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Summary: Ginny Weasley is solo and independent, and so ready for a job. She gets an offer right away and accepts, but it doesn't turn out to be what she expects and Ginny is taken along a journey of seductions and lecherousness, accompanied by a grey-eyed lover.
Spoilers: Mentions events in all seven books.
Takes place four years after the Battle of Hogwarts, in Ginny's POV.
Pairings: Draco/Ginny, with a few others that aren't as important.
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Thursday, June 14th
"There! Done!" I exclaim, feeling beyond relieved as I sign the last copy of my resumé. I am finally done writing all of them, and ready to owl them out.
"That's good," Luna says vaguely, not sounding at all interested in what I'm saying.
"Luna!" I yell, glaring at her. "You know how important this is for me! I'm finally going to get a job!"
"No, I'm happy for you," she says, smiling at me before going back to decorating her new room. I roll my eyes, but I can't bring myself to be annoyed at her.
After graduating at Hogwarts, I'd moved into Harry's house and I'd lived there for a few months. During those months, I'd found out that I don't love Harry Potter.
Well, I actually do. But more like a brother-sister love, like I have with Ron and George and all of my other brothers. About a week after finding this out, which was also a week ago, I told Harry. He agreed, saying that I was his best friend but not his lover. So we broke up, but we're still friends.
I am still getting furious letters from Ron, but I don't mind. I am free.
Luna offered to pay for a new apartment for me, but I refused. I felt bad because then she would have to be paying for her apartment and mine. But I still wanted to live with her, as friends, so she sold her small apartment and we move into a new one.
We are still working on it, but it is starting to feel like home.
One of the many perks I am getting from breaking up with Harry is finally getting a job. He'd been a bit overprotective, and didn't want me to pursue my dream of being an Auror yet. I'd made my resumé a while ago, so I just finished copying it and signing it. I seal all the envelopes and give them to my brown owl, Artemis. She nibbles my fingers affectionately before flying off. I watch her and sigh enviously. Ron had snapped my broom during one of his temper tantrums over me and Harry's breakup, and I can't afford a new one.
I can't wait to get a job.
Friday, June 15th
I wake up and look around my room happily. I finished decorating it last night, and I love it. Each wall is a different color-green, blue, red, and yellow-and covered with posters of my favorite Quidditch team, the Holyhead Harpies. I am laying on a small but comfortable bed with quilts my mom made for me. All of the furniture is white, and I plan on painting patterns on them this weekend.
I reluctantly get out of my comfy bed to open the window. An annoying tapping sound is what woke me up, and Artemis flies in. I give her a treat before realizing that she is carrying a letter. I barely resist attack the owl to get the letter and instead carefully untie it from her leg. Artemis hops to her cage and gets ready to sleep.
I rip open the envelope and quickly read the letter, hoping that it's a reply to my resumé instead of another Howler from Ron. It reads:
Dear Miss Weasley,
The Ministry of Magic received your resumé last night, and I am pleased to say that you qualify for one of our jobs as an Auror. Please come to the Ministry at 8:00 am this morning if you are interested. More information will be given then.
Patricia Turpin, Secretary, Department of Magical Law Enforcement
An Auror! I let out a shriek of excitement and skip around my room singing, "I got a job! I got a job! I got a job-y, job-y, job!"
Luna walks into my room and snatches the letter from my hand. Her eyes widen.
"Cool!" is all she says before she leaves the room again. I don't have the time, and patience, to worry about her as I check my clock. It's just after seven o'clock; I have less than an hour to get ready.
I take a shower and dress swiftly, casting a drying spell on my hair as I pull on my shirt. I quickly braid my hair and at last I'm ready. I run to Luna's room and yell, "I'm leaving now! Bye!" before hurrying to the living room.
I toss Floo Powder into the fireplace and say, "Ministry of Magic" clearly and step into the green flames. I brush the soot off my clothes as I look around.
