Teaching the Malfoys

By: fairy-colors

Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies. ¾ of the plot is mine, ¼ is Jude Deveraux'. Borrowed some scenes from one of her books.

Summary: Ginny Weasley comes home after 10 years of self-imposed exile and by fate's twisted sense of humor, she finds herself employed by Draco Malfoy to teach his son. Ginny realizes that Draco's son isn't the only one who needs to be taught a lesson but Draco, as well.

Chapter Two – The Case of the Sneaky Forger

"Ginny! Oh my god! Nathaniel, come give me a hug!" Hermionie shrieked upon seeing the two unexpected visitors, her arms wide to receive her godchild. "How have you been? Did you just come from the airport? Why didn't you give us a call!"

"Aumpp Mhiomiee, oii kooooonht biiithhh…,"

"'Mionie, you're suffocating my son," Ginny said wryly, watching the buxom brunette hug her son as if it would disappear any moment.

"Oh! Ohhh, I'm sorry dear! Oops! Got a little excited there," she stuck out her tongue at the boy making him laugh. "Look at you, you sophisticated Parisian lady!" Hermione's glasses slid off her nose as she hugged her sister-in-law. "Come in! Come in, both of you! I haven't seen you in ages!"

Ginny chuckled before putting a shrinking spell on their trunks. They both entered the large house of her brother, Ron, and his wife, her old school friend, Hermione. "It's at least good to know that Nathan and I are welcome somewhere," she muttered, shaking her head with disgust, remembering how shabbily they were treated by Draco Fucking Malfoy.

Hermionie helped them carry their smaller bags into the sitting room before ringing a bell for the housekeeper to bring in some tea. "Whatever do you mean by that?" she asked with a frown. "I know Ron told me that you were taking a teaching job here that's why you came back, plus the fact that that asshole finally cracked his sorry skull—"

"'Mionie!" Ginny exclaimed scandalously.

"Mom, he is an asshole," Nathan affirmed, taking one of the nice pastries on the tray the housekeeper placed on the table. Annabelle ruffled his hair before leaving.

"Nathan, you're not to speak of your father—"

"—like that cause he still is your father no matter how much of a son-of-a-bitch he really is," Nathan finished dutifully, making his mother roll her eyes while Hermione's eyes danced with laughter.

"Speaking of Ron, where is my brother?" Ginny asked, taking the cup of tea Hermionie poured for her.

"In the Ministry with Arthur, something like they needed to make a decent resolution for the wage increase of the goblins in Gringott's," she answered with a shrug. "Callie and Kate are with Fred and Angelina's right now for a tour of their joke shop. Believe me, those two take after the twins, they're making me crazy! I mean, look at Nathan," the boy stopped eating his chocolate pastry at the sound of his name, "he doesn't even have any crumbs on his shirt. Make Callie and Kate do that and my god, all I can say is one word: Bleach."

Nathan grinned at his aunt and resumed eating. "We met an old school friend of yours—ow! Mom!"

Hermionie looked up to Ginny's trapped face, her eyebrow arched with interest. "And this school friend is someone your mom doesn't want to talk about?"

Ginny glared at Nathan who simply smiled at her angelically. "I'm not at liberty to say," he said before retracting what he said when Hermionie started to take away the large plate of pastries away from him. "Wait!"

"That's bribery 'Mionie," Ginny said dryly, glaring at her innocently grinning friend. "It was Michael Corner, if you must know," she answered quickly before Nathan could even say anything.

The brunette frowned. "Michael Corner? That old boy friend of yours at Hogwarts?" She looked at Ginny pointedly, smelling something fishy already. "Would you rather wait for Ron to get here before you tell me who you two ran into?"

"Dwako Malphoy," Nathan answered after taking a giant bite from his hazelnut cake.

"Who!"

Nathan swallowed his cake and answered, "Draco Malfoy, tall guy with blond hair, that's the one."

Ginny eyed her friend's reddening face before she bowed her forehead to her palms, wanting to strangle her son for his tendency to babble. Hermionie, on the other hand stared at her for a long while. "Draco? As in Draconis Casius Malfoy! Ferret boy! "

"In my entire existence, I have only known one person with that abhorrent name, so yeah, that would be him," Ginny mumbled irritatedly. "Can we just wait for Ron to arrive? I think I will need his help on this one. No offense 'Mionie, but my brother is the only barrister I know that is not afraid of anyone, even the devil himself."

