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A Week Of Chaos

Chapter 3

Harry and Ron were already at the restaurant by the time that Ginny and I arrived. The restaurant, Vine's Garden, had a very romantic setting (but what Italian place doesn't?) and it just reminded me more of how deprived I was of boyfriends. It didn't bother me too much though; the thought just lingers in the back of my mind. It had vines everywhere, as if in a garden, hence the name, and also had dimmed lights with candles at every table. It was a very stylish place to relax, and the best part is that it's not even as expensive as it seems.

"There you guys are! We've been waiting forever, and I'm starving!" Exclaimed the male redhead. When is he ever not starving anyway? He seems to have a never-ending pit in place of his stomach. Fortunately for him, he can now afford all the food he would ever want and need with his salary. Heck, he could afford all of the food that Ginny, Harry, and I would ever need.

"Where do you put all that food you eat?" I asked jokingly, while sitting down next to Ginny.

He just laughed and replied, "In my stomach of course". Sometimes, I can't even tell if this boy is serious or not. I noticed Ginny's my-brother-is-so-stupid roll of eyes and came to a conclusion that he was probably serious with his answer.

Lunch was very enjoyable as I got to catch up with my friends. And luckily, Ginny didn't even mention the subject of our little . Unfortunately, the boys got into a heated argument about Quidditch or something; I never really bother to listen in to their petty fights. This left me and Ginny to talk amongst ourselves, which meant that Ginny finally had the chance to start pestering me about my new possible "exciting life".

"So have you thought about it yet, or are you still indecisive?" She asked me rather nervously. Did she really think this was a great idea? I mean, does she think my life is so humdrum that she is so desperate to make me do some extraordinary stunt?

I'll admit, it does seem exciting and I do want to do something spontaneous, if only it weren't so outrageous. I was still wary about my dream so I sighed and whispered back to her that I didn't know if I wanted to go through with this. I shivered at the thought of having to wear five-inch stilettos and to dye my hair blonde. My feet have always been quite comfortable in my modest choice of shoes and my hair is still a virgin to most hair care products. Albeit this is my natural look it appears as though chemicals fried my hair.

"What are you guys whispering about?" Asked a puzzled Ron. Ron and Harry must have realized that we were having a deep conversation of our own because they stopped talking and started listening in.

"You know Ron, it's rude to butt in on other people's conversation; we don't butt into your conversation now do we?" Ginny pointed out.

"Yea well, I'm still older than you so spill it." Ron bluntly responded.

Ginny rolled her eyes and said with defeat, "Okay, okay, I asked Hermione to sign up for this ad that I found in a magazine, and I thought that it would be such a great opportunity for her, that's all."

"What kind of ad?" Harry asked slowly while narrowing his eyes. I realized then and there that I didn't really want Harry or Ron or anyone else for that matter to know about Ginny's little idea. Not that there was anything wrong, it was just embarrassing. And they might take it the wrong way and make a scene, which is something I definitely want to avoid at all costs.

I hurriedly kicked Ginny under the table indicating her to stop telling them. "Oh, you know, this ad I found in the magazine…" Ginny trailed off. Thank goodness I have an intelligent friend that isn't one of those people who yell "ow" and totally blow your cover.

I was waiting for her to continue because one cannot just end a sentence like that, but I guess she wasn't as smart as I anticipated because she couldn't think of a lie to say. Before I could finish the sentence for her, I could tell Harry was getting suspicious because he was giving her the eye.

"Ginny, you want to tell us what's going on here?" Harry questioned dubiously. It was never good when Harry got suspicious. If he found out exactly what we were thinking of doing, we would have a lot of explaining to do. He would want to know why I wanted to become a doll and would probably jump to the conclusion of me being insecure of how I look and all that good stuff.

"Uh, nothing's going on, really", I tried to say in my most convincing voice. Finding that they weren't buying into the whole "nothing's wrong" ordeal, I stood up with a plastered smile and quickly said as I ran away, "I got to get back to work, guys. I'm most definitely behind now." Sadly, I did literally run and as society usually does not like it when a woman acts with such an uncivilized behavior in such a place like this, I got many odd stares.

"Uh… me too," I heard Ginny say afterwards. I guess she wasn't quick enough because I didn't see her after my escape.

