Goss's 'drop dead sexiest bachelor of the year' award is on again, and Draco seems to be the likely recipient, to Ginny's disgust. To top it off, the five guys have to live with her for two months. Two enemies under the same roof means plenty of sparks …

Ginny's Sexy Bachelor

By lovehopefaith

I'll introduce myself

I'm pleased to meet you

You don't seem to recognise me

But, you know

You just look like someone I use to know

-"Pleased To Meet You" by Aneiki

Ginny Weasley sat down at her desk, rubbing her temples furiously with her fingers. She was one of the journalists at Goss, a well-known London magazine, which provided for the needs of gossip-hungry readers. The magazine was once again, going to run their famous 'Drop Dead Sexy Bachelors of the Year' competition. But, this would be the first time that Ginny would actually be involved in the process and not just a Goss reader.

Staff members selected the top five 'drop dead sexy bachelors', and the votes on who was the number one 'drop dead sexy bachelor' was left up to the readers to decide. Once again, the top five remained very similar to the previous year's list. Ginny's colleagues had published the finalised list and the following were the current 'drop dead sexy bachelors':

Viktor Krum

Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter

Charlie Weasley

Oliver Wood

It hadn't been too surprising that Ginny's colleagues had chosen those five. She had placed her vote for everyone, except Draco. Ginny didn't think that Draco would ever deserve the title, knowing that she had never based her decision on his actual looks, but rather his personality.

Draco Malfoy had inherited the Malfoy fortune, after Lucius was placed into Azkaban, when a mission went horribly wrong. Unfortunately, Lord Voldemort was still on the run. Draco spent his money on a lavish lifestyle, as everyone knew. He had bought quite a few spectacular homes, which one could only dream about. To Ron's disgust, Draco also bought the Chudley Cannons Quidditch Team. He had nearly a small army of house elves, waiting to serve him. The many girlfriends or casual flings with women were detailed in various gossip magazines, proclaiming him as "The King of Lust", "The Wild Prince" and "The King of Broken Hearts". It wasn't uncommon to see headlines, such as "Lust King Breaks Heart Once Again", "Malfoy Vows To Never Change His Ways", and "Draco's Lavish Home-And, This Is Only House No. 1."

Ginny's hatred for Draco only grew larger, as more and more articles of his wild spending and flings appeared. She absolutely loathed him, as he knew nothing of the 'real world', because he could have anything he wished for within a heartbeat. However, like many others, Ginny worked hard at her job, before finally getting a decent salary. Even still, she carefully watched her spending, knowing that it was something she could most definitely not take for granted. Maybe, it was because of her childhood, as she watched her parents' struggle with their growing family's expenses that Ginny valued everything that she bought. Unlike Malfoy. Oh, and another reason to add to Ginny's hate list for Draco; he was most likely a death eater. But still, no matter what he was, Draco always happened to be one of the 'sexy bachelors', to Ginny's abhorrence.

"Gin, guess what?" said Rebecca Harris, Ginny's best friend and editor of Goss, not bothering to wait for Ginny's reply. "Readers have already started sending in their votes, and the magazine only came out this morning!"

"Please tell me no one voted for Malfoy," begged Ginny, who was still massaging her temples.

Ginny was the magazine's top entertainment journalist, and she would have to be in close contact with all of the contestants. Even worse, most of the hotels in London was booked, both muggle and magic hotels, due to the different festivals and university graduation ceremonies that were happening all over the city and surrounding regions. Each of the contenders were to attend various photo shoots (professionally shot by the one and only, Colin Creevey), charity balls and any special events, where the magazine could promote their latest 'news', in hope of gaining more readers. Therefore, the five had been given a schedule, but had no place to stay. Seeing, as Ginny was basically the spokeswoman for the five 'sexy bachelors', Bec thought that it would be appropriate that they all moved into Ginny's two bedroom apartment, to Ginny's horror, at the thought of living with a Malfoy.

Flashback

"Bec! I am going to kill you!" shouted Ginny, at Bec's announcement. "I am not having five guys living in my apartment. Anyway, I only have two bedrooms, and there are six of us, if you haven't realised. How exactly do you plan to make sure they all look sexy, when they end up coming to the studio, complaining of backaches from sleeping on the ground?"

"Well, they won't have to sleep on the ground," said Bec calmly, with a grin on her face. "I'll just make sure I create a few extra rooms in your apartment. Think about it, Gin, most girls would die to be in your position. I mean, five damn hot guys living in your apartment! I would so have them living in my house, if Shel wasn't about to give birth, at any time soon."