"Wait! Backtrack here missy, you're losing me here! Why do you need a lawyer in the first place? And why do I smell something fouler than stink sap hearing the words 'Draco Malfoy' and 'lawyer' in less than three sentences? Plus the fact that the lawyer you're asking for is your brother?" Hermionie asked, removing her glasses entirely, her eyes prodding at her sister-in-law's eyes to spill what was going on.

Thankfully, they heard a popping sound at the next room. "'Mionie? I'm home. Where are you?"

"Come over here, I'm in the sitting room," she yelled out loud.

Ronald Weasley's footsteps were light and quick, it didn't take him more than a few seconds to get to the entrance of the door. He came in shuffling papers on his arms. "God, those goblins are demanding way too much! Dad and I are—"

"How is dad?" Ginny asked with a grin.

Ron's head snap up to where the voice came from and a comical look appeared on his face. "Ginny! When did you arrive!" he asked, dropping his papers on the nearest chair and hugging his sister and nephew at the same time. He kissed Ginny's forehead; he grew taller after leaving Hogwarts. He was now a full six feet tall, with his red hair darkening, making it seem brown. Horn-rimmed glasses also framed his dark eyes, making him look even more intelligent than he really was, Ginny mused.

"Just today," she answered shortly, looking at Hermionie who was looking at her pointedly.

"And you didn't tell any one of us?" Ron asked, lifting and eyebrow disapprovingly at his sister.

"If you must know, my supposed employer had a car waiting for me at the airport where I can drop all my things before visiting you guys," she explained. "But as always, things become more fucked up than Harry's brain and here I am now, trying to figure out why the hell things like these happen to me."

"You're babbling, Ginny," Ron said amusedly.

"Thanks for the keen observation, Einstein," she said sarcastically. Nathan was content watching his mother and uncle and aunt talk it out, seeing that it was more interesting that watching television.

"Your sister has something to tell you that somehow include the words Draco Malfoy and lawyer," Hermionie started, ignoring Ginny's death glares towards her way. Nathan nodded his head vigorously, a comical expression on his face.

Ron frowned at the mention of the name but shrugged instead. "You've met Draco when you got here?"

"More like threw barbs at each other!" Ginny exclaimed angrily. "Look at what his son did to Nathan," she added, incensed, pointing at the less than visible shiner. Both Hermionie and Ron looked over to Nathan and finally saw the bluish tint of the bruise on his temple.

"You've met Derek! This has to be your lucky day, indeed Virginia Weasley. Two Malfoys for the price of one," Ron said, chuckling and shaking his head at what he was hearing. "That son of Malfoy is one uncontrollable child, believe me. When Dad and I discussed goblin rights with him a week ago, the boy stumbled into the office of his father, pissed drunk."

"Obviously taking over his father," Ginny muttered disgustedly. "And apparently, the job I'm taking, entails that I teach i that /i child!" she blurted out furiously.

"What child!" Hermionie asked with a frown.

"That child!"

"Which child!"

"Draco Fucking Malfoy's child, 'Mionie! That child! And the man had the balls to fire me!"

"Fire you!" Hermionie shouted in disbelief. More so, since the knowledge that Ginny was going to teach the Malfoy did not fully sink in before another cannonball was thrown their way.

Ron rubbed his temples, before sitting down next to his wife, who like her husband was getting confused with the situation they were in. "Would you be so kind to start the story from the beginning? Cause from the way you leaped from one thing to another is making me confused. I'm actually hearing that you are…were employed by Draco Malfoy," Ron said, leaning his head back on the head rest of the sofa. "And here I was thinking dealing with goblins was hard, I simply have to wait and deal with my family."

Ginny started with her story, with Nathan chipping in parts of the story which Ginny either forgot or chose to forget. She showed the documents which she received from Draco's barrister telling her that she was hired and all the stipulations of her job. All were signed apparently by Draco Malfoy and Henry Townsend.