I haven't been in the Ministry for six years, since my fourth year when we went to rescue Sirius. They rebuilt it exactly the same as it was, so I don't get lost as I make my way through a crowd of people. I am glad that I am not wearing heels, because I can see the women that are and they aren't staying on their feet for very long.
I make it to the front desk, where I meet a very bored-looking man.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, how can I help you?" he asks in a dull voice.
"Uh, I got a job as an Auror and I got a letter saying that I had to be here at eight..." I say, not actually sure what to do. The letter wasn't very specific on what I have to do...
"From Patricia?" the man asks. I nod. "Follow this memo, it'll take you to where you need to go..." he says, sending a white plane flying. I thank the man unwillingly and follow it.
I almost lose the memo a few times, but it always shows up again. It flies into an empty elevator, and I follow it. It seems to be gesturing at the buttons, so I click the one it's 'pointing' at. The doors open again. The memo zips away. I sigh and hurry after it.
It stops in front of a small, gray door that doesn't look that important. I probably wouldn't have noticed it otherwise; it blends in with the dull walls. I take a deep breath. It's okay, I can do this. It's just a job. I can do this.
I open the door and step into the room.
The room is much more grand than the door. The ceiling is charmed to show the northern lights, or Aurora Borealis as the Muggles call it. The three walls are plain white, with intricate silver designs painted on it. The fourth is buried under posters of wanted wizards and witches, maps, and battle strategies. The middle of the room is taken up by a huge spiral staircase. Variegated desks line the walls, like one huge front desk. People sit behind the desks, talking on the phone or writing rapidly.
"Ah, Miss Weasley!" a pleasant voice calls. A woman behind a red counter to my right waves and signals for me to come. I walk to the desk, and she smiles.
"Hi, I'm Patricia Turpin," the woman says, still smiling..
She has chocolate brown hair and big red lips. Her nose doesn't look very real. But I still smile back.
"Hi, nice to met you," I say through gritted teeth. I hate fake women. Patricia doesn't notice, just puts away a few papers and stands up.
"All right, come with me this way and I'll explain the job," she says, flashing another smile at me before walking towards the staircase
I follow her and groan when she starts to climb it. The thing looks like a deathtrap, and I'm not exactly in shape. But I slowly drag my feet up the stairs, thankful that we only go up one floor. I look up and see that the stairs go up about thirty floors. It is obviously enchanted, there aren't that many floors, but it's still impressive. Patricia leads me to a wooden door and goes inside. I go after her.
This room is a lot more simple, just white walls, a red fireplace, and a few chairs. Patricia sits down in one and so do I. I wait for her to speak.
"As you already know, you have been offered a job as an Auror," she begins. "We usually don't just give out a job like this. But we have gone over your grades from Hogwarts, and we are impressed."
I don't bother asking who 'we' is.
"And we have a...special job we think you will fill very easily," Patricia continues with a wicked smile. "Well, I don't exactly, but he does."
"Who is 'he'?" I ask.
"Don't interrupt!" she snaps, then puts her polite demeanor back up. "Anyways, do you accept the job?"
I feel like slapping her in the face. "Not exactly, I'm not even sure what I'm going to do in this 'special job'."
Patricia laughs like I'm a clueless child. "Well we can't tell you, of course!" she says happily. I look at her, confusion covering every inch of my face. "If you were to decline, we can't Obliviate you. The Minister made a new law about that, and this is secret stuff."
"Oh, okay," I say, nodding understandingly. I'm still upset that they don't trust me, but I do understand the situation.
"'Okay' you understand or 'okay' you accept the job?" Patricia pushes. I hesitate for a moment.
If I accept the job, then I will have no idea what to except and no idea if I'll enjoy it or not. But I will be able to chip in for the rent of me and Luna's apartment because I'll finally have some money, and eventually get my own apartment. And I'll finally have a job. But if I decline...then I'll have to wait for another job offer, if there is one. It is easy to make a decision.