Shelley Harris was Bec's heavily pregnant younger sister. Her boyfriend had run away, when the overjoyed Shelley told him they were going to have a baby. She was left alone with an unborn child, and so, seeing as she was the older sister, Bec took Shelley into her home.

"I prefer not to think of my brother as 'hot'," said Ginny. "But, really, Bec, are you insane? You want me to live with a possible death eater! I refuse to lose sleep over the fact that a guy, who is living in my home, may kill me and the rest of the other contestants at some time of the night."

"You're incredibly paranoid about this, aren't you, Gin?" said Bec, rolling her eyes. "How about I add 'You must not kill your hostess and fellow contestants' into the contract? Seriously, girls would absolutely love to be in your position! Anyway, I told them that you would meet them at your apartment on Friday, in two weeks time, with open arms and kisses. Oh, and they couldn't apparate to your home, 'cause I thought that might scare you, so they've all

been instructed to knock politely on your door at 5:30PM."

"I'm going to greet them all, especially Malfoy, with 'open arms and kisses'?" screamed Ginny. "Are you kidding me?"

"Nope, my dear Gin," said Bec. "You're going to be the perfect hostess."

End of Flashback

"Actually, we got quite a lot of votes for Draco," said Bec, matter-of-factly. "In fact, I think most of today's votes were for him."

Ginny groaned loudly. If Malfoy became the winner, he would have to stay longer at her apartment, then all of the other guys. Why couldn't the majority of votes, so far, be for Charlie, or Harry (the previous year's winner), or Oliver, or even Viktor, but Malfoy?

"I still can't believe that you invited them over to my home. With five guys, it'll become a complete pig-sty," said Ginny, at the thought of five single men, living in her home, even if one of them was her brother. "Who will cook their meals? Who will wash their clothes?"

"That's all been taken care of, Gin," said Bec. "You really should stress less. I've told the guys that they should all treat you well, and that they all share the cooking. And, the washing of clothes is their own duty."

"Great!" said Ginny, sarcastically. "I won't have to face any stray boxers, or who else knows what. One thing down, another thousand stresses waits for me."

"Come on, Gin," said Bec. "It'll be fun. Honestly, I've sorted everything out. If there are any problems, give me a yell, or owl, and I'll make sure that they behave."

"I'm so sure," said Ginny, rolling her eyes at her best friend. "More like falling at their feet, at the sight of them."

Bec just smiled Ginny.

"You know me too well," said Bec. "Now, I'm off to see Colin about those shoots. You have to tell me what happens when they arrive. Have fun!"

Ginny groaned loudly, as her best friend apparated to Colin's studio. She looked at the clock, and realised it was just a little after five, meaning that the five guys would be coming over soon. She gathered a few of her notes for another article that she was writing, before she apparated home.

'Home' was Ginny's comfy, originally two, but now, six bedroom apartment. From the outside, it looked no different to the other surrounding two bedroom apartments. It wasn't especially stylish, in any way, but had a homey feeling to it. Most of Ginny's hard earned savings had gone into buying the apartment, and so far, it was her most prized and valuable possession, which was about to be invaded by five bachelors in about half an hour's time.

Ginny placed her pile of notes down onto the kitchen bench, before she hurried off to tidy her apartment, not that it would help much, after the five guy's arrival. She inspected each of the guy's bedrooms, making sure they had the basic items: single bed, wardrobe, mirror and a small corner desk and chair. It wasn't long before the first 'guest' had arrived.

KNOCK KNOCK

Ginny walked towards the door, glancing in the peephole, before she opened the door to…

"Charlie!" screamed Ginny, as she flung herself at her older brother, who immediately dropped all of his belongings.

"Hey Gin-Gin," said Charlie, giving his sister a big bear hug. "I've missed you, you know."

Ginny eventually let go of her brother, as she looked up at him, with her hands on her hips.

"I thought I had gotten rid living with you, after you left for Romania, and now, I have to live with you again," said Ginny, trying to look angry, before she burst into laughter. "Nah, it's so good to see you again."

"Well, I hope I get a warm welcome, as well," said another voice behind Charlie.

"Hey Harry," said Ginny, as she pushed aside her older brother to hug Harry. "I'm so glad to see you!"

