Book of Songs - We Danced

“I'm out of here, Draco.”

“Alright, I'll make sure everythings cleaned up before I lock up,” answered Draco Malfoy, glancing at the clock, midnight.

“Thanks mate, I owe you one,” Said his friend and coworker, Blaise Zabinni.

“You better believe you do,” Draco laughed as he wiped down the bar. He's worked at `The Dragon' cocktail bar for about two years now and he'd yet to grow bored of it. True enough, it was a bit depressing spending his weekday nights and weekends working, but he didn't have anything better to do.

When he got to the end of the bar he found a woman's purse lying on the bar, he frowned slightly and hid it behind the counter incase the owner returned to claim it. He shrugged slightly as he ran the white cloth down the counter then begins to reoranize the shelves of liquor.

“You would think,” He muttered to himself, “that after two years that prat would learn how to keep this place halfway organized.” He'd not gotten a quarter of the way done when the silence of the empty bar got to the point of pure annoyance. He got to his feet and walked over to the jutebox and dropped the proper amount of money into the slot before punching in his five selections.

He went back to his organizing, which took surprisingly little time. Then he went into the back of room and took out the necissary cleaning materials. As he mopped the dance floor, he sang along with the music. He wasn't the greatest, but he had a fairly good singing voice.

The bell over the main door rang signaling some one's entrance. Draco stopped singing and turned to see a fairly attractive young woman enter and glance around curiously. “Sorry ma'am we're closed,” he said.

“Oh, yes, I know, I'm sorry but I believe I left my purse here earlier,” She said. “I was here with a group of friends and I think I walked out and left it here.”

He leaned the broom against the wall and nodded, “I put one back behind the counter a bit ago, I'm betting it's yours.” Wiping his hands on his trousers, Draco circled the bar and made his way to where he'd hid the bag.

“You're quite a good singer,” She said softly.

Draco chuckled, “Thanks, I get a bit carried away don't I?”

“No, seriously, you're sing well,” she insisted.

He smiled and shook his head lightly. “I just can't have silence when I clean so I turn on the jutebox.” His eyes drifted over her, she was quite lovely. Bold red hair tied back in a messy bun, hazel eyes that were nothing short of erotic, a light dusting of freckles over her nose.

The woman must have caught his stare because her eyes immediately lowered, though Draco could tell she was still watching from beneath her lashes. She glanced back up with a small, shy smiled, “You seem to be in here every night that I come in.”

Draco nodded, “I work every night, I don't usually close, but I'm doing a favor tonight.”

“I'm Ginny, by the way,” She said offering her hand across the bar.

“Draco. Pleasure to meet you, Ginny,” he said, shaking her hand. The two chatted a bit longer about their jobs and so on. When the jutebox shut off, Draco simply made his way over and selected another five songs.

Ginny glanced at her watch, “Well, I really should get going. Could I get my purse back?”

Draco made his way back around the bar with the intention of giving the girl her purse back, though, when one of his favorite songs came on, a sly smile crossed his face, “You'll only get this back on one condition.”

She arched an eyebrow, “And what would that be?”

“Dance with me,” He said at her hesitant expression he added. “Just one song.”

A small smile crossed the girl's face, “Alright, it's a deal.”

Draco made his way back around the bar and led her to the dancefloor by the hand. He pulled her hand up to rest on his shoulder as he rested his own at her waist. Softly he sang along with the words of the song as they danced slowly.

The song ended but the two didn't stop dancing. Draco's hand had made its way around the girl's waist to the small of her back, holding her closer. Ginny rested her forehead against Draco's. He smiled softly as they moved slowly across the dance floor. “Can I see you again?”

Ginny glanced up into his cool gray eyes and smiled, “Of course.”

“Good,” he said softly. His eyes scanned over her face briefly, taking everything in at a closer distance. She was beautiful.

The second song ended and the jutebox fell silent. Ginny sighed, “I really need to be going.”

Draco nodded slightly, “Right,” he took a small step back, “You're purse is on the bar.” He reluctantly released his hold on her and turned toward the bar once more. “Thank you for the dance, by the way.”

Ginny had made her way to her purse and gave a small smile, “It was my pleasure.” She opened her bag and pulled out a pen and a small piece of paper. She pulled her bag over her shoulder, handed him the slip of paper, and turned and walked out the door with little more than a good-bye wink.

He glanced down at the paper and a small grin flitted across his face. `Call me' it said with her telephone number scribbled neatly across the bottom. “You better believe I will,” he muttered under his breath. He quickly finished his cleaning and closed down the bar, whistling happily through it all.

~*~

It was one year to the day, since that meeting. Draco was taking over Blaise's shift, not just the closing that night. Not that he was complaining, Ginny was planning on stopping in again that evening. And everything was going to go perfectly. Draco turned away from the views of his patrons and pulled a diamond solitare ring from his shirt pocket and smiled. Yes, everything was going to go perfectly.

