Working for the Dragon

Chapter 9. It's a new day

I lay in his arms unconcerned about my surroundings as we observed the diamond-like stars twinkle in the midnight blue sky. It was a coolly beautiful night out; I shivered lightly, my bare shoulders prickling with goose bumps. I couldn't tell if they were from the anticipation of being with him or simply because I was feeling cold.

Either ways, he felt my discontentment and moved his arm protectively around me so that now, his incredibly toned chest became my pillow and his fiery heat, my body warmth. He used his other hand as his headrest as he observed the sky with such intensity, as though he was searching for answers for questions of his own.

"Better?" He kissed my forehead softly with his soft lips. I closed my eyes, sighing in utter bliss. His simple touch was enough to turn my body into livewire.

There was nothing but pure silence between us and we were comfortable with that. It gave us comfort, serenity and so many other qualities that we always dreamt of having but never once did have, until we found each other.

Mindlessly, my fingers traced the pale contours of his muscles and his grip tightened on me. I kissed his bare chest from where my wandering fingers had unbuttoned his ash black shirt, a colour that he seemed partial to. My lips moved their way up his neck, feeling the force he had planted on his Adam's apple. He was holding back, I could tell.

I brushed my lips down that path once more before playfully nipping his chin. I looked up to meet his stormy eyes.

"Ginny…." He growled warningly, his eyes clouded with dangerous desire and conflicting emotions. I winked at him mischievously, egging my man on.

"I could lie here with you forever." I told him truthfully. His arms made me feel protected, loved and it took away my littlest doubt.

"Me too." He smiled at me as he kissed my eyelids. Moving down, he kissed my nose, knowing that it was a sensitive spot.

"If I sneeze…." I threatened, not really meaning a word, "I'll use your shirt as my hankie."

He laughed at this, "You say the strangest things at the oddest time." His lips were not far from mine now. It won't be soon before long when his would capture mine and ravish them with one of his passionate, mind blowing kisses.

I closed my eyes as invitation, I was all his, he knew and he was all mine. It started off as a chaste kiss; a simple kiss on the lips which slowly deepened into something fervent. Soon enough, my hands were gripping his hair, combing through the silk platinum blonde mass roughly.

His hands were all over my body, lighting me up as he went. There was a light tapping noise in the background which I chose to ignore. Caught up in the heat of the moment, I turned so that he could be on top of me instead.

"Mmmm…Draco." I moaned feverishly arching my back as his butterfly kisses brushed my collar bone. I simply couldn't get enough of him.

Wait a minute, Draco?

It was as though the television in my mind exploded when the bucket of iced water aka reality was splashed right onto my head.

"Yeowch!" Talk about an unpleasant way to wake up, seriously. I groaned in pain, wincing as I touched my skull only to feel the raw tenderness of my injury. In my shock, I had fallen out of my bed.

"What the….. Good morning, Mr. Floor." I mumbled miserably as I lay slumped over the cold wood thanking divine powers that Mum loved our mini farm thing and hated the idea of Italian marble for tiles.

Ugh, my head was throbbing in pain; it'd definitely leave a bump or something unpleasantly embarrassing. I sat up, rubbing my head in self-pity. That tapping was persistent, the one from my dream, or nightmare; I didn't quite know what to call it.

Did I really just dream that Draco Malfoy and I were in the middle of a snogfest? Or did I just have a nightmare that my boss and I were having an illicit affair?

I'm exaggerating as usual, being my overly dramatic self but honestly, I kissed my boss in my dreams, I'd never be able to look at him the same way ever again. It was like stumbling upon PlayWizard or other pornographic material, somehow, your way of looking at things or someone would never be the same again.

Man, I was so screwed.

"Oh, go away." I grumbled to the tapping, apparently grumpy about having lost whatever I had left of my sleep before I woke up and went to work. Which reminded me….

"What the…. fudge!" I cursed, well technically, scrambling up in panic after I had set my sights on my digital alarm clock.

