Chapter one
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Ginevra Molly Weasley (a.k.a Ginny) sat behind her desk in her office, it was raining hard. Her life was 'great', she was editor-in-chief for a Wizarding magazine that she founded which was called "Get Real", she was beautiful, smart, and funny, and she was also doing some modelling in her spare time for Madame Malkin.
Sighing she flipped through a couple of drafts for next months' magazine cover. Erin Caislie, her assistant, suddenly bolted in her office with a huge smile on her face.
"Hey, Gin! Guess whose here to see you?!" Erin cried excitingly with her hands clasped together.
"Not Harry again! Tell him to go away with his boxes of chocolate and bouquets of roses." Ginny said covering her face making her mascara smudge even more.
"Uh, Gin? Why are your eyes red and your makeup all, like, runny? And, no, it's not Harry." Erin said calming down.
"Michael dumped me this morning!" Ginny cried tears and makeup running down her beautiful face.
"No way! How could he dump you!? You're talented, pretty, smart, rich, and funny. What else could a guy want from a girl?" Erin said hurry over to Ginny and wrapping her arms tightly around her.
"I don't know!" Ginny cried in a whisper.
"Look, Michael's a stupid jerk. Just forget about him." Erin whispered as she wiped a couple of tears and smudges off Ginny's face. Nodding weakly Ginny straightened up.
"So, whose there?" She asked with a feeble smile. Erin went back to being excited.
"Blaise Zabbini!" Erin said jumping up and down merrily.
"Blaise Zabbini? As in Draco Malfoy's bestfriend?" Ginny repeated raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, he is so hot!" Her brunette assistant cried still jumping up and down.
"What does he want?" The small redhead asked standing up curiously.
"I don't know. But he said he needs to see you, