A/n: Hey guys here's another story. I hope this one is just as goodas Hold On, I'm probably more experienced now.. I'm not going to rush this one. Also I got an idea from Tiny Q by putting a song for each chapter. Example being soundtrack: (song & artist/band) alrighty then, on with the show... er, story

Disclaimer: This is bum but I do not own Draco Malfoy. Nor do I own anything else in relation to JK Rowling's chracters/ events/ things etc. in Harry Potter. (this works for the whole story).

Chapter 1

Sountrack: I'm so L.A.- Mynx

"Honey, you look terribly bad this morning. Maybe you should call in sick."

Amidst the aggravating cackle of my mirror I heard the pounding noise of the rhythmic tone coming from my alarm clock. Reaching my arm from underneath my covers I hit the off button and groaned. The summer holidays, and here I am waking up at 6am. Curse them all. I just finished 7 years of schooling, do you really think I want to work now!

It had only been a week since I graduated Hogwarts and I come home to find out my mum has gotten me a job bussing tables at a café. Boring enough, but the worst of it is that it's in Diagon Alley where everyone's gunna see me and expect a discount. After all I'm only the small Ginevra Weasley, I can't hurt you.

Well I'm 16 now (17 in August) and I sure hope that doesn't qualify as small. I went from small nerdy kid to a glam girl with only 3 close friends. No, my 3 close friends are not Ron, Hermione, and Harry. They took off two years ago to chase 'The Dark Lord', well what's left of him anyway. He died last summer, so Harry says, but to my family's dismay the trio isn't resting until it's all done. I've gotten letters, but they're scarce. My 3 close friends are Colin, Luna, and Mackenzie.

Harry Potter has left my head. Well I've no doubt left his so why hold on to something that's not really there. Ever since him I've rarely dated but now that It's Summer, and I'm out of school, I feel less tied down. Well maybe a little tied down, after all I'm still living with my parents. Anyway, come Fall I'm off to a North American wizard university.

Looking in the mirror I sighed in defeat at the mess of tangles atop my head. My eyes were lined with thick black lines of goop from the mascara and eyeliner

I had forgotten to remove before bed. Even if I hated the mirror, it was right.

The mirror? I got it a couple of years ago from Fred and George. They must have gotten it cheap if it has the nerve to talk dirty and harsh to me. I've seen compliment mirrors and the expensive ones are usually the one's that build your self-esteem. Mine? Ah well it might as well be a rolling pin flattening a piece of dough.

Rolling out of my golden sheets I walked tirelessly to the door. Stretching and reaching for the door knob I hear my mirror mutter, "You wouldn't dare leave your room in such a state…". I looked a my wand sitting on my vanity but shook my head to the thought. If a silencing charm didn't work on it yesterday, or the day before, or the hour before, or the year before, I had this doubt that it wouldn't work this morning.

I trudged down the wooden steps glancing at my mother busying herself around the kitchen. Personally I'd advise someone to get her a job. How could someone do the same thing everyday? Repeat the same routine. Whatever.

Yawning I took a seat at the table. The smell of sausage and pancakes wafted up my nose and my stomach started grumbling. I smiled up at my mother who carefully placed a plate of breaky and a glass of OJ in front of me. As I was about to take a bite of the appetizing meal I heard a shreak come from the doorway.

Looking up I noticed a skinny blond. Fleur. What is she doing here!

"Mrs.Weasley, 'ow could you laissez such a monstre, at your table?" She asked disgusted.

This is great, first I get hell from my mirror and now some French blond whom I couldn't stand. C'mon, I don't look that bad. "Where's Bill?" I glanced up at my mum wiping her hands on a tea towel.

"Bill? Oh he's off disputing Wizard/Muggle interference in Canada. Fleur couldn't tag along so I invited her to help me around the house for the next few weeks. We are both going to tackle the dried dirt and worms in the garden."

"Mum, we don't have a garden." I said apologetically.

"Sure we do. That's today's goal, to fix it up."

"Oh well, have fun." I began eating the mouthwatering meal while Fleur sat across from me giving bored faces about getting full of dirt.

Finishing up my plate, I wished I was far away with Bill. I'd kill to get away from here. Okay, maybe not kill, but I'd try really hard. That's why I'm determined to get into the North American Wizarding University (NAWU). Witches and Wizards are constantly coming to London after school, we may be the Magic Capital of the world, but it's just such an annoyance.