"I'm late….!" I wailed, my mind randomly moving to thoughts about my periods aka monthly course. Of course, that was not the case. I was regular, thank you very much.

No matter what miracle had taken place last night outside this very cottage, Mal-Draco would still fire me! I was totally done for. It was 8am. How could I have slept through the ringing of my alarm?

The tapping grew louder sounding more like a woodpecker pecking on wood. I turned to the direction of the noise in mid-panic. There was an owl at my window, a very irate owl, I realized from its expression as I neared my window.

It looked classic, not the types that you'd find in the Apothecary in Diagon Alley even though dear Hedwig, bless her feathery soul was a beautiful snowy white bird. This bird screamed 'Draco Malfoy' all over it with its silky raven black wings and sharp, fierce looking blue eyes. This was a rare find.

It had a letter in its mouth; I was pretty sure that if I didn't take it this very instant, the owl would combust. Ah, my termination letter. I felt my heart sinking, a feeling that I was slightly accustomed too over the many mistakes I had made in my time at Malfoy Empire. This was it, the real moment where I was about to be terminated.

His owl flew off, probably glad to be done with its duty before I could even thank it, let alone attach a reply or something. With shaky hands, I finally opened the letter which had the Malfoy crest on it.

You are fired.

As soon as I had finished reading those three words with a heavy heart, the letter, like a Howler, immediately burst into flames, scaring the hell out of me. Yet however, it did not turn into ashes, instead, there was a new parchment with something else written on it. I stared at it, wary and paranoid with the idea that it might burn my hand.

And then I noticed something written on it, something, rather personal.

Pick it up already, it won't bite. Or burn.

You are not fired, relax. I was bored. You're having the morning off.

See you at noon. Please floo. We do not need you ending up in the icy forests of Czechoslovakia.

DM

P.S: Go back to sleep.

"Asshole." I cursed, feeling my heart swelling like a balloon in immense relieve. That job was starting to grow on me. Before I could crush the paper I noticed something else scribbled at the bottom.

P.S2: I heard that.

I rolled my eyes to myself. For someone who was my boss, he sure knew me well enough. Oddly though, he had the right, whether we wanted to or not, we had spent the six most important, developing years of our lives together in the same castle of knowledge.

Okay, I guess anyone who knew me a teeny weenie bit would understand that the good old predictable me would know that would be the exact way that I reacted. I had jumped to conclusions with my thoughts.

Which brought me back to my dreams; I blushed at the thought of the very dream. I was kissing my boss and it felt fantastic. Even though I knew subconsciously that I was crossing all morals and that it was equivalent to committing taboo, I still wanted it.

Was I really that screwed up as a person?

On the bright side, I had at least half the day to brainwash myself out of this wholly ridiculous yet somehow nice dream that I had.

I spent the entire morning trying to drown out those thoughts by doing the littlest things. I cleaned my house, without magic. Molly Weasley would have been proud; the things you learn to do for yourself when your family is away, honestly.

"I will not think of Draco. I will not think of Draco." I muttered studiously to myself as I scrubbed a greasy pan, hard.

"Think of what, dear?" The familiar sound of my mother's loving voice made me jump.

"Mum! You scared the rats out of me!" I protested as the soapy pan cluttered on the kitchen floor with a bang.

She laughed from the fireplace, "I just wanted to check on how you were doing, dear."

"Well, I'm great." I answered her monotonously as I resumed to my washing.

"That is very nice of you." I could literally hear the frown in my mother's voice. I was not facing her; she was at the kitchen fireplace.

There was a lecture coming on, I anticipated it.

"Ginny, how is it that it is after Christmas and you have not opened your gifts?" So she had noticed my stash of unopened gifts on the kitchen table.

"I had no time, Mum. I worked till late, last night." I winced, hearing her shrilly gasp.

