Okay. So I'm sort of relaxing still. I'm crammed up with school. I had 3 consecutive tests on Friday. Yes...very stressful. So I was walking home, and I was all tired, and then I thought, 'You know what? I would just love to be a witch right now so that I could apparate home.' And, now, I'm writing a story about it. Okay. So I was going to make it Draco/Hermione, but then, I decided not to because I've gotten fond of a Draco/Ginny. So if the people who were reading "My Lovely Maid" liked the Draco and Hermione, I'm really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really sorry. But I'll make this one fun! Haha. Okay. Let's think of a title.

My Lovely Ginny (Hm... sound familiar?)

The Perfect Life (Nah. Too boring.)

This is what I call Living (Yes...?)

Wake Up, Darling (That's funny, but it doesn't fit the storyline.)

Any ideas? I'm going to go with number 4, but please please please give me an idea.

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Wake Up, Darling

"Ginny dear, I could make love to you for the rest of my life," said Harry, as he tenderly kissed Ginny on her lips. His hands caressed her face, and then trailed down to her naked body. She smiled.

"Oh, Harry..." A girly giggle escaped from her busy mouth.

"Ginny Weasley."

"Yes, Harry love?"

"Ginny Weasley."

"What's the serious voice for, Harry? I like your regular sexy voice." She giggled.

"Ginny Weasley!"

Her amber eyes popped open. She felt disappointment as she saw her regular room instead of the Room of Requirements. Then, she saw an elderly woman standing over her bed.

A shrill scream erupted from the tranquility of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Ms. Weasley! Please contain yourself!"

Ginny faced the woman once more.

"Oh. Professor McGonagall."

"Now, now. Please don't use that tone of voice on me."

"I'm sorry. But what brings you here this late at night?"

The woman glanced about the room. "Follow me," she whispered. She swiftly walked out the door. Ginny grabbed a robe and flung it over her baggy pajamas.

Ginny had a harsh time keeping up the professor. When she finally came to a stop, she found herself in front of Dumbledore's office door.

"Sherbot Lemons"

Professor McGonagall knocked on the door.

"Come in, well, come in. I'm not stopping you." Dumbledore's decaying voice cried from inside the room. The next moment, Ginny was standing in Dumbledore's luxurious room.

"Professor Dumbledore, if I may, what am I doing here..."

"Hem hem,"

Ginny swiveled around.

"You!"

"Yes, me. It is me. I. Myself. Me, myself, and I. Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me. Do you have a problem with me? What is wrong with me? Am I such a bad person? No. I am just me. Might I repeat myself? Me, myself, and I."

"Mr. Malfoy, I respect your understanding of yourself, but we are in short of a time, and I must ask for you to keep to yourself. You, yourself, and you." Dumbledore's twinkling eyes sparkled more brilliantly than ever in the candlelight. Ginny smirked.

"Miss Weasley, I need you to sit down."

She did.

"Miss Weasley, I am not sure if you will like what you are about to hear. But I do know that I am giving you an offer that your brother, Harry, and Hermione had been after for 2 years now."

Ginny's ears perked up, and she felt herself slowly waking up. "Go on..."

"We need you to be part of the order."

Her eyes glowed with pride. This was the moment she had been waiting for since last year. "Of course! It would be my pleasure."

Dumbledore had a nervous smile. "Yes, but Miss Weasley, there is more."

"Oh."

"See, this is where Mr. Malfoy comes in. Voldemort is on a severe watch for any Malfoy blood. And I have countless reasons for protecting him. For one, he is a student, and as a headmaster of this school, I had taken a vow to protect every single witch and wizard in this school. Second, he had come to us for help, and being a sympathetic old man, I have taken him in. Third. We need him. I'm sorry, Miss Weasley, that I cannot describe to you in detail the reason for this. The general idea is this. Lucius Malfoy had been following Voldemort for many years now, but in your 4th year, he was caught. You know that. Lucius, for his life, pleaded with the ministry to let him out, and just a couple days ago, he told the ministry a list of ten active death eaters. He was let out, but of course, with Voldemort searching for him. Then, just yesterday, he told the ministry where Voldemort was hiding, hoping that he would be caught. Since then, he had put his life on the line, and he had taken Voldermort's last straw."