"Both. I accept the job," I say finally. Patricia gives me an evil look that makes me feel quite uneasy. But I don't back down. I can't.
"Perfect," she says with a toothy smile. "We'll get started right away. But first, you'll have to get your stuff ready."
"My stuff?"
"Yes. You have to go through a training school for two months before you officially become an Auror," Patricia explains. "It's a sleepover school, you won't be able to leave during your time there."
"I can't leave?" I ask, my heart plummeting. "Not even for dinner?" I think about Luna, and explaining this to her. My heart ends up somewhere in my feet.
"No, it's all part of the system," Patricia says, actually looking amused at my reaction and expression. "Take this fireplace back to your home. Someone will be there in twenty minutes to take you to the training center."
And that is it. Patricia leaves, and I'm alone.
I obviously have no choice. I have agreed to take the job, and I can't back down.
I Floo back to the apartment, feeling sick. Luna pokes her head out of her room and looks at me.
"How was it?" she asks. I sigh unhappily. "Did you get the job?"
"Yeah, I got the job," I tell her. "I have to leave for training school...and I can't come back during my training. I don't know who long it's going to be." I give Luna a minute to let my words sink in.
"Okay," she smiles, then goes back in her room without even saying goodbye.
I frown, but I can't help but love the fact that Luna isn't the average girl, since it can be quite helpful from time to time. Like now, when I can't stand tears.
I pack my old Hogwarts trunk, but only halfway. I only put about a quarter of my wardrobe in and toiletries. Patricia hadn't told me that I need anything specific, so I figure that I don't need anything else. I'm ready in just ten minutes, and I spend the other ten twiddling my thumbs and wondering what 'special job' I'll be training for.
There's a knock at the apartment door that gives me a mini heart attack. I get over it quickly and answer the door. A woman with light blonde hair and dark blue eyes stands there, giving me a smile that isn't forced at all.
"Hi! I'm Janelle, I'm going to take you to the center," she gushes.
"Okay, I'm ready," I say and hurry back to my room to get my trunk. When I come back to the door, Janelle raises a brow.
"That's it?" she asks unbelievingly. I nod. "Wow, most of the others take a lot more!"
Others? I hadn't thought there are others. But know that I do, it's obvious. Why would they have a training center for just one person?
"Should I have more stuff?" I fret.
"Oh no, it's fine. There are a bunch of shops and stuff at the center, you'll see," Janelle explains with a wink, then holds her hand out. I take it and we Apparate away.
After the darkness of the apartment (Luna is convinced that Wrackspurts travel through light), the bright sunlight blinds me for a few minutes. When my eyes finally adjust, the first thing I notice is the huge building in front of me.
It looks very futuristic and high tech, made with no stones or bricks that I could see, just metal. Or is it silver? I can't tell. It looks about ten to fifteen stories high, the walls making a pyramid at the top. The bottom floor is a lot smaller in than the others, about a fourth the size, and positioned in the middle underneath. The whole thing is gray, or silver, and very shiny. I don't see any doors or windows anywhere. Looking around me, I see that I'm in the middle of a huge, grassy field, with nothing in sigh other than Janelle and the building.
Janelle gives my hand a sympathetic squeeze before letting go. She starts walking towards the building.
"So, what exactly is this special job Patricia told me about?" I ask as I catch up to her.
"I can't tell you yet, sorry," she says apologetically. "I have to wait until we get inside, then I'll explain everything. I promise."
I trust Janelle and follow her. She stops in front of the building and presses her hand against the wall. Nothing happens at first, but then a door slides open. I gasp in shock. The door had been completely invisible, fit to the wall so well that no creases had showed. I stifle another gasp as I go inside.
I blink a few times. You're lying! my brain accuses my eyes. No, we're not! It's actually there! my eyes protest.
'It' is the most spectacular inside of a building I have ever seen.