"I know Henry Townsend. I've dealt with some of his cases before and if this document was signed by Draco and him, this is irrevocable unless both parties agree the contract to be void," Ron started, explaining what he knew of the situation. The person in front of her now was not her brother but a high-powered lawyer in the Wizarding world. It was ironic to know that he chosen that field of profession seeing that his record at law and rule breaking in Hogwarts was legendary, though not as legendary as his older brother's records.

"He fired me saying that I cannot handle his son—"

"Ginny, you cannot handle Derek," Ron interrupted his sister with a matter-of-fact tone. "No one can. Not even Draco himself."

"Draco's an idiot."

"You're being an idiot Ginny!"

"Do not underestimate me Ron; I've dealt with boys like him. What I cannot handle is how he punched Nathan," she said irritatedly as Nathan muttered that he too, punched the boy too, harder in fact. He was met with a glare from his mother.

"Look Gin, I love you, you're my favorite sister—"

"I'm your only sister, you prat," she shot back.

"Listen and listen good missy, Derek is not like other boys you've taught in that hoity-toity school of yours. I think it was a good choice by Malfoy to have fired you before his son destroys whatever sanity you have left in that brain of yours," Ron said, trying to make his head-strong sister understand.

Hermionie was sitting quietly, rereading all the documents that Ginny brought in with her. "You know what? This is actually a good offer. Eighteen thousand euros per month, you'd be earning an annual six figure with this salary, Gin," Hermionie said suddenly, doing a quick math in her head. "Oh, and he included allowances as well? If we convert this to wizarding gold," she paused for a moment, calculating the amount in her head, her eyes popping at the number that appeared, "Almost a quarter of a million galleons!" Nathan whistled softly at the number.

"Thanks for making this easier for me 'Mionie," Ron remarked sarcastically to his wife.

"You're welcome, dear," she answered back dryly.

He turned towards Ginny, shaking his head with disapproval. "Is this about the money, Ginny?" Ron asked suspiciously at his sister who began to fiddle with her pen. "If it is about the money, which I am one hundred percent sure is all about, you better think again. Cause once more, I am one hundred percent sure that the reason Malfoy is offering that much money to have his monster of a child educated is because no one else will. He's a walking hazard, if you must know," Ron said, trying to convince Ginny.

"Ron, I jumped at that offer because it would offer me the independence I need," she said quietly. "The money that I was hoping I will get from that job would have helped me build my own school. I had no idea Draco Malfoy would be my employer and now that I know that he is, I do not want to work for him at all. All I want is to sue the bastard's ass for firing me."

"For firing you!" Ron asked, incredulous at what his sister was saying. "You want a trial simply because Malfoy fired you? Ginny, you'd be wasting money because he's going to win this."

Ginny quirked an eyebrow to his brother before getting the first document that drafted all the agreements which Mr. Townsend draw up. "Look at fifth stipulation," she said, handing him the paper. "It says there that by simply accepting this job, I am to receive, immediately, 20000 euro. I was thinking, from what I heard from you, it's because no one would want to take up the job of teaching Derek, so it's another plus for the ones who take the job," she said. "Please take the case Ron, the asshole has to pay me," she pleaded at her brother, remembering the forbidding aura Draco Malfoy had on his face as he fired her as if she was something dispensable.

"Ginny, I don't understand," he answered with a frown. "It's not like before that we have to find means to support ourselves, we have money now so I don't understand why you want to have Malfoy's," he said with a sigh.

"It's not about the money, well, partly, but what about my pride, eh Ron?" she asked, looking at him pointedly. "I had a life in Paris, I loved my life there even though there was a constant threat looming around me and Nathan and I left it because of this job. As abysmal as my job and salary was in Paris, I was comfortable there, I had friends there. Now that I have a chance to make my life better, Draco Malfoy screws it up for me," she said, the pleading note still evident in her voice. She knew that it was also a challenge on her part as an educator to tame, per se, Derek Malfoy.