Ginny was lost. What did this have to do with her? She had woken up from a perfect dream for Dumbledore speaking of Lucius' mistakes?

Dumbledore read her mind. "Now. I know that you may be thinking what this has to do with you? Well the thing is, Mr. Malfoy, hearing of his father's deathly mistake, came to us. At first, we refused. Plus, he was way too young. But then, I remembered my vow to save protect every single person in the grounds. So, I made him part of the order, and I've been thinking about where to put him.

Well, I've been doing a lot of thinking. First, it was obvious I would just leave him here. Voldemort would never come here. Then, I realized that knowing Voldemort, he would find his way into the school. Trust me, it was one of my surest, and hardest decisions. So then, I tried other wizarding schools. But I realized that they were not under the safest protection. Then, an idea came to me. 'Who said it had to be a wizarding school?' I made my choice to put him into a muggle school.

But Mr. Malfoy, being Lucius' son, would know nothing about muggles. He had to go with a person with a good understanding of muggles, so they could help him. So the first name that popped up was Miss Granger. She was a brilliant witch, and also a muggle. I knew that she would help him plentifully. But then, I had second thoughts. I didn't want to stop her from her studies, and her being the top student, I was sure that many teachers would throw a fit." Then, he looked at Professor McGonagall. She beamed.

"Also, I knew of their utter hatred. Usually, I would have purposely sent her to get them to bond together, but Miss Granger is a woman, and she definitely would not have chosen to go. So the next name came to mind. Ginny Weasley. Now I think of it, you are perfect for the job. You have been top of your Muggle Studies class, your father loves muggles, and there wasn't too much of a gap between you two. You, like your brother and his friends, have been going about, trying to figure out what was up. This is your chance to make a difference. Miss Weasley, would you like to escort Draco to the U.S?"

There was a pause. A great hesitation.

"W-What? Are you kidding?"

Dumbledore chuckled. "No. I'm not kidding."

"No! Hell no! There is no way in HELL I am being shipped off somewhere with that...that... creep."

"Miss Weasley, you are not being shipped off. You are doing us a favor. And it will help you."

"No! Never!"

"Miss Weasley, do you want to be in the Order?"

Ginny slumped in her chair. "Yes."

"Do you want to get so much extra credit points for your Muggle Studies class?"

She sank lower into her chair. "Yes."

"Do you want to make your family proud?"

Then, she jerked up. "I will not be making them proud. They will hear nothing of this. They will shake it off. They would never let me, or may I say, have me go to the U.C, whatever with a Malfoy."

"Not of I've already talked with them. They don't mind at all. They think it's a good opportunity for you." Dumbledore said.

Ginny sank into her seat. This was a dream. But even if it was, she liked the previous one better. She slapped herself. 'Wake up! You are dreaming!' She pinched her arm very harshly.

"Whatever you are doing, I suggest you stop because I cannot stand to see people abuse themselves." Draco Malfoy sneered.

Ginny looked at Dumbledore. "See why I can't go with him? It is utterly impossible."

Dumbledore's tired eyes looked at Ginny. This was the first time she had seen him this close, face to face. The more she observed him, the more wrinkles appeared. In front of him was an aging, but most brilliant wizard of all times. To the right of him was the most evil and cruel wizard of all times. She glared sideways.

"Miss Weasley, please, think about this. We really need you right now. This is a very crucial time for us."

This time, a voice rang into her right ear.

"Yeah, Weasel. Think about it."

Ginny sighed.

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I am macho macho sleepy. Good night!

Oh yeah, how'd you like it? Please tell me so I can decide. Right now, I'm thinking that it sucks ass... I mean seriously. It's just like every other Ginny/Draco where the must move to a distant land and live the modern life.

Well, I was just writing to let out my anger on how my house is so far from my school.

Toodles!

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