Chapter I- Meet Virginia

"she doesn't own a dress/her hair is always a mess/you catch her stealing and she won't confess/she's beautiful/ smokes a pack a day/oh wait that's me but anyway/she doesn't care a thing about that hair…." Meet Virginia, Train

"Ginny, you have to buy dress robes. End of story." Molly said, dragging her daughter into the dress robe shop at Hogsmeade.

"Mom, can't I just wear my old Hogwart's robes? I really don't need new ones. They are dressy enough."

"No they are not! Your brother is running for Minister of Magic, and you want to wear your Hogwarts robes to his campaign dinner? Ginny, where is your mind?"

"Anywhere but here!" She replied staring at the racks of robes of all color and style

"Could it have killed you to do something with your hair?" Molly asked, sifting through a rack.

"Yes, and I'm to young to die. Can we hurry this up? Here, this one's nice. Let's get it!" Ginny said pulling out a robe of mint green.

"With your red hair and pale complexion, you would look like a backward carrot!" Molly said, taking the robe from her and hanging it up.

"Why do I have to go in the first place? Ron doesn't have to go, Heck, you didn't even tell Bill or Charlie!"

"They know! I just didn't say that they had to come. And Ron is in America. I don't expect him to drop his studies and come to listen to Percy make a speech."

"But you expect me to!"

"Ginny, you are leaving work for one day."

"How about this one?" Ginny pulled out a navy blue robe.

"Well, it does have a nice style. Let's have you try it on first." Molly said, guiding Ginny to dressing rooms.

Two hours and ten robes later, Ginny and Mrs. Weasly emerged from the shop, with the navy blue robe, and Ginny's moneybag considerably lighter. Mrs. Weasly kissed Ginny on the cheek before she apparated back to the Burrow. Ginny sighed as she walked down the road to West Hogsmeade, where stood the office of Dragon Publishing.

"What a waste of a half of vacation day." Ginny thought as she strolled into the office.

"Hey Ginny. The boss said to send you into him when you came in." Said Merry, the receptionist.

"Thanks, Merry. Did he say what he needed?"

"No, sorry. He looked quite worried though."

"Ok, thanks, see you." Ginny smiled.

"Great, what did I do now? Probably didn't use the right font on the last press release, no doubt." Ginny thought sarcastically. She rapped strictly on the door that read "Draco Malfoy, CEO - Dragon Publishing"

"Come in," he bellowed from the inside.

"You asked to see me, Mr. Malfoy?" Ginny inwardly cringed at the name.

"Yes, Ginny. Is this your article here in Witches Weekly?"

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, that is what the by line says. I thought you knew I was working as a free-lance writer as well as your Public Relations department?"

"I know that Miss Weasly, but why doesn't your work that you write for this company this well thought out?"

"Well sir, I try and put my best work for this company."

"What I am saying, Virginia, is that I think you are a spectacular journalist, and I want to place you in a job for a new magazine we are launching. Take a seat, Miss Weasly."

"What is this magazine about? What is the target audience?"

"For young witches and wizards, we are calling it Phoenix Feather. It will including everything that young people, like say, you and me, can look to for entertainment, fashion, night life, sex advice, current events, witty editorials, which is where you come in."

"Editorials? Me? Are you sure, Mr. Malfoy?"

"You have potential, Virginia, and going against all of my instincts, I'm giving you this job, if you except it that is…"

"Will I have to move?"

"No, the main office will be here in the Dragon Publishing building. You can keep your office if you would like." He said, lighting up a cigarette.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. I really appreciate this. You won't be let down!"

"I better not be, or else you are out on your little rear end." He said, shaking her hand.

"One more question Mr. Malfoy, who is the editor-in-chief?"

"Me of course. Who else would you think could do the job?" He let s cloud of smoke out of his mouth.

"Oh, well, thank you again."

"Oh Miss Weasly, tell you brother that I will be at this campaign dinner."

"What? You're supporting my brother?"

"Who else is there to vote for? That idiot Fudge? I think not."

"Alright, I will send that message along. Have a good day Mr. Malfoy."

"Virginia, call me Draco."

" If I am calling you Draco, then you call me Ginny. I hate being called Virginia."

"Get back to work Ginny." Draco said pompously, and blew another puff of smoke into the air.

"Ginny, what are you doing?"

"Nothing…" She said a little to innocently.

"Were you going to wear my blouse with out asking me?" Hermione asked with her hands on her hips.

"No I wasn't! Your just paranoid." Ginny said, closing her closet.

"Then why are you in my closet?"

"I was looking for one of my shirts."

"Okay, so why did you have the hanger in your hand?"

"Just admiring it…" Ginny replied hiding a smile behind her hand.

"I catch you in the act, and you still won't confess!"

"I know. I want to wear it though."

"No, because I was planning on wearing it tonight on my date."

"Ohhhh, with who? Hermione, why didn't you tell me?"

"It's just with Harry. We were both not busy tonight, and we haven't had a lot of time to really talk in a while, so we decided to go out and have dinner." Hermione said, pulling an outfit from the closet.

"Well how is his relationship with that Cara girl going?"

"Nowhere. They broke up Monday. That was when I ran into Harry in Diagon Alley. He seemed really upset by it."

"Oh that's to bad. I have some news for you, Mione, but it's good."

"Oh really, what is it?"

"Dragon Publishing is starting a new magazine called Phoenix Feathers. And Draco told me today he wants me to be the Editorial writer!"

"How can you stand working with that greasy, pompous little git?"

"I don't know, but this is a great opportunity for me! I don't care if he is the Editor-in-chief!"

"He's the editor? Oh Ginny, I would have shot myself already."

"Oh for goodness sakes. I know you, Harry and Ron have this silly rivalry since Hogwarts, but he is a fair boss, and the pay is good. And it's something I love to do. What else do I have to ask for?"

"A new boss?"

"Ha-ha. I think it will improve my people skills."

Hermione just rolled her eyes.