Author's Note: This idea came to me just randomly and even though I'm currently writing a different
Draco/Ginny fanfiction, I decided that starting another one wouldn't hurt me. And with that being said,
this is a Draco/Ginny fanfiction, even though the first couple of chapters may not evoke that feeling.
Just be patient with me, this fanfiction will definitely get better. :)
I met Ginny Weasley when she entered Lady Of The Night, an exuberant smile sitting on her lips as she confidently strode towards the bar. At first I thought the redhead might be a lesbian, something to that extent anyways, but when the bartender pointed at me, I knew that she wasn't. Girls like Ginny Weasley don't enter Lady Of The Night unless they're lesbians or looking for a job, and something was telling me that even though Ginny didn't seem to fit either type, that she was here for a solid, logical reason.
"Marcus Flint?" Her voice was laced with hope and I raised an eyebrow, showing her a face of curiosity. "I was told you had an opening in your line," she'd obviously heard more than just a "now hiring" vocal ad from one of my regulars, "I'm here to audition." At first I wondered if she was serious, but the look in her eyes caused a smirk to settle on my lips.
"Ginny Weasley?" Her red hair gave her away, as did the nod she offered as an answer to the question, "You do know what this establishment does, correct?"
It was Ginny's turn to smirk, she even chuckled cutely at me before going back to that confident, somber look. "With all do respect, Mister Flint, I wouldn't be here if I didn't know what the requirements of this job were." I was surprised and she could tell, obviously my eyes betrayed me and showed Ginny that I was also impressed.
However, I didn't let her look any further than that, she might have seen something she wasn't ready to view. Instead I turned away from her and issued a near inaudible command, "Follow me." Ginny didn't have to be told twice, her heels clicked against the floor and followed me through a long hall way and into a backroom. "Sit down." Again she did as she was told, taking a seat in front of less-than-formal desk, I took a seat in front of her. "What makes you think you're better than the other applicants that I've spoken to?" I hadn't spoken to many, only two, but both of them were automatically in the reject pile so it didn't matter if Ginny thought the job was overflowing with girls or not, I just wanted an answer.
"Mister Flint, I-"
"Call me Marcus."
"Marcus." I could see the wheels in her head churning, processing what was currently taking place and how she could use it to her advantage, she was such a Gryffindor. "I was never a Slytherin, I'm not the type of girl you'd see in a place like this," at least she was covering my thoughts, "but I want this job because I have bills to pay and problems of my own to deal with. Does that mean I'm going to like my job?" She let out a sound that sounded suspiciously like sarcasm laughing, but I didn't mention it. "Probably not, but I'm going to do it. I can dance, I can shake my ass, I can take off my clothes, I can make money." Ginny crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in her chair to the fullest extent, serious relaxing on her features. "Either you hire me or you don't, I can find a job elsewhere, but I came here because-" but she stopped, pausing, "-I need the money."
I knew that she was being honest with me, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story than she was telling me. But I've hired girls on less than what she'd given me, so I shrugged and leaned back in my own chair, that familiar smirk returning. "You, Ginny Weasley, have gotten yourself a job here at Lady Of The Night, be here tomorrow at noon to learn your hours, rules, and general orientation. Good day, Miss Weasley." I didn't even get up, but she knew what I meant. A 'thank you' flew from her lips before she could stop it and I just waved her off. Honestly, I hired the girl because I was curious, I hoped she could bring something new to Lady Of The Night, nothing new had come to the Gentleman's Club in at least two years. But with a girl like Ginny Weasley, well, I had high hopes for her.
I'd never seen Ginny without clothes before, to be honest, but I figured what the hell, why not give her a chance. Letting out a deep sigh and allowing that smirk on my lips to grow, I couldn't help but wonder if Ginny Weasley knew what she was getting herself into. I hoped the Ginny she would give me tomorrow had the ability to produce the walking sex that the regulars of my strip club enjoyed.
And already I knew that adding the redhead to my collection of girls was a good choice.
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