Ginny Weasely knew she was a pretty girl—well, woman actually now

Ginny Weasely knew she was a pretty girl—well, woman actually now. She had been told by ex-boyfriends and her best friends that she had nice eyes, stunning hair, and a pretty decent shape. But the truth was, yes, she was pretty, but she was still just a pretty, plain girl. She was shorter then most of her friends, and her hair—now a dark reddish color—was long and curly. Sure she knew how to tame her curls and primp herself when the occasion called for it, but usually it was just a waste of time and energy just to impress some male who only wanted to find a bed-warmer for a night, so she hadn't bothered to primp in a while.

Which is why, when she was walking down the street to the Malfoy Incorporated building the catcalls startled her at first. Wearing her new black suit she'd bought from her shopping trip with Hermione yesterday, with her red hair flowing straight down her back and her face made up in a way that worked well with her eyes, she felt, well …sexy. Walking to the elevator, Ginny could feel the gaze of more then one set of male eyes follow her as she walked, boosting her confidence more then before, and for their benefit she let her hips sway a little more then necessary.

Finally taking a seat at her own personal desk, she played with her suit before her boss decided to make his appearance. Her suit was a daring two-piece walking the edge of being inappropriate for work. The top was long sleeved but the collar dropped all the way down to show her cleavage and then had only three buttons to ensure her modesty. The bottom was a black knee length skirt, but it was skin tight expect for the small slit in the back. As if the skirt didn't bring enough attention to her butt, her black heels were sure to do the trick.

As if on cue, the elevator opened and her boss swept into the room, looking edible in his grey shirt and long black slacks. His hair was once again perfect, his face as beautiful as a statue. The bastard probably woke up looking gorgeous, when she had to wake up an hour earlier just to fix her hair. Though she wouldn't mind seeing him first thing in the morning, his hair slightly rumpled from sleep, or possibly other things you could do in a bed… Stop it, Ginny! Bad!

"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy. Is there anything I can help you with?" She said in a sweet chime, batting her eyelashes.

He opened his mouth to answer her, but almost as soon as he looked at her, he snapped it shut. He didn't gape, his eyes didn't widen, but instead he let his gaze linger on her appreciatively, his eyes tracing her body for probably longer then acceptable but he seem didn't care in the least—neither did she. After an eternity, he finally raised his amused eyes to hers, and she could help but notice his eyes were a shade darker, going from liquid silver to a smoldering gray, and she felt her pulse quicken at the thought even as a smug smile made its way to her face.

"No, I should be fine. I'll let you know if I need you."

"Yes sir." She said brightly, and the moment he shut his door behind him, she let a grin take over her entire face. Success!

…

Ginny spent the rest of the day pleased with herself, she even wrote Hermie a victory note and sent it off with a company owl to fill up her spare time.

Success, Hermie!

We've got to go out a get 50 more of these!

Busy later?

-Gin

And as if Draco reaction wasn't satisfying for her ego, her only other visitor of the day did it wonders. Blaise Zabini came sauntering through around one to visit his best friend. Picking up her phone, she called the room to her right.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Zabini is here to see you."

"I'll be right out." The line went dead.

"Draco's coming out to meet you in a moment." She told Blaise, her voice calm and professional. Sure she'd gone to school with him but she'd never actually talked to him.

"Tell him to take his time, I'm enjoy the view right here." His throaty voice responded. Her eyes looked up at him and saw him leaning against her desk, looking her over and obviously enjoying himself. Her face blushed without her permission. Blaise Zabini was tall, dark and handsome with his black hair, tan skin and crooked white smile—which was currently aimed right at her.

"Blaise, leave Weasely alone." Draco's voice came from the doorway where he was leaning watching them with his ever-present smirk in place.

"Weasley?" Blaise looked shocked for about two seconds before a feral grin took its place, "Ginny Weasley?"

"The one and only." She replied, looking wary.

"Well, someone's grown up since school." He grinned at her.

"That's what usually happens when you graduated five years ago." She smirked at him.

"Indeed. And now you're working for a Malfoy. Isn't that against some Weasley code or something?" He teased.

"Only as much as it is against the Malfoy code to hire one." She shot back, grinning, and Blaise let out a bark of laughter.

"This one's fun Draco. No wonder you enjoy coming to work everyday if you get to look at this gorgeous little piece everyday." He leaned in conspiratorly. "He could have just laid back and let his family's money take care of him, but instead he comes in to work. 100 galleons say it's because he has a shag-worth secretary working for him on his own personal floor." Shag-worthy?

"Or maybe he actually wants to do something useful with his time." She whispered back, despite the blood setting up permanent residence in her cheeks. Blaise peeked back at Draco, who was now regarding them with frustration, probably because he couldn't hear what was being said, before he stood up.

"Nah. Though who knows, now I just may get the inclination to drop by more often, and it's not even my company!" He winked roguishly.

"Are you finished flirting with my secretary, yet? I thought we were grabbing something to eat." Draco's tone seemed flat.

"What's wrong, Drake? Jealous?" He teased his best friend with a cheeky smile. Draco just rolled his eyes and headed to the elevator. Blaise followed him, but only after taking an exaggerated time to say good-bye.

Ginny went home that day with a smile on her face and the fierce desire to buy more outfits while shopping.

A/N: Ahh what fun. Next chappie coming soon—hopefully!—so please review and let me know what you think! 'Til then!