Poker? I Barely Know Her!
DG
A/N: First, I totally was going to update, but decided to start a new fic instead. I'm fickle like that. Secondly, I know next to nothing about poker so forgive me if I goof. Also, because I got the internship I was going for, I'm not sure what my schedule will be this summer so I can't promise any updates at all. I certainly will try, but I can't promise anything
Draco had long since decided to make Ginny Weasley rue the day she ever learned poker.
His torment of Ginny began almost three weeks ago. As a senior regulator at the Miami station, he enjoyed delegating tasks to lower members. HOwever, the Ministry still didn't fully trust him so they assigned him a watcher. For the past three years he had enjoyed making his previous watcher, Annete Carl run in circles while trying to keep track of him.
Then Annete got pregnant and asked for a leave of abscence to have her kid. So the Ministry had sent a new watcher.
The delightfully uncorruptable Ginny Weasley.
At first he had anticipated her being the same as in school, weak and suseptible. He had planned out everything he would put the poor plain girl through. He planned on putting her through the same tracks as Annete.
That was until she arrived.
He had been required to meet her at the gate of her flight. Her luggage had arrived three days prior. He had been tempted to rifle through it but apparently she had either learned better warding spells since school or she got Granger to do them for her. He wasn't sure which he preferred. It would be nice to have some sort of challenge, but by the same token, he didn't want to have to work too hard.
He held the sign for her name. He trusted she would recognize him even without it. A few moments later, the passengers started trickling out. There were a lot. Most of them headed to the left, away from him and to the bag carosel.
A tall woman wearing sunglasses approached him. She had striking copper hair, full lips and a killer tan. She stopped before him, pushing up her sunglasses to reveal a freckle spotted nose and intense brown eyes. She was wearing a professional black skirt that came to her knees, tights, a pair of mary janes and a modest white teeshirt.
"Draco Malfoy? God you haven't changed a bit since school," she said in a sweet voice.
Draco blinked, taking in the full wasp figure, even under her modest clothes and the jaunty smile on those bright lips.
"Ginny Weasley?" He croaked.
"The one and only."
She handed him her carryon. He took it dumbly.
"Well?"
"Huh?" He managed.
"Where's your car? I don't plan to walk."
Draco spluttered but led her away.
This was going to be a lot harder, he thought as they wound their way to his care. If he couldn't think properly just watching that shapely little ass walk, he was going to have a rough time with this.