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Chapter VI- I'd Do Anything

"another day is going by/I think about you all they time/but you out there/and I'm here waiting/and I wrote this letter/in my head/because so many things were left unsaid/but now your gone /and I can't think strait/this maybe the one last chance/to make you understand/and I just can't let you leave me once again/I'd do anything/just to hold you in my arms/and try to make you laugh/somehow I can't put you in the past/I'd do anything/just to fall asleep with you/will you remember me/'cause I know I won't forget you…"

I'd Do Anything, Simple Plan

"Get up you lazy bum! Get up! It's a Monday, and time for work. Remember your first day at Phoenix Feathers? Get out of bed, Virginia Weasley!" The alarm clock shouted from Ginny's side table. She smacked at it blindly, trying to turn off the voice that sounded very much like her mother's. She rolled out of bed, rubbing her sleep-ridden eyes. She stitched, and walked into her bathroom. She splashed water on her puffy face, and looked into the cabinet mirror.

"Oh Jesus! Why in the name Merlin are you standing in my bathroom?" Ginny said shrilly to the reflection of Draco Malfoy, dressed in his usual corporate muggle garb.

"Well one was just to see the reaction I just saw. Very good, Ginny. Ever consider trying out for a slasher movie?" Draco laughed.

"Will you get out of my house?"

"Not until you hear what I'm about to say. We have an employee meeting for Phoenix Feathers this morning."

"Okay, now leave." She said, brushing past him, turning on the shower.

"No, I won't be completely leaving. I brought you breakfast from Hunklebees. We need to talk."

"Talk? About what?"

"About your job, about my job. This isn't a personal thing, Virginia. It's not like I'm sitting you down, asking how your sex live is going." He said, rolling his eyes.

"Okay, whatever, just get out of my bathroom so I can get a shower!" She said loudly, getting increasingly angry.

"Fine. I'm leaving. And for God's sake do something with your hair!" He said, and appeared out.

"Since when did Draco Malfoy care what I did with my hair?" She said to no one, and continued getting ready.

Draco sat down at the small kitchen table, looking at the take out boxes. His stomach was rumbling and he wished she would hurry up. Just them, she rumbled down the steeps, in her high heels

"I wonder how she can practically run in those shoes?" Draco thought to himself. She was sticking what seemed to a muggle chop stick through her hair that she had twisted up. She got dinner plates from a cupboard, as well as silver ware. Draco opened the box that held croissants, and took one.

"So, Ginny, have you thought about the topic of your editorial?"

"Yeah, I have."

"Would you care to clue me in?" Draco smirked.

"Okay, yeah. It's about how men think it's bad to be 'whipped'."

"It is a bad thing."

"No it's not! Not if you don't make it be a bad thing. Say, you and I are in a relationship."

"A far-fetched notion, but, okay. We're in a relationship. Now what?"

"Now, let's say, one of you small amount of friends saw us in a fight, and you compromised with me to end the fight."

"Okay, so what's the big deal?"

"Exactly, what is the big deal? Until your friend is having lunch with you, and a bunch of other men, and he brings up the subject."

"I understand now. Your saying men wouldn't make a big deal about being 'whipped' if their mates didn't. So basically your saying men care more about their egos than their girlfriends?"

"Sometimes, yes." She said taking a bite of her scrambled eggs.

"That's not entirely true."

"Examples, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Alright, I buy my girlfriends flowers just because I want to."

"Not after a fight? Not after sex? Not if it's their birthday or whatnot?" Ginny raised her eyebrows.

" I do on those occasions as well, but I send them just because I care about them, out of the blue."

"Who, your girlfriend or flowers?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "My girlfriends."

Ginny smiled over her orange juice.

"Alejandro Sanchez is going to be on the cover of our first issue."

" You mean that hot Spanish model? That will get women to buy it, but what angle are you working for the men?"

"A photo spread of Sabrina O'Leary, the only girl on the Irish National Team. I think she is quite pretty, so I'm sure the rest of the male wizarding population will agree."

Now it was time for Ginny to roll her eyes.

"What, Weasley, are you jealous?"

"No, just the fact that we've just combined two out of three things shallow men want: big boobs and Quidditch."

"What's the third."

"Food."

"And how would you know, what men want?"

"I have six brothers. If there is one woman in the entire world who has figured out how you men think, it's me."

After they finished eating, they apperated to the office.

"By the way, Ginny, thanks for fixing your hair." Draco told her, walking down the hall.

"Your welcome. I'm just to lazy to do it in the morning. So it goes wild."

"Here, this way, the meeting remember?" Ginny stopped herself from making a turn to her office.

"Sorry, habit."

"Have you never been to the board room before?"

"No, not that I can remember."

