her friend in concern. "Do you need me to bring you anything? Soup?"

"No, I have what I need. Thanks Gin. Can you just let Seamus know, and… oh bugger!" Lavender's eyes widened almost comically. "I have that meeting with Malfoy Enterprises today!"

"Oh dear," Ginny murmured again, looking over at her kitchen longingly. Having woken up slightly, she now really needed her habitual cup of coffee.

"Ginny, listen. You're going to have to take the meeting." Lavender's voice cut through the haze of coffee lust.

"What?" Ginny turned back to her partner. "You can't be serious."

"As a heart attack," Lavender confirmed. "Look, everything you need is on my desk. Take Ben with you, he's been my right hand man with the Malfoy stuff."

"Why can't he just take it in your place then?" Ginny frowned.

"Ginny, come on, you know that we need a formal partner of BFW to deal with them. And we can't very well send Seamus… Merlin, he would probably show up in his coveralls."

"Why does it have to be me though?" Ginny sighed, not even looking at Lavender's face. She knew she was being a brat. "Sorry about that, I'll be there. Don't worry about a thing, feel better."

"Thanks Gin. I knew I could count on you." Lavender smiled before coughing, and waving off.

Ginny sat on the hearth, staring off into space, when her wand went off signalling her usual time to wake up. Yelping, Ginny almost tossed the piece of wood into the fireplace.

A few hours later found Ginny working on her fourth cup of coffee, sitting at Lavender's desk going over her notes for the meeting. It was pretty straight forward. They were declining the offer, but thanking the Malfoy group for their interest, blah blah blah.

Ben Wiggins hovered in the background, listing out information, advising her of who would be at the meeting. He had also been making the world's best coffee for her all morning, thus proving to Ginny that he was worth his exorbitant salary as Lavender's assistant.

"Time," she barked, reading BFW's profit statement for the last quarter.

"Eleven."

"Good." Ginny stood, carefully placing the notes and statements into her briefcase before smoothing her dark suit over her hips. She threw her good black robes around her shoulders, taking a glance in Lavender's mirror before apparating to the designated spot in the lobby of Malfoy Enterprises. Ben followed her closely with yet more paperwork.

The entrance bespoke the immense history and wealth of the company, with black marble gleaming in the discreet and elegant lighting. An efficient receptionist swiftly greeted them, offering them a beverage and pastry as she led them to the designated boardroom deep within the building.

Ginny said little, trying to see everything without appearing to be gawking like a child at a shiny toy. Merlin… Malfoy Enterprises was already intimidating her.

Smiling confidently, or so she hoped, Ginny entered the room and encountered about seven powerful looking wizards in suits, files and quills set out at each place on the highly polished table.

Nodding to the Ministry representative, who ensured fairness in the business world, she took her seat, Ben quickly sitting next to her.

"Gentlemen," She spoke smoothly, hoping her face did not show her nervousness. "Miss Brown is unfortunately indisposed today, and I have taken her place. I am Ginevra Weasley."

"Miss Weasley," the murmur ran around the table, the suits greeting her in their own peculiar way. A Malfoy lawyer started going over the acquisition bid, and all of the stipulations and provisos necessary for the minutes of the meeting. The Ministry representative took careful notes, often asking for clarification on points. Nodding, he motioned for Ginny to take the floor.

"Thank you gentlemen, for your time and patience in this matter," she started, keeping her face completely blank. Going on to detail the last profit and loss statement, as well as expected revenue from their new line, as well as a warning about the possibilities of monopolies within the wizarding business world, she sealed her case with the Ministry's representative.

She declined the offer politely, before passing out the necessary paperwork that Seamus, Lavender and she had signed the day previous. The lawyer nodded, as did his associates. They had expected this move, and he hurriedly countered with another offer.

The rest of the wizards spent almost an hour questioning Ginny, making it clear that they were intent on bring BFW under the fold of Malfoy Enterprises.

Ginny spoke little, taking the new offer and handing it to Ben to file and calling the meeting to an end. It was not with a little bit of relief that Ginny finally was able to say, "I must get back to my partners to see if this is agreeable."

"Of course."

Leaving the meeting, Ginny put her fingers to her temples. She hated dealing with all of the legal and Ministry procedures. It was a hassle. This was exactly why Lavender tended to deal with the suits.

She made her way back to the lobby, when an impeccably dressed woman bore down on them. "Miss Weasley?"

"Yes?" Ginny quirked a golden red eyebrow at what appeared to be someone's personal assistant.

"Mr. Malfoy would like to speak with you in his office." She smiled officiously, and subtly steered Ginny back into Malfoy Enterprises.

Ginny stopped and stared at her. "I don't have time for this. Can you pass that note along to your boss?"

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy said this would just take a moment. Please, if you could follow me…"

Short of throwing a temper tantrum, and disrupting the quiet efficiency of the lobby, Ginny did not see a way out of this 'invitation'.

"Ben, I will meet you back at the office. Have that offer ready to present to Seamus and Lavender when I return."

He inclined his head, and though a curious look passed across his face, he apparated away quickly.

Ginny was shown into a sumptuous office on the top floor of the building with a wonderful view out over Muggle London. Decorated in chocolate browns and creams, the office screamed money and power.

Looking around for the CEO of Malfoy Enterprises, Ginny realized that she was quite alone in the office.

Taking advantage, she made her way to the window, staring out at the view, the sunlight glinting off of numerous windows and the Thames peaking out in the distance.

