YAY! my first fanfiction ever! ok I'm new so play nice!
I have to thank my betas Elyaeru and Mikiki. They were just brilliant! helping me and what not. If it wasn't for them, I'd still be afraid of smut, be battling with commas and not blushing enough because they compliment too much!
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Harry Potter! So don't go all ape-shit one me. I am a mere sixteen year old from New Zealand. I can't really give you much!
On with the story!!!
Ginny Weasley desperately needed a job. After years of careful planning she finally moved away from the hectic battlefield that was The Burrow. With every intention of becoming a successful witch without the help of any of the Weasleys or Harry Potter, she had decided that she would get a well paid job, go on a long holiday and eventually prove to her family that she wasn't little 'Gin-Gin' anymore. Yet after two months away from her childhood home she finally felt her happiness ebb away into distress. She couldn't afford the most basic needs (let alone a long holiday!) and she would rather deep- fry her face than ask her mother for money, knowing full well that if she did, Molly Weasley would somehow make Ginny feel like an incompetent child and drag her kicking and screaming back to The Burrow.
That was the very reason why Ginny was spending a Tuesday afternoon walking around London in the blistering heat, completely out of her element. Fanning her face with her hand, she made her way in and out of various wizarding companies trying to secure the best job possible in the career she really wanted to be a part of. She, Ginny Weasley, wanted to work for a magazine. Having paraded herself in front of various big name owners, she felt that she had prepared herself sufficiently to go in for the interview at the company she most truly wanted to work for: Playwizard publications. The company was known for its sophisticated yet, putting it in Ron's words, 'bloody delicious vixens' that graced its pages. The articles though were what interested Ginny. There were some that were suggestive, some that made a mockery out of whatever the ministry of magic thought a pressing issue and others that portrayed what the magazine themselves thought was something its readers should be worrying about. This mix of information, wit and 'vixens' was what made 'Playwizard' the ultimate gentleman's magazine and, the one 'dirty mag' she could stand, let alone appreciate.
When she woke up that morning full of energy, she was brought back down to earth with a sickening thud when she looked through her wardrobe and found nothing that epitomized a Playwizard employee. Snorting in frustration, she had floo'd her close friend Hermione, instantly knowing that the successful young witch could help- thanks to her stunning taste. Five hours later and still office hopping, Ginny still felt grateful towards Hermione who had lent Ginny one of her old, slightly shabby but presentable dress robes. Without the new clothes, she might have not even been allowed to enter the classy building! Upon finding the said building, she was most impressed. Of course, she had heard of its towering stature and intimidating and business- like demeanor but had never witnessed it for herself until now. Gingerly walking in the building she stifled a gasp at the sight of the reception area. It was breathtaking, utterly regal in its gold colouring and professionally furnished chamber. Absent- mindedly Ginny wondered how many millenniums it would take to make her dingy apartment even slightly represent this classy abode.
Appraising thoughts in mind, she made her way to the receptionist with an honest smile fixed firmly in place. "Hello. Um my name is Ginny Weasley and I'm here to be interviewed for ah…the position of the Editor in Chiefs Assistant. Could you please direct me to his office?" The bleached blonde eyed Ginny up and down, taking in her dishevelled and sweaty appearance.
"Yes, uh, it's up on the seventh floor. You'll have to fill in an application parchment and then proceed into your appointment with Mr Malfoy. Thank you and goodbye." Saying this, the blonde waved away Ginny and greeted a much more important looking witch in emerald silk robes who was waiting impatiently behind her. If it were any other moment, Ginny would've told the receptionist where she could shove it but at that moment she was struck dumb. Mr. Malfoy? she thought, mind reeling with the fact that she had never actually cared to find out who the Editor In Chief was and never cared until this moment. Walking nimbly toward the glass elevator the words 'this has to be a mistake' were repeating themselves in her head. Maybe all that bleach went to the girl's brains, thought Ginny, maybe she's completely insane! There's no way Malfoy could be working for this magazine.
As much as she wanted to believe the bimbo had only mentioned Malfoy due to a slip of the tongue, all her fears were rekindled as soon as she stepped out of the elevator with a large group at the seventh floor. The décor seemed to be much haughtier than the almost warmth of the reception room. The walls were a rich green and the furniture a deep cinnamon. Ginny thought it very much looked like something a slimy Slytherin decorated. Just like Malfoy, she thought. She walked aimlessly for a few seconds until she came to what seemed to be a waiting room. Looking around the large room, she spotted about ten beautiful women all seated on comfy couches in anticipation. Slightly put out by her ragged appearance, she made her way towards the last free space on one of the humungous couches before being stopped by an arm that pulled up in front of her, blocking her way. Turning around she came face to cleavage with a gorgeous woman who was frighteningly taller than poor Ginny.
"I'm sorry miss, but you'll have to collect your questionnaire before you have a seat," said the giantess in a thick Spanish accent. Blushing, Ginny took the parchment that the lady was handing out to her and continued on her way to the couch. She felt a twinge of jealousy while she studied all the others waiting to fight for the same job as her. She felt like she could never match up to them with their exotic beauty and cool persona. Attempting to shove the negative thoughts away, she hurriedly got on to completing the questionnaire which took her mind off things as she read the completely unrelated questions like question thirteen:If you were to be stranded on a planet inhabited by giant lobster-like beings, and could only bring one type of fruit, what type would you bring? And question twenty-two: What would you wear to an exhibition of invisible man-eating zombie llamas? And of course question forty-oneIf you were to decorate a torture chamber, what sort of wallpaper would you use? After answering the questions with the wittiest answers she could think of, she stood up to hand in her parchment to the Spanish lady who was still pacing the room.
"uh, I've finished my quiz. I have to say it was quite spiffy" said Ginny with a laugh.
Looking at the parchment the other woman answered, "Ah, Ms. Weasley, my name is Malveira and I'm Mr. Malfoy's current assistant. As you can see, there are a lot of girls who want the same thing you do. So it will take some time before your interview. As for the questionnaire, Mr Malfoy wrote it all by himself" she said. Disbelievingly Ginny wondered when he developed a sense of humour. "Yes he has quite the sense of humour. That's part of the reason he's so successful in this company. I'll give Mr Malfoy your questionnaire so you can have a seat." Smiling sweetly, Malveira swept away and Ginny saw the parchment disappear from her hand and presumably straight into Draco's.
After an hour of waiting impatiently, wondering about what Malfoy would think once he saw that a Wealsey had come to him for a job, and what her family would say once they found out she had willingly gone to seek out a job as a Malfoy's right hand girl, it was finally her turn to walk through the mammoth, polished oak doors. As she stood up a tall, skinny brunette with a pretty face strutted out of said doors looking extremely red- faced and pleased. Now that the time had come, Ginny felt apprehensive toward whether this was such a good idea. The nagging voice in her head from before was now repeating 'this is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong!'. Clutching her left arm with her right hand, Ginny felt like she was about to be pushed into a pool of freezing cold water. Looking around her wildly, her eyes met Malveira's and she saw that the woman was giving her the thumbs up with a small smile playing on her lips. Returning the smile, Ginny took one last breath before she pushed open the doors and took the plunge.