Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter characters. I think I half-own Megan, Allie and Serena (the Triplets) because I made them up but Hermione's egg and Ron's sperm made them. I own Cindy though. I really truly do.

"Ah, Draco. What a pleasant surprise! On a Saturday no less." Draco glared.

Cindy had her power hungry smile on, her shuddered at the sight. He focused on her. OK, not just her, he focused on her long legs that never, ever got tangled together. He focused on her pale pink dress that was rolled up to mid-calf in attempts (this he was sure) to seduce him. He also focused on her tender brown hair that was pulled so carefully back to expose her round cleavage.

Cindy saw his eyes follow her and smiled a lazy, knowing smile. "It's all yours, just say the word..."

Draco rolled his eyes, he had heard it all before.

It was eight o'clock on a Saturday morning and he still hadn't had any coffee.

So he stole the big black mug of cafe mocha that was sitting on Cindy's desk.

"What do you want Cindy? I know you didn't call me in here for a morning chat." Draco sat in her puffy big chair.

"I'm hurt! Why wouldn't I do that..." She walked over to him, snaking her thin arms around his broad shoulders. "You're getting the contract signed." Her lips barely moved in his ear.

He had to hand it to her- Cindy could quite possibly be the sexiest person alive.

But-

"No way!" He said.

The contract? The bloody contract was the root of all evil as far as he was concerned. No one could get it signed. Without the signature of the head of the Muggle Relation Protection Bureau, the contract was void. Six people had tried, and six people had failed. It had been rewritten six times. What was the contract for? Nothing really, it was only for a permanent portkey in London. All this hassle for a portkey.

"Draco, come on! You're our best! You're our sexiest, our most cunning... you're even our best in bed." Draco smiled. At least he was getting the recognition he deserved. Even still... that contract would ruin his whole weekend! He had plans, plans to find a new, innocent toy.

"Cindy... I can't."

"Oh come now Draco..." She hugged him tighter and made her best pouty face. It turned him on. "If you don't do this, you're fired! I want you to do anything, I mean anything, to get this chick to sign it. Sleep with her if you have to. Don't come back without it signed."

And that was how twenty minutes later Draco had 300 pages of pure nothing in his hands and knocking on 40 Charring Cross Road's door.

A loud, ear bursting scream came from behind the door, then another and finally... another. Draco cowered and slowly backed away from the evil house. He wasn't quick enough, the door opened and there was the most innocent looking girl standing in the doorway.

Draco let out a soft whistle. She was hott!

The woman was nothing like Cindy; in fact she was just the opposite. Her legs were just as long but they were encased in a khaki colored skirt that ruffled below the knee. Her hair was just as tender, but it was a ginger color, hers was loose and flowing, framing her perfect, flawless, freckled filled face.

Freckles? Ginger hair?

Draco groaned. This was going to be hell.

"Weasley!" Ginny's smile dropped.

"Do I know you?" She asked. It was torture; even her voice was a turn on.

"Yes. I'm Draco Malfoy." Ginny's eyes flicked to his hair, suddenly recognizing the silvery whisps.

"Oh." She shifted her posture as it wanting to be smaller and invisible. She was now sprawled out in the doorway. It was way too sexy. "What do you want?"

"I'm the one Cindy sent to get the contract signed." She looked him over, trying to figure out if he was telling the truth or just trying to get into her apartment.

She nodded. "Come in."

Draco sidestepped something that looked oddly like a baby pacifier. His foot landed on a black bra. Smirking he picked it up, raising an eyebrow to her.

"Is this yours?"

Ginny blushed and ripped the bra from his fingers. She ran into what looked like a kitchen and stuffed the bra into the washing machine. She had a washing machine in the kitchen? This chick was weird.

Even still... Draco couldn't fight that amused feeling he had. Ginny didn't seem like the type to wear a black bra. Hell, it had little lacy flowers AND was see through. She had grown up, the last time Draco saw her, she was wearing a white sports bra... but we won't go into how he knew that.

"I'll get you tea." She mumbled as she cleared the sofa for him to sit down. "Sit."

The sofa smelled like musty lavender. It wasn't a bad smell...

"Here." She shoved a dark blue mug of steaming tea into his hands. She sat down next to him, a red mug in her hand. Her khaki skirt rose a little higher and Draco smirked into his tea. Just as he expected them to be, her legs were dazzling.

"Let's see it." Ginny sighed.

"Erm... what?" Draco was still fixed on legs. Seeing this, Ginny tugged her skirt lower. "Oh right! The contract... here." He threw the contract on the ancient coffee table and earned a glare from Ginny.

"That's antique." She said.

"Crap. Crap is more like it."

More glares. Then, the loud, earsplitting cries came again.

Ginny hopped up, running behind the couch. Draco followed. There, lying in the shadows of the couch was something he hadn't noticed when he came in. Three, identical babies were in a playpen. Three, identical babies with three VERY identical screams.

