Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. If I did, I'd be doing something more interesting than sitting on my bed writing a fanfic as an extension of my daydreams. I'd probably be on a date somewhere romantic cuddled up with Tom Felton. What about his longtime girlfriend Jade, you may ask? Well, if I did own the Harry Potter series, I'd have enough money for her to be, ahem, taken out of the way. Oh, how happy I'd be then!

Well, here you are. I wrote you another chapter! I was pretty disappointed though at the lack of reviews I got for the last one. It was my best so far, or so I though. I know it wasn't super long, but I had Draco in it! Why did I lose reviewers, you guys? I hope you all come back and make me feel like I'm doing something worthwhile with my writing!

So, I really hope you like this chapter! It's not much longer than the last one, but it's getting there. The next one should be pretty good! What did you guys think of Draco in the last one? Did I do a good job on making him mean? I hope I did okay because I'm going to be writing a lot of that for a while!

Well, enjoy the chapter, compliments of the author! (ME!)

Without further ado…

Chapter 4

Ginny POV

The next morning as I got ready for my six-thirty to two shift at the café, I seriously started wishing I'd taken Malfoy up on the offer to get fitted for clothes today. Pulling my shoes on, I began to dread having to face Jack after running out after breakfast. What would he say? Would it be weird between us? What would he say about the way I acted? Would he even bring it up? Oh, I hoped he did the latter and just acted like it hadn't happened.

When I got to work, my question was answered. He smiled over at me but said nothing. It continued that way through the day and he only spoke to me when he had to. I had known I'd hurt him, but he was unconsciously hurting me back. How was he to know that I really did wish I could have said yes? I wished I could tell him everything that happened but that was out of the question. That would require telling him I was a witch and that was against every rule ever made.

It was with a great sigh of relief that I walked out the door after a long day's work. It felt like it would never end. Normally, I loved going to work. I worked with fun people and the customers that came in were always a joy, especially the regulars. Never before had I wanted so badly for the day to end. It was hard to believe that just two days ago life had been uncomplicated and normal. How could life be turned upside down so fast?

The next few days were no different. On some days, I wished I could just quit earlier than I'd planned. Sadly though, that wasn't an option. I still had bills and rent to pay, even if they were split with Luna. I still had two months before I could quit. At least after than I'd never have to face Jack again. Being a muggle, he'd never step foot in St. Mungos and I'd not be living around here so the chances of running into him would be slim to none. It saddened me to know that I was practically running away, but I didn't have a choice.

When I was woken by the sunlight pouring into my window Sunday morning, I let out a sigh of relief. I didn't have to work today. I was almost glad I'd have to spend the better part of the day with Malfoy. At least then I didn't have to feel the quilt stabbing me at every turn. No, I'd only have to deal with the prick. I could deal with him.

Sitting up in bed, I was surprised to hear many voices coming from the direction of the kitchen. I bounded from bed and raced to the kitchen, not caring that my hair looked like a rats nest on my head from sleep. Sitting around the table were not only Luna, but also Hermione, Lavender and Padma. "You guys are here!" I exclaimed, hugging each of them.

"We couldn't wait any longer to come by!" Lavender exclaimed. "Look," she held her hand up, "Seamus and I already got married!"

I gasped, grabbing her hand and looking at the ring. "Oh my gosh! Congrats Lavender! That's so awesome!" I exclaimed, forgetting all my worries for the moment.

Hermione smiled but her smile was more of a wishful one. "It's good to see someone got a happy ending," she said with a sigh.

Padma too let out a sigh. "Yeah, not everyone has it so easy," she said.

"So, how's the Ron situation?" I asked the two of them gently as I poured a cup of coffee.

Hermione let out a sigh and shook her head. "He's not happy about it but he's taking it better than I did," she said.

"Yeah," Padma added. "We already have a date set for the wedding. There isn't much point trying to fight it, so we're just going to go with it. If we had such a high compatibility then surely we'll be okay together." She shrugged and took a sip of her own coffee.

"How about Charlie?" I asked Hermione.

