A/N: sorry, I don't quite have names set up for the chapters, as this is
really just a long cookie that I've cut up to ration your enjoyment (lol).
So, bear with me. Or send hate mail. Whichever. Another thing. I think I'm
supposed to have a Disclaimer on all my chappies. Oops. I forgot about all
the legalities, and just went ahead and posted it. I know, I know, I'm bad.
So, let me do my disclaimer now, before I get kicked out of Fanfiction.Net
Also, sorry it's so short. No one's really reading it anyway.
Disclaimer: Ginny, Draco, Lucius, and the other HP people aren't mine. They're J.K. Rowling's (ya think?). There are a few who are though; Jedoan Asterix, baby Potter, and.. I think there's a secretary or something in there. Or maybe that's the next chapter. (I'm not very good at this am I?)
Chapter 2
Draco looked at his father, his eyebrows raised. "What?"
Lucius laughed at his son's expression and repeated what he had said. "Ms. Parkinson. She's arriving tomorrow to stay the week with us. I'm expecting you to entertain her with whatever it is you do."
Draco stood from the armchair that he had been reclining in and stepped closer to his father. "I will do no such thing. I have plans for the week. There's no way I'm wasting my time with that stupid girl. She's a bother and a nuisance." He sneered at the very thought of spending time with her.
"Draco, you will do as you're told and nothing else. Now, I'm telling you to do as I say."
The older Malfoy's face was expressionless, but nevertheless cold. Draco nearly laughed as he recognised the same look he sometimes had. It had power written all over it.
"No." He said and turned away. "Remember, I no longer live in the Malfoy Mansion. Do not think of me as your charge, because I am not. I have my own life and no one tells me what to do. Especially not you."
He walked to the door, but stopped when his father spoke. "You and that stupid girl. I should never have allowed you to go near the little Weasel. She has been nothing but trouble."
Draco heard him come closer. "Now look at you. I have a warning, son. Be careful of your actions. Someone else may end up having to pay the consequences."
Draco turned slowly and regarded his father, expertly hiding the anger and fear that had sprouted in him. "You touch one hair on Virginia Weasley's head, in any way, and you will answer to me."
"You forget, the girl is no longer your charge. What can you do to protect her?"
"You have given your warning, and I have given mine. Don't be so foolish as to disregard it. We wouldn't want you to end up dead, now would we?" Draco raised an eyebrow and left the room, his robes rippling behind him.
"Stupid, stupid boy. He will need to be taught a lesson. Come Arden. I have a letter for you to deliver." Lucius strode into his study, followed closely by a black hawk.
******
Several weeks later found Ginny seated at her desk at the Agency.
"Darwin, send in the Torrie." She said and her assistant hurried to put down the barriers on the room. She looked up as a tall man wearing black robes swept into the room and sat across from her.
"Torrie Asterix. It's good to finally meet you."
"Sergeant Weasley. I've heard much about you from my country."
Ginny smiled at the man and couldn't help but notice the way his dark blue eyes contrasted incredibly with his shoulder length black hair.
"So, what brings you to the British Magic Agency, Torrie?" She asked, leaning forward on the desk.
His eyebrows drew together and his face grew serious. "Sergeant, I have reason to believe that a member of the BWA is in danger. I have good sources and their information is always correct."
Ginny frowned. "Who is it that's in danger."
"You."
"Me? Why me?"
"Sergeant-"
"Ginny is fine. Go on." She cut in impatiently.
"Yes well, it seems that there was an investigation into the area of business of some Bedouin a while back, and now they have decided to seek revenge."
"I deal with a lot of Bedouin cases. Which one?"
"That I do not know. But I have been sent to make sure that they do you no harm."
"That is all good and fine, Torrie-"
"Jedoan."
"Yes, Jedoan, as I was saying, I do not understand the need to send a top agent from the far East. I can well take care of myself, and even if I couldn't, we have our own Torries who could do the job. I have much work to do on more cases and find I would be inconvenienced greatly if I had a Torrie, a foreign one at that, keeping guard over me."
"Ginny, you're the Agency's best. You need to be protected. I cannot begin to describe the seriousness of this matter. The Bedouins study a much different form of magic and are unpredictable. You will need me."
Ginny looked at her desk that was piled with information on different cases of defilement of magical regulations, which included portals and gateways to other dimensions. That was her specialty. She had only worked on a few Bedouin cases, mainly men who had been 'surfing' the gateways for land. Her job was to keep the gateways closed and from common knowledge. She knew she was the best, but she had so much work to do. She sighed. "Alright Jedoan. What is it I need to do? I will give my work over to my next-in-line."
