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About Love

By: SilverFangedTiger

Disclaimer: {sniff} alright, I don't own Harry, Hermione, Ron or Ginny... {sighs} ok ok fine! I don't own Draco either. Hmpf. {pout} But, {beams} if anyone would like to give him to me I'd gladly appreciate it!

Summary: {Gin/Drac}{Lime/Romance/Humor} Draco Roarke Malfoy is one of the richest most respected men in London, England. Ginny Minivera Weasely of Sedringham, England is a simple woman who works as a Interior Decorator and Consultant. She's every thing he's not and he's every thing she doesn't want. Will two separate worlds meld into one?

JD: well then...this is a new installment. To see ALL my many new installments go see my Bio page peoples!

Draco: {ahem!}

JD: what?

Draco: Isn't there something about my middle name you should refer to?

Ginny: our middle names...

JD: {blinks} huh? OH! You mean Roarke and Minivera? {Draco and Gin nod} ah... what's wrong with them?

Draco: you mean other than the fact they aren't real?

JD: OOOOOOOO! Yea! That too! I made up Roarke and Minivera as their middle names, I don't know if it's their real names though...so...yea! Well let's get this rolling!

Diagon Alley. A vibrant, busy place. Stores pressed against each other, welcoming money spending patrons. Small tots teetered along side they're mums. Looking curiously this way and that. Making the futile attempt and trying to drag their mum's into candy shops they weren't supposed to frequent no matter how sweet the tooth.

While older teens and the like, rushed away from mum at first chance. And into their stores, paying absolutely no heed to the calling and the beating they were risking.

Centering in on one particular shop, Three Broomsticks, where a petite red head who laughed and reminisced with friends and family. "Oh Fred you were horrid." Ginny Weasely smiled none the less.

"Least I had fun, eh?" Fred Weasely, twin to George Weasely, both big brothers to Ronald Weasely and Ginny Weasely. But baby brothers to Percy Weasely, Charlie Weasely and Bill Weasely. {Jesus somebodies parents were busy during the school year...}

"Yeah, fun driving the teachers mad." Harry retorted cynically. Ah, Harry Potter, dark brown hair, angel winged shoulder blades, blue-green eyes. Same old Harry. Messy haired and all. "Bet they had a party when you two left."

Both Fred and George frowned. "Nah man, it was more like we had a party for gettin' away from em'." George corrected with a smile. Both him and Fred sharing a high five.

"I still don't know how you passed your N.E.W.T.s and O.W.L.s." Hermione came ambling in with on hand clutched a bottle of water and the other holding her son's hand. Tugging him along side the bar. "Ron..." a moment passed no answer. "Ron!"

"AH! What?!" Ron jumped out his seat. Looked around wildly. Stuffing a hand threw his hair he shook himself. "Damn spiders..."

"Watch your language and take your son!" Hermione chided while Harry laughed. She leaned back against the counter. "Ooo my." she exhaled a big breath patting her poking stomach. "This better be a girl after what I'm going threw."

Ginny snorted. "Do we women ever get what we want?"

"Hey!" Ron snapped. "Us men are always tryin' to live up to you're expectations!"

"Yeah!" Fred joined. "With you're make up, clothes and bills out the wahzoo!" Ginny fisted a hand on her hip. "We get clothes and make up for men! Duh!"

"Yeah," Hermione snapped as she walked/waddled over to Ron to give him a good smack up the head. "Oh really?!" George quirked a brow. "And what are the bills for?"

Ginny shrugged a shoulder. "Just to piss you off." Harry laughed. "Oh yeah, what women love to do." He took a swig of his fire whisky.

Hermione grinned. "Because it's easy and there's nothing better to do." she looked down at Ron. "Specially this one." she pointed a finger down at Ron. "Hey!" "See?" Hermione laughed as Ginny shook her head. "Ron you've always been easily provoked."

"Jeez, everyone's after me today." he sulked as his son bounced on his knee. "Chocolate!"

Ginny and Harry laughed as Hermione glared at Ron. "Ron," dangerously low. "Have you been giving him Candy?" Ron grinned and put on an unconvincing innocent look. "I didn't do a thing!" Hermione arched a menacing eyebrow. "Suuure."

"Nah man," Harry waved his hand at Ron then put his FirWhisky down. "It goes like this." Harry tried his best but scoffed. "Shit I'm wasted."

Ron laughed but Hermione glared. "How many times do I have to tell you men to watch your language around my son!" she scooped up said boy and carried him off. "Cake!" "Yea yea, I hear ya."

Ginny grinned. "So cute."

Harry stood and stretched. "Ah, Imma head home gal." he smiled and pecked Ginny on the cheek. "See ya fred, george. And Ron... try not to throttle anyone who looks at Hermione."

"Shut up." Ron griped with a smile.

Ginny got up the next morning, stretched lazily and walked over to her rusty drawers. She grasped her wand and waved it over the crisp suit. She looked down with a smile. "Hey, it worked this time."

"And how long have you been perfecting that one?"

"GAH!" Ginny jumped a clear foot off her carpet and aimed her wand at her fireplace. "Dammit mum!"

Molly laughed merrily. "Sorry dear, I still enjoy doing that once in a while. Anyway, ooo guess what I heard?"

Ginny sighed. "More gossip eh?" she laughed as Molly scowled. "Just joking mum, continue." Ginny fished out her brush and ran if threw her hair idly as she listened to her mom go on about her gossip.

"Yea so Maggie... Gin.. GINNY!"

"What?" Ginny asked innocently as she looked at her mum threw the mirror. Molly sighed. "I guess I can't gossip with you, my only daughter." then she shrugged. "That's what Marge is for. Anyway, yeah dear how come you didn't tell me you were getting a new boss! You used to always share you're work with me!"

Ginny's brush fell with a loud clang. "Say what?!" Ginny wheeled around to the fireplace only to see Molly frown. "You didn't know?"

"NO!" Ginny cried. "Where'd you hear this?!"

"Ah, Carly Sue, the girl down the road by Joyce, woman has a great casserole, I want to learn the re-"

"Mum!" Ginny whined. "What?" Molly pouted. "Man, I really can't gossip with you." Ginny narrowed her eyes at her mum. "Mum, where did you hear I was getting a new boss, ah?" She scowled when she heard a loud crack that sounded around the room of her mothers humble abode.

"Oh! My word!" Molly exclaimed with a smile as her head poked back into the green flames. "Ginny, Ginny dear, the girls are here for a little chat," molly said without even looking at her daughter but at one of the friends who apparently came in and was the loud crack. "I'll have to floo you later, ta now!"

"Wait mum!" but before Ginny could even get over to the fireplace to get face to face her mother was gone. "Why you buggering old witch!" Ginny stomped her foot then grabbed her bag. "It's now 7:30 in the bloody sodding morning and I'm going to be late for work! Purrrfect!" Ginny seethed as she apparated into the office hallway.

Many witches and wizards either jumped out of the way, mostly rookies, while others just greeted her like it was a normal day-to-day basis. Then she smelt it, the distinct scent of French Vanilla coffee brewing, her favorite coffee. She was on it like a hound on a fox.

Tracing the scent, with her nose, to her bosses office she barged in. "Sorry James, smelt French Vanilla, need it. Heard you were getting a repla..." she turned to see a smug Draco Malfoy sitting on the edge of a brand new shiny mahogany desk. "You're not James..." Ginny said dumbfounded.

Malfoy quirked a brow. "Well, if it isn't Red Weasel, heard you were working here."

"Yea, I've been working here for five years, Fluffy Ferret." Ginny sneered. Taking a sip from her absolutely delicious French Vanilla coffee, glaring at him over the rim of the coffee mug. "Ah, ah." Draco clicked his tongue. "That's no way to talk to your new boss."

"Watch me." Ginny retorted without so much as a leer. But, not being able to help herself, she gave him the once over. Sleek blonde hair, now worn a bit shaggy, but still neatly primped. She could already tell he was ripped and he didn't have his suit jacket off yet.

Draco smirked widely. "Like what you see, Weasel?"