She let out a sigh and shook her head. "He's happy as a clam. He told me he'd never really expected he'd get married and he's thrilled that he's got 'such a great match.' I don't know though, I'm doing my research to see if there is a way around this stupid law. If there is a loophole, I'll find one. I'm not going to let the Ministry run my life. So far though, I've found nothing," she told us, a frown on her face.

"What did Mum say?" I asked Hermione and Padma both.

"She's happy both of us will be part of the family," Hermione said. "She's happy Charlie's going to be married to someone she approved of. Evidently, she though Ron and I would do better as just friends before even this law was passed. She said something about our fighting."

I nodded in understanding. They did fight a lot. "Yeah, she did worry about you guys fighting so much."

"Well, we had our differences. Every couple does," Hermione retorted.

"While we were talking with your Mum yesterday, she asked us who you got matched with. Did you just decide to not tell her?" Padma asked curiously, sympathy filling her voice. "We told her we didn't know, thinking it was best if you told her. You can't keep it from everyone for long, even if your match is horrible."

I let out a sigh and nodded knowingly. "Yeah, I know," I muttered, taking another sip of coffee. "I just didn't really want to face her yet. She's going to pitch a fit when she finds out. Dad's going to be worse. You know how he hates the Malfoy's. Even now that Lucius Malfoy is gone I still don't think he'll be too happy." Lucius Malfoy had been killed just weeks after the war ended while he was being pursed. When he found out he'd be returned to Azkaban, he put up a huge fight. He was killed in the process. "Do you guys know who Harry get matched with? I haven't heard yet," I asked in a desperate attempt to change the subject.

"He got Pansy Parkinson," Hermione said, a frown on her face. "He's about as happy with the match as you are with yours."

Just then, a tapping on the window drew everyone's attention. Looking, I saw Malfoy's large black eagle owl. I got up and let him in, watching as it fluttered gracefully down to the kitchen table. "Oh, this is one beautiful owl," Luna said, giving him some freshly cooked eggs.

"I wish I could say I look upon it happily," I said, taking the letter it dropped on the table. "It's Malfoy's owl." I sighed and looked down to see my name scrawled gracefully across the front. "Speak of the devil and he'll come calling."

"What does it say?" Lavender asked excitedly.

I looked over at her incredulously as I held the unopened letter. "How am I to know?" I asked with a laugh as the owl fluttered back out the window. "I haven't opened it yet."

"Well open it then!" she exclaimed. Everyone else nodded excitedly, waiting with baited breath.

"Why are you all so excited?" I asked as I tore the envelope. "It's just Malfoy we're talking about. He's an arrogant git."

"Arrogant git or not, he's hot," Padma said with a giggle. "Do you not read witch weekly? He's been labeled as the Number One Most Eligible Bachelor five months running, for the past two years he's been labeled as Sexiest Single Wizard, and he's been on the cover at least ten times this year alone. He's even beat out Lockheart on the number of weeks strait for the Most Charming Smile Award."

We all stared at her dumbstruck, forks pausing halfway to mouths and coffee cups pausing mid-air. "How do you know all that?" I questioned, surprised.

"I've always kind of had a thing for bad boys," she said slyly. "I went through a phase last year of obsession with him. He is, after all, the poster boy for a bad boy."

"Except he's no boy," Lavender cut in. "He's all man."

Padma giggled and nodded. "Yes. They say he hasn't been in a relationship in over five years. Nothing he has extends beyond the first night, if you know what I mean," she said, smiling.

"So he's a playboy. Joy," I muttered, shaking my head and looking down at the letter, reading it quickly.

"What does it say?" Lavender questioned again now that I'd read it.

I shrugged. "He's just reminding me that he's taking me to get fitted for new clothes today," I told them. "Like I could forget I'd have to spend the day with that git."

"He's buying you new clothes?" Padma asked excitedly. "See, he's not so bad!"

"No, he is," I retorted. "He's only getting me a new wardrobe because a future Malfoy cannot be seen in 'clothes like this.'" I pointed at the comfy nightshirt I was wearing. It was an old Quidditch jersey of Charlie's. "I figure I'll pick my battles. If he's determined to get me new clothes, then let him waste his money. I won't complain."

"What time is he going to be here?" Luna questioned, taking a bite of toast that I assumed she didn't cook. It was lightly brown, not burnt.

