What I am not
Bluelark: Here's the next chappie! Well the first chap's a prelude actually. A bit fluffy.
Disclaimer: I don't own any own any of the following characters, J. K. Rowling does. I hope I did though.
She woke up the next morning to find a letter waiting for her on her bed-side table, her owl, Fritz, perched on her cage. "Now, where did this came from?" she smiled at her snowy owl who shifted in response as if to say that she has no idea. She laughed at its cleverness. Outside the envelope, To Ms. Ginny Weasley was written in neat italic characters. She expected it to come from a woman, but no. The header says that it came from "Beanie", owned by Draco Malfoy. It was a formal job offer then. Well, she has no job and this is the best offer, she decided to take it.
"You'll take that offer?" Ron's reaction wasn't surprising. He hated Draco with every fiber of his being and there is no point for him to let his sister work for him. "Yes I will and none of your whining could stop me." Sometimes she has to sound tough just to avoid her brothers' babying. "You could always work for Fred and George's joke shop," he insisted. "Ron, I'm pretty sure of what I'm going to do. And if anything goes wrong, you'll be the first to know," she assured him.
"But—
"No more buts. Ron, you have to let her on her own now." Good thing their mother has this control over things.
London wasn't a very big place. Good thing. She found the café almost instantly. As usual, it's crammed with the usual people. At the first look, you really can't tell who owns the place. Draco has this habit of mixing with the customers that finding him was a bit tough.
"Ginny!" a voice behind her called. That same voice that used to insult her, that voice that's used to be cold, but now, it's full of warmth. She spun around.
"Mr. Malfoy I—
"Just call me Draco. I suppose you're ready to start?" he said not even letting her say a word.
"Uh, I guess."
"Follow me." Even up to now, she still doesn't have the faintest idea of what kind of job she'll have.
They passed a few familiar faces who greeted them pleasantly. At last, they reached the place where she's supposed to work—the kitchen.
"The kitchen?" she asked almost instantly.
"Yeah, well, we don't have a woman around and I think it'll be great to have one around. The place needs a woman's touch you know," he said smiling.
"I'll bake then, is that it?" she asked, still confused.
"Ummm, pretty much whatever you want. You could roast if you want!" he laughed and it made Ginny wonder what exactly happened to this guy whom she knew very well way back then. This is not what she really expects from him.
"Why? Don't you like the job? It's OK if you won't accept the offer."
A somber expression overcame his smile and it made Ginny want to cheer him up—at least. "No. I was just—surprised. I didn't expect this." She laughed back.
"Well, are you accepting my offer?" Draco isn't just asking, he's actually pleading.
"Of course! With a very nice talk and all, who would say no?" she laughed again, and so did he. The first day of work didn't seem hard, especially for her. Baking seems to be natural for her. She had had a lot of training as far as she can remember. And actually, the things she has to bake aren't actually tough. At the end of the day, she's still smiling and very much cheerful like she never felt in days. She went out of the café's kitchen only to find that a lot of people were still inside, Draco's one of them. "How's work?" he asked, as cheerful as he was that morning. "Wonderful!" was all she could say. Draco must've noticed her bewilderment upon the presence of many people at such a late time. "They are the people who work late. This place is a bit popular among them. Very nice customers aren't they?" he said placing his hands on the pockets of his robe. "Shall I walk you home?" he asked. "No, I mean, no need," she answered. She thought that would settle it, but he insisted. "No, I feel obliged." That was really an act of chivalry she didn't expect. "Well then, if you insist."
They were about to step out of the place when she remembered something. "Draco, how about these people?" she said pointing to the people who were overstaying. "Never mind them. The other crew will take care of them," he said smiling again. She's getting used to this supposedly bizarre thing. She smiled back. The way home isn't very long and they didn't have much of a conversation when they reached the train station. "Such slow muggle transportation! Are you sure you'd rather ride this than use floo powder?" Draco asked contemplating muggle-made transportation. "If I did, you won't need to walk me home," she said giving him a pat on the shoulder. "So long. See ya!" she waved goodbye just as he smiled, his hands on his pockets.