YOU GUISE. I HAVE NO INSPO FOR THIS STORYYY. HELP.

"Aw, aren't you two just darling!" Drawls the arrogant voice of Cormac McLaggen, "Where's the Drakester's at?"

"He's busy. What do you want?" Blaise snaps.

Before Cormac can respond, Ginny gives him an eat shit look, "What in the bloody hell are you doing here McLaggen? Who invited you?"

"Funny you should ask" He smiles broadly as Harry Potter walks up beside him and slaps him on the back.

"McLaggen, glad to see you could make it! Shots?"

"Gladly." He uncrosses his arms and follows Harry into the living room.

Ginny and Blaise lock eyes, "He's getting too damn cocky for his own good. Again. What is he playing at?"

"There's got to be something going on between Draco and him that we don't know."

"Or something going on that Draco doesn't know." Ginny grimaces at the words, as they are so clearly true.

XX

"No, mistress. He was not there when I arrived to the party." Cormac is bowed face down, again. This time there is no fear in his words.

"You don't know where he was?" Her voice is icy but Cormac doesn't seem to notice— or care.

"Correct." He chances a glance up at her and she scowls at him. She is letting him get away with more indiscretions of late.

"Good, then. We have a little mystery on our hands and you know how I like a good secret." Her smile is suggestive.

"Oh, yes. I do."

"This is going more smoothly than I imagined, what with you being the face of my little… project."

"I will prove myself worthy, mistress. I am grateful for the opportunity to serve you."

"Serve me you will. Now, up, off your knees."

XX

"So tell me, how did it go?" The redhead is bouncing in her stool at the island in her kitchen.

"Ginny, seriously. How did it go? You forced me into spending time with a man that I- a man that I have loathed for years!"

"And now?"

"He's still the same person, if you ask me." Hermione sips her wine.

"Come on now, you know that's not really true." She cuts her eyes to the top right.

"Okay, the same person without the creepy father over shadowing everything he does. Instead, it's random women that he beds on the regular."

"If I didn't know better, I would say you're jealous! AND, if he was the same person he wouldn't even look in your direction without a sneer or insult."

Hermione rolls her eyes, "I'm not interested."

"Fine, though I will say I don't think he's bedding anyone… anymore."

"I could care less what Draco Malfoy does in his free time, Ginny."

"Oh, so you're interested in his work then?"

Hermione slams her jaw shut, affronted, "Well. I can't say that it's not admirable, what he is doing in the field."

"Mhmmm." Ginny smirks.

"Since when did you smirk, Weasley?"

"Since when do you call me Weasley?"

"Touché."

Blaise walks inside from the terrace and Ginny abruptly stops talking. He looks at her knowingly, "what are you ladies talking about?"

"WE are not talking about anything. Ginny, on the other hand is—"

"Trying to convince you to give Draco a chance?" He looks at Ginny and smiles softly, whispering, "She's got to do it on her own, Gin, and so does he. Let it go."

"When will you being seeing him again, Hermione?"

"I wont be." She scoffs.

"Oh, don't be too sure about that."

"You bloody Slytherins, always with a trick up your sleeve. Ginny, you would have done well."

"Yes she would have."

XX

She storms into the office and throws herself down in the armchair in front of the desk. She's not wearing formal clothing, as she doesn't work in a courtly setting, which begs a question to be asked.

"What are you doing here?"

"She's interested in your work."

"My work? Of fucking course." He throws his parchment down, "Leave it to bloody Granger to only be interested in the most boring part of me."

"I didn't even know you did anything admirable?"

"It's good business." He leans back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head.

"What is it?"

"Apothecary shop."

"Hmm. I don't see how that's admirable, but alright."

"Maybe the two of you should do some digging then, huh, Weasley? Or has Hermione already done it all herself…"

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing."

"Alright, then. Shall I ask her about it?"

"No." He snaps, "Blaise told me you're digging around in our business too much, I need you to back off."

Ginny's face turns a shade of tomato red; "I'll floo you later. I've got a husband to deal with."