Ginny was well over her 'crush' on Harry, since her fourth year, as she began to date with guys like Michael Corner. Harry had become one of her close friends and confidant. They communicated weekly through letters, as Harry's demanding auror job, often led him to long trips.

"Hi Gin," said Harry. "Well, your friend certainly was right. You did greet us with open arms, but you've yet to fulfil the 'kisses' part."

"Ha ha. Very funny, Harry," said Ginny, sarcastically. "Come on in. I'll show you to your rooms." Charlie and Harry followed behind the twenty-three year old, pretty red head, who was leading them to their rooms.

"Charlie, this is your room," said Ginny, pointing to a room, painted in a dark blue. "And Harry, your room is just next door."

Each room was painted a different colour. Harry's room, being a lighter shade of blue.

"Interesting," commented Harry, about his room.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Well, make yourselves at home, while I get the door," said Ginny, as she rushed off to greet the next 'guest'.

Ginny opened the door to the two rival Quidditch players, Oliver Wood and Viktor Krum.

"Hey Ginny," said Oliver, smiling at the short red head before him. "Krum, here, got a little lost, so we came together."

"Vood found me in Diagon Alley, asking for directions," said Viktor, pointing at Oliver.

"Well, come on in, guys. Charlie and Harry have both just arrived," said Ginny, waving in her two new 'guests'.

"I'll show you your rooms, so you can put down your stuff and unpack."

"Thanks, Ginny," said Oliver and Viktor at the same time.

As before, Ginny led Oliver and Viktor to their own rooms. Viktor's room was painted in scarlet (to match his Bulgarian Quidditch robes), and Oliver's room was painted in red and gold (to match Gryffindor's house colours).

"Vow! Vhat a nice room, Ginny," said Viktor, stepping into his bedroom for two months. "Thanks!"

"No problems," said a smiling Ginny. "I'm glad you like it."

"Yeah, thanks, Ginny," said Oliver, as he began to unpack his things; his broomstick coming out of his trunk very carefully.

"When you're done, come and join us in the lounge room," said Ginny.

Ginny walked into her lounge room, where Charlie and Harry were animatedly talking about Quidditch. As she stepped over her brother and Harry's outstretched legs, she was quickly lifted and placed onto Harry's lap.

"Come and sit down, Gin," said Harry, wrapping his arms protectively around Ginny's waist.

"Is there something you two might want to tell me about?" asked Charlie, raising his right eyebrow.

Ginny and Harry both snorted at Charlie's comment.

"We're friends, don't worry, Charlie," said Ginny. "You'd be the first to know, if something was going on here. Anyway, I know someone who has her eye on Harry."

"Oh, you do?" asked Harry. "And, who might this person be?"

"Oh, just someone," said Ginny, who had promised not to tell.

"Come on, Gin," said Charlie. "Seriously, Gin, you can't leave a guy hanging like that. Our egos need to be boosted by knowing who exactly might think we're eye candy."

Ginny placed her hand over her heart.

"I promised not to tell," said Ginny. "If I do, she'll kill me."

"But, that's so unfair!" said Harry, pouting a little.

"Life's unfair," said Ginny, before she heard the knock from the final 'guest'. "Be right back."

Ginny jumped out of Harry's arms, before walking ever so slowly to the door, trying to delay the moment of seeing Draco. Eventually, she finally reached the door, before opening it slowly, and carefully.

"Hello Draco," said Ginny, glancing up at Draco, and then down at all his many trunks, which she was sure, contained all his many hair products.

"Hi," said Draco, who hadn't yet seemed to click that he was staring at a Weasley, and about to be living in the same household with her for the next two months, as well. "So, you must be the top entertainment journalist."

"Hello?" asked Ginny, waving her arm, up and down, in front of Draco's face. "You do realise who I am, right? I mean, shouldn't you be yelling, or cursing at the moment, or both?"

The few seconds that took Draco to register, who exactly was standing before him, was priceless, or so Ginny thought.

"I'M GOING TO BE LIVING WITH A WEASLEY FOR TWO BLOODY MONTHS!" yelled Draco. "IF YOU'RE FORGETFUL BOSS TOLD ME THIS BEFOREHAND, I WOULDN'T HAVE EVEN BOTHERED TO SIGN THAT STUPID CONTRACT! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S YOU! AND, TO THINK I WOULD NEVER HAVE TO SEE ANOTHER WEASLEY AGAIN!"

