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Summary: Chapter I: In which Ginny meets an old friend, has the worst day of her life, meets Draco Malfoy again for the first time in three years, and goes to her job. (Not what you'd expect.)

Author's Notes: This is my first fan fic. I love reviews. If you love this story, send me reviews. I will love you. I love Draco too. Hehe. This story is T or PG13 for language :O, violence :), and cough 'You'll find out, won't you?' cough.

Chapter I: Screwed (OR Let's just call it 'A Bad Day', shall we?)

"How may I help you?"

"I'm here for my appointment Adams. Here's a heads up; Take off the fake grin and meet me in my office. I want you in there at five sharp. Got it?"

"Yes Virginia- Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley. How impolite of me. I do apologize Miss Weasley."

That foul woman is standing behind my old desk. I practically took her under my wing and she still makes fun of my relationship status? I just broke up with my boyfriend and she has the right nerve to call me by my mistaken name!

"Contrary to foolish belief… I mean popular belief, no offence, my name is Ginevra. Not Virginia. If you had been checking my files and actually doing your job you would know that by now." Ginny said snidely as she adjusted the position of her footing. "Now, I want a cup of coffee at my desk five till. It better not be cold like your attitude. If you can do that you might even be allowed to show up at work tomorrow! Good day to you, Mrs. Adams."

Ginny gruffly turned around and massaged her temple as she walked down the hall, her heels clicking and robes billowing behind. She hadn't meant to be so mean to her own secretary, but she had had a horrid morning. She wasn't going to be pushed around by anybody today, even by Adams.

It wasn't as thought Adams' words didn't hurt. It was just plain and simple that ever since Ginny had applied for a job at the Ministry her family had been nervous about Ginny settling down or becoming another Percy. She was only twenty one!

Ginny stopped at two large mahogany doors and pulled them apart with great strength. This day was not getting any better, and she needed to get away from her boss.

"Hello, Ginevra!" Came the hearty greeting of a thin man sitting in a matching mahogany chair that was complete with matching desk. Mr. Thomas Howard was a man of quality and persistence. He was one step lower on the pedestal lower than Colin Creevey who was now the Minister of Magic. It had come as a shock and a blow to the stomach to all.

"Spare me, Cretin, and tell me why you called me in on my day off!" Ginny shouted as she pulled the clamp out of her hair and unraveled her bun. Her fiery red hair was now down to her mid back.

"I have work for you, Ginny." Thomas smirked as he took a heavy sip from his mug.

"What type of work?" she asked. A curiosity was burning inside Ginny's senses and she knew this was a big assignment. This would be the one she had been waiting for.

"You have two choices. Either watch my kids for tonight or you can pick what is behind door number two."

"Two!"

"Alright. We have a Death Eater that wants to convert. Are you up to the challenge of this undercover assignment? It will earn you your Auror badge."

"Yes! Who is it then?"

"Ginny you know that this will be hard work. I just hope you're ready to take on this challenge. You might not like him." Thomas said as he summoned Ginny tea and picked up his paper.

"Who is it?" Ginny asked with a hint of bitterness in her tone.

"Colin told me that you would do anything for your wings. That badge means the world to you, doesn't it?"

"Who the hell is it?" Ginny exclaimed.

"I don't think I should tell you just yet…" Mr. Thomas said as he slicked back his black hair and took another sip of the rancid liquid.

"Look, Tommy! I've had a very challenging day. Boot dumped me, I almost broke my arm because somebody did not dry the floor or even warn me, I had to fight with my secretary, I am not getting enough pay to feed a house elf, and Terry had the nerve to tell me that I wasn't his type and that his mother did not like me! I am sick of being treated like shite from you, and I demand that I get a weeks vacation off!"

"Name the Slytherin Death Eaters from your school days."

"Rookwood, Nott, Avery, Parkinson, Crabbe, Goyle, Bulstrode…" Ginny said quickly and then thought more.

"Who else?"

"Gregore, Burns, Wadkiln, Malfoy, Jacoby… Damn it! I can't think of anymore."

