Love at first sight. Whoever came up with such an absurd impression, as it undoubtedly was erroneous?
At least in Ginny's condition it was.
She had often regarded herself as a basic, average girl. Neither stout nor scrawny. Not unappealing, but not exquisite either. She was just a plain, simple girl.
Her life was not one of the very preeminent moreover. Comprised of two parents and seven offspring, it was least in Ginny's favor that she was the lone girl assorted with her six brothers. To make matters worse, she was also the youngest.
Not that anything was bad with that. Ok, sure a lot of things about being the youngest were ludicrous, but there was a silver lining to the melancholy cloud. For one thing, fault was seldom ever placed on her shoulders. Her brothers were held accountable for her actions, making it effortless for Ginny to escape her mother's wrath.
However, just for the reason that she was fortunate, didn't mean she had a life of pleasure and exhilaration. Bearing in mind that they were one of the deprived pureblood families of the current wizarding world, Ginny labored her vigor to help sustain her kin. Working four nights a week, three weeks a month per year, she exerted herself for the prosperous Guligan Family. Minding their children, Bessie, Hester, and Dalton Guligan, 18-year-old Ginny worked herself to the edge, making certain that the children were secure. For 2 galleons an hour, Ginny knew that she deserved more, but she didn't argue, as it had taken several weeks to find this job.
And who could ignore the lovable Guligan children with their button noses, chubby cherry lips, and their russet curls? Nevertheless how adorable the youngsters were, they were often a bunch of little rascals. Only Ginny could get them under restraint and that was why Nigel and Leila Guligan kept Ginny as their nursemaid.
But even the supreme occupations of the world have to fizzle out sometime or another. And that's precisely what came to pass for an unpresuming Ginny.
She had returned home, an exultant bubble developing in her chest as she counted her nightly earnings. 4 hours, that was 8 galleons! Ginny smiled as she counted her additional coins. Mrs. Guligan had been so elated with her children's state of condition that she rewarded Ginny with an added 6 galleons. 14 galleons complete! Won't Mum and Dad be happy!
Ginny sprinted home, the vision of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's exhilaration highlighted in Ginny's mind.
However, destiny had other ideas for Ginny. As she darted through the front door, instead of the typical, cheerful sensation that the Weasley family allotted was a ghastly and dismayed aura.
"Did somebody die?" Ginny teased as she entered the den, hopeful that her good-natured pitch would break through the barrier of anguish.
"Ginny, please do not joke about at a time like this." Mrs. Weasley whispered mournfully.
"What do you mean?" The energized thought of her extra wages fled from her head as she sat in front of her gloom-filled family. "What's wrong?"
Mrs. Weasley blasted a fiery glimpse at her spouse who only sagged his head in misery.
"Well, are you going to tell her since it was you who made the deal?" Mrs. Weasley asked sensitively, tears blurring her eyesight.
"Ginny, listen, I am so sorry." Mr. Weasley gazed into his daughter's eyes. It had given the impression of a nightmare, something so unexpected that he could scarcely accept it as true himself.
"Why are you sorry Dad?" Ginny's heart lurched with apprehension.
"Ginny." Mr. Weasley cuddled her hand with both of his, as if he were afraid to mislay her. "I'm so sorry, so, so, so sorry."
Infuriation was commencing in Ginny as she released her hand from her father's.
"Will someone please just tell me what the hell is going on here?" she asked rowdily.
"Now Ginny, Mrs. Weasley addressed starkly. "Don't be crude. Just be patient and your father will tell you, won't you Arthur?" she cast a wrathful look at him.
"Yes darling."
Mrs. Weasley breathed sulkily as she stared cold eyes at Arthur.
"Okay, well earlier this morning," Mr. Weasley glanced around the room, his eyes opaque with horror. "I went to work like my habitual custom. Well remember that mystical conputee that shriveled muggles to microscopic size? Well I had just made the dilemma worse by destroying it. Now the muggles have no way to get back to their regular size, resulting in my dismiss."
Ginny gasped in anguish.
"Dad no!" she cried, horrorstruck. Now how were they going to live? Fred and George still lived with them, but even with the fact that their joke warehouse was popular, and their currency was rather high, it was just barely enough to take care of the family and the store debts.
Arthur Weasley nodded feebly.
"I'm sorry Ginny," he said gently, "but it's true. Anyway, as I was leaving, I was stopped by none other than Lucius Malfoy."
Fred, George, and Ginny's other brother, Ron, shuddered at the name. Mrs. Weasley submerged her face with her hands, and Mr. Weasley's face tinted pallid.