"Let's just say that if I don't get that advance in salary from Malfoy, which we have agreed upon in writing, if I may add, I might as well go back to France because I will not have the means to provide for myself and Nathan. And before both of you interrupt to say that you're going to help me, I don't want to impose myself on anyone. It's about time I stood on my own two feet in England," she said determinedly. "Oh, and if mom and dad find out that you had a chance to help me out here in England, so I may stay here, closer to family, and you didn't help me…Let's just say you'd be in great trouble with mum," she added with a small grin.

"Great, I'm being blackmailed now," Ron muttered, picking up the papers of the contract once more.

"I'm just stating the facts of what mum will do if don't keep me here in England," she said with a shrug. "So are you going to help me?"

"Do I look like a man with a choice?" Ron asked dryly. He paused for a moment, scanning the pages of the contract. "You're in luck, Gin, I know a judge who's going to be sympathetic on your case," he said, his eyes twinkling as he winked at his wife conspiratorially.

Hermionie stopped as she read the amused look her husband was wearing. "You don't mean—" Hermionie started, putting a hand on her mouth to stop herself from laughing merrily.

"And if you're lucky, this could be a public trial," Ron added, chuckling at the memory that came into mind.

"Public?" Ginny asked undoubtedly with a frown. "I don't want to make a huge deal out of this with people who have no business with my life," she started.

"You don't have much of a choice Gin, he's going to make this as painful and as embarrassing as he could to Draco Malfoy," Hermionie said, not able to contain the amusement in her voice. "Have you ever heard of Judge Harrison Parkinson?"

"He's one of the Supreme Court Judges, right?" Ginny asked, remembering one of their father's friends, a short but imposing bald man in his late sixties. "What can he do for this case?"

Ron leaned forward and said, "You don't remember, do you?"

"Remember what?"

"This is getting exciting, like the soaps mum always watches," Nathan piped out, out of the blue. The temporarily forgotten child who seemed to be content munching on the pastries and drinking tea was apparently listening aptly in the adult conversation around him. Ginny's glare shut him up but she was met only by an angelic grin from the boy.

"You've really got a bad memory on you Gin," Ron said, shaking his head. "Anyway, I don't think you'd ever forget Pansy Parkinson, am I correct about that?"

"You might as well say if I had forgotten I had a son," she said, her lips quirking into a smile. A look of realization crept into her face as the pieces fit in her head, "Oh my God! Of course! Draco dumped Pansy two days before they were to get married and if I remember correctly, Pansy is Judge Parkinson's Achilles Heel!" Ginny dissolved into peals of delighted laughter. "And you can get Judge Parkinson to help you out with this?" she asked gaily, her dark eyes dancing at the possibilities she can humiliate the great Draco Malfoy.

"Let's just say that the good judge owes me for keeping nasty newsmen from letting the story spread all over the Wizarding world that her precious daughter had been dumped by Malfoy," he said, supremely satisfied with what he could offer his sister.

Over the years, Draco Malfoy emerged in the Wizarding world as one of the premier businessmen slash philanthropists after his father died, leaving the boy full control over the Malfoy estates. It was then that Draco proved his worth as someone who was not interested in becoming a Death Eater.

He had donated two of his estates in the country to different orphanages, along with the largest mansion in Sussex, which he donated to Dumbledore as a Hogwarts extension for the expansion of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. The Malfoy fortune alone already contributed over twenty percent in the British Wizarding economy. And added to that, he supported and nominated Arthur Weasley's bid to be the Minister of Magic several years back.

"Now Ginny, I think you ought to stay here with me and Ron for the time being that he is preparing for the summons needed for Draco's trial," Hermionie said, standing up.

"That's a lovely idea, 'Mionie," Ginny said gratefully. "When you think this will start?"

"You mean the trial?" Ron interrupted. "Ballpark would be around in three weeks. From what I've been hearing, Judge Parkinson's not handling too many cases right now. But for this one, he'd gladly rise from his deathbed simply to nail Malfoy's ass on his hunting wall."

"That's good news," Ginny breathed out. Now we'll see who will be laughing soon enough Draco Malfoy.

"When was the last time you've seen your cousins?" Hermionie asked Nathan who was patting his stomach at the moment.