Uh oh. At the very least, my mum did me a favor by making me open my Christmas gifts at the same time, making me endure a lecture for twenty minutes. I received awesome items, mind you, really. Not at all what I expected, especially that typical lumpy package that contained the famous Weasley jumper that I received every year ever since I was born, was cashmere and cobalt blue.

I pulled it on top of my tank top thinking that I'd wear it to work today with my acid wash jeans and Charlie's old and magically shrunken dragon hide boots.

The house was spic and span when the time finally came for me to leave. And for once, I actually came to work on time, in fact, half an hour earlier. I was taking a stroll around the office, observing the dedication and efforts of the staff. Really though, this place was militaristic.

I bid someone a good day as she walked right past me and she did not even response. Somehow I felt that Malfoy oops, I mean, Draco, really I have to get used to calling him that, was uncharacteristically inspired by the Japanese people.

I remember learning about them during Muggle History in Muggle Studies though I forgot the Japanese term used to describe them. They'd have to live in the office, have I ever thought of this before? I wondered, inwardly having a flash of déjà vu as I sipped brewed chamomile tea in my ceramic company mug.

Even though I was definitely not a hot drinks person, chamomile tea was clearly known for its calming effects which I desperately needed because my senses were in an overdrive. Clearly, Malfoy Empire did nothing to rid me of the dreams I had the night before.

Maybe it was an indication, I last dated …. Actually, when was the last time I actually went out on a date? Holy Merlin! I couldn't remember! I strained my memory but all I could think of was the Hogwarts days when my exes were Michael Corner, Dean Thomas and Harry Potter.

Yes, Harry Potter, believe it or not, we dated each other until that stupid plot came about and we broke up (he dumped me) because he thought that he was too dangerous for me and all of that truckload of garbage. I got my degree, and when I returned from my induced exile, we both had realized that we could never be more than truly, purely platonic, good friends.

I considered him a brother now. Just thinking about it though, my dating history was pathetic. I now stood near the receptionist area where, my arch-nemesis, Audrina was supposed to be on duty. I had her work schedule memorized because I kept an eye on her from time to time.

"Where is Audrina?" I asked Martina, the head customer service officer also known as head receptionist, curiously.

"She has gone to take a break. It is lunchtime, after all." She replied somewhat reluctantly.

Darn all these receptionists who were being so blatantly rude. Maybe it was time I had a talk with my boss about hiring new professionals in this area of work. These people were incompetent and undoubtedly unskilled. It was after all, a harmless question.

"Oh, right." I retorted back not believing a word of it and storming away secretly triumphant that I had the last say.

I'll bet my entire month's salary on the fact that Audrina may have been on a break whatsoever but she was most definitely not in the staff cafeteria. She was probably shagging Goyle in a broom closet or something. I winced at the vivid mental images that my mind gifted me with.

Oh well, whatever she was doing, it was clearly none of my business but yet somehow I was interested because of her evil schemes.

I took the elevator bringing forward a rather surprising discussion of hiring new customer service assistants with our human resource manager. I was rather pleased with myself when I saw his expressive disapproval towards his staff.

Well, at least I had taken care of something, I thought to myself as I pulled my hair into a ponytail while walking back to my cabin.

I was about to step into my cabin when something caught my eye. The entrance door towards Mal- Draco's cabin was open. I may not have worked here for long but even I knew that something was absolutely abnormal about this.

I peered in from the entrance; it did not look as though Draco was inside. In fact, he was supposed to be in the middle of a meeting with the Korean delegates at this hour and the meeting was taking place in the conference room which was nowhere near his cabin.

That boosted the thought in my head that there was something fishy that was going on. I fumbled through my jeans tight pocket for my wand and crept in.

Of course, the sight that met my eyes was award winning. Guess who?

Why, Audrina , of course! Merlin's beard, how the hell did she get access to his office? I stared at her, horrified, from the doorway.

She hadn't noticed my presence, not yet. Not while she was flipping files. I felt my blood boil.

