Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Summary: Everyone in the Ministry knows that being transferred to Cloffice really means you're being sacked. But when she herself is "transferred" Ginny finds out that common knowledge isn't always right, and is shown a world and life she never knew existed. DGB
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(a/n: Thank you to those who read and reviewed the previous chapters. I hope you all enjoy the following chapter.
Read on, oh faithful ones...)
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Chapter Ten
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"This is your last week in Training Centre One," George said suddenly when they were visiting Fred's grave that Sunday.
"Mmm, so?" Ginny murmured, the Butterbeer making her tired.
"Scared?" he asked, looking both serious and curious.
"No. I don't think I am, at least," Ginny replied.
Draco and Blaise wouldn't be in the Training Centre all this week - the previous week had been their final week for that centre, and they were to move on to the second location. Ginny would miss their presence. Not that she'd admit it, of course. Claudia was doing that enough for the both of them.
"No, I'm not scared, but I'm a bit curious to see how I go. Everyone knows about the fourth week's rumours, of course," Ginny said with a slightly put-out grin.
The rumours abounded through the cafeteria, with tales of hot and hard sex, kinky foursomes and full blown orgies passing over lips and into ears faster than anyone could think. The tales seemed to get wilder with every passing person, and Ginny had no idea what to believe anymore.
George, her favourite brother, the one who had already finished training, the one who knew exactly what the fourth week entailed, refused to tell her a thing. He just smiled knowingly, infuriating her with that faraway look in his eyes, and shook his head whenever Ginny questioned him. She was contemplating putting Veritaserum in his Butterbeer just to get a straight answer out of him.
"You'll be fine. You know what they say..."
"Always look on the bright side of life?" Ginny teased.
"Prepare for the worst, but hope for the best."
"What would be the best in this case then?" she asked.
"You'll see," George said.
Shaking her head, Ginny sighed and stood up. Brushing the leaves from her robes, she began to pack their glasses and used bottles.
"What're you doing that for?" George asked, frowning. He looked around for other mourners: their usual reason for leaving early, but saw no one.
"You'll see," Ginny replied, smirking.
Where did you learn to smirk like that, little sister? George thought in surprise.
A tiniest pop sounded behind him, redirecting his thoughts immediately. He recognised that Apparation sound - he'd recognise it anywhere.
"Pansy?" he still questioned, looking to the sound.
"Hello, George," she answered softly, stepping out.
"Talk to you later, Fred," Ginny whispered, placing the Chocolate Frog on top of his tombstone. She Apparated without another word, knowing that neither George nor Pansy would answer even if she did say something.
Arriving in the apartment, Ginny set the bottles and glasses to rinse out in the sink. She sat on the lounge, determined to begin one of the latest novels she'd purchased but never seemed to have the time or energy to read. Not even five minutes later, the book was thrown to the end of the couch in a restless fit.
She wanted something to do, somewhere to go. She hadn't gone anywhere other than the Cloffice in over a month! The Burrow didn't count; it was a forced ritual and she rarely enjoyed her mother's inquisition and questions over dinner.
Getting up once more, Ginny grabbed a robe and scarf then headed out the door. She wondered if she could call Morrigan or Jordan to meet her for drinks somewhere. It wasn't encouraged to be friends outside of the Cloffice, especially if you had no known associations. It would be too easy for people to wonder why two people were meeting who had never met each other before, and yet they looked like they'd been friends for years. Wizards and witches were a fairly suspicious lot nowadays.
Hermione and Ron were out, as they would want to talk about Harry. Luna was off gods' know where hunting Nargles (or was it Snarkine season now?), and even Neville was off at Hogwarts teaching Herbology.
Stopping in front of a building, Ginny realised that she'd made her way to the front office of The Quibbler. She hadn't been in the front door before, not even for her interview. Curiosity took over and she went inside.
Seeing the receptionist and front desk in the main foyer, Ginny looked to the side and noticed the fireplace to the right; the same fireplace she'd come through for her interview.
Of course it was. What else had she expected? the little voice in her mind asked, sounding both amused and annoyed.
Ginny didn't know how to answer that question, so she didn't. Turning to leave again, she stopped short when the receptionist called her name.
"Ah, Miss Weasley, it is you. Is everything all right?" she asked, smiling brightly.
"Everything is fine, thank you. I just wanted to come into the office and get a head start on tomorrow's work," Ginny said, lying efficiently and without hesitation.
"Of course. Go right through," she replied, her smile getting brighter.
Ginny nodded curtly, heading past the reception desk and to her office. Opening the door, Ginny wasn't surprised to see that everything was as she had left it Friday afternoon. There was even a faint whiff of the perfume she'd put on before leaving in order to cover up the slight smell of sweat. She was required to sign various contracts with her own signature - some things her stand-in couldn't do due to recognition quills - and she also had to leave the office or else people would wonder how she got home all the time without her Floo's being logged on The Quibbler's fireplace records.
"Great. Now what?" she muttered to herself, realising that she couldn't leave without at least having done some 'work'. The receptionist would want to talk to her on the way out, as she always did, so Ginny couldn't just Apparate or Floo home.
Ginny did a quick spell on the door to make whoever opened it believe that she had just stepped out to go to the bathroom. She didn't want to have to explain why she wasn't in her office if the receptionist came to call.
Throwing some Floo Powder in the fireplace, Ginny stepped into the green flames.
"The Cloffice," she said, disappearing.
Not even five minutes later, Ginny was standing in the middle of the gym wearing just her training outfit.
I wanted to go out, and where did I end up? Back at work, where I am for the other five days of the week! she thought to herself, shaking her head.
You wanted to see if Draco and Blaise came here on weekends, that voice piped up, sounding triumphant. You wanted to see them one last time before they left and you wouldn't see them for a whole week. Poor Ginny, the voice said sarcastically.
"Gods', you're annoying," she muttered to the voice, beginning her workout nonetheless.
"Still talking to yourself, Ginevra?" a voice drawled behind her.
Ginny stilled immediately. This couldn't be right. It had to be a dream. It was all just a stupid dream that her subconscious was playing on her weakness and feelings and loneliness. She was just hearing things. She continued to work out and refused to turn around.
"What on earth are you doing here on a weekend, Ginevra?" another voice asked, sounding surprised.
Oh, she couldn't be dreaming. Those voices. Those two-too-lovely voices that sent thrills up her spine, the voices that wrapped around her body and warmed her to her very core. Those were the voices she attempted to capture in every dream she'd had of them for the past two weeks. The lilt and softness of their voices, the commanding and demanding presence they had simply by opening their mouths. That perfection eluded her dreams every single time, and she had no reason to think that this time would be any different.
So it was definite then. She was at work on a Sunday, the two men she lusted after (was it more than that? She didn't know yet herself) were in the same room as her, and they were completely alone.
Maybe it was a nightmare instead.
"I'm training. What are you two doing here?" she asked, turning to look at Draco and Blaise. They were both in their gym outfits and she forced herself to not look down. Not when they were in tight shorts that showed everything a bit too clearly...
"Training," they chorused, their voice blending together as they both smirked at her slowly.
She fought the urge to tremble and tried not to think of how their smirks looked so predatory. Or how they were watching her like they wanted to lick every part of her body with their tongues. No, she definitely wasn't thinking of that.
"You don't have your own personal gymnasiums?" Ginny asked in surprise.
Look, I can actually talk and function while they're around! Mother would be so proud...
"Of course. But this one offers more privacy," Draco replied.
They started to train on the bicycles, their legs moving around smoothly. She watched their legs for a moment, entranced. She looked up quickly when she realised Blaise was speaking, and berated herself for being entranced by their legs, for the gods' sakes. What was she, a silly hormonal third-year?
"Our mothers can be quite overbearing, especially since we haven't seen them for more than an hour since we got back from that silly romp across the country," Blaise said, his higher pitch mimicking his mother.
"They can be very inquisitive as well; always wondering where we're going, who we're going to be with, always afraid that we're going to run off again without a single word to let them know of our safety," Draco said, now imitating his own mother.
"Be thankful you never had your mother trying to push you into a marriage with Harry Potter because she wants at least five grandchildren before she dies," Ginny replied, parroting her mother with a grin.
"I suppose we are lucky in that respect," Blaise conceded, smirking.
"Speak for yourself. Mother tried to get me to marry Pansy, and when she refused, Mother then attempted to get an agreement with Millicent Bulstrode," Draco said, shuddering.
"Pansy refused you?" Ginny asked.
"Of course she did. She had every right to refuse since she didn't love me," Draco replied, shrugging briefly.
Remembering the way Pansy had looked at George this afternoon, Ginny nodded. She was glad Pansy had refused Draco.
"Millicent Bulstrode? Really?" Blaise asked, looking amused.
"Shut it, Zabini, or I'll tell your mother Bulstrode's single and interested in you," Draco threatened.
"I wouldn't dare of opening it then," Blaise replied, grinning.
"Millicent Bulstrode? Why not one of the Greengrass sisters at least?" Ginny asked.
"They can only trace their wizarding heritage back four generations while the Bulstrode family have been around for seven generations," Draco replied, glaring at Blaise who looked ready to laugh.
Ginny was silent, wondering how many generations her family could be traced back. Not that she cared, really. Or that it mattered. Really.
"How many generations do both of you go back then?" she asked.
"Fifteen," Draco replied.
"Ten, at least. There's a couple of inconsistencies with some of my ancestor's tales, but it's a definite ten in the very least," Blaise replied, grinning.
Nodding briefly, Ginny went silent, focusing on her workout instead.
There was Uncle Barnabus. He was Mum's great-great-great-great-great uncle, so that's six generations, Ginny caught herself thinking when her Alarm Quill sounded. Changing the alarm for another twenty minutes, she changed to the next training cycle and continued.
"Where are you going?" she asked Draco and Blaise, realising that they were moving into the side room with the dummy.
She hadn't been in there since parts of the door had been removed from her body. The door really was stained with blood, as Morrigan had told her, and people had already begun to exaggerate what had happened. Ginny had heard that the blood was really from a demon that was housed inside the dummy. If she hadn't known what had happened - or if it hadn't happened directly to her - that was one of the tales she could believe.
"We're going to train on brooms. Care to join us?" Draco asked, his tone full of suggestion.
YES! Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
Ginny thought of them flying around her; their hands gripping the wood between their thighs, flying so close she could smell them, whispering to her as they stroked the broom handle...
"N-no," she said, licking her dry lips. "I've got to finish this cycle first," she added, leaving the invitation open.
"Well, maybe when you're finished then," Blaise replied with a grin. He grabbed Draco by the arm and practically dragged him into the room quickly. Whispers floated out of the room.
As she was now alone, the radio started blaring some loud pumping songs. Ginny almost hexed the radio for destroying the whisper. Grumbling to herself, she continued through the cycle, wishing it would go faster, just so she could train on a broomstick too.
If that's what they're even doing, the little voice murmured.
Images of hands stroking, lips joining, moans escaping all assaulted her mind and she held back a loud moan.
Finally, the Alarm Quill sounded, and Ginny hurried to the room with the dummy. It looked at her with those empty eyes, yet it seemed to judge her, as if it knew every dirty and lust-filled thought she'd had about the two wizards flying overhead.
Looking up, Ginny stared at Draco and Blaise flying in appreciation. Not only did they look both absolutely drool-worthy, but they also conveyed a sense of elegance while riding their brooms.
Had all of the Quidditch games she'd seen been this sinful? Ginny thought in a daze as she stared at their legs tight around the broom handles.
"Glad you could join us. Care to choose a broomstick?" Blaise asked, smirking down at her.
She nodded mutely, her words caught in her throat. Her hand trembled slightly as she called a broomstick to her. She mounted it and was in the air in seconds, the familiar feeling temporarily pushing away her nerves.
Blaise narrowly dodged a hex from Draco, sending one back at him.
"How good are you at hexing while flying?" Draco asked, stopping beside her.
"I'm all right, I suppose," she replied modestly.
"Modesty, Ginevra? We saw how good you fly on it, we just want to know how good you are," Blaise said from the other side of her.
"So we'll ask again; how good are you at hexing while flying?" Draco asked. "The truth this time," he added, moving closer to her.
"I'm good," she said.
A slight grin on her lips was their only warning, and in seconds Ginny had hexed both Draco and Blaise before flying straight up into the air. She looked down at them, grinning broadly when she saw their legs shaking.
While the Jellylegs spell was somewhat harmless, on brooms it could be dangerous if the person wasn't a good flier and fell from their broom. Ginny knew enough of Draco and Blaise's flying experience to be confident that the spell would only be an irritation. She was right.
"How utterly unfair and sneaky of you, Ginevra," Draco muttered, stopping the Jellylegs spell easily.
"Should have been a Slytherin," Blaise murmured, undoing the spell on his legs too and sending his own hex straight up.
Ginny grinned and nudged her broom to get out of the way of the hex ball. She frowned as the ball began to split, and gasped slightly as she recognised the spell. It was a seeking spell, designed to follow its target until it hit. When it hit the intended person, it would allow the sender to continually hex them, and as such, outrunning the spell was almost more of a problem than the spell itself.
Moving faster now, Ginny dodged three of the splits. Two broke off and followed her as she flew around the ceiling quickly. Trying to outwit the seeking spell was difficult, but it could be done. She hovered in the air for a moment, letting the spells move towards her from opposite directions. Ginny dropped in the air as the spells got closer, but she was a second too late, and both of the splits hit her instead of each other.
With a triumphant grin, Blaise sent three spells at random parts of the room. All three spells immediately stopped and flew directly up to Ginny. Letting out a growl of frustration, Ginny put up a temporary shield and started to move her broom down towards Draco and Blaise.
They were both sending spells and hexes around the room, Blaise's joining Draco's so they were able to find her without him needing to aim.
Ginny looked at their combined spells curiously, even as they battered against her weakening shield. It took a lot of practice to combine spells, and both Draco and Blaise were doing it as if it was second nature to them.
Was it blue wrapped around green, or green around blue? she wondered, watching as the next spell hit her shield. It was the last spell the shield could handle, and it dissolved into nothing mere seconds before the next hex veered towards her. Cursing, Ginny hurried to deflect the spell with her wand.
"You curse like that around your parents, Ginevra?" Blaise asked with a smirk as he flew up towards her.
"Yes, they say I'm adorable when I swear," she replied sarcastically, pointing her wand at him.
"I'll bet you are," Draco said, managing to look up and down her body despite the fact that she was still on a broomstick. "Oh, fuck me," he said throatily, obviously attempting to imitate her.
Ginny almost fell off her broom.
Blaise chuckled when he saw her expression, steadying her broom as she wavered. "Need a hand, Ginevra?" he said, his voice low as he looked at her through his long lashes. His innuendo was clearer than crystal.
They're just teasing me so they can hex me. That's all, she told herself firmly.
She swallowed forcibly and nodded at her own justification. Seconds later, Ginny had hexed Blaise and sent another one at Draco. She flew down towards the ground, pulling up when she was close enough to land.
How do you know they were teasing? What if they were serious? GET BACK IN THERE! her inner voice yelled at her.
Ginny ignored the little voice, grabbed her clothes, and left the gym before Draco and Blaise could take the Bat Bogey Hexes off. The moment she was at a fireplace, she Flooed back to her apartment.
"Idiot, idiot, idiot," she muttered at herself, closing the grate behind her with a loud clang.
The little voice in her mind agreed with her wholeheartedly.
Collapsing on the lounge, Ginny tried not to think of anything - especially not two certain males-who-would-hereafter-remain-nameless - and tried to focus on the fact that she was right where she'd been at the beginning of the day.
She'd left the apartment to get out, and she'd ended up at work! And she'd even gone through The Quibbler's front door.
Remembering this fact, Ginny also remembered why she'd gone to the Cloffice in the first place: to pass the time before having to go back and talk to the receptionist at the front desk. She'd come straight back here instead.
"Gods' damn it all!" she yelled in frustration.
Sitting up, Ginny hurried to put her clothes and robes on before Flooing back to her office at The Quibbler.
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"You were stupid to have done that to her, Draco," Blaise said.
"Your innuendo wasn't any better," Draco muttered.
Ginny stopped in her fireplace, shocked that she could hear Blaise and Draco. She'd Flooed to the right place, hadn't she? Checking the grate, Ginny saw that she was at her office at The Quibbler, and contemplated just going back to the apartment. Let the receptionist think what she wanted.
It took Ginny a moment to realise that the fire was starting to lose the small amount of Floo powder she'd used, and it was getting rather warm.
Opening the grate and stepping out into her office, Ginny hurried to brush the soot off her robes, grateful it wasn't flames. She liked these robes.
The conversation between the two nameless males with their two too-lovely-voices stopped the moment she came out of the fireplace.
"What are you doing two in my office?" Ginny asked with a sigh.
"We came to apologise," Blaise said.
When Ginny was silent, Draco walked towards her. She stood perfectly still, unable to step backwards. Her mind seemed to get hazy with every step closer that he took, so Apparating was out of the question. They hadn't covered this type of distraction in class.
You don't want to Apparate anyway, do you? the little voice in her mind asked, and if it had a face, Ginny was certain that it would have a smug smile.
Draco stopped a metre away from her. "We're sorry, Ginevra. We shouldn't have teased you like that, and we should have seen it was making you uncomfortable," he said, his voice soft and apologetic.
"We're very sorry," Blaise added, suddenly beside Draco, "will you forgive us?"
Ginny wasn't sure why they were apologising for that or asking for her forgiveness. The only uncomfortableness she'd experienced around them was due to her own hormones! But how could she explain that to them when they looked so very upset at their actions?
Oh, please. You know exactly how you can explain this, that little voice said, it's every word dripping suggestiveness.
I think that voice is getting louder, Ginny thought to herself with a mutter.
"Ginevra?" Blaise prompted, making her realise that she hadn't answered them for a almost a minute. "Are you all right?"
"Do you want us to leave?" Draco asked, both of them taking a step back.
"No!" she said, a bit too forcefully.
They both stopped in surprise at her tone.
"No. Stay right there," Ginny said, her voice softer now.
Stepping so she was directly in front of Blaise, she stood up on her toes and kissed him, her hands clinging onto his shoulders. Her heart skipped when he kissed her back, his arms winding around her waist.
The haze in her mind cleared and Ginny suddenly realised that she was kissing Blaise Zabini. And he was kissing her back! And by the gods' was he good at it...
She pulled away, a smile on her lips. He kissed her once briefly, and they both looked to Draco. He looked upset, and for a moment, Ginny wondered if she'd judged their relationship wrong.
"You kissed him first," Draco said, sounding disappointed.
"I was going alphabetically," Ginny replied, smirking.
"How is Zabini before Malfoy?"
"Blaise is before Draco," Blaise countered smugly.
Ginny shook her head briefly, standing in front of Draco and kissing him. Her arms around his neck, she kissed him eagerly, almost moaning as his tongue slid into her mouth. His hands moved inside her robe, but stayed on her hips, holding her close against his body.
A knock on the door startled them, and Ginny practically leapt away from Draco, as if she was sixteen again and about to get caught making out with someone in the Common Room.
Draco chuckled at her reaction and pulled Blaise to him, kissing him. She sank onto her chair, watching them and trying to calm her emotions at the same time.
"Yes?" Ginny called, staring as they started to involve their tongues in their kiss.
"I was just wondering if you were all right, Miss Weasley," the receptionist said.
She opened the door, and by the time she looked in, Draco and Blaise were sitting on chairs across from Ginny's office. They both looked bored, instead of the heated expressions they'd had on their faces only moments ago.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realise you had an interview," she said hurriedly, staring at Draco and Blaise.
"Quite all right. I've almost finished the interview with Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Zabini," Ginny said, smiling at her.
"Well, I'll leave you to it then. Good bye," she said quickly, closing the door and going back to her desk.
Ginny waited until she couldn't hear her anymore, and then let out a relieved sigh. It was cut short when she realised that now she was going to have to actually write something about Draco and Blaise, or at least interview them for whoever was writing her articles to write about.
"Great, now I've got to actually interview you," Ginny muttered when she saw that they were watching her. "Any chance we can just Obliviate her?"
"I doubt that. I have the feeling she's gone and already announced that we're going to be headline news tomorrow morning," Blaise said with a smirk.
"We haven't been in the headlines for a while," Draco mused, an identical smirk on his face.
"Should we really give them something to write about?" Blaise asked, giving Ginny the most devilish grin she'd ever seen before.
"Like what?" she asked, trying not to let her voice hitch.
"Some artistically shot photographs of Draco and myself in one or two compromising situations?" Blaise asked.
"Only two?" Draco replied, smirking. "Well, I suppose we don't want our mothers to have strokes."
"No. Can't do that," Ginny said, trying to get the thought of them in any compromising situation out of her head.
If she had to do an interview, she had to do it with a clear head. Which was going to be extremely difficult considering they were kissing again...
"Don't worry so much, Ginevra. We'll tell Pansy to have some ridiculous story about us written in The Quibbler for tomorrow. She'll deal with it," Blaise said.
"Now, are you going to kiss us again, or do we have to persuade you?" Draco asked, a glint in his eye that promised a very enticing persuasion indeed.
Grinning, Ginny stood up and nimbly avoided their hands as she went over to the door. "If I've got nothing to worry about, then I don't need to stay here any longer, do I?"
Draco and Blaise stared after her as she left the office with a broad grin. Her expression was neutral by the time she made it to the front desk. After a five minute chat with the receptionist, Ginny left The Quibbler's office and Apparated home.
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(a/n: Thank you for reading.
I hope you enjoyed the chapter!)
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