Opposite of the cold gray appearance on the outside, everything on the inside is warm and welcoming. I can see all the way to the top of the building, no floors in between. It now makes sense that the bottom floor is smaller than the others, because all of the rooms are around this hole in the middle of the building. The walls are made of wood, with columns and archways all up the walls. Wide, dangerous-looking paths connect the archways, as a way of getting across the hole. There are people everywhere, talking and running and laughing. Most of the girls are dressed like sluts, with tight tank tops and too-short shorts. And the hole, even though it's only a quarter of the length and width of the whole building, is huge.
I can see that I'll get lost very easily.
Janelle interrupts my staring by grabbing my arm and pulling me into a room. The room is completely empty except for a bed.
"So, I'm guessing you have some questions?" she asks. "Fire away."
"What is this 'special' job?" I blurt out immediately.
"Well, it's a bit hard to explain..." Janelle says. "But the kind of Auror you will be training to be is an Auror that uses seduction and lecherousness to catch Dark wizards and get information."
I went blank for a few seconds as her words sank in. "You mean, I have to use sex to catch Dark wizards?" I screech. Janelle doesn't seem to mind my yelling, so I guess there's a silencing charm on the room.
"Technically, yes," Janelle chuckles, but she still looks sympathetic. "Don't worry, it's not that bad."
"Is that why all the girls were dressed like sluts?" I wonder. Janelle lets out a peal of laughter.
"Yes!" she laughs. "It's all part of the training system. The trainees...'practice' their techniques on each other. It's kind of become a competition."
I make a face. "Patricia said that I'm good for this job...is she lesbian?" I ask warily.
"No, she's just weird," Janelle says, laughing again. I decide that I like her. "Any other questions?"
"Patricia's evil looks...the whole 'not-that-many-clothes-needed' thing...the bed in here...it all fits together now," I muse. "Uh, Patricia said that I'm not allowed out of this center...so where am I supposed to get clothes?"
"Oh, don't worry about that," she says, waving her hand like she's sweeping away the question. "You won't even think about leaving here. There's everything; shops, restaurants, a spa, everything!"
I nod. "Okay, that's all the questions. Uh, what do we do know?"
"I think that was another question," Janelle smiles. "Anyways, now we go to your dorm. There's a main gathering room for both genders to, well, gather, and in the hangout room are two doors that lead to two...common rooms, I guess you can call it. One for boys, one for girls. Each common room has doors all over that lead to the dorms. Each dorm has two people. Ready?"
She doesn't wait for an answer before she walks back out the door. I take a deep breath and follow her.
We go under an archway and through a maze of hallways. I have no idea where we are. As we're walking, I realize how much I stand out and it makes me feel uncomfortable. All of the other girls are wearing their revealing outfits, but they don't look uneasy at all. Actually, they look calm and confident. I look down at my capri pants and blouse and sigh. I unbutton the first few buttons on my blouse, but it doesn't do me much good.
After about ten minutes of making our way through the maze of halls, we eventually get to the gathering room. Before we enter, Janelle turns to me.
"Listen, I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but if you're unconfident, shy, and a total prude, get a hold of yourself and just don't be yourself in there," she says quickly in a hushed voice, her eyes flickering around as if she's expecting someone to be watching us. "If you can be totally attractive, seductive, confident, and damn sexy, totally be yourself, okay?"
My eyes narrow in suspicion, but I concur. I have no doubt that the other trainees here will be sluts and perverts, but Janelle is right. I need to fit in here if I want to become an Auror.
"Oh, and you may see some people you know," Janelle adds.
I expect her to flash me another smile or something, but she looks completely serious with stiff shoulders and a cold expression.
Janelle stands up straight, puts a hand on her hip, and puts a brilliant smile on her face. Then she opens the gathering room door.
I put on a demeanor like Janelle's, relaxing my shoulders and tilting my head to the side slightly. Then I step into the room.
