A/N: Just an interesting idea.

"Well, Ms. Weasley, I believe that would conclude our interview. And after reviewing your resume and responses I'd like to offer you the job." The woman's eyes crinkled at the corners of her eyes when she smiled.

"Thank you, Mrs. Uldar. This is exactly what I needed." Ginny smiled at the personal secretary of the sole owner of Malfoy Incorporated. When she pictured Malfoy's secretary, she thought of blonde hair and long legs. So when Helga Uldar walked in with her older, rounder appearance and offered her the top secretarial position available in the company, she was shocked, and happy. Shaking the older woman's hand she smiled. "I can start in two weeks."

…Two weeks later…

"Ron! It's not that big of a deal."

"You'll be working for the Ferret. He's been nothing but rotten since we met him!"

Ginny rolled her eyes in annoyance. "I know that, Ronald, but I'm just a secretary, and he's the owner of the whole bloody company. It's not like he's going to be paying attention to one unimportant secretary."

"You're going to be his personal secretary. He's going to make you clean his flat, and walk his dog, and expect to be able to shag you on his bloody marble desk whenever he chooses." Ron bellowed, looking rather nauseous. Ginny glared.

"You're over-reacting. Isn't he, Hermione? Malfoy wouldn't dream of letting me in his flat much less on his desk. Besides Ron, I need this job. I need the money, or I'll lose my own shabby flat, and he pays better then any other job offered."

"But Gin—!"

"Stop it, Ron," Hermione interjected, "Ginny's right, you're over-reacting. I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Thanks, Hermie." Ginny smiled at her best friend. "I'm taking this job whether you like or not, the least you could do is be supportive. After all, it's not like you offered to help me get a job in your department at the Ministry." She sniffed.

Ron had the grace to look a little bashful at that. "Alright, but I still don't like the idea of you working for the Ferret. At least you gave me a little time to get use to the idea before starting, right? When do you start?"

It was Ginny's turn to look sheepish. "Tomorrow."

…The next day…

Ginny examined her appearance in her mirror for the tenth time before deciding she was ready. With her simple white button up shirt, a plaid vest, knee-length skirt and Mary-Jane shoes complete with stockings, she was sure she professional and in no way giving the wrong impression. Sure it was a little school-girlish, but not in the slutty kind-of-way.

Grabbing her bag, she locked her apartment and headed for the apparition point nearby.

…

Ginny sat at her new desk, admiring her luck at acquiring this position. Her large, black desk was on the top floor of the Malfoy Incorporated. The whole floor consisted of only three rooms: the entrance lobby, where her desk is located right across from the elevator, a business room to the left— of course the company had several, but of all the board rooms she'd seen on her tour, this one was the most grand, complete with a great slab of smooth black marble as the table, more then a dozen stuffed recliners, and a magnificent view— and to the right was Malfoy's own personal office—a man she still had yet to see.

The best part is that since she had yet to actually see Malfoy, it felt like she had her own personal floor. All the secretaries on the main floor dealt with phone calls and visitors, she was only responsible for phone calls and visitors who were important enough to come to Mafloy directly.

Which, thankfully, were few. Right as she leaned back in her chair to relax, because there was really nothing else to do unless her boss or a client came in, the elevator doors opened. She snapped up and smiled brightly, prepared to assist her first customer, when Draco Lucius Mafloy strode through the doors.

"Call that French restaurant Duex and tell them I'll need a table for three for lunch this afternoon at 2. I'll need you to confirm the appointment I have with the Head Goblin of Gringotts here at 11:30 to discuss my account, and please have the head of Delloure Enterprises on my phone in 10 minutes." All this was said in the 10 seconds it took him to cross the lobby to his own personal office. "You get all that, Olga?"

"Umm, I'm not Olga." Ginny spoke quietly, feeling awkward for even having to tell him this. He stopped at his office door and looked at her for the first time.

"Weasley." He hadn't said it as an insult, so she tried not to let herself be offended, even as he stood there staring at her in something akin to shock before after a very long moment he cleared his throat. "What are you doing here? Where's Olga?"

Ginny tried to force her voice to work, but it didn't seem to want to cooperate. And who could blame it? Draco Malfoy looked nothing like she remembered him. At school he was pointy, thin, awkward and still unbelievably arrogant and immature.

Now he was… well, delicious. His once-pointy face had matured enough to look dashing, he had a broad chin, perfect bone structure, and his eyes were like liquid silver. His blonde hair was immaculate, and the perfectly tailored suit did nothing to hide his trim, lean form. Ginny tried not to stare but knew if she continued checking Malfoy out, she'd start drooling all over his shiny black leather shoes.

"Mrs. Uldar's last day of her two weeks was yesterday. She hired me to take over for her." She hoped she sounded calm and capable, but judging by his skeptical expression he didn't look too convinced. "She already gave me the tour and trained me on the extent of my duties this morning, so I'm all set."

"Humph" was his only response as he critically gave her a once over. She felt her face flush in embarrassment as he took in her school girl shoes, her long, worn pleated skirt, and her rumpled, oversized plain white shirt. All in all, next to him, it was like trying to compare a peasant to a Greek God. When his eyes finally made it back to hers, he looked on the verge of sneering or smirking. He did neither.

"Listen here, Virginia—"

"—Ginerva."

"—if Olga thought you can pull off this job, then I have no doubt you can. But as an employee, how you appear reflects the image of my company as well. So if you want to dress like that when you teach Sunday school, be my guest, but don't come in here looking like a student or a nun to meet my important clients, at least try to look presentable to the public."

If her face was flushed before, now it was burning with unbridled humiliation. "Both schools and churches are respectable operations, so it couldn't hurt to have a least one person reflecting this image on your company."

"True as that may be, the fact remains that I run neither, and I don't expect my employees to dress as such." With the conversation ended to his satisfaction, he entered his office, not once looking back at her. "And I need Delloure on the phone in…" he checked his watch, "four minutes." And he closed his door behind him, leaving her to seethe alone.

…

As soon as Ginny arrived back at her flat she tore off the offending garments and ransacked her dresser for something the Ferret would deem good enough to meet his "important clients." Just the memory of the way that stupid goblin from Gringotts sneered at her once he took in her appearance made her blood boil all over again.

Throwing the last of her clothes into piles on the floor, she screamed in frustration. The bloody bastard, with his bloody insult. "At least TRY to look presentable!" She mocked. She'd show HIM "presentable!"

Throwing on a robe, she Flooed Hermione.

"Hermione, we need to go shopping. It's an emergency."

A/N: As strange as it is for me, I'm actually writing with a plot! I know! GASP It may not be fun yet, but it's gonna get fun soon, and every story has to have a beginning, even if it is a boring one. None the less, I'd still love it if you'd review, but I won't update story until I know you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.