"Ginny? 'ave you been missing 'Arry a lot since 'e left?" Fleur smiled from across the table. Just because all the boys go running after her, and my love life is at a zero, she thinks she has the right to rub it in.

"No, I haven't."

Getting up I dropped my empty plate in the sink and was about to troop back up the stairs when she threw another insult my way, "Vell I 'ardly doubt zat any boy vould zink of you vit 'air come ça!" She said it as a joke.. like when friends call each other slut, but we weren't friends.

Sighing heavily I walked upstairs into my room. I had a shower, did my makeup and slipped on some faded ripped jeans and a tight long grey tee that said All for love, side ways.

30 minutes later I was walking out the door. Passing by the gardening duo, I noticed Fleur scowl in disgust at her dirt covered hands. Laughing I walked down the street to the apparating point for Diagon Alley.

The sun was shining as the early morning bustle of people rushed by me. I took a deep breath of morning Summer's air. My eyes cast over the small shops along the streets looking for "Palelight Café". Walking past the shops that began to open up I felt a comfortable sense rush over me, 'I could get used to this'.

As I rounded the corner I noticed that this was one place I would've never dreamed setting foot in. This was the part of London that held all those designer cauldrons and brooms. I felt a pang of hurt inside my stomach, working at a café in this area was like being maid at Malfoy Manor. I'd have to deal with Rich men and their rush of coffee every morning.

I spotted the café not far from where I stood. Smiling I crossed the alley , exusing myself from the rush of wizards. Walking into the restraint I was greeted with the smell of coffee and cinnamon. As long as I stayed in here, there was no need to find myself amongst the teens of billionaires.

The walls were boarded in wood, along with the floor. The room was accented with green and rust coloured antiques and drawings. I was in love at it's beauty. Looking toward the counter I saw the kind faces of Mr & Mrs Berkin.

"Ginevra Weasley right?" the older woman asked.

"Yep. Glad to be of service." I laughed dramatically.

"Well we aren't big on employers but your Mum is such a sweet gal. A pity she can't afford this part of town. Our grandson Alex might stop by some day soon, he still doesn't know when he'll be in London. He lives with his father in the States. Pity the couple split, my daughter was heartbroken. Alex is a God, he's willing to leave his friends for a whole Summer just to visit with his Mum." Mrs Berkin was beginning to wonder off topic, but still I was interested in this Alex fellow. What if he's hot? Oh La La!

"Well there isn't much to handle, the cash register and the customers I guess. The cleaning/baking charms should do the rest." Mr Berkin shrugged. Turning around he headed back to the kitchens with his wife.

I took a seat on the stool behind the counter and began drumming my fingers on the surface. There was no customers yet, I had missed the morning crowd on account of 'taking my time' getting to work.

The bell sounded as a blond haired man entered the deserted room. Feeling out of place, I just smiled. He's pretty cute looking too. Wait, isn't that Malfoy? Dear God, Draco Malfoy himself.

"Malfoy!" I shrieked, disbelieved.

"Coffee, black," Could he have been anymore blunt about it?

Feeling the need to do good on my first day I intended to spin off the stool and get him his coffee. Instead I spun of the stool. I literally did just that, I spun of the stool and came crashing into the wall behind me.

Shaking it off I punched in the order and left to get the caffeine. He must really need the wake up call if he drinks it straight black. On my return he was still the only one there so I asked him if he was normally this unfriendly.

"You would know Weasley. Your brother didn't like me much, nor did your boyfriend." Harry Potter is not my boyfriend. But I wasn't about to waste my breath on it.

He was about to turn and go when the words from my head went straight to my mouth before I could stop them, "Do you have a girlfriend Malfoy? Because assuming Harry Potter is my boyfriend is the same as assuming that you had a fling with Luna Lovegood."

"Whatever your problem is Weasley, I'd rather not hear it. I've got a job to get to. My father left me a big mess to clean up with the authorities."

"I've got a name," But he had already walked out the door. "Ginny. My name is Ginny."

A/N: Well there wasn't much dialogue so I imagine it got a little boring to read. But it will get better later. I hopefully promise that ;)!

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