Title: All in the Game of Love

Author: I just love being called an author.

Summary: Malfoy loves taunting his secretary GInny Weasley. But who's really winning here?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry, Draco, GInny, the name Weasley, James Bond and any combinations I may have left out. I do own a... wait no. Never mind.

Warning!

This is a very graphic fic and if I continue it will get worse. If any of the words or scenes offfend you, I'm sorry. Flame me if you must, but know I have other fics that are less graphic and I would be happy to direct you to them. If you don't mind that stuff, read on.

Chapter One

Hesitation

Ginny hesitated at the door. It was finely made cherry, but even that could not keep out the gasping and groaning that was taking place on the other side. Ginny felt sick. She hated this. But she needed the money. Her family needed the money.

She listened for a few more minutes. Thankfully the noise disapated and she was able to knock on the beautifully carved anchient door without fear of interrupting anything.

"Come in." Purred the voice of her employer.

Ginny hadn't figured out what exactly gave Draco Malfoy the right to make her live in the manor with him. She only lived a quick apparation away and it's not like he ever had need of her services this late at night. Ginny wasn't complaining too much. Whenever she had free time she went to the library and lost herself there for hours. But sometimes just knowing that somewhere in the house, lurked the evil that had tormented her every waking moment, was little comfort. At least he hadn't made a move on her.

Ginny entered the room, averting her eyes from the naked blond of the week.

Malfoy chuckled. "What's wrong, Weasley? Never seen any tits before? I suppose not. Doubt you even know what you've got stored away under those heavy robes. You really should wear some of those nice dresses my house elves keep trying to force on you. But down to more important matters, what couldn't wait til morning?"

Ginny's eyes fell on Malfoy's discarded shoes and focused on them as she reported. "I was going through your financial files like you asked..."

There was a rustle of silk as Malfoy pulled the sheets up over his lap. Then he laughed. Ginny noticed he refrained from covering the passed out blonde.

"You always stay one step ahead of me, Miss Weasley." He purred. "I wasn't even going to ask about those for another week."

"Even so, I found some distinct irregularities."

"What? Like porno?" Malfoy chuckled.

Ginny shook her head. "That wouldn't have brought me here. I know you sometimes pay for your cousin's...Habits." She said refering to Blaise Zabini's bizarre tastes. "It shows on here that you've been making considerable donations to the VFD."

Malfoy was silent for a moment. Then with his usual self confidence, he slid, naked, out of bed. "Don't mind that. I know what it is." He noticed Ginny's ears were going bright red and she was staring furiously at his shoes. He laughed.

"You're dismissed, Little Red."

Ginny fled the room to his soft laughter. She found her room without a hitch, even though the walls had a tendency to change. They had never done on her and they always seemed to know where she needed to be. Ron often joked that the house liked her better than Malfoy did.

GInny closed the door behind her and took off her glases. She rubbed her temples and a small smile slid over her face. Merlin, Malfoy was an idiot.

(A/N: Soooooo...What do you think? Do you like? It's one of my few attempts at a more mature fic. If you want more, drop me a line. If I get two or more yeses then I'll continue. If not, we'll call it a one shot and end it there. Hope you liked. )