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"Not so fast Ginny, you're going to tell us what's going on or else mum is going to find out what you did last summer and it isn't going to be pretty." Ginny winced at the memory and reluctantly sat down again. 'This is going to be a long afternoon.'

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Whew, that was close, but I'm just glad that it wasn't me that was caught. Sorry Gin, better you than me. I can't lie for crap to those guys and I was bound to crack like an egg sooner or later. I was just rounding the corner when I collided into someone – hard, so hard that all of that person's contents flew everywhere.

"Hey! Watch where the hell you're –" The man yelled scornfully.

I profusely apologized to him while I started to help him pick up his things. I couldn't believe I was in such a rush to leave that I didn't even look where I was going. I was bent down fixing his papers when I realized that he wasn't even bothering to pick up his things. Rather, it seemed like he was watching me as if I were his housemaid picking up at his feet.

"Granger?" said the incredibly rude stranger. I looked up and wondered who the man could be. If he knew me, shouldn't he be helping me? However, when I looked up, the sun was shining right behind his head and all I could make out was that he was extremely tall because there was a black spot in place for his head.

I guess I looked at him for a long time with a squinting and odd look on my face because he insulted me. "Hah! Figures your brain couldn't comprehend who I am. Then again, I shouldn't be surprised if your brain stopped working altogether. I wonder why they even called you the smartest witch of the century."

Upon hearing that sneer, I realized who it was – the one and only Draco Malfoy.

"Of all the people I had to run into, it just had to be you didn't it?" I asked myself in disbelief of my bad luck.

"You should be happy that you're even speaking to me at this very moment never the less touching me," He retaliated. Still the ever-egotistical guy. I guess some people just never change, and I will never understand that. Shouldn't you mature as you grow older? You'd think that the president of Malfoy Intl. should act a bit more grown-up than he is.

Even though his attitude hasn't changed, his looks most definitely did, and for the better too. I don't think that any one can deny that he looks so much better than he did during his teenage years. The more mature, more roughish appearance seems to suit him well. Too bad his sneery countenance cancels it out. Though I have to admit, he has nice loose blond hair compared to the tight, gelled back hair he use to have. I wonder if his hair is the same color as Barbie's? I think so… As I tried to imagine myself with that same hair color, I ended staring at him longer than needed.

"Hello? Earth to Granger, anyone there? I know my devilishly good looks appeal to everyone, but I didn't know it could transfix you into staring for such a long time", He said arrogantly, whilst quietly pleased with himself.

"Yeah right, Malfoy", I snapped back at him while coming out of my blunder. "You never change, do you? I wonder if you will still be this proud when you are fifty and losing your precious hair." This seemed to scare him a little because his usual stone-like face wilted into something that resembled worry.

But before he could show too much emotion, because it's oh so horrible to put your heart on your sleeve, he replied with a smirk, "Temper temper, Granger, with that attitude you'll never get anywhere in life."

A disbelieving look crossed my face, as I had to use all my might to fight down an insult that was stirring inside of me. I didn't want to start any trouble now but I also wanted to show him how mature that I have gotten. So as a result of my maturity, all I could do was glare at him.

Draco looked at his watch, and then looked back at me. "As much as I love talking to you, I must bid you a good day as some of us have better things to do. I can't waste time talking to inferiors such as yourself." And then he disappeared, like that.

I sighed as a decided to walk back to the ministry. Not that I couldn't apparate; it just didn't seem like a good day to apparate, no matter how odd that sounds. First, Ginny tells me about this stupid ad in the newspaper and makes me realizes how lackluster my life is. I wasn't planning on doing it, but now I'm not so sure… Then I met stupid Malfoy around the corner, could my life get any worse?

I didn't know where I was going but afterwards, I somehow ended up at a park, where there were lots of little kids running about. I sat down on a bench still thinking about where my life is and where it's going. Surely it can't be that bad can it? Pretty soon, the sun set and darkness took over the park as the people started to disperse and leave, leaving me in my loneliness.

Sometime later that night, I snapped out of my thoughts and found that I missed out on work. I don't remember a time where I ever skipped work! This whole ordeal must have had me more flustered than I thought. I decided I better be heading back home since my friends must be worried about me and my absence from work.

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