"I haven't seen them since Christmas, I think?" Nathan answered with a smile. He enjoyed the company of his female cousins; the children of his Uncle Ron and aunt Hermionie were his closest cousins. Too bad they were both girls, Nathan thought disappointedly. Callie was his age while Kate was two years younger. "When can we see Grandpa Arthur and Grandma Molly?" he asked Ginny, who in turn looked at Ron and Hermionie.

"They could have been here already if you had told someone earlier that you were coming today," Ron said pointedly at her before standing up. "You can always Floo over to the Burrow," he suggested. "We might as well tell the others what kind of mess you are in. Though I'm warning you Gin, Dad and Mum respect Draco Malfoy now."

"That doesn't mean he's still part of the lowest kind of scum on earth," she said flippantly, walking to the fireplace where Ron was taking the box of floo powder from the mantle.

"We still agree with you on him being 'the lowest kind of scum on earth', we were there with you in Hogwarts. Believe me, even Harry will be on the front row seats of this trial just to see Malfoy's face dragged down to earth but things have definitely changed around here. Mum and dad might not like this idea—"

"They'll like it once they hear that the ferret fired me while his son battered their grandchild," she said succinctly.

"I was not battered, mother," Nathan muttered indignantly.

"Nonetheless, you are sporting a shiner on you face, that's enough for mum to go ballistic and hunt down Malfoy," she said matter-of-factly. Ron rolled his eyes before handing her the floo powder. "In you go Nathan,"

"The Burrow!" Green smoke erupted around the fireplace as Nathan disappeared from the sight. Ginny followed, imagining the comfortable ambiance of her childhood home. It had been way too long since she had stepped in the abnormally built house wherein she spent most of her happy childhood memories in.

Derek Malfoy looked around the pub in Knockturn Alley that he frequented with a completely satisfied look on his face. He could not believe his eyes when he saw Virginia Weasley walk into his neighborhood, at last! He nodded to One-Tooth Bob, as he handed his another pint that he ordered as the ladies chattered excitedly around him.

After Ms. Weasley had walked out of the ensuing fight between her and his father, he completely loved what he saw. Finally, someone who had the brains to actually look at him as if he was a child, not a prisoner fit for Azkaban! He had been innocently rummaging through his father's desk when he came across the applicants for his fifth tutor. The last four tutors who had the guts to take on the Malfoy child ended up packing their bags in less than a month, frustrating the elder Malfoy to no end.

Only one applicant apparently caught Draco's eye, a bulky looking woman named Finnegan Boarman. Upon seeing the picture attached to the form, he blanched at the face he saw; the woman must have weight 300 pounds, her silver hair tied into a severed bun and her eyes were beadier than a rat's. It said on the application form that she was formerly a deputy warden in Azkaban.

That was the last straw for Derek; he had to find someone who would fit his lifestyle. He found the perfect candidate in the résumé of Virginia Olivia Weasley, the daughter of the Minister of Magic who lived in Paris for the past ten years teaching rich-assed boys.

He thought about the perks of having friends at an early age at shady places. He was truly his father's son as he quickly found out the people who could help him hire Ms. Weasley. He imagined the horrified look on her face when he took a swig from one of the beer bottles of the ladies before grinning that afternoon. She's a winner, alright, he mused with a grin. What the innocent Ms. Weasley did not know was that they filled the beer bottles with cold iced-tea.

One-Tooth Bob helped him find the best forger in Knockturn Alley who can do his father's signature as well as Ms. Weasley. For a few galleons for One Tooth Bob and Picket Pete, the forger's troubles, he would experience freedom at the hands of Ms. Weasley. Since it was Mr. Townsend who handled all of his father's affairs, it was an easy task switching correspondences with Ms. Weasley, accepting her for the position while at the same time sending the rejection letter to Ms. Boarman which was initially intended for the rejected applicants, including Ms. Weasley.

The contract that he had Picket Pete done was bullet-proof. There was no way Ms. Weasley will not work for them; she had the brains, Derek was sure of that. She'd sue if something went wrong. And as for his father? Derek grinned mischievously at the thought of his father going berserk when a subpoena arrived at their door.

Now it would smooth sailing for me from now on. She seems to be a nice lady, if not for her prissy son who thinks he's better than everyone. He can just shove his attitude away from my face, he thought with a satisfied grin.