"Shut them the bloody hell up!" Draco screamed with his hands on top of his ears. It was supposed to block out the sound but it wasn't doing that great.

"I can't! Help me!" And with that she shoved one of the screaming infants into his hands.

Draco got quite a good whiff of the baby. It smelled like there was something bad rotting in it like.... shit.

"I think he needs to be changed." Draco said, holding the thing as far away as he could.

"It's not a he, it's a she. You have Megan. Change her." She threw random things at him; baby wipes, a clean diaper and powder.

"How am I supposed to do that?" Draco asked Ginny. She was full with the other two girls.

"I don't know! FIGURE IT OUT!"

Oooook... Draco thought to himself, don't bother a woman changing two diapers.

Draco stared blankly at the baby. Where to begin?

"I know! I take... I take this off!" He said and undid the straps. There it was, it looked a lot different when it was younger. Draco was scared to touch it, partly because it was covered in brown crap. Wincing, he took a baby wipe and tried to clean the kid up. It was very sickening. In fact, he was so concerned about not getting himself dirty that he didn't realize the warm liquid flowing down his arm.

When he did, it was not a pretty scene.

"She peed on me! She bloody PEED! ON ME!" Draco said and retreated to the open bathroom door, leaving the naked girl on the table.

"They do that sometimes Malfoy. You don't expect them to just hold it in do you?" Ginny yelled over the babies.

"Well I don't expect them to dump their bodily wastes of ME!" He grabbed the soap from the sink's rim. Once again, it smelled like lavender. What was with the lavender? "Why did you have three kids at the same time anyways?" He screamed. He was angry; it had gotten on his shirt too, that was ruined. He yanked it off, not wanting to smell like urine for the rest of the day.

"They're not mine! They're Hermione and Ron's. I'm watching them." Ginny said, barely audible. The two ones that she had been working on were now safe in their crib. Now, she was wrestling Megan into a diaper. It didn't take her long, within seconds Megan was playing next to her sisters. "Besides, it's not like you can control what you have can you?"

She turned to face him and gasped. Why did she gasp? Well there was that little fact that Draco didn't have a shirt on. Blushing harder then she was during the bra incident, she walked into the bathroom to wash her own hands off.

Draco resumed his seat on the couch, basking in the fact that he could turn anyone on, even a Weasley.

She came in looking like she had flashed her face with water.

"All right, let's look."

For the next 3 hours they looked over the contract. Draco did everything he could to convince her. He even sank as low as nuzzling her neck and pushing back the soft ginger hair. But did Ginny acknowledge these advancements? No. She sat still and pointed out everything that was still wrong with the contract. It was annoying.

At 6 o'clock, they took a break for pizza. Since they couldn't leave the house because of the triplets, they sat on the floor of Ginny's bedroom watching TV. It could've been a very romantic setting, he did try to make it one but Ginny wanted to talk. That's the problem with women, they ALWAYS wanted to talk.

"Did you ever become one Malfoy?" Ginny said, her lips poised on the pizza.

"A what?" He asked.

"You know... a death eater."

Draco stared at her, wondering if she could take the truth.

"Yea. After Hogwarts, I met my father. He told me to make a name for myself. So I ran to Voldemort. I had the dark mark branded forever in my skin and became a death eater. I killed whoever resisted the dark rule. I killed lovers, teenagers, politicians, parents and children. I killed until I couldn't stand killing. I ran away. I ran to London and hid. Then I met Cindy, she said she didn't care who I was as long as I could sell. I did. I started way down on the chain. I cleaned toilets! Slowly, I worked my way up... and now here I am with you. Unable to leave this building and go home until you sign the bloody contract."

Ginny's eyes were wide. She was horrified. Malfoy had judged wrong, she couldn't take the truth. But then... then something fascinating happened. She climbed next to him and gently took his arm. She flipped it over and drew and intake of breath. Malfoy took it with her, never exhaling and waiting for what she would do next. She slowly raised his arm to her lips and kissed the mark.

It was creepy. Draco had felt a lot of girl's lips on his skin, but not like this, never this passionate. He craved more and lowered himself to look into her eyes. They came closer and closer until.....

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

The damn kids were crying again.

"Damn it. Damn it. Damn it!" Draco cursed over and over again.

Ginny smiled. It was an evil smile, at least as evil as it could be on such an angelic face.

"Better go take care of it." She said, taking another bite out of the pizza.

"Me?" Draco asked.

"Well you know... I can't do it. I have to look over the contract and all. How else will I be able to sign it? Already it's going to take me all night..." Now Draco knew why she had an evil smile.

Draco groaned. He had a feeling this was going to be a very interesting night.

A/N: YES! I will have another chapter. I just don't feel like writing it now. I'll have it up... maybe before Valentine's Day, maybe not. Promise. Hop on over to review my masterpiece... please?