He put the ring back into it's hiding spot and busied himself serving the customers, to keep his mind of the nerve-wracking anticipation. Everytime the bell over the door would chime, Draco's head would fly up scanning to see who the new arrival was. His eyes flitted to the clock, 8:00, back to the door, then back to the mug he was filling.

`Cling Cling' came the door chime once more. Draco's head came up, just as sharply as it had everyother time that evening. This time a grin spread across his face as the petite redhead he'd been waiting for all evening made her way to the bar.

She settled herself into her usual stool and waited for him to finish with the patron that was occupying him at the present time. After they had been taken care of, Draco made his way over to her with a smile and a chaste kiss, “Hey, you made it.”

“I told you I would,” She smiled.

“I know, but I was waiting very impatiently.” He said.

She chuckled, “Looks like you're fairly busy tonight.”

“Ah, busier than most Thursday nights but considering it's Valentine's, it's not that bad,” Draco shrugged. He glanced up as a patron tried to flag him down, he kissed the side of her head before saying, “I'll be right back,” And went to help the customer.

“Hey, what can I get for you?” Draco said with a grin.

“Cut the crap, Malfoy,” Said the blonde haired woman, “Are you ready do to this or not?”

Draco took in a deep breath and nodded slightly, “I'm ready, Pans.”

“Good,” The woman rose from her seat and headed toward the dance floor.

Draco exhaled heavily and put his plan into action. “Hey, Gin. That was an old friend of mine, I'm going to share a quick dance with her, if that's alright.”

Ginny looked more than a little disappointed, “Oh, alright. You'll introduce me later though, right?”

He smiled, “Of course. Thanks babe.” With an inward smile he made his way to the dance floor, then to the DJs booth. He whispered something to the man behind the equiptment that had been brought in for the night. The man smiled and nodded slightly “Pansy told me you were on your way.”

The music died down and the DJ's deep voice boomed over the speakers and through the bar, “May I have your attention. I have a good friend here who would like to make a quick announcement.”

Draco climbed up and gave the man a small smile covering the mouth of the microphone he said, “Thanks, Dean.” To the DJ, then turned his attention to the now silencing crowd. “If I may have your attention, Could Ginny Weasley please come to the DJ's booth?”

There was a soft murmmering through the crowd as a confused redhead made her way through. Draco pulled her up onto the platform with a small smile. “I think this woman's more than slightly confused, so I'll get this over with.” He said as he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out the ring.

There was a unified gasp that echoed the one that came from Ginny. She glanced from the ring, to Draco, back to the ring, and back to Draco her hazel eyes filling with tears. “Oh my…” was all she could seem to say.

“Ginevra Molly Weasley, I've asked your father permission, now I ask you, Will you marry me?” Draco asked. It seemed the entire crowd held it's breath.

Ginny nodded, unable to speak for a moment then smiled, “Yes. Yes I will.”

Draco released the breath he'd not realized he had been holding and slipped the ring on to her hand. Not knowing what else to do, he brought his lips down to hers and gathered the small woman in his arms. Everyone seemed to be clapping excitedly for the couple, but they heard nothing.

Ginny was the first to pull back for air. Draco turned his head back toward the DJ when he heard the man clear his throat. The man took the mic back from Draco and grinned, “What do you say we give these two a special song to dance to?” The crowd cheered in approval. “Alright, I've got just the thing! Get on down to the dance floor, you two.”

Draco and Ginny obliged. Draco slipped his arms around her waist and she intwined hers around his neck. They began to move slowly as the music started up. They'd both heard the song before, and it held a bit of irony to it. Draco sang along softly with the disc:

The bar was empty
I was sweeping up the floor
That's when she walked in
I said, "I'm sorry but we're closed"
And she said "I know,
But I'm afraid I left my purse"
I said, "I put one back behind the bar
I bet it's probably yours"
And the next thing that I knew
There we were, lost in conversation
And before I handed her her purse
I said, "You'll only get this back on one condition"

And we danced
Out there on that empty hardwood floor
The chairs up and the lights turned way down low
The music played, we held each other close
And we danced

And from that moment
There was never any doubt
I had found the one
That I had always dreamed about
And then one evenin'
When she stopped by after work
I pulled a diamond ring out of the pocket of my shirt
And as her eyes filled up with tears
She said, "This is the last thing I expected"
And then she took me by the hand
And said, "I'll only marry you on one condition"

And we danced
Out there on that empty hardwood floor
The chairs up and the lights turned way down low
The music played, we held each other close
And we danced

Like no one else had ever danced before
I can't explain what happened on that floor
But the music played
We held each other close
And we danced
Yeah, we danced

When the song ended Draco captured her lips in another kiss while the people around them stepped back from their own dances and clapped again.

Ginny glanced at her hand and smiled slightly. This didn't go unnoticed by Draco, “You like it?”

“I love it,” she said. “It's beautiful.”

“So are you,” He murmered.

“You want help closing tonight?” she asked.

“If you want to stay that long.” Draco answered.

“I'm not going anywhere anytime soon,” she smiled.

“Good.”

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