Stirring Wand

Ginny sat in Stirring Wand, located in the heart of New York City. It was common to glimpse a few witches and wizards from Britain around Salem's alley, the only hidden alley in New York. Although it's quite larger than Diagon alley, it served the purpose for a magical area for the New England states.

Most British wizarding folk were especially common in Stirring Wand, reliving a butterbeer, or perhaps fire whiskey. Just to remember how times used to be, before the second war devastated Britain. The remaining survivors could not bear to stay – lest they should remember the dead. It was averaged that over half the magical population was decimated. Simply put, no one wanted to stay in Britain.

Ginny decided to start fresh and new, away from the reminders of Bill, Percy, and Ron, and her fathers death. Her mother was still alive, but is now in Hogwarts, taking over Filch's responsibilities. Arthur's death was a big blow to her, and she could hardly work a spell that wasn't housecleaning. So at Hogwarts, all the students knew her as Mama Weasley. Which suited her just fine. It was a temporary fill for the empty void.

Harry did indeed kill Voldermort. Afterwards, he felt so free, that he became severely reckless. His once a week "break-a-rule" habit became an "at-least-once-a-day" leaving Cho, his fiancé, severely frightened. Two weeks after defeating the dark lord, he choked on a piece of food in a muggle restaurant, where he then promptly died.

Hermione was the final straw for Ginny. Hermione had become the librarian in Hogwarts, due to Madame Pince's long awaited death. Ginny rashly decided to become her assistant until she had realized her biggest mistake. Hermione was a fanatic about her books. Her precious lovely books.

Nevertheless, students had issues checking out books.

After Hermione going nutters for the 47th time, Ginny decided to put an end to everything. After coming up with a lovely list, going to America seemed like the only feasible thing to do.

Now five years after leaving Britain behind, and starting on her own life, she was truly a New Yorker. British people hardly recognized her in Stirring Wand anymore. She had definitely left the bullshit behind.

Unfortunately, not all bullshit stayed put.

A voice started behind Ginny as she was drinking her butterbeer with a shot of fire whiskey. "Pardon me, I recognize you from somewhere." It was a silky smooth American accent voice. Sounded firm and masculine.

Ginny turned around in her seat and eyed the stranger piercingly. Blonde hair. Grey eyes. Aristocratic bone structure. Definitely Draco Malfoy. Ginny inwardly smirked. "So he recognizes me. Let's see what else this pansy knows." Ginny thought. Ginny gave a small sniff. "Perhaps I do, but I do believe, it's none of your business."

The gray eyes blinked at Ginny for a moment, before a scowl appeared on his face. Apparently he learned to control his temper. "The name is Draco Malfoy. And yours?" He held out his hand for a handshake.

Ginny narrowed her eyes. "So that's why you seemed familiar. You were all over the news when the dark lord was defeated. Good thing you knew to change sides, hmmm?" Ginny said, as she gave her gloved hand to shake. No need to get her hands filthy by touching strangers.

Draco's eyes bored straight into Ginny's eyes. "Weasley." He drawled out.

"Malfoy. I'm sure high society will not appreciate you here. Why don't you toddle back home, before you make an embarrassment of yourself."

"An embarrassment of myself? Why, you were the epitome of embarrassment back in Hogwarts. Trust me, I know better than you. I have more money than you. I have more connections than you. And I have better behaviors than you." Draco said, giving his trademark smirk.

Ginny returned the smirk with her own. "I would love to reminisce about the old days, but truly, I must get going. Good luck embarrassing yourself. May I suggest you look into Romania? I'm sure you will fit right in with the wandering Gypsies. Perhaps the Albanians may suit you, and if you are lucky, they possibly will tolerate you." Ginny gave a vicious sneer.

"Not so quick little weasel. I have a proposition." Draco said, standing directly in front of Ginny, lot letting her out of her bar stool.

Ginny scoffed. "What Malfoy? Parkinson won't produce a suitable heir for you, so you killed her? Running out of pureblood options? Pathetic how the mighty have fallen. I'm sure Susan Bones is still single, so don't waste your time."

Draco's fists tightened, and a particular vein was throbbing below his jaw. "I did not kill, or ordered to have Pansy killed."

Ginny mockingly smiled. "Of course, that's what they all say. Now if you would kindly move from this lady's way."

"Not until I finish announcing this proposal. You bring me to one social function in New York high society. If I embarrass myself, you will never see me in New York again, and I will go off and live with the Robanians. If I don't embarrass myself, and the high society thinks good of me, then you have to appear on a date with me in Diagon Alley."

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "All this for one lousy date in Diagon Alley? Malfoy, it's obvious you're up to something. A cretin like you can't keep your lies opaque enough, hmmmm?"

"You have far too much bad publicity in Britain to return now. If you come with me, I will ensure the press will treat you with respect. After all, what do you have to lose?" Draco asked silkily, lightly brushing Ginny's check with the back of his manicured hand.

"Really now. What type of bad publicity do I have? Could it be as nasty as yours?" Ginny said, with a mocking laugh.

"Hardly. I must save the best for myself only, a common trait of a Malfoy. Of course you wouldn't understand that, Ice-Queen-Bitch-of-Griffyndor." Malfoy started, before looking directly into her eyes with his sharp gray orbs. "Naturally, once your Precious Potter died, there was nothing left for you there, was there? You just had to run away, like a little petrified weasel. No knight on shining armor to hide you from your nightmares anymore, is there?"

Ginny's face flickered for a moment before having the sincerity to look grave, and saddened. "You're right Draco Malfoy. Let's go have a drink where it's more... private. I am wrong in more ways than one. My car should be waiting outside."

Draco nodded, and followed Ginny out, examining her body. "For once, little red is cleaned up. And day-um she cleans up nice"

Ginny murmured something to the chauffer as he opened the door before turning to Draco. "Please don't drool, it looks absolutely atrocious on my leather seats."

Draco smirked. "Don't worry, I recognize quality when I see it. May I mention that I'm impressed that the little impoverished Weasley now has a Rolls Royce Phantom?"

Ginny answered back with a haughty tone. "Of course. Only the best for me."

Draco couldn't control the next few words out of his mouth. "How many Burrow's did you have to sell for this?"

An amused glint shone in Ginny's eyes. "Quite a few. I rather not think of those days of poverty. I'm not as wealthy or as powerful as I wish. But one day I will be. And if you act like a good little bleached puppy that you are, perhaps I might hire you to polish my shoes. Although, we would have to have a very trusting relationship before you can touch my Manolos'."

Draco choked at the audacity of her words.

"Oh dear, I forgot. Picking up scum would reflect terribly on my pr." Ginny said, as she deftly shoved him out of the moving Rolls Royce.

Then Ginny continued with her face all sweet;

"Catch me if you can."

AN: (giggles madly) puuurfect

Don't worry, I will explain Draco's... bizzare behavior in the next chapter.