"I love watching the city…" a silky voice drawled next to her ear, alerting her to the fact that Draco Malfoy had moved as silently as a cat to stand behind her.

Controlling her impulse to jump in surprise and move away which she suspected would be seen as weak, Ginny turned slightly to look up at him. "It is lovely."

Moving away slowly, she made her way to one of the large, comfortable-looking chairs that sat in front of his desk. "Now, what do we have to discuss, Mr. Malfoy?"

Smirking slightly, he slipped his hands into the pockets of his charcoal grey suit, moving not to sit in the large leather chair behind his desk as she had expected, but just in front of her, leaning against the large wooden surface.

"I was just informed that you have declined a very generous offer for your little company."

"I have," she agreed easily, watching him intently. Draco Malfoy had aged incredibly well in the ten years since he had left school. He had matured into the early promises of masculine good looks, and he seemed to have broadened from his almost too thin seeker build.

Shoulder length silvery hair was captured elegantly at the nape of his neck by a leather thong, emphasizing well-cut cheekbones, and clear grey eyes. His lips were almost too dark for his face, the pink shockingly sensual along with the fullness of his lower lip.

"Why?" Ginny watched his lips form the word, before settling back into that unnerving half-smile, half-smirk.

"We decided that it was not in our best interests to accept."

"How diplomatic," he mocked lightly. Malfoy was watching her with a look in his eyes that made her slightly uneasy. It was a hungry tiger look.

"We do try." Ginny stood gracefully. "Now, if you will excuse me, I must get back to my office."

"Oh yes, how is the new campaign coming?" Arching an eyebrow, he seemed the epitome of polite and innocent interest.

Ginny narrowed her eyes, not trusting him in the slightest. "It is fine. We are about to go to print."

"Interesting…" Malfoy drawled easily. "Did you know that Malfoy Enterprises has a holding in many media outlets?"

"No, I did not know…" Ginny watched him, wondering where this was going.

"It is not common knowledge." Malfoy's smile widened fractionally, he seemed to be almost purring with satisfaction. "We tend to be better known for our manufacturing interests."

"All based out of Taiwan," Ginny muttered, not quite under her breath.

Malfoy smiled in a feral fashion, exposing even white teeth. "Indeed. I like to take a personal interest in the media. The wizarding world does not have nearly the same amount of competition as the Muggle world."

Ginny nodded, knowing she was supposed to have figured out why he was telling her all of this, and thus feeling rather stupid, and angry at the tall blonde in front of her.

Pushing away from the desk, Malfoy straightened his broad shoulders, making Ginny's eyes race to where the expensive fabric clung to him lovingly. He walked the few steps necessary to be uncomfortably close to the small redhead.

"For example, we really only have two respected newspapers, a handful of women's magazines, one men's magazine, and about ten Quidditch magazines. The rest are either tabloids, or Muggle newsprints."

"Fascinating," Ginny remarked somewhat cattily, her caramel eyes narrowing.

"And our laws dictate that story and advertising content are at the sole discretion of the editors."

"Yes, I know that…" Ginny gasped as what he was saying started to fall into place, "Are you threatening our new campaign?"

Malfoy spread his hands in an elegant gesture that could really mean anything.

"Malfoy, I swear…" Ginny clenched her fist around her briefcase, concentrating on breathing deeply to dispel the notorious Weasley temper.

Watching her in amusement, Malfoy turned and made his way to his desk chair. Settling himself there he watched her intently with his fingers together against his chest.

"You can't do this!" Ginny resisted the urge to stamp her foot.

"You will find that I can," he answered coolly, his face expressionless. "What a pity that you have put so much stock into your new campaign… and all of that money that was spent to tie Oliver Wood to a contract… Seems a little wasted now…"

Ginny flinched at his softly musing voice. "We will find other venues to advertise. There are other ways."

"Ah, like getting a Ministry license to advertise in public areas such as Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley." He braced his chin on his fingers, "It really is too bad that Malfoy Enterprises donates so much money to the Ministry. We would hate to let go of that kind of relationship over an advertising issue. I'm sure that the Minister for Public Works would agree."

Grinding her teeth, Ginny dropped her briefcase to the floor, and made her way to his desk. Bracing both hands on the smooth edge, she leaned over it to glare at him. "What do you want, Malfoy?"

"You," he answered baldly, not disguising the look of lust in his mercury eyes. "You spread-eagled on my bed, writhing, all of that pale skin on display against my sheets, your hair spread out on my pillows, lust in your eyes, whimpering, and wet."

"You're disgusting!" She whirled away from him, trying to block out the image that he had just put into her head.

"Am I?" Again, he spoke from behind her. This time, she couldn't control the instinct to jump slightly in shock.

"Am I?" he asked once more, his breath feeling hot and heavy on the side of her neck.

"Yes." She turned to him, and hissed out her answer. "I turn you down when I was all of sixteen, and now you are threatening my company?"

"It's funny how the world works, isn't it," he mused rhetorically, that feral look in his eyes again making her feel trapped. She held her ground as he moved so that they were almost touching, not taking her eyes from his face.

Drawing a single pale finger down the side of her face, he smirked at her. "Dinner. Tonight. Eight o'clock at The Truffle. If you are late, I will take that as a signal that you are not truly interested in salvaging your campaign and company. Wear a dress."

A/N: ok… originally this was a one-shot, but it just turned into so much more. Please review and let me know what you think. I'm enjoying writing this Draco… mature, sexy Draco is awesome…. 