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Chapter 1- Ginny's bright idea

Ginny Weasley was sitting in her desk, filing. When her eyes came across a bank statement, Ginny frowned and put it aside, she had a policy, if she didn't know what it was she didn't mess with it until all her work was done, then she could go around investigating it.

"Uuuuuuh!" She yelled in frustration and slumped back on her seat, she looked up at the clock, it's only eleven fifteen! How was that possible? "Who am I kidding? I hate this place!" Just then her intercom buzzed and she pressed the button, "yes, Mr. Mentis?"

"Ginny could you come in my office for a second?" His gruff voice asked.

"Of course Mr. Mentis." She said and hated herself; whenever she spoke to him she was this overly cheerful person that just wasn't her. She stood up and walked over to his office smoothing down her robes and buttoning them up to the very top even though it was slightly uncomfortable. She opened the door and walked in confidently smiling.

"Ginny have you finish that filing?" He asked.

"No sir, I was just working on that." She said, her smile faltering as she waited to see what he wanted.

"That's okay. Can you come up to my desk?" He said with a faraway look in his eyes as if he was contemplating something serious, she walked up to the desk, nervous, something didn't seem right. "Sit down." She sat carefully folding her legs at the ankles and making sure that no part of her legs could be seen. "I've been evaluating your work and it is excellent."

"Thank you sir." She said smiling genuinely.

"I was thinking you need a raise." He said standing up and pacing to the other side of the room; she turned her head to keep eye contact. "Unfortunately there is one area that you seem to be having trouble with." He said walking towards her and placing his hands on either side of her chair, she sat back trying to get away from him.

"What area sir?" She asked knowing the minute she said it, it was the wrong thing.

"Ginny," he began raising his hand to her face, but he never got a chance to finish because in the seconds it took for him to raise his hands, she had pulled out her wand and cast the Bat-Bogey Hex. "Aaaaaaaaah!" He yelled falling back.

She stood up angrily and walked over to where he lay in the ground trying to smack the bogeys away. He was about to roll away when she lifted up her robes and placed her right foot on his throat. "You're staying right here, because I have a few things to say." She said enjoying this, her scarlet heels on his neck looked so cool, she'd seen it in a movie that Hermione had taken her to see once and it was empowering. "You are a fecking bastard. You- aaaaah, you know I had a whole speech worked for the day I quit, but I can't remember one fecking bit of it, so- I quit!" She said removing her foot from his throat and using it to kick his stomach.

She then stomped out of the office grabbed her handbag from a drawer in her desk and stomped out of the building. She stopped just outside the door, surprised by the fact that even though she'd been working there for almost two years she didn't have any personal belongings there, it's almost as if I'd known from the very beginning I wouldn't be there long. She looked around and walked into a side alley and apparated to The Leaky Cauldron. She handed Tom a Knut and he gave her a pinch of floo powder. She stomped over to the fireplace and dropped it in and yelled, "The Athenaeum," then stuck her head in, "Hermione!"

"Ginny!" Hermione came running into the room where the fireplace was, "is everything okay?"

"Yes, come to The Leaky Cauldron!" Ginny said and pulled her head from the fire, "Why?" She heard Hermione yell.

She threw herself in a chair close to the fire, about five minutes later Hermione came out of the fire looking a little queasy, "I'll never get used to those things."

Ginny stood up grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the back of the bar, and then to the wall in the back.

"Ginny, would you mind explaining what this is all about?"

"We are having lunch," she said moving into Diagon Alley, it still pained her to look around and see all the new shops. The last battle had almost completely destroyed it and after they had won they had rebuilt, but it had lost its charm, the new buildings seemed out of place. She walked briskly down the street ignoring everyone even when they were directly in her path, causing several people to have to jump out of the way. Hermione walked behind her apologizing to everyone.

They finally reached a small diner called Potter's Place and Ginny began to enter it.

"We aren't supposed to go in there," Hermione said stopping in the street.

"I know that's exactly why we are going in; none of my brothers are bound to stumble in randomly." Ginny said and walked in, Hermione followed looking defeated.

After settling in with a menu, guilt finally set in. Harry was currently in the middle of a legal battle with the restaurant in order to get it to change its name and décor. It had been going on for about two years now, all that Harry had achieved so far was to get the owner to change his last name as well as his wife and children's to Potter. Harry even prohibited all of the family and all of his friends to come to the restaurant as that could be seen as supporting the enemy.

Ginny could see why Harry disliked this restaurant; the walls were covered in murals depicting his years at Hogwarts, although they had obviously been changed recently as he was blonde and not wearing any glasses. On one bulletin near the front there were news clippings about Harry.

"Ginny what is this all about?" Hermione asked finally.

"Now, don't give me a lecture," Ginny said cringing, "but I quit my job."

"How can I help you ladies?" The waiter asked having just walked up to the table.

Ginny saw Hermione closed her mouth and looked upset, she had obviously been about to yell at her, "I love you," she said to the waiter and he looked taken aback. "I'm sorry," she said and proceeded to order.

When the waiter left with their orders Hermione looked much more controlled, "what happened?"

"He as much as told me that if I didn't fuck him he wouldn't give me my raise, a raise I deserved, I raise I should have gotten regardless, as it was in my contract. He made to touch me!" She exclaimed.

"Well, if you were dressed like that…" Hermione said gesturing towards Ginny's robes. While she had been waiting in The Leaky Cauldron she had undone the buttons of her robes quite a bit, from the knee down and enough in the neck area to reveal cleavage.

"I wasn't dressed like this at work, all the buttons were done up." She said.

"Well, it is a bit tight up top," she said.

"It's what differentiates them from men's robes! My wardrobe isn't the point, he's a married man, and that wasn't the first time he'd made a pass. Besides, you're just jealous because you are as fat as a house."

"I'm pregnant!" Hermione said indignantly, just as the waiter came with their food.

"Besides that wasn't why I asked you to lunch." She ignored Hermione's snort and continued, "I was storming out of the building I work at- worked at- when I saw Lavender Brown," she also chose to ignore Hermione's scowl, "except she's Lavender Venable, now because she married that Richard Venable guy."

"He's seventy-three!" Hermione exclaimed.

"I know, but he's rich and that got me thinking," she ignored the sceptical look Hermione gave her, "that's the life; she doesn't have to do anything! That's the job for me, legal prostitution."

"You're moving to the Netherlands?" Hermione asked looking at her like she'd grown two heads.

"No," Ginny said as if Hermione's suggestion were preposterous. "I'm getting married."

"I'm not a prostitute!" Hermione said indignant.

"That's because you work and Ron works, it's a partnership," she said and saw that Hermione looked appeased, "I mean to lie about and do nothing, maybe give the guy an heir or two."

Hermione continued to look at her like she'd grown another head, actually maybe four or five more heads.

A/N: This has absolutely nothing to do with The Hogwart's Common Room. An athenaeum is a place of learning or a library. I thought it fit Hermione to name her home something so obscure and to do with books.