"You called?" Came a drawling voice and an aristocratic face popped into the fireplace. Draco Malfoy's head was smirking at Ginny.

She almost exploded in the literal sense.

"No. I. Will. Not. Help. Mr. Malfoy." Ginny said, trying to calm her anger.

"Please, Miss Weasley, Mr. Malfoy is my father." Draco smirked again.

"I don't give a rat's two faced arse what in the hell your damn name is. You'll always be The Amazing Bouncing Ferret to me."

"Ah, our school days. You have matured a lot." Draco rolled his eyes and then raised his eyebrows. "Though I do suppose you always did keep a place in your heart for me."

That'll piss her off!

He winked at me bloody bas-

"You will complete this assignment, Weasley. I will not have you yelling at your future co-worker like this."

"Then I resign. Send Murray, Wodkins, Smith, or yourself to help him. I will not stand for this!"

"I am giving you no choice! Either complete the mission or I give your brothers your position. Your apartment is being paid for and you need not worry."

"Damn you!" Ginny said as she watched Malfoy raise his eyebrows and smirk.

"Does that mean yes? I have an appointment later on this evening and you have to help me take care of some business." Malfoy told Thomas.

"Don't hurt her or touch her. I swear to Merlin that I will rip you a new one."

"Right you are. Ready to go, Weasel?" Malfoy asked.

"Go where, Ferret?"

"To my place. You and I have undercover work to do. You might as well pack a few boxes." Draco said and he smirked once again.

"I hate you!" Ginny shrieked at Thomas as she gave Malfoy a very rude hand gesture from behind her back and ignored Malfoy as he said: "Is that all you think about now, Weasley?"

"Yes, you have to move in with him. I gave you both a set of directions written down in these envelopes. I will send them over by owl, and I wish the two of you the best of luck. You are to help him out, Ginevra, and you have to sever old alliances. Floo to Mr. Malfoy's, Ginny."

Disobeying her boss, Ginny appaparated and ended up wishing she had stayed in bed that morning.

Ginny banged on the door to the Malfoy manor and fumed when he did not come to the door.

She banged harder and was about to bang again while he opened the door.

"You look nice," Draco sneered, leaning against the door's edge.

Ginny looked down and examined herself. She was wearing a pair of black high heels and a pair of jeans that looked to be too big on her. Her shirt was dressy and was covered by a leather jacket that was covered in slashes and holes. Her hair was tied into a very sloppy knot and was flying in her face.

"Piss off!" Ginny yelled at him, knocking him almost off his feet as she shoved the door and barged inside, luggage floating behind her.

Ginny automatically hustled her way into the kitchen and sat down by the breakfast nook, hearing an annoying ferret traveling after her.

Ginny noticed the curious sneer on his face out of the corner of her eye. Ignoring him, Ginny took out her muggle lap top, complete with magical protection. She had passed by enough rules to bring it to work and she kept all her files on it. In fact, she had a file on every Death Eater; where they lived, their age, wizard protection number, and more information than she needed.

She opened it and turned it on. The first page that came on was a page warning her about the memory limit. She would add more on it later.

She noticed Draco clear his throat many times and chose to ignore him. That would be her obvious plan of action until the day she left and got her badge. Wouldn't it be ironic, if the same day that she got her badge, she was killed? All this putting up with ferret's arse would be-

"Excuse me, inbreed. What are you doing in my kitchen? How did you find it?" He asked her, a scowl on his face.

"I stalk you, Malfoy, what else? Oh, and by the way, I wouldn't call anyone an inbreed if I were you."

"Funny," he said with mock sarcasm. "Really, how did you find it so quickly? And why wouldn't I call anyone an inbreed?"

"I hacked into the ministry's database, and I now have the blueprints to your house. Trust me, I've studied them before. As for the inbreed thing, I have your family tree.. It goes in a Celtic knot. If you were to really analyze it, you'd realize that your uncle Rhudolphus is now married to your third cousin. Bella and he haven't technically married lawfully either."

"Nice, Weasel. Now, tell me, what is my grandfather's sister's birthday?"

