Ladies and Gentlemen I present to you My Fair Weasley! To give you a little info on this story I have a complete synopsis written for every chapter of this story. There will be sixteen chapters plus an epilogue. I'm trying to get them out as quickly as I can. I have all the way up to chapter four written.

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My Fair Weasley

Chapter 1: Quarterly Disaster

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"Draco you do realize we have quarterly reviews don't you?" Blaise asked as he poked his head in the door of his friend's office.

Draco's head snapped up, "Quarterly reviews? For whose office?" As far as he could recall they'd already done the quarterlies for Malfoy Corporation and Zabini Enterprises. The myriad of other offices and businesses they had an immediate hand in were only on semi-annual reviews. Draco quirked a silver eyebrow at his best friend as he waited for his reply.

Blaise sighed, "St. Mungo's you prat! We've quarterly employee reviews there this afternoon at one."

"One," Draco stated as he checked his watch. According to the hands they had exactly thirty minutes until they were supposed to be there and he hadn't eaten lunch. "Bloody hell," he murmured as he pushed his chair back and scrubbed his hands over his face.

He stood, grabbing his cloak, "Let's get this over with."

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After a quick lunch at the local bistro Blaise's uncle owned they made it to the hospital with little over two minutes to spare. Draco wasn't all too fond of hospitals, reminding him all too well of the aftermath of the battle. Granted this time was slightly easier than the last. As Blaise always reminded him, "Just keep going back, each time will get a little easier." And low and behold it was the truth.

Unlike muggle hospitals with all their white walls and harsh tiled floors, the hospital of St. Mungo's was painted a deep gold down the walls with faux hardwood floors (much easier to clean than real hardwood). It was meant to be more comforting and less like an institution. Which, Draco thought, it did somehow manage to achieve.

They stopped at the door of the hospital director, one Master Healer Alan Rigby. Blaise rapped quickly on the door with his knuckles and almost instantly the door opened.

"Misters Zabini and Malfoy, welcome!" The aging healer greeted them and ushered them inside his office. "You'll have to forgive the slight mess, with the outbreak of Dragon Pox - granted it has been a mild outbreak –things have gotten a little hectic." Apparently the man's idea of a mess was the neatly, if high, stacked papers in organized bins around the office. Draco was surprised, according to reports the man's predecessor was known for his inherent ability to create a mess out of a simple piece of parchment.

"Thank you Healer Rigby," Draco stated as he and Blaise removed their cloaks and hung them on the neatly placed rack.

"Oh please, lads I've already told you, feel free to call me Alan. After all, Draco, your mother and I were and still are very dear friends." Healer Rigby stated happily as he motioned for the two to take a seat across from him at the desk. "In fact," he mused as he poured them all glasses of warm apple cider, "I believe I brought the pair of you into this world. Surely that calls for at least some sort of familiarity."

Draco took the proffered goblet with a very rare, very genuine smile. "Certainly Alan, it does. Although my mother would faint from my lack of manners should she ever hear me call you anything but Healer Rigby."

The healer laughed heartily as he plopped himself down in his chair. "That she would my lad that she would. Now, I do believe you've come for quarterlies so let us begin."

The healer pulled over a rather large stack of files full of profiles of the healers of the facility. Draco was immensely happy that it was only the healers that they had to review. The rest of the faculty from interns to janitors was reviewed on a weekly basis by the upper staff of the hospital. If they weren't Draco and Blaise would be here for days reviewing the hundreds of employees. That simply wasn't going to happen. So they personally reviewed the Healers and the Master Healers. There being only a hundred of those the task was accomplished in a matter of hours.

"Alright lads, let's get started shall we," Alan opened up the first file as he perched his reading spectacles on the end of his nose. "Now, here we have Aberherst, Mackenzie, age forty two with the status of Master Healer…"

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After more than two hours of going through files Draco was ill tempered, hungry (again), and in desperate need of at least one shot of fire whiskey. Luckily though, they were down to barely ten more profiles and so far hadn't had to let go a single person. Transfer to a sister hospital, yes, but thankfully Alan wouldn't have to be calling in anyone to give them the bad news of being terminated. Draco considered this a small victory on their part.

"Ah," Alan exclaimed, his face breaking into a broad grin. "Now here lads, is an exceptional case; by far one of the favorite people on my staff and a prodigy Master Healer, Miss Ginevra Weasley."

Draco choked on the sip of cider he'd taken and Blaise pounded him hard on the back.

"Surely Alan, we heard differently," Blaise said. "If I'm not mistaken I just heard the name Ginevra Weasley and Master Healer in the same sentence."

Alan looked at Blaise, slightly taken aback. "Well, yes, she's been with the hospital for nearly five years. She started here with her internship. I would have thought you'd have read her reviews when you inherited the companies."

Blaise racked his brain - while Draco coughed and sputtered - trying his damnedest to remember if he'd read about Ginevra Weasley or rather if he'd gone through the reviews at all. Up until last quarter their respective managers had gone over the reviews with Healer Rigby since both he and Draco had been too busy rebuilding the businesses the war and their fathers had tried to destroy. As it turned out he didn't think either of them had gone over the profiles of the healers. Surely if they had the name Ginevra Weasley would have stuck out like a sore thumb to the both of them.

Draco, having finally regained a semblance of normal breathing asked, "You mean to tell me there's a Weasley working in our hospital?" He closed his eyes and tried to control himself. "And not only that but she's a Master Healer?" He grabbed the file from a very shocked Healer Rigby and stared down at the papers. Sure enough:

Weasley, Ginevra

Age: 25

Status: Master Healer specializing, but not limited to: Pediatrics, Labor and Delivery, General Trauma, and Potions Reversal.