The gathering room is a lot different than the entryway and halls, in appearance. Instead of being grand and magnificent, the gathering room has a warm, sexy air to it. The walls are covered in a thick, golden fur carpet and the floor is made of dark hardwood. There are a few portraits of famous Aurors on the carpet-wall and a huge fireplace on one wall. There are red and white couches and loveseats all over the room.
However, the gathering room is similar to the entryway because of the content. The girls are still dressed like sluts and the guys don't seem to mind. It looks like there are about thirty trainees. There are-were-a lot of people snogging, but now all eyes are on me.
I lift my chin and cut my eyes at everyone. I hope I look self-confident.
I look around the room casually, flipping my red hair over my shoulder, and notice that there are a few faces I recognize from Hogwarts. All of the familiar faces are those from Slytherin, and that makes me feel a bit nervous. I don't let it show, though. Hopefully.
Someone rises from a white loveseat, where she had been intertwined around a ruffled-looking guy. She has long blonde hair and light skin. Her green eyes assess me in disgust.
It's Daphne Greengrass.
I know immediately that I don't like her. I've never liked any of the Slytherins, but I hate her the most. She used to make my life hell sometimes. I remember her taunting me and tripping me in the halls and laughing afterwards. I remember going beet red and running away from her. I make a promise to myself to make sure that she knows I have gotten more confident since them.
Daphne puts her hands on her hips and shifts her weight, this tiny movement making her breasts jiggle more than should be possible. She smirks at me. I notice it's not a very good smirk.
"Who let a Weasley in here?" she sneers. The trainees laugh. "I'm sure she doesn't have the parts she needs for this job. Honestly, I wonder what is underneath those hideous clothes." More laughter. Daphne laughs too, and can see her breasts rippling through her tight shirt.
Time to try to fit in. No, I won't try, I will. I have to think positive.
"Surely you aren't asking me to undress?" I say, grinning. Daphne's smirk falters as a few people chuckle. "And, Greengrass, I know what's under those."
I point at her rather big chest and she smiles evilly.
"Do you like them? I know Drakie here does," Daphne says, running a hand through the guys on the loveseat's white-blonde hair. Her breasts wobble quite a bit.
Wait. White blonde?
Recognition flows through me as I really look at the man on the loveseat. Yes, it's definitely Draco Malfoy. I can't read his expression as he looks my over.
"Has he ever even touched them?" I ask. No answer. "Seen them?" Still no answer. "Then I guess he doesn't know the truth, does he?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Weasley," Daphne replies innocently. Too innocently.
I give a smirk that I'm sure is much better than hers, and pull out my wand from my pocket. Daphne raises an eyebrow, challenging me to see if I'll really curse her.
I point my want at her chest and murmur, "Finite Incantatem." The spell makes the Glamour on Daphne's chest disappear.
The hills of her breasts have reduced dramatically in size, the telltale shininess of the Glamour gone. Daphne's jaw drops and she gasps.
"It's possible to detect Glamours, you know," I say smugly, grinning as I hear Draco laughing along with the rest of the people in the gathering room.
I smirk again. "Know that showing your real boobs is always less embarrassing, no matter how small," I state. "Or big," I add, thrusting my own chest out. My breasts look a lot better than hers now that the Glamour is gone.
"Damn right," someone behind me mutters licentiously.
I look over my shoulder. Shock courses through me as I identify Blaise Zabini. I suppose I shouldn't feel so surprised, back at Hogwarts, he was known for the things he can do to women. Zabini winks at me and flashes me a dazzling smile. I return the smile.
"Hell yeah, Zabini," I tell him, sounding a bit pompous but still assertive. I look back at Daphne and snicker when I see her shocked and bewildered expression.
"See you later, Fake-ass," I grin and walk past her, making sure I bump into her. I can feel Draco's eyes on me and my grin widens.
This may not be so bad.
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