That bitch!

"Looking for something?" I commented in the most malicious voice I could muster.

I have to admit, my inspiration for that was, you guessed right, my boss. Only he could pull off nasty and still look ravishing. (A/N: Been watching Harry Potter and drooling over Draco for days now, had to include that little comment. ;p)

Bloody hell, I did not just say that! My mind tended to get random when I was feeling jumpy. Right now though, I was a little more than that. I was absolutely livid. This was trespassing!

Only Merlin knew what sort of information she could have had access to from the time she had arrived.

She jumped, looking like a thief caught red handed. Her facial features changed to a sourer look and she stopped whatever she had been doing.

"Oh, it's you." That was her way of greeting me coldly.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" I demanded glaring daggers at her.

"Oh nothing." She tried to look innocent, truth be told, she looked anything but that.

"Don't lie, you little bitch. I saw you snooping through Draco's things." I confronted her, unleashing the ferocious Gryffindor lioness in me.

"So now it's Draco, huh? What did you do to get into his pants?" She threw such cheap and weak insults at me.

I paused to calm myself down. Another word and I'd probably pounce on her.

"Well, if I told you, Audrina. I'd have to kill you." I smirked at her, neither confirming her words nor denying.

Let her think whatever she wanted to, I'll be damned if I actually cared about this brainless bimbo's thoughts.

"Oooh, you're his whore now, aren't you?" She taunted me with harsher words.

I rolled my eyes, bored, secretly about to explode with rage. "You mean you just realized? Draco and I have been shagging for ages, Audi."

I gave her a little pet name to show her that I was not affected by her sharp words. It was time for business.

"I know what you and your knob head, loser of a boyfriend are up to, Audrina. And let me tell you something, you're messing with the wrong person. I know what you want, but, I'm not going to let you get it. Over my dead body." I pointed my wand towards her.

I could tell that she was shell-shocked with the unexpected news. Apparently she and that moron, Goyle, had not been so secretive about their mission.

She tried to redeem herself, "Well then, over your dead body it is." She placed a file back on the table and muttered a spell that arranged the room.

Everything was back to where it belonged. She walked over to where I was standing.

"You haven't seen the last of us, bitch. You think that you can just strut in and spoil our plans. No freaking way!" She snapped her fingers at my face. "I'd keep that in mind if I were you."

"Over your dead body." She quoted once again and walked out, her heels clicking away furiously.

Even though I had just received a death threat from Audrina, somehow, I wasn't wholeheartedly affected even though it was still there at the back of my mind as I arranged Draco's table.

C'mon, it's Audrina, I bet she probably can't even do a levitation spell. Yes, I was totally arrogant about this.

Oh who am I kidding, she just did the rearranging spell, the one that I've never even heard of.

I tried convincing myself and amazingly, it worked. For once, even though negative thoughts attacked my head like Deatheaters on a rampage.

I busied myself with the littlest of chores after that. I sharpened my quills and pencils, neatened my desk and replaced old family pictures with new ones. And when I finally got bored of doing pointless work, I sat down comfortably and started playing games on my Iphone.

Some wizard prodigy created this really thrilling and addictive Quidditch game that I was immediately hooked onto. I was so immersed in my game that I didn't realize that I had a guest in my office. A guest by the name of Narcissa Malfoy.

She cleared her throat sophisticatedly as I tried not to look like a deer caught in headlights

"Erm, Narcissa… Such a pleasure." I flinched inwardly at the high falsetto of my voice. Did she really have to come now?

"Ginny, dear. Am I disturbing you?" She looked a little apprehensive.

When I finally assured her that I had absolutely nothing to do in the office, she sat down still looking uncertain about what she wanted to say to me.

She looked fabulous as usual, wearing a dark blue velvet dress robe which looked a little too fancy to be corporate but it looked fantastic on her anyway.

"Is everything alright, Narcissa?" I felt concerned for her.

She looked rather upset.