"That would be your great aunt. She is married to William Gregorian Malfoy. She was born on March fifteenth, 1936, am I correct?"

When Malfoy didn't answer, Ginny smirked to herself.

"You can't beat me, Malfoy. I know everything about your kind-"

"And I you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ginny asked angrily, stopping her typing.

"I know a lot more about your family and you than you think I do."

"Like what? Hit me with your best shot." Ginny challenged, sticking her chin into the air.

"You are very insecure about your mother's old age. She still worries about you. About how you take pleasure in killing my friends. She doesn't like your job. Precious Harry Potter lives with your mother. You hate going home. You hate your secretary, your boss, and you loathe my father. I still remember when you showed up at his funeral. Your insecurities will get the best of you someday…" Draco trailed off, smirking.

"Is that a threat?"

"No. It's a promise."

Ginny suddenly rose out of her chair, the legs scraping and making a large creak. Ginny took her wand out of her pocket in a flash and pointed it at Malfoy's throat.

Malfoy smirked again. "You do not have the couth to do it."

"Are you sure you want to test me?" Ginny asked him, anger rising in her voice.

"Are you willing to let me have a go?" Malfoy laughed at her.

"You son of a -"

"Careful, Red. You're treading on dangerous ground. I think you should go wash up and start dinner."

"START DINNER? WHO DO YOU THINK I AM? GO TO HELL!"

Draco looked at her with a shocked look on his face as she turned around and stormed to Merlin only knows where.

"I'm already there… Blasted woman."

Ginny found a spare guest room in his luxurious manor. She didn't care if it wasn't her room. She piled in her luggage and took a look around. As much as she hated to admit it, it was definitely nicer than her flat.

Ginny carefully took a look around the room and got out the terms and conditions of this assignment. She began to read and plopped herself onto her queen sized four poster that was decorated in jade velvet.

"Rule number forty six," she read aloud, "You must notify the other person of where you are at all times. This is in correspondence with rule number fifty seven- Oh, screw this!"

Ginny began to get ready for her second job. She had figured out awhile ago that if you were to work at the ministry, a back up plan was needed.

Ginny went to a suitcase and pulled out her work clothes. She had already showered before coming and took the knot out of her hair and it traveled down her back. She put a waving charm on her hair to give it more volume and began to put on rouge and other makeup. Ginny had mastered the art of slipping on heels and putting on mascara at the same time.

She finished with grooming her face and zipped up her knee high boots. She pulled on her plain black skirt and carefully avoided smudging her makeup while pulling her blouse over her head. She pulled it fully down and loosened the top three buttons. She looked strangely sophisticated and yet- Deciding she was showing too much, Ginny buttoned a button up.

She grabbed her purse and exited the room, going into the main hall. She turned around to look in the main sitting area and saw Draco, playing chess with himself.

She rolled her eyes and took a step to the door, her heels clicking. As soon as she opened the wide oak door, he spoke.

"Where do you think you're going, Weasley? Have you forgotten about rule ninety six?" Malfoy turned to smirk at her and she kept her jaw from dropping in anger.

"To work," Ginny said exasperatedly.

"This is your job now. You work for me."

"Correction, you do not own me and therefore I do not work for you. I have to go to my job." Ginny picked her leather jacket off from the coat rack and watched his reaction.

"You have two jobs? Who else would hire you?" He sneered.

'He fricken'- ARGH!' she mentally screamed.

"Yes. Answer to question two, my friend Luna."

"Lovegood? That loon? And where pray tell do you work?" He stood up, a hard covered book in his hand.

"The Howler. And for the next question you're going to ask, yes, it is a bar. I have to work there because pay from training is not enough for a pixie to live on. Yes, I am the manager. Luna is the owner. And no, I didn't pick the name. I work there until eleven. I start there at six. On the weekends I work there from five to nine. The rest of my time is spent in training or practice. And no, you are not coming with me. If your friends get the feeling to kill you, just remember: It's your own damn fault. And yes, for your next comment, I paid for this outfit myself, and yes, I know that I'm a bit itchy."

And with that, Ginny went out and shut the door, offended that he would call her friend a loon.

