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Draco returns to the room slowly, cautious of the sleeping lioness he had left earlier that morning. His arms are bundled full, bagged breakfast in one hand and a bouquet of tulips in the other. Only the lioness isn't sleeping; no, she's quite awake and staring at him.
Honey-gold eyes catch the morning light from where she's stood, frozen and halfway into her jeans. Her fiery mane is damp and cascades down her collarbones, laying wetly across her bare, freckled breasts.
"You came back?" Ginny asks, her mouth slightly agape and eyes wide.
Draco looks between her and his hands. "Was I not supposed to?" He raises an eyebrow and steps towards the bed to empty his arms.
"I just wasn't expecting it. We had sex, so I assumed you got your fill."
Draco blinks, incredulously he asks, "What kind of man do you take me for?" Ginny's denims crest her thighs but she doesn't button them. Draco has a nice view of her knickers where the fly is splayed open.
"A smarmy, attractive pureblood man who's used to getting what he wants with no strings attached." She answers immediately, the corners of her mouth flit up in a little smirk.
Draco sighs and rolls his eyes hard. "'No strings attached?' Pray tell, what exactly do you think I've been doing taking you out to lunches and dinner?"
He flops back onto the bed, watching her stand there for a moment until she shrugs and buttons her jeans, much to his dismay.
"I was thinking you must be really desperate if you wanted some arse so bad you settled for me. Even after I turned you down the first time."
Since she's missing the point entirely, Draco shakes the tulips at her. "And the flowers? Breakfast in bed?"
"I wasn't expecting that, honestly. What are you doing with those?"
Draco buries his face in his hands, fingers dragging through his hair as he breathes harshly, close to screaming. "Are you dense? No, you're just hopeless. Absolutely hopeless, I've been courting you, Ginerva."
"Oh. Really?" She looks away, her lips curving up. From the floor, Ginny grabs the ragged jumper she'd been wearing the night before.
"Yes, and keep the shirt off. I quite like the view."
"So..." She parses, coming towards the bed slowly, her fingers running along the top.
"This whole time that I've thought we were just going to lunch for business-"
"Business! I don't take any of my other colleagues or even bedmates out to lunch every day or for dinner on their birthday."
Ginny sits crosslegged beside him, her hands sitting between her denimed thighs, unperturbed by his volume. "So we've been dating this whole time?"
"I had hoped we were! Honestly, how are you so oblivious?"
"You're not exactly great at dropping hints either."
He pinches the bridge of his nose. "I asked you out. Repeatedly! I filled out a workplace relations form two weeks ago."
There's a pause, Ginny hums then her gaze drifts to the bag. "What did you get?"
"What did I get? Is that all you have to say after that? You're absolutely ridiculous, I'm taking it back."
"Well, I'm not that ridiculous if you've stuck around so long." She pokes his arm and smiles brightly, "And if we're dating, I've got to get a proper judgement on what you think constitutes a morning after breakfast."
Draco shakes his head. "I can't believe I put up with you."
"That's what you said the first week I worked as your intern," she laughs.
"I'm still questioning my decision."
"Hey, I'm damn good at my job, you can't deny that."
He smiles back, "No, I suppose I can't."
Ginny scoots forward a bit and leans over. Damp hair curtains around her face and tickles his cheekbones. "Come on, what's in there? It smells amazing."
"Blueberry pancakes and peanut butter waffles. There's toast, fried eggs, bacon, sausage. All those greasy things you talk about so much."
"You're kidding."
Draco barely resists rolling his eyes. "Do I look like I'm—" Ginny surges forward, grabbing his face between her hands and slamming their lips together.
"And the flowers?" She gasps when they've finally parted, and he's still trying to catch his breath.
Draco coughs, "Tulips. Because I see you wear those earrings every day, the ones Luna made you, and your perfume smells like tulips as well."
She kisses him again. Repeatedly. Until Draco is aching and clutching at her arms, ready to clear the bed and take her again.
"Food first. I'm starving." Ginny pulls back, already folding herself against the headboard.
"Me too," Draco grumbles but follows her up anyway.
She tucks up against his side, already digging through containers and spreading them on her lap.
She kisses the corner of his mouth. They do, in fact, eat first, but after that, they do much more.
And three months later, Ginny brings him around to The Burrow for Sunday dinner.