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Draco Malfoy stormed around his office. Where was Blaise Zabini with her report? Damn that girl was slow. No doubt doing her nails somewhere. He ran his hands through his platinum blonde hair. He decided he was bored of pacing, so he went on the lift to go down to visit Millicent Bulstrode. She always had some good snack to eat to calm him down. Maybe Blaise would be down there as well. The lift stopped, and a beautiful young woman with rich red hair stepped in, looking somewhat sad.

"Malfoy?" She said, somewhat surprised. He blinked, and then blinked again.

"Baby Weasley?"

"The one and only." She said, smiling. She smiled like a queen, with it not quite reaching her eyes like it used to. She looked like she had seen a lot in her eighteen years.

"Of course. How's life, Miss Weasley?" He asked politely. He may have been mean to her in school, but times changed after Potter defeated Voldemort. Plus, Draco wasn't mean to sad girls, it was against his morals. She stopped smiling.

"Oh you know…it's life…I'm not a Weasley, however."

"Potter finally paid attention to you?" He asked, trying not to be rude.

"Yes," She said glumly, definitely not happy now.

"Why the long face? I thought you'd be delighted to be married to him." He said.

"Yeah…well…please don't tell anyone this…but it's really not all that jazz, being married to him…I mean…you'd think he'd care a bit more, wouldn't you?...you know?" She said, her head down. Draco nodded, and had a sudden impulse to put his arm around her and comfort her, but he felt that that would be awkward.

"So…you're not happy, I assume?"

"Please don't tell anyone," Ginny said pleadingly. "Please?"

"I won't. Don't worry, Weas…Potter."

"Ginny,"

"What?"

"Ginny, call me Ginny."

"Oh, alright. Call me Draco then." He said. She smiled and the lift stopped.

"Do you want to join me for a snack?" Draco asked, holding out his arm.

"I'd be delighted to," Ginny said, taking his arm. They walked into Bulstrode's office where she was chatting with Zabini.

"Zabini, you're supposed to be in MY office giving me your report." Draco said.

"Oops…" She said. Draco rolled his eyes.

"And who's this pretty thing?" She asked, nodding towards Ginny.

"Ginny Weasley. I'm sorry, Ginny Potter."

"Just Ginny, thanks." Ginny said, shaking hands with the two women.

"Would you like anything, Ginny? I'm Millicent, by the way, and this is Blaise."

"Oh, yes please," Ginny said.

"So, Ginny, what do you do for a living?" Blaise asked. Ginny snorted in her tea, causing Draco to laugh.

"I sit there at home. It's very dull." She said, regaining her composure.

"I can imagine. Stop by anytime you're bored." Millicent said.

"I will thanks. I was actually just coming back from seeing my father when I found Draco." Ginny said.

"I see," Millicent said. "What does your husband do?" Ginny set down her tea.

"He plays Quidditch for England. Which reminds me…Draco, I thought for sure you would too?" Ginny asked. Draco snorted this time.

"No offense, but I would rather sit in my office all day than play Quidditch with Potter." He said. Ginny laughed.

"None taken," Draco liked her laugh. It was as pretty as a bell.

"I should head back. Thanks for the snack." Ginny said, standing up.

"Anytime," Millicent said.

"I'll walk you, Ginny. And you, Blaise, need to put your report on my desk." Draco said, leading Ginny out the door.

"Yes, sir,"

Ginny and Draco got into the lift, and headed down into the Atrium.

"Anytime you are bored or sad or need someone to talk to, just come to me, okay?" Draco said. Ginny smiled.

"I will. Thanks, Draco. See you later." She said, walking away.