"Then your in for a treat. I picked the theme today." Draco smiled truly for the first time that day.

"Theme, I don't understand." Ginny said confused. They reached a closed door, that had a gold plate that said "Board room 1- Phoenix Feathers"

"Go in first, I want to see your relation." he replied. Ginny gave him an odd look, and opened the door, not to a room, but a short hallway that lead to a large, lavishly carved oak door. She opened slowly, suspiciously. As soon as she steeped into the room, her black pinstriped business suit changed to one of deep red. Then she heard the deep, song on the phonies. To be correct, phoenixes, all perched on gold stands that matched their plumage. The long glossy table with about fifteen chair around it, stood in the middle. It was empty, minus the birds, who were singing together, in perfect harmony. Ginny smiled, and began to be in a better mood.

Hermione sat at her desk, hand on her throbbing head, filling out yet another useless report to the supporters of the MinKinn's project. She sighed, and couldn't concentrate.

"Did I make the right decision with this thing? I trust Ron. I love Ron. But Harry. There's this feeling, of just, sheer happiness, when he was kissing me. I'm so confused!" She thought. Suddenly, an owl flew through the open window.

"Oh no, this is Ron's reply to my letter saying I couldn't see him anymore." Hermione took slow steady breathes, untying the letter from Ron's owl, Ares. It took a perch with Hermione's owl, Gaea.

She slowly unfolded the letter, and began to read:

My Dear Hermione-

When I read your letter, I must say I was put into a state of shock. I wrote this perfect letter in my head, but now that I sit here and write this I know it won't come out right. There were so many things left unsaid in my heart, and I know, I need to say them. Hermione, I'd do anything for you. Maybe this is my last chance to tell you that all I want to do is be with you, kiss you, just even touch your hair. I'm surprised I even passed my classes in America because I can't think strait with out you. I'd do anything to make you laugh, to hear your voice, see your smile. Mione, I'm telling you the truth. I kept my promise to you. I don't know what else to say to make you understand. All I know is that I can't lose you again. I love you with all my being, If this letter doesn't convince you of anything, just remember me okay? Because I know I won't forget you.

All the Love In the World,

Ron.

A small tear ran down Hermione's face, and splashed on the letter, running the ink. She wiped her "silly" tears away, and got out a piece of parchment, to write back to Ron.

Dearest Ron-

I'm so confused right now, but letter help clear the clouds in my mind. I know you stayed faithful. I was just so worried, when you came back, you were so different. I knew somehow, you forgot about your little Hermione back home in Hogsmeade, thinking of you, feeling lonely at night. I needed someone, who wasn't different for those few minutes, to identify me. So, Harry was there. And now that I look back on it, it was rather silly. I should have retrained myself. Now I broke my end of the promise. Will you forgive me Ron? I want it to be like it was before you left. I'm all messed up inside, and I need to see you soon. I don't want to sit here alone, and cry by myself.

Yours,

Hermione

"Good job, Weasley, fielding those questions from the financers. I'm quite surprised" Draco said.

"What, did you think I was think or something? I may not have been brilliant at Hogwarts, but I'm not a 16 year old girl anymore." Ginny said walking back to her office, her outfit changed back it's original, some what boring black.

"No, it's just your first day on the job. And I don't think your thick. I think you are rather clever. Your right you weren't brilliant at Hogwarts. But your common sense smart. Which is a very good thing to have in the Journalism industry.

"Thanks. Oh, and for the job to. I really need this opportunity."

"I know you'll work hard." Draco smiled at her. He'd been smiling at her since the incident at the Three Broom Sticks.

"Why am I doing that? Smiling at Ginny Weasley like she's a friend. She isn't a friend, she works for me! But she does look nice, in that little suit…God, what am I thinking?" Draco mentally slapped himself. There are some problems that need to fixed.

"I'll do my best, you can count on that."

"Ginny, what are you doing tonight?" He asked without thinking.

"What are you doing? This is Ginny Weasley! You can't go out on a date with her!" Draco's mind screamed, but his heart had taken over, discarding all logical thoughts

"Nothing…why?"

"Since we are going to be working closely together, I think we need to get to know each other better."

"Okay, yeah." Ginny was confused. Was he asking her out on a date?

"How about we meet at the Three Broom Sticks and then, we'll apperate to my loft?"

"Alright, what time?"

"How about 6:00, is that okay?"

"Sure, I have to go, I still have to draft that editorial…" She trailed off, putting her hand on the door knob.

"Oh, well see you."

"Yeah, at 6:00." Ginny smiled shyly, and went inside her office, shutting the door behind her.

"Shit! I just asked her on a date. I can't back out now. Damn it. What's my problem?" Draco rubbed the back of his neck and continued down the hall to his office.