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A/N:  Thank you to everyone that has been reviewing? Also, there was some confusion about what exactly Ginny does.  Being an agent is a lot like being a cop, but she does a bit more spy work, and she is not an auror.  Also, Draco is not a death eater, but he does collaborate with a lot of them during his criminal escapades.  Well I hope that clears some things up and please remember to review!

I'll get over you, I know I will

I'll pretend my ship's not sinking

And I'll tell myself I'm over you

Cause I'm the king of wishful thinking

I am the King of Wishful Thinking

And I'll tell myself I'm over you

Cause I'm the King of Wishful Thinking

-Go West

Be With You Somehow

Chapter 4

    Wishful Thinking

In the months that followed, Ginny Weasley succeeded in capturing 36 known dark wizards-thanks to a certain locator device that still lay in the bottom drawer of her desk- and was immediately promoted to the rank of Deputy Chief of Dark Magic Surveillance and Espionage, second only to Harry in that division.  Draco Malfoy on the other hand, managed to burn five Ministry buildings to the ground and became the first wizard in history to successfully evade Gringotts' ridiculously heavy security (and a certain red head who, to the amazement of her colleagues, seemed to be able to anticipate his every move) and he made off with over a million galleons.  While their associates were nothing less then ecstatic, the two new celebrities were both infuriated.  The reason should have been clear to anyone, but given the circumstances, was in fact evident to no one.  Whenever one buries himself in work, only to find the very thing he-or she-is trying to escape plastered all over the news, fury is bound to ensue… 

BAM! The punching bag exploded and white powder showered down like a blizzard.

"Ginny!" Harry exclaimed, "That is the third one you have busted this month!"

"Well I happen to have discovered that whenever one is thoroughly pissed off, she tends to break things quite a lot," Ginny sneered.

"Whoa, well excuse me for breathing Miss Weasley," he grinned back.

Ginny groaned, collapsed on the floor and buried her face in her hands, and Harry flopped down beside her.  "So have you finally decided to tell me about it?" he prodded.

"No," she sighed.

"Fine, I understand, but whatever is making you so mad, the entire wizarding community thanks it, well maybe not the death eaters, but you get my drift," Harry said, encouragingly.

Ginny laughed and her peals of laughter bounced off the walls of the gym at the enforcers training headquarters.  Harry jerked his head up and stared at her curiously. 

"That," Ginny gasped, "has got to be the most ironic statement of the century!"

"Umm," Harry started, "well I aim to please."

Ginny sobered and stared into his eyes.  "I'll be fine Harry; don't worry about me."

"I never have," he murmured.

Ginny leaned over and kissed him on the temple.  "Well boss, I had better go, tons of paper work-you know how it is."

She jumped up would have left, except that Harry had swiped at her ankle with his foot, causing her to fall back down.

"Don't leave," he pleaded, "I'll make sure your work gets done."      

"What?" she questioned startled. 

"I said," he spoke in a voice barely audible over her own breathing, "don't leave."

Maybe it was because the wounds from Draco were so fresh, or maybe it was because old habits die hard, maybe she would never know, but suddenly Ginny found her self turning to Harry and grinning, "Okay."

A huge grin broke over Harry's face.  "Finally," he sighed, as Ginny slowly fell into his arms. 

The few employees that entered the gym within the next few minutes most assuredly felt themselves go very very red at the scene before them, then hastily made a rushed exit.

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"Draco," Lucius Malfoy began, "I am very proud of you son; you of all people should know that I am not easily impressed."

Draco snorted at his father's grandiosity, but covered it quickly by looking up at his father and smiling, "Yes sir, I realize that."

"Since the Dark Lord was defeated by Harry Potter, I have had doubts that anyone would be able to steer you into a path of darkness.  It seems however, that you have forgotten your petty crimes and are ready to play in the big leagues," his father smiled a sickly sort of smile.

"Yes would appear that way wouldn't it?" Draco replied.

"Are you saying that I am mistaken?" Lucius glared.

"That is not what I am saying, but by this conversation, would I be correct in assuming that you are trying to draw me into a partnership?" the younger Malfoy interrogated.

"Any man on our side would be honored to be considered my equal," Lucius stated simply.

"No father," Draco answered in an even tone, "that is where you are incorrect.  When Voldemort was defeated, so was "our side".  There is no one left for you to bribe and no one left for it to matter to.  You are not impressed by my recent exploits, but discouraged that no other wizard will join you.  I do believe it is time for you to realize that in this age, there is no following to join, it is every man for himself, and that is how I intend to keep it."

"You are a fool son," his Lucius snapped.

"Yes and how does it feel, Father, to know that you raised me to be whatever I am?" Draco shot back.

"I did not create you to be an idiot, but very well, if you are too blind to see that you are not a "lone ranger", or whatever other 1950's American stereotype hero/villain you see yourself to be, but a young boy who has been supported by his father and his father's friends ever step of the way, well then so be it," and with a pop, Lucius disapparated, leaving Draco standing in his foyer, chuckling to himself.

 "Maybe I am a fool Father, but I am a rich fool, a cunning fool, and even a handsome fool, what more could any fool want?"  Draco grinned to himself then climbed into his new black hummer, courtesy of his "Grignotts bonus" and sped of, with not so much as a clue about where he was going or what he was doing.  But one thing was for sure, he felt extremely sorry for anyone who tried to get in his way.

A/N:  Okay short chapter-I know, I know- but I am finished with chapter 5 so expect it soon.  Well don't forget to review!!