Chapter 10

Back at her apartment, Ginny had made herself a fresh pot of coffee and settled down at her desk with a cup of java in one hand and a quill in the other. She had a nice stack of paper in front of her, and was ready to begin her rough draft of the article. Some notes scribbled on a piece of parchment were the only material she currently had to work with, but she was able to start it nonetheless.

The expose began with setting the scene of the office that she had not long arrived from. She described in detail the hustle and bustle that she personally witnessed while on her way to see her father. No matter what words she chose to illustrate the way the Ministry of Magic really was during her visit, she felt that nothing truly gave the actual state of chaos justice. After playing around with her vocabulary for a bit, she was finally content with how she portrayed the Ministry.

Next she had to make her view on the situation known, leaning the readers in the direction of thinking that this new change is either good for the magical public or bad. Of course Ginny thought that the renovation was positive, without these alterations then there would still be corrupt people with power and that was not good for anyone.

Although she had only a couple paragraphs written, she was already happy with how the piece was turning out. She had yet to get into the more classified information, and she still had to decide whether or not she was going to pay her least favorite brother a visit. Well, he wasn't really her least favorite, but he definitely wasn't at the top of her list currently and she knew that she wasn't at the top of his either. Would he even talk to her? The redhead was not sure, but if she wanted to then she could give it a try. The worst that could happen is that he refuses to talk to her and slams the door in her face. Actually, the worst that could happen is he sends something out to attack her, but she seriously doubted that he would do such a thing.

On the other hand, if he did talk to her then she could try to weasel some sweet tidbits of information out of him. He was one of her brothers after all, and after dealing with them her whole life she knew how to handle them.

Either way she would get her article, come hell or high water. She was determined, and when Ginny set her mind to something she made it a point to get it done. So, she wrote a little more, expanding on what she already had found out. She was not sure whether or not to address Fudge in the article, it could be politically dangerous for the newspaper, but at the same time once word gets out then everyone will be writing about it.

She wouldn't avoid the soon to be fired Minister of Magic altogether, but she decided not to reveal too much. Just enough information to get the public interested in the current situation, and hopefully on her side of the issue, would be all she needed to use. Yes, that would work...

Then a noise interrupted her thoughts. There was a jiggling at the doorknob of the door to her apartment. She jumped out of her seat, startled, and knocked over her mug. Luckily the cup was empty and so nothing spilled onto her papers. With a sigh of relief she set the coffee cup upright and then hurried over to the front door.

Ginny looked at the door and saw that the knob was moving, like someone was trying to break into her apartment. She grabbed her wand, realized that she could potentially get in trouble if she used magic on a Muggle, and so stuck the wand in her back pocket and picked up the closest object to her that was able to be used as a weapon. That happened to be a dictionary, which could hurt if slammed onto some unsuspecting person's head.

She stood at the side of the door and waited for it to open. Her plan was to quickly hit the person over the head with the book, and then ask questions. It seemed like a good idea at the time, risking neither her safety nor the secrecy of the fact that she knew magic.

Finally the door opened inward and Ginny raised the heavy book with her arms. In less then a second she saw blonde hair and in the confusion the dictionary slammed down onto the floor, causing a loud bang.

"What kind of greeting is this for your fiancée?" she was asked, and she looked up to see Draco looking at her with the expression of curiosity upon his face.

"Oh, it's only you," she replied, almost to herself because she hadn't answered his question. She had forgotten that she gave Draco a copy of her key so that he could come over and let himself in when he wanted to see her. "You interrupted me; I was actually getting some work done."

"Who did you think it was?" he asked her, about to smile at the fact that he had scared her. He didn't think that he would frighten her by using the key because she only gave a key to him. Actually, he knew that she once gave Potter a key when they were still together, but did he still have it? Either way Draco was anticipating the moment when Ginny would get rid of that apartment.

"How was your day?" she asked, turning around and heading back over to her desk. Ginny sat back down again and stared at what she had previously written. She was glad to see Draco, but he had disrupted her thoughts and she wanted to write her ideas done before she forgot them.

"Dull," he answered, moving over to where she was sitting. "But getting better now that I'm here. What about yours? Do anything interesting today?"

"I finally took my visit to the Ministry and saw my father," she replied. "The whole place is swamped with paperwork."