"Are you insulting my sister, Malfoy?" asked Charlie, who suddenly stood beside Ginny. "Because, if you were insulting Ginny or our family, you'll just might find five another Weasley guys here, ready at any time to make sure you get the beating or hexing of your life."

"I'm so scared, Weasley," said Draco, his voice dripping with sarcasm, as always, as he rolled his eyes. "Well, are you going to let me in or what?"

"Don't worry, Malfoy," said Ginny, as she led him down the corridor towards the bedrooms. "I'm not especially happy about living with you either."

"Great, I'm glad we actually agree on something," said Draco.

"That's your room," said Ginny, pointing at the only closed door. "I'll leave you to it. You can come and join Charlie, Harry, Oliver, Viktor and I in the lounge room, when you're done, putting away your make-up kits."

"Excuse me, Weasel?" hissed Draco loudly. "I do not own make-up kits."

"Sure, sure," said Ginny, as she walked off, grinning slightly to herself, before she heard the noise she had been expecting.

"What kind of sick joke is this, Weasel?" shouted Draco, dragging Ginny by the arm, towards his room, not fully realising that he was touching a Weasley.

"What's wrong, Draco?" asked Ginny, smiling innocently at Draco. "Is there something wrong with your room?"

"Is there something wrong with my room?" shouted Draco, even louder, making the other four guys run to see what all the fuss was about. "Of course there is. I demand you to fix it NOW!"

"Nice colour, Malfoy," said Harry, grinning at Draco, whose face was red from seeing red. "Hot pink really suits you, you know. I mean, I thought my light blue room was good, but, you truly deserve to win, 'best room'."

"Yeah," said Oliver, with the same big grin, as everyone else, except for Draco. "It's a good colour for you. I mean, you can get in touch with your feminine side, while you're at it. I hear girls really go for sensitive new age guys, at the moment."

"I don't see vhy you is so angry, Draco," said Viktor. "Ve should even get the photographer to take a few shots of you in your room. It vould be great!"

"ARE YOU ALL INSANE?" shouted Draco. "I am NOT living in this room for two whole months!"

"Too bad," said Ginny, shrugging her shoulders. "Sorry, it can't be changed. You can try as many spells on it, but nothing will work, so I wouldn't even bother trying to change it. Anyway, I think hot pink is a nicer and brighter colour then black, which I'm sure you would choose, if given the choice."

"This is not funny, Weasel," shouted Draco. "I will get you back for this."

"I'm so scared," said Ginny, repeating Draco's words and actions before, as she rolled her eyes, secretly hoping that he wouldn't truly kill her in her sleep, seeing as he was a possible death eater.

"Oh, come on, Malfoy," said Charlie. "Unpack your things, and get over it, man. Seriously. We'll be waiting for you in the lounge room."

The four guys and Ginny trooped back to the lounge room, before sitting down on the couches, and bursting into laughter.

"I can't believe you made his room 'hot pink'!" said Oliver, laughing his head off.

"Well, if I have to live with him for two months, I might as well make it hell for him, as well," said Ginny, smiling at the guys.

"I'm going to get you back for that, Weasel," said Draco, who sat down into one of the empty armchairs. "Don't you worry."

"Oh, I don't, Malfoy," said Ginny, flashing her teeth at Draco.

After Ginny's comment, there seem to be silence, as no one knew what to talk about. Should they talk about themselves? Quidditch? The competition?

But, not soon enough, Viktor broke the silence.

"You have a nice country here," said Viktor. "Now what are ve going to eat for dinner?"

Boy, it was going to be a long two months.

Disclaimer:

I don't own any of the characters, places, names, items, etc. from the 'Harry Potter' series. They belong to their rightful owners: Ms. J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Books, Bloomsbury Books, Raincoast Books and Warner Bros. Inc. Any other characters, places, names, items, etc. belong to me. The plot line belongs to me, using the copyrighted characters, places, names, items, etc., and I am in no way trying to make a profit from writing this story. "Pleased To Meet You" by Aneiki, belongs to their rightful owners: J. Waite and G. Wallis, Don Bartley, Daniel Clinch and the members of Aneiki. Any persons, places, names, etc. resembling anyone or anything in life is purely coincidental.

Author's Note:

This is my first fic ever, so please leave any comments, suggestions, etc. below, just by clicking that box with 'submit a review'. I really hope you enjoyed it, and stay with me on this fic. Thanks for reading it, and please leave behind your thoughts.

Luv,

lovehopefaith

P.S. All the best for 2004!