Ginny twirled in time with the music, haphazardly throwing her hands up into the air above her. The red head sashayed half way across the dorm, her eyes closed singing along with the music.

A sly smile slid across her lightly freckled face as she opened her eyes, leaning down to pick up her wand from her bed. Quietly she intoned a delicate spell, instantly colouring the walls of her new dorm a bright yellow.

"Transfiguration always was an easy subject." She voiced idly, smiling more brightly at the idea of her new set of rooms.

For Miss Virginia Weasley was now the assistant Transfiguration teacher at the castle, at the age of seventeen.

No little than a few months ago had she received an owl from the Headmaster, it had been a welcome offer of escape from the mundane routine her life had slipped into since graduation.

She grinned happily around at her bedroom, content to move onto redecorating her lounge, study area and lastly her rather lavish bathroom.

Ginny emerged from the now green bathroom, eyes closed, singing loudly once more. She spun her head round, red curls dancing about her face.

"Ahem." Came an irritated cough to her left, sharply snapping her out of her reverie.

Ginny blushed a deep scarlet at somebody witnessing her foolish parade. Stopping mid twirl, overbalancing slightly, she turned to face the direction of the interruption.

Her mouth fell agape as she attempted to form words in disbelief.

"Could you please turn down this god awful excuse for music, I do happen to be most unfortunate in owning the set of rooms next door." Drawled a scathing voice.

"M-Malfoy!" She stuttered in astonishment. Her chocolate eyes widening at the site of the now eighteen-year-old boy, clad in expensive looking black slacks and a deep green shirt. His imposing presence had not lessened at all. Nor had his arrogance apparently. She watched as he glanced around the rooms with obvious distaste.

Ginny recovered herself, cutting him off before he had even got the first word of his tirade out. "Malfoy what the hell are you doing here?" she half shouted. "What are you doing in MY set of rooms for that matter?"

The blonde lifted his perfectly arched eyebrow at her, his pale face reflecting his annoyance. "You may want to give your half brained portrait a password in future. Stop any unwanted visitors."

The red head spluttered indignantly, watching in shock as the young Malfoy gave her a last mocking glance before turning haughtily around and heading for the tunnel leading to the portrait.

Her anger began to rise as she watched the blonde stroll across the room and into the tunnel.

"Oh and Weasley, yellow was so last year." Floated down the tunnel as the sound of the portrait door closing echoed in the large room.

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Draco smiled to himself as he casually strode down the corridor, arriving at a large portrait showing a prestigious wizard in a deep black robe. The wizard raised an eyebrow at the blonde, giving him a mocking smile.

"Imperia." Muttered Draco.

Stepping through the portrait hole he arrived at his own set of rooms. He regarded the lounge with distaste before flicking his wand at the fireplace. Bright orange flames filled the grate as the blonde flopped down onto an armchair next to the fire.

He sighed in quiet frustration at his current situation. Dumbledore had granted him sanctuary at the castle, to assist Severus in his teachings, and for those unfortunate times Severus could not be there to teach.

After graduating Draco had narrowly escaped death after turning down his fathers offer of rebuilding Voldemort's long life pursue of the dark. Dumbledore and his blithering band of idiots had collected his battered body from the manor. He had slipped into hypothermia and was slowly bleeding to death on the dungeon floor where his father had left him for dead when he was discovered. Had it not have been for Dumbledore he would not be presently sitting in the luxurious armchair, in his own set of rooms. More than likely he would be currently laying in a ditch somewhere, either dead, or homeless.

Draco slid further down the chair, his brow furrowed in worry. He no longer had his huge amount of wealth, only that he had managed to scavenge from the Gringotts account his Mother had set up unknowingly to Lucius when he was a fifth year student.

At that precise moment an aged head appeared with a soft pop in the flames, cutting short Draco's sullen musings.

Blue eyes twinkled, something Draco now took to be a bad sign in the comfort of his own well being. He arched a wary eyebrow at his old Headmaster, waiting for him to speak.

Dumbledore merely smiled in his direction. "Mister Malfoy, I was wondering if you would like to join me in my chambers for a spot of tea?"

Inwardly Draco groaned. A 'spot of tea' always meant a mentor type chat. Outwardly he politely smiled. "Yes Albus, I shall be up in a few minutes."

Dumbledores smile grew, as his head disappeared from the fireplace with a second soft plop.

The blonde shook his weary head, scattering almost white bangs from his high cheekbones and pushed his aching qualms aside. He would attend Dumbledores little 'chat' and perhaps voice some questions that had been previously been side tracked by the elderly Headmaster.



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"Aw but Herm..." wailed Ron with puppy dog eyes as he looked down at his newly wed from his place at the kitchen counter.

"No buts Ronald Weasley, Ginny has worked hard and you can give up one afternoon of your precious broomsticks." Replied Hermione, her forehead furrowed in a frown at the red head.

