I THOUGHT I LIVED HERE TOO.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter is a measly, pathetic little excuse for a chapter. I know. but it just didn't have seem right for it to be a short little chapter explaining Ginny and then combine Draco's explanation with other parts as if his has no importance. So I post 2 and 3 at the same time. Ch. 3 is when everything REALLY starts. HAVE FUN!

CHAPTER 3

A couple hours later, there was work to be done and in order to do that, Draco must go to his place of work. Witch Weekly Headquarters. Yes. You heard me correctly. Draco Malfoy is a photographer for Witch Weekly magazine. You should see some of picture's he's taken. Whoo!

To get back on track here, Draco has decided to post an ad looking for a rent payer. Though he dreads the thought of interviewing, he feels that there will not be many, because though this is a reformed Draco Malfoy, this is still Draco Malfoy.

As soon as he sets foot on the premises he runs into Hermione Granger.

"You're late." she scolded him. "The meeting ended five minutes ago. I told them you called in and said you weren't sure if you would show up today, there was some sort of emergency."

"Thanks."

"Yeah. Just be glad Beasley was in a good mood today. Otherwise you'd be out on your arse." she handed him a manila folder. "Anyway, you're supposed to cover the story on Mrs. Zapata. You know the ninety-two year old spinster whose about to have her twenty first child?" Draco looked horrified. "They want plenty pictures of her children, of her, and the present father. But have no fear, for I will be there as well. I have to interview her." Hermione was not pleased, or if she was, she should have gone into acting and made more money. Lots more money.

Draco looked rather sorry for her. She shouldn't be working here. She was too smart and determined, at least she would get out soon. Sure they had their scraps at Hogwarts. She hit him once or twice and he called her names, but the present Draco was a better man. Even Harry and Ron grudingly ackknowledged that. Though never fully at peace, it would be right if they didn't fight, but it was just lighthearted teasing – usually. But what about Draco? How far would he go? All he had was a bad record and photography. And rent to pay.

"So would you care to explain why you were late?"

"I was trying to convince Blaise to stay so I won't have to pay rent on my own. Didn't work. I was trying to find out how to get someobody else to move in to take the traitor's place."

"Why don't you just pay it yourself?"

"You know my paycheck and you know I no longer have the money I used to." This was a fact that most ought to know but many ignored. Draco's parents died in war. They left him not a cent claiming he did not deserve it. Not that he would have been able to keep it anyway. The Ministry took it, Deatheater money to be "dirty" and no good.

"Hmm." replied Hermione and made to go back to her work when she suddenly came up with a brilliant idea. "Draco!"

"I take it back!" then he realized what he said when she looked confused, "Reflex. What did I do?"

"I have a wonderful idea. You aren't the only one I know who's looking for a roommate."

"I'm not entirely sure I'd want to live with somebody you know, Granger." Hermione rolled her eyes at this. Four years and he still couldn't call her by her real name.

"Well, you need somebody, she needs somebody, you both need to pay bills. Why not?"

"She, huh? Hmm." Draco rubbed his chin as if taking this and other things into consideration. Hermione hit him in his arm knocking it from underneath his chin. Then he remembers Hermione telling him about Ginny's realization that part of life is working at a job that really sucks.

"Weasley? No way!"

"Grow up, Draco."

"I am grown up and I think I've done so quite well, and not only that but I would like to be able to keep growing up, which I don't think I could do if your Weasley – Ron –" he hesitated to say the name, "knew I lived with his little sister."

"Oh come on with me ... and Gin-Ginny and ... Molly and Arthur and Harry and a- all, we could possibly, maybe, kind of convince him." her eyebrows furrow deeper and deeper and she becomes more hesitant with every word after 'me.'

"Ah-ha! Exactly! You can't even convince yourself of that. Besides she wouldn' be able to pay anyway. She doesn't work! Usually that means you don't make money."

"Well, it was worth a try. She's practically desperate anyway. She's been searching for a month now. She got her job at Honeydukes already. She starts today in fact. And for your information she did make some money off her sculptures."

"One galleon per lump of clay, that was thrown around on a table and poked at a few times."

"It was more than that and they are actually very good." Hermione defends.

"Then why isn't she making any money?"

"These things take time. Go away. You have work to do. And take Ginny into consideration! Please?"

"Mmph. Alright. I'll think about it, but unlike Ginny, I'm not desperate yet."

"Yet!" Hermione calls walking into the copy room and leaving Draco to go about his daily business and forget about Ginny.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just wanna say I appreciate the reviews that I did get. Thank you so much and keep 'em coming. Pretty please. With ice cream in the middle and a cherry one top. In case you didn't notice I purposely made it so that I didn't specify Blaise's sex. Really I think it's a guy, but I'll leave it alone. That ought to be the only time Zabini shows up in here anyway.