Looking at the clock I saw that it was a little past nine. "Oh, in about two hours," I said, finishing my breakfast. "That means I have only two hours to make myself presentable to his high and mighty arrogance. Normally, I wouldn't try to impress him but the better I can do, the less he'll have to rag on me about. I don't think I can stand an entire afternoon with his snide little comments."

Lavender bounded from her chair, letting out an excited squeal. "Then the four of us will make you the most stunning woman he's ever laid eyes on!" she exclaimed. The four of them proceeded to pull me back to my room to get me read, breakfast all but forgotten.

Draco POV

In an attempt to keep Weasley from being late and delaying my plans, I decided I'd pick her up. It wasn't hard to find her address, a small flat in the middle of muggle London. It was high end by no means, really it was little more than pauper. Walking up to the door of the small flat, I mentally prepared myself for the afternoon ahead. No Weasley was easy to deal with, especial one the youngest of them with a temper of a lioness.

Knocking on the bare wooden door, I waited impatiently for someone to answer. To my surprise, within second I could hear the giggling of several girls on the other side. I let out a sigh and rolled my eyes. Just great, this is just what I needed: hormonal girls. Today just kept getting worse and worse.

"Will you guys just hush it?" I heard Weasley exclaim from the other side of the door. Then the door opened. What I'd expected was not what I saw. Instead of the grungy girl I'd seen the other day, before me stood a beautiful woman. I almost didn't recognize her. The usually unruly red hair was pulled back in an elegant French braid. And instead of the worn clothes that I'd expected she wore a pair of black slacks and a green turtleneck sweater. To top it off were a pair of green heels and a small green purse.

"Take a picture, it will last longer," she said, pushing past me. "See you later guys!" she called back before shutting the door. She was halfway down the steps before realized what was happening. "You coming or are we going to stand on the front stoup all day?" She turned to look at me expectantly with a smirk on her face. Oh, she was good, I'd give her that. But we couldn't have her running the show, that wouldn't work at all.

"You expect to spend a day on your feet in those things?" I questioned mockingly, walking down to where she was waiting. "Honestly, who are you trying to kid? You don't wear heels; you wear worn shoes falling apart. Your feet will be aching by the end of the day. Who did you borrow those from anyway? I'm sure you don't own anything like that. It's too nice." To my utter satisfaction the smirk on her face was wiped off, instead a glare was pointed towards me. That was better.

"If you're going to be like this all day then I'm going back inside and you'll lose the only chance I'm giving you to force a new wardrobe upon me," she said threating, her hands settling on her hips, fingers twitching towards her wand.

Smirking at her anger, I simply shrugged and started walking down the street to the apparition point I'd set up. "Are you coming?" I called back without turning, my stride not pausing. I was pleased to hear her huff of irritation and angry click of her heels as she hurried to catch up with me.

"Where are you taking me anyway?" she demanded when she'd reached my side.

"Penelope Padwan's Robes and More," I answered without looking down at the angry redhead. "I doubt you've ever heard of it and certainly never stepped foot in there. It's the most accredited clothing store in all of wizard London. One set of robes costs more than your father could make in a lifetime."

She let out an irritated sigh and stopped. "Will you please just be nice for once? I don't want to spend the rest of the day listening to you put me and my family down," she half yelled at me.

I rolled my eyes and held out my arm, having reached the point we'd apparate from. "Don't go getting your knickers in a twist," I sneered, looking over at her. She had her arms folded stubbornly across her chest. "Will you just take my arm so we can be off? I'd rather get this done with today. The less time I spend with you the better for my health."

Muttering hotly under her breath, she grabbed my arm none to gently. After smirking down at her for a moment, I asked, "Now that wasn't too hard, was it?"

"Just shut up and apparate," she ordered, a frown etched on her face.

With a smirk, I turned on the spot.

So, how was it? Did I do okay? It's really hard to write Draco mean. Unlike my huge store of romantic words I can use, my mean dictionary isn't too big. I don't have much other than 'sneer,' 'smirk,' and 'mock.' I would use 'tease' but that sounds more of a good-natured kind of humor. Any other suggestions so I can add variety to the story? Any new words would be much appreciated!

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