Long limbs stretched as Ron leaped from the white counter. He wandered over to the curvaceous brunette, wrapping his lanky arms around her waist kissing the hair resting at the nape of her neck softly. "Okay." He muttered as she glanced up at him from the corner of her eye.

"Good." She smiled broadly, loosing his hands from her waist and ducking under his arms. "Lets go."

"What? But I need to g-" Ron's sentence trailed off only to be heard by the white washed walls of the couples recently rented lodgings as a slender arm curled around his waist. He felt the familiar tug at his navel and idly thought he had married too smart a woman.

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Slight footsteps echoed as the dark figure paced the hallway, muttering under his breath in frustration.

"Why Mr Malfoy, why ever did you not go up to my office?" Dumbledores cheerful voice sailed around the corner. He rounded the corridor joint completely, dressed in a bright outer robe of red and a matching hat.

Draco scowled at the headmaster. "I didn't have the password." He replied curtly.

Dumbledore laughed, his eyes shimmering with mischief as he spoke. "Mr Malfoy, forgive me my careless lapse. Whizz Pops."

The sound of stone grounding on stone ricocheted in the narrow corridor, as Draco watched with an endless fascination, as the gargoyles sprung aside and the tower slowly twirled to reveal stairs.

The Headmaster hopped onto the stairs with a hidden youth, turning back to face the blonde. He raised eyebrows tinted with age at the young boy.

Draco, averting his attention from the stone gargoyles, flushed as he realised the Headmaster was patiently waiting for him. He ducked his head as he stepped onto the staircase, missing the twinkle in the blue eyes gazing at him.

The stairs began to gently shift, ascending the rather odd pair up to arrive before a heavy oak door, sitting on a small platform. Dumbledore graciously stepped onto the platform, whispered an enchantment and the door sprung open revealing the circular room.

The blonde followed onto the platform and through the door, heading straight to what he now considered to be his armchair. He plopped his agile frame into the deep blue armchair, forgetting long practised manors.

The Headmaster strode into his office after the blonde as the oak door closed silently behind him. He wandered over to his desk, delicately sitting upon his throne like seat. His brow crinkled in consideration for a few moments. He rummaged deep in his robe, producing his light coloured wand and whispered, with a swish of the wand his chair transformed itself into a replica of the same design Draco himself was snuggled in.

A small smile formed itself on Draco's face as Dumbledore produced a tray containing a teapot, a plate of cookies, and various jugs of what seemed to be cream and honey.

"Ginger tea I believe for this conversation?" Queried the Headmaster with a smile.

Draco elegantly accepted the steaming cup offered to him, and settled back into his chair, sipping occasionally as the Headmaster began.

"My dear boy, down to more grave matters I am afraid. I have been given information on the whereabouts of Lucius." Intoned Dumbledore.

Instantly Draco stiffened at the name. He waved a seemingly uncaring slender hand for the aged wizard to continue.

"He has been last spotted in France. At your first cousins' Manor I do believe." Continued the Headmaster.

After his initial anger at the mention of Lucius the blonde now frowned in confusion. He arched a wary eyebrow at the elderly wizard. "And what precisely, does this have to do with me? You know better than anyone else, less my Mother, that I am no longer allowed to grace any Malfoy property."

Dumbledore placed his cup and saucer onto his desk. Considering Draco over his now arched fingers his eyes lit up into a soft expression as he spoke quietly. "We have uncovered some rather, surprising, shall I say, news considering yourself."

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Ginny was still bristling with uncontrolled anger as she stomped around her rooms, irritably stuffing various items into random drawers.

"That stupid, insufferable ferret, here! Here of all places." Her delicate features creased into a grimace as she moaned, "Oh why me?"

She sighed placing her yellow cloak into her pine wardrobe. She attempted to pull out the creases that had formed from being packed in her trunk she had used at Hogwarts as a student little more than four months ago.

She flopped onto her unmade four poster, silently promising to finish unpacking the next morning, after all she had a month before the new term would begin for the students.

Gazing up at the canopy that surrounded her bed she began humming slightly recalling fond memories of her time in the castle as a student.

Her graduation ball had been one of the splendid balls she had attended, with ice sculptures littering the great hall, moving occasionally to new positions to entertain passer-bys.

She had been wearing a beautiful bronze dress, her red curls piled atop her head, a few hanging loose to frame her face. She sighed, remembering the months of Saturdays in Hogsmede she had worked in Fred and Georges joke shop that had become quite popular, even capturing more customers than Zonkos, to save the money for the dress.

Rolling over onto her side Ginny gave a half smile to the bedpost, thinking that she would now earn a regular wage, and work for the most prestigious wizard, at something she enjoyed. Her smile grew as her eyes drooped sleep claiming her weary form.

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Author Notes:

::Grins:: The plot bunny got the best of me! Updates may be a little slower; I'll try to update one fic each Saturday, so you get a regular update!

I'm sorry if there are any errors in this chapter I'm still beta-less!

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