Ginny quirked a brow, her lips tugged. This might be... fun. "No, not really." Liar. "I've seen better... much better." she almost smiled, almost.

"Now, now." Draco's voice had lowered. He closed their distance. "No need to get fiery, I could fire you, you know." he tipped her chin up. "And make sure you never find work again."

"No you wouldn't." Ginny said smartly.

Draco quirked a brow. "Wouldn't I?" Ginny smirked, almost akin to his. "If you could... you would've done it years ago."

Both of his eyebrows raised. "Wow, who knew a weasel could be so cunning... you should've been in Slytherin." He started to lower his lips, oh so rosy lips, down to hers.

Panic rose in Ginny's stomach. Twisting and churning. Coming into a big lump in her throat. She swallowed unnoticeably.

Then in came Blaise. "Ah Malfoy At least save the snogging session to the third day man!" when Ginny tried to push away from Draco he grabbed the front of her pant suit's pants. Shocked when her hips collided with his. She glared up at him defiantly.

Draco slid his gaze over to Blaise. "Gin, this is Blaise, my business partner." he smirked at Blaise.

Ginny's eyes widened. "Oh no, there's two of you?!" Draco ignored her whilst Blaise frowned.

"What's happening?" Draco asked lightly tracing Ginny's choice of lacy underwear with the tip of his middle finger of the hand that had grabbed her pants. Ginny fought the blush down, ok so her choice of underwear wasn't exactly correct... bugger.

Blaise raised an eyebrow. "Is that who I think it is?" he pointed an accusing finger at Ginny, who blushed redder trying to pry Malfoy's hands off. Malfoy sent a dry look toward Blaise, Blaise almost laughing at Ginny's futile attempts.

"Is she the reason you took over this... company." Blaise gestured to Ginny as he poured himself a hot steamy cup of French Vanilla.

Draco whipped his gaze toward a shock still Ginny. My, my, Draco drawled in his mind, little Weaselett has nothing to say. "Yes. She is." Draco replied as he tipped her chin up again.

Blaise crossed over to stand facing both of them. "Ah, I'll leave you two alone."

"Mind shutting the door on your way out." the smirking Draco more than demanded than asked as his eyes stayed trained on Ginny's.

Blaise nodded as he went threw the adjoined office 'door'. Stopping short of the jam. "Yea no problem..." he trailed off as he tried find the door that wasn't there. "Ah, ok. I'll go this way." he crossed the office again and went out the front door.

"The igit could've just apparated." Ginny mumbled, taking her eyes off of Draco's.

Draco's smirk widened considerably. "Are you saying you wanted to be alone with me, Weasel?" his laugh apparent in his voice.

Ginny turned her gaze to Draco. "I'd prefer being left alone with long gone, Voldie."

Draco winced visibly. "Damn Gin. I'm not that bad..." he grinned, then leant closer to her ear. "Especially in bed." he nuzzled her neck. "Now, where were we before we were rudely interrupted."

"I can have you under for Sexual Harassment on the job, attempt and planned Sexual Assault." she grinned as he was clearly taken aback.

"You just got here." he pointed out. "Sexual Harassment on the Job won't go through-"

"I'm on the clock. That's Sexual Harassment on the job. Let's get something straight Malfoy," she slapped his hand away. "You're father may work for the Ministry Of Magic but all my brothers and my father work for them." she smirked now. "You do the math."

With that she sauntered out, French Vanilla in hand as she whistled happily. She'd busted Malfoy's balls and gotten damn good coffee out of it too. "Two birds, one stone baby." she chimed as she sat down at her desk.

Whilst Draco stood smirking in his office. "Let the games begin... Gin."

JD: DUN DUN DUN!

Draco: that was ridiculous!

JD: how?!?!

Draco: oh please! I would've had that woman {points at Ginny} eating out of the palm of my hand!!

Ginny: Would not!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Draco: would too!

JD: you'd have me eating out of the palm of your hand in no time... {laughs nervously as Ginny glares at her} what?! You said you didn't want to!

Ginny: shut up!

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