"Not like how I would like it to be." She replied her perfectly manicured nails drumming my desk as she sat directly opposite of me.

"As in…?" I was puzzled.

"You see, dear… Draco and I had a little bit of an argument last night. He came back home rather late…."

My heart was suffocating with guilt fumes when I heard that. Clearly he got home late because of me.

"I know it sounds rather stupid considering the fact that my son is twenty three years old and a grown up, I shouldn't be imposing on his life. But, I can't help it. He is just too immersed in his work! It's as though he strives to perfection! I cannot watch my son wither away." She cried dramatically.

I was astounded. I did not know how to react. What the hell was she talking about?

"Er, is there anything that I can do to help?" I phrased my words carefully knowing that she was in a rather volatile state at the moment.

She sniffed in a very dignified manner before answering me, "Yes please, Ginny. Could you get him to have lunch?"

"Oh sure." I replied. No big deal. Wait, WHAT?

Suddenly I was looking at her as though she had just transformed into Medusa or something.

"You want me to get Draco Malfoy to have lunch? Now?" I snorted. Fat hopes.

She nodded her head, hopefully.

Boy did I ever think that I would see this day where I got caught in the middle of a Malfoy family rift.

"Er, okay." I shrugged. What's the worst that could happen right?

"Thank you, dear." Her face lit as though I had just given her the Philosopher's stone for Christmas.

Damn me to hell and back.

Mal-Draco, I need to stop doing that; was in a meeting with Korean delegates.

How the hell was I supposed to march in there and drag him to have lunch?

I smirked as an idea began to form slowly in my mind. Quickly, I went back down to the reception area to check if Audrina had returned from her snooping.

Turns out that she was not back from her snooping adventures yet, or maybe she went pleasure hunting with her troll of a boyfriend as well as whimper to him about my audacities. I rolled my eyes to myself and went about with my plan.

Walking towards the conference room, I felt my heart thumping as I remembered my dream. My cheeks were definitely burning up.

I chanted to myself trying to exude confidence, you can do this, you can do this.

What if I went in there and mumbled something about my dream? I gasped contributing a minor panic attack.

There was a world of possibilities out there. You'd never know unless you tried, the more confident part of my conscience reassured me.

Oh what the hell.

I pointed toward the door with my wand and murmured the password which was actually rather ridiculous.

"Potato salad."

I walked right in, the thought that my attire was completely unprofessional, occurred to me only when I entered.

Draco looked at me with his eyebrows raised in a questioningly cool manner. I avoided his gaze as I could feel my cheeks heating up.

"Annyeonghaseyo (Greetings in Korean), gentlemen…" I cleared my throat as I proceeded with my plan of luring them out of the room.

"I believe that there is an important phone call waiting for you in the reception area. You will be directed to it of course by our receptionist, Audrina…" I grinned evilly inside at the mention of her name, my scapegoat.

"After that, you may proceed for lunch and this meeting shall be continued after a short break." I smiled, feeling as cool as a cucumber.

Honestly though, the Korean delegates looked like they'd rather be anywhere but in the same conference room with Draco.

One of the women even smiled at me gratefully as they left the room, murmuring softly in Korean.

The moment the door closed behind them, I forgot whose presence I was in and punched my fist in the air.

"Mission accomplished." I felt as though I had scored a goal for Quidditch or something.

My exuberance was short lived though when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

Uh oh.

We all hate cliffhangers I know, but I was certain that I'd get murdered if I didn't update soon enough. I'm facing a writer's block plus I'm being piled up with tons of school work.

And I'm a suspected vertigo patient. :( So I'm stressed out.

I hope you guys do understand.

HP7 is releasing soon and I can't wait to watch it! Will update soon, definitely. I just want to get this chapter over and done with.

Flamers or anyone, before you can criticize, yes, I wrote this while my mind was not on it and I thought it wasn't too bad. :D

So, nice people, please do leave a nice and encouraging review.