"That is not surprising," he said, getting closer to her. Ginny sat upright in her chair, adding a couple items to her notes when he got right up behind her. Draco brushed her long red hair to one side, leaving the other side of her neck naked. Then he leaned down and slowly began kissing her down the side of her pale freckled neck.

Ginny could not concentrate with this kind of distraction going on, so she set down her quill and the papers and turned around to face her love. Where did he learn to be so charming? So romantic? It couldn't have been from his father, a man who was known to be cold and harsh. She could not find an answer to these questions, and she wasn't sure if she truly wanted to know. She didn't want to spoil what they had by questioning everything about him. If there was one thing she learned, it is that the truth is not always pretty.

So instead of continuing to analyze things in her mind, she decided to let her guard down and melt into the kisses that he was ready to give. It was surprising how much Draco had a hold over her. All he had to do was put on his charm and she would be his, but it was only recently that she realized she even held some power over him. He acted as though he needed no one, but she could tell that he in a way he did need her, because in some odd way he actually fell in love.

It was not long before they found themselves in bed. Both had stripped off their clothing and Draco was attempting to kiss every single freckle on Ginny's body, which was about impossible because there were so many. She soon forgot about work, the Ministry, her family, and everything that was going on in her life. It was like the rest of the world had vanished, and now all that was left was Ginny, Draco, and the bed.

Ginny clenched the sheets with her hands, tempted to scream out in pleasure. She couldn't think, she couldn't talk, and all she could do was lie there in ecstasy. Draco seemed to be the perfect match for her. Never had she felt so much pleasure before she fell for him. Now every minute spent with him was one for her to treasure.

When they were done, they laid down next to each other, catching their breath. Sweat had accumulated on Ginny's brow, and she wiped her face with her hand. She would need to take a shower, but that could wait.

They were silent for several minutes until Ginny decided to break it; she hated long awkward silences, not that this one was awkward, but any silence in a way can make people feel uncomfortable. She was one of those kinds of people.

"Well," she said, not sure exactly what to say. "That was great."

She turned her face to see his reaction, and a familiar grin was the first thing that she saw. Normally this would be the moment that he would make some remark in reference to how it must have been great because he was good at everything, but he didn't say a thing. He wasn't always as cocky as she had known him to be, but then again everyone has sides to them that they only show to certain people. Ginny would have felt special, but she didn't want to jinx it.

Another couple minutes went by until Draco finally said something. "When are you going to get rid of this dump and move in with me?" he asked, looking at Ginny head on with his grey-blue eyes. They reminded her of how the sky looks on a hazy day or when a storm is approaching.

She didn't like how he spoke of her apartment. It was her first place that was all her own, and she had lived there since leaving Hogwarts. How could he call it a dump? Yes, it was no Taj Mahal, but it was home to her. Ginny could not afford a classy and overly expense place to live like Draco, but her apartment was decent for what it was. She had a bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, and living room. It was big enough for her and for when she had company over. The place was also in good condition. So, yet again, how could he call it a dump?

She knew that he was used to the finer things in life, but she had grown up with a big family and not enough money to spend on nice things. Although she could understand why Draco held twisted views and values, she was still insulted by that remark. Ginny sat up and looked down at him. "That was unnecessary."

"What are you talking about?" he asked, apparently confused at why she was acting offended. He did not understand that he did anything wrong.

"That nasty remark you just made," she replied. "This place is in no way, shape, or form to be called a dump. It's my home."

He sat up next and looked as though he was actually thinking about what to say. He didn't want to get her more upset, he knew how she could get when she was really bothered by something or someone, so he wanted to choose his words carefully.

"I'm sorry," he stated, a phase that he always hated having to use. He was raised to believe that Malfoys never feel sorry for anything, but he later learned that was not completely true. "I didn't mean it in that way. It's just that since we are getting married you might as well work on moving in. That way I won't have to come all the way out here to see you."

"I still have to talk to the landlord," Ginny answered, silently accepting his apology. She definitely wanted to marry Draco, but she was worried about moving in with him. What would it be like to live with him 24/7? She would have to get used to the decorations of the place, which gave off an eerie Malfoy feel. Maybe she would be able to talk him into redecorating, so she wouldn't have to live in a place that was obviously ornamented by Draco's father, or at least by the same decorator that did the Malfoy mansion. Also, something she didn't think of until now, she would have to live with a house elf, which could be weird. Her anxiety about moving in with him was setting in...

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