Time of Employment: 4 years, 10 months

Reviews of Master Healers Services: Shows an exceptional command of medical knowledge in her preferred chosen fields as well as in all others. Staff and patients alike look to her for guidance and counsel. Has an extremely kind disposition towards all patients, rarely loosing temper and upholding the utmost of decorum…

And so on it went; nothing but glorious praises for the little hell cat that had cast her infuriatingly marvelous bat boogey hex on him ten years ago. The glowing remarks just didn't cease, and he –in all honesty – wouldn't have had a problem with her being part of their staff. At least, he didn't until he got a look at the picture her profile offered.

"No, absolutely not, we cannot have someone so…so…unrefined!" Draco all but yelled.

"What the bloody blue blazes are you on about?" Blaise asked as he snatched the folder from Draco's hands. He read what Draco had and had the same reaction, until he got to the profile's picture. Upon seeing it he let out an undignified yelp and nearly dropped the folder. "My sentiments exactly Draco, no it simply must not be."

Behind his desk Alan was wringing his hands. "Uh, Draco, Blaise, lads just what is wrong with Master Healer Weasley? She's the absolute epitome of what a healer should be. She's kind, caring, has an absolute understanding of her calling, and is fair and just in terms of how she treats her staff and how she treats her patients. I, unfortunately, fail to see what the problem is."

Draco put his hand to his head, "The problem, Alan, is that she is utterly and most definitely lacking any sort of grace." He handed the folder back to the director. "You'll see in her picture exactly what I'm talking about."

Alan had never really taken the time to really look at the picture, though he did spend a great deal of time on a day to day basis with Ginevra. The picture was worse. In the little three inch square it showed her only from the shoulders up. The top half of Ginevra in the picture was busy shoving flyaway pieces of her auburn hair behind her ears, too engrossed to notice much else. Her hair was at best a mess of frizz pulled back in an even messier knot at the back of her head. Her eyes were lack luster and muddy and there were significant dark smudges underneath them. Her already pale skin was paler even then, throwing her smattering of freckles into sharp relief. It was, even he had to admit, not the most flattering picture.

Alan remembered when this picture had been taken. It was at the beginning of the year after they'd had a rather severe case of the flu going around the hospital. It had only been two days since Ginevra had returned from recovering from a severe bought of the illness and had still insisted on coming back to work.

"Lads, please, this was taken after she'd recovered from a particularly rough bought of the flu." Alan stated, trying to defend his best healer. "She's really not that bad." He kept to himself that even he had come to realize that while she excelled in everything else medically wise, her lack of fashion did indeed leave a little something to be desired. However, that in no way inhibited her ability to be the best Healer he'd seen in his entire medical career. "She's a very nice girl, surely her physical appearance shouldn't have anything to do with her employment here."

"Not that bad? Not that bad? Alan, honestly!" Draco exclaimed exasperatedly waving his hands in the general direction of the file. "She's an absolute horror. I don't even remember her being that bad when we were in school. No, there is no way she can continue to work in this hospital without a proper sense of self awareness. Send her up; she needs to know she's being terminated."

Alan burst out of his chair, "Draco just what do you think you are doing?! You absolutely cannot fire her simply for the fact that you think she has no sense of fashion!"

Even Blaise rounded on him. "Mate, listen, I know above all else how you value the proper attire and elegance of occasion. However, I am siding with Alan on this one. You can't fire one of the best healers the hospital has ever seen simply because you don't like the way she looks."

Draco glared at Blaise and said, "Then please give me your suggestion; because if something is not done to rectify this situation and make her suitable to be seen in public then she goes." The finality in his voice was truly frightening, at least to Alan. There was no way he would lose his best healer. He looked towards Blaise who was lost in thought.

Try as he might, Alan couldn't think of anything. This was not his forte. He belonged in the hospital tending patients and making sure things ran as smoothly as possible; not sitting in his office trying to figure out a way to make Ginevra Weasley more aesthetically pleasing.

Out of nowhere Blaise launched to his feet, a mischievous grin plastered on his handsome face. "I've got it!" He rounded on Draco and smirked. "Take her on as a project. You have such a problem with her appearance, then you fix her. I'll even help. I'll take her on as her stylist. Gods above know I'm better with fashion that you are."

"I'm going to choose not to grace that comment with a remark," Draco state wryly. He sat up, tilting his head in Blaise's direction. "You know," he mused, "you might just be on to something." Tapping one long elegant finger against his chin he thought about it. Now that everything was finally squared away for the corporations he and Blaise both had more significant amounts of free time.

He loathed the idea of making a charity case out of a Weasley; however he couldn't go against the facts. She was a prodigy in the medical field. Most Healers didn't make Master Healer status until their mid thirties, and even then that was if they managed to pass the H.E.M.E.s. (Horrendously Exhausting Medical Examinations) Most of the time it took at least five times to pass said exams, and according to her file, she's passed it the first time. Such a thing was practically unheard of, and virtually impossible to do at the young age of twenty three. Once rational thinking took over he knew he shouldn't let her go simply for the fact that she didn't like the way she looked, but the image of her picture flashed through his mind and he shuddered. No, he had to do something about it.

"Alright, Alan she can stay on under one condition," Draco steepled his fingers and looked directly at the healer before him.

Alan knew where Draco was going with this and was powerless to stop it, "Alright, Draco, make your conditions."

"It's simple. All it requires is this: Ginevra Weasley will become our project and submit to any and all character reformations we require under our tutelage."

Blaise smirked and Draco looked slightly disgusted while Alan hung his head in defeat.

"Alright, consider it done."

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Quarterlies are done every thirteen weeks, there are four a year. It is an overall review of an employee's actions and time to decide if they should be kept on another quarter or terminated.