"I'll take a Screaming Banshee," said a dark customer. His voice was low and rich. He had a dark appearance, his brown, almost black, hair braided into a hair tail. He had his eyebrow pierced above his left eye. Despite this, he was very handsome and was a regular at The Howler.

Ginny knew him personally.

"Nice, Raleigh." Ginny began to fill a shot glass with a putrid liquid. She then added a shot of Dragon Breath and placed it in front of him.

Not saying anything, he slid ten galleons onto the bar desk.

"Did you start drinking before you got here? You know your drink is only one galleon and two sickles…" Ginny asked him, looking at the money.

"No, I didn't start drinking before I came here. Yes, I know this bar top from bottom. It's a tip, Weasley." He proceeded to smirk that looked uncannily like Malfoy's. That and he called her Weasley-

"Yes, but this is too much. You do know that I don't make this much money in an hour don't you? You shouldn't waste it on me." she said, shoving the galleons that were not part of the pay back.

"Why do you think I come here just about every night?" He asked her, smirk not ceasing.

"I-" She didn't want to answer. A blush slowly crept up her neck, reddening her features. She gave a small smile and brushed a lock of hair away.

He pushed the galleons back and grinned. "Oi, Lovegood!" he yelled.

"Yes?" Luna answered. It didn't really sound like a question. Things never did with Lovegood.

Luna made her way toward the two after finishing up with a customer with a large black robe.

"Think this little lovely would like to go shopping in Diagon Alley with me?" He asked, his grin widening.

"I 'spose. Who is it then?" Luna asked, smiling.

"Lovegood-" Ginny warned.

"Gin, here? Think Malfoy would like that?" Luna asked him, eyes twinkling. She then looked at Ginny with a fake doubtful look.

"Malfoy? That boy I went to school with? The biggest prat I've ever met? We were both in Slytherin. I in my seventh year and he in his sixth. Nasty little bugger." Raleigh commented, still looking at Ginny.

"Yeah, I'm living with him. Will that be a problem?" Ginny smirked, leaning over the bar counter.

"No- Not at all. So, you'll consider?" He asked her, grey eyes shining with laughter.

"You actually trust her with Malfoy?" Luna asked, eyes wide and mouth open.

"Shut up, Lovegood. Of course. Don't tell that loon of an owner, though. I'm not supposed to date the customers." Ginny winked and flicked Luna on the arm.

After talking with Raleigh White for what seemed like hours (it was :P), serving customers, and cleaning up the bar, Ginny arrived at the manor at four in the morning. She had finally learned what Raleigh's last name was, his age, and what he did for a living. He was twenty three and worked as a dragon tamer across Britain and Europe. Ginny almost laughed and asked him if he knew Charlie Weasley. He said he did, they were actually good friends and had met in Romania while Raleigh had gone for training there. There was something about piercings, leather, and pony tails that dragon trainers took fondly of.

Ginny had invited Luna over but she had declined, saying that Draco Malfoy had bashed the Quibler and that had been enough for her. Ginny shrugged and told Luna that she wouldn't be at work tomorrow. She was too tired and would sleep in. She still hadn't eaten dinner yet but had only had a fizzy drink from the bar. Ginny was an addict to caffeine.

Before she had arrived at the manor, she had counted the money that she had earned that evening. She had roughly sixty one galleons, thirteen sickles, and eleven knuts. That equaled out to be the most money she had made on a non busy night.

Ginny took it into her own account to try and be as quiet as she could (or however much she willed herself to be) so that Draco wouldn't be mad when he found her waltzing into the foyer. She did try and even had enough common sense to take off her boots before she even got in the door. Ginny swung her money bag with apprehension and smiled to herself. Thomas was paying for her apartment and she had no bills!

Ginny walked into the main sitting area and sat down on a large leather couch. Its blackness contrasted beautifully with the metallic sheens of the coins that she had dumped on it. Smiling with glee, she took a handful of coins and piled them into her purse.

"Looks like Weasley finally got herself some gold," Came a voice.

Ginny expected it to be Malfoy, but what she saw shocked her.

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