"He said he was notified by the news of my release and made a proposal."
Ginny's heart quivered with resentment. By all means the Malfoys were affluent and thriving, but they were renowned as coarse, revolting, cosseted people who would preferably squander their wealth on champagne and caviar than assisting to rid the world of malice and nourishing the deprived.
"What did he want?" Ginny asked, conscious of the fact that whatever it was, it was NOT going to be excellent.
Mr. Weasley swallowed roughly.
"Well he said that….his son…….Draco I think the name is…well he said that Draco had ridded himself of his last maid and……."
"No, Dad you didn't'!" Ginny shrieked, jumping up,almost immediatelywhen she comprehended what her father was getting at.
"Ginny there was no choice. And he offered such a good price too! 20 galleons a week! That's more than we get in two weeks! And you get to call on us every Easter and Christmas! I couldn't bargain with that! I just couldn't!"
"So what am I now?" Ginny asked irately. "Some sort of property? Yeah, that's me. Property Girl."
"Ginny, your father didn't want to do it, he didn't!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed crossly. "But there was no alternative in the matter if not waste away! He had lost his job and this was the next best thing!"
"No Mum!" Ginny whispered. "It wasn't the best thing. Sure, I am distressed that Dad lost his occupation, but when it comes to working for a Malfoy………I would rather eat dung."
Ginny raged upstairs, merely looking back once.
"And Dad," she said quietly. "It's computer, not conputee."
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"Fetch Draco without more ado." Lucius directed his butler, Eamon, as he strode into the foyer's hospitable warmth.
Eamon nodded before departing on his assignment. If one was to work at the Malfoy Manor, then they were, without fail, required to meet their demands.
Eamon shortly reappeared, Lucius's 20-year-old son at his heels.
"What do you want?" Draco asked tersely, not even waiting for a sociable 'hello'.
Lucius tapered his eyes into thin slits as he scowled at his son.
"I have found you another maid." He said vigorously, sauntering past Draco into the parlor. "She will begin her labor here tomorrow morning. Tell Clementine to set up Selena's old bedchambers. I –"
"Father." Draco cut in. "How many times must I tell you! I am a man! I don't need a asinine maid spick and spanning after me everywhere I go!"
"Draco," Lucius growled. "Do not talk to me like I am some idiot. You will have maid and you will not release her like you did with Selena, Jamila, and Nydia. Now head off somewhere else! Did you not hear me? LEAVE!"
Draco grudgingly left, anger still fizzing in his heart. What did his father think he was, a child? Most likely so, but that didn't help Draco in any way. He was a man for Pete's sakes! It was like a teenager still having a nursemaid mollycoddling him. He undoubtedly didn't need that, and like the others, Draco intended to sack the next one too.
"Does Master Draco wish for a cup of tea from Ziggie?" A house-elf asked meekly.
Draco grabbed the cup so energetically that tea deluge from the cup onto the burnished and extremely buffed floor.
"Now look what you did!" Draco hollered at the trembling Zeggie. "Clean it up, clean it!"
Zeggie nodded.
"Zeggie does what Master says," he said. "Zeggie does it – yips!"
Zeggie shrieked as Draco kicked his little bootie.
"Go do it NOW!" he roared, causing Zeggie to sprint down the corridor.
Draco shook his head in revulsion. House-elves were so harebrained!
He stormed into his bedchambers, only to stride around it in exasperation. Now where was he? Oh yes.
Did his father think he was, at the age of 20, still a youthful minor? Or did he only desire another maid for Draco so he could acquire another foolish servant? Whatever was the motive, Draco did not know, and if at all possible, wished to know.
Draco sighed grudgingly. He could tie his father up to a pole, gash at his heart with a dagger numerous times and that still would not trigger his father to bear a change of mind.
The next alternative in line was to escape. But knowing Draco, who had attempted an escape more than once, his father secured every single door and window with a fastening hex.
This left one option left. Immediately in the break of day, he would waste not a breath dismissing the new maid.
Author's Note: Hello everybody! So………….how is this so far? I think it's rather good. (After about three months of being worked on) And yeah, I know that Draco and Ginny will never get to together, but hey, tha's why they call it fanfiction. Hopefully it's excellent, so PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! I worked so hard on this (don't worry Foretold fans, I work hard on that one too, and NO I haven't abandoned it like Forbidden)
So Please Review! Cause without reviews, there will be no next chapter:) :) :)