He smiled slightly. "You will have to come with me. We will stay at one of my properties in Scotland. It will only be for a few weeks. Take anything you might want or need."
Disclaimer: Ginny, Draco, Lucius, and the other HP people aren't mine. They're J.K. Rowling's (ya think?). There are a few who are though; Jedoan Asterix, baby Potter, and.. I think there's a secretary or something in there. Or maybe that's the next chapter. (I'm not very good at this am I?)
Chapter 2
Draco looked at his father, his eyebrows raised. "What?"
Lucius laughed at his son's expression and repeated what he had said. "Ms. Parkinson. She's arriving tomorrow to stay the week with us. I'm expecting you to entertain her with whatever it is you do."
Draco stood from the armchair that he had been reclining in and stepped closer to his father. "I will do no such thing. I have plans for the week. There's no way I'm wasting my time with that stupid girl. She's a bother and a nuisance." He sneered at the very thought of spending time with her.
"Draco, you will do as you're told and nothing else. Now, I'm telling you to do as I say."
The older Malfoy's face was expressionless, but nevertheless cold. Draco nearly laughed as he recognised the same look he sometimes had. It had power written all over it.
"No." He said and turned away. "Remember, I no longer live in the Malfoy Mansion. Do not think of me as your charge, because I am not. I have my own life and no one tells me what to do. Especially not you."
He walked to the door, but stopped when his father spoke. "You and that stupid girl. I should never have allowed you to go near the little Weasel. She has been nothing but trouble."
Draco heard him come closer. "Now look at you. I have a warning, son. Be careful of your actions. Someone else may end up having to pay the consequences."
Draco turned slowly and regarded his father, expertly hiding the anger and fear that had sprouted in him. "You touch one hair on Virginia Weasley's head, in any way, and you will answer to me."
"You forget, the girl is no longer your charge. What can you do to protect her?"
"You have given your warning, and I have given mine. Don't be so foolish as to disregard it. We wouldn't want you to end up dead, now would we?" Draco raised an eyebrow and left the room, his robes rippling behind him.
"Stupid, stupid boy. He will need to be taught a lesson. Come Arden. I have a letter for you to deliver." Lucius strode into his study, followed closely by a black hawk.
******
Several weeks later found Ginny seated at her desk at the Agency.
"Darwin, send in the Torrie." She said and her assistant hurried to put down the barriers on the room. She looked up as a tall man wearing black robes swept into the room and sat across from her.
"Torrie Asterix. It's good to finally meet you."
"Sergeant Weasley. I've heard much about you from my country."
Ginny smiled at the man and couldn't help but notice the way his dark blue eyes contrasted incredibly with his shoulder length black hair.
"So, what brings you to the British Magic Agency, Torrie?" She asked, leaning forward on the desk.
His eyebrows drew together and his face grew serious. "Sergeant, I have reason to believe that a member of the BWA is in danger. I have good sources and their information is always correct."
Ginny frowned. "Who is it that's in danger."
"You."
"Me? Why me?"
"Sergeant-"
"Ginny is fine. Go on." She cut in impatiently.
"Yes well, it seems that there was an investigation into the area of business of some Bedouin a while back, and now they have decided to seek revenge."
"I deal with a lot of Bedouin cases. Which one?"
"That I do not know. But I have been sent to make sure that they do you no harm."
"That is all good and fine, Torrie-"
"Jedoan."
"Yes, Jedoan, as I was saying, I do not understand the need to send a top agent from the far East. I can well take care of myself, and even if I couldn't, we have our own Torries who could do the job. I have much work to do on more cases and find I would be inconvenienced greatly if I had a Torrie, a foreign one at that, keeping guard over me."
"Ginny, you're the Agency's best. You need to be protected. I cannot begin to describe the seriousness of this matter. The Bedouins study a much different form of magic and are unpredictable. You will need me."
Ginny looked at her desk that was piled with information on different cases of defilement of magical regulations, which included portals and gateways to other dimensions. That was her specialty. She had only worked on a few Bedouin cases, mainly men who had been 'surfing' the gateways for land. Her job was to keep the gateways closed and from common knowledge. She knew she was the best, but she had so much work to do. She sighed. "Alright Jedoan. What is it I need to do? I will give my work over to my next-in-line."
He smiled slightly. "You will have to come with me. We will stay at one of my properties in Scotland. It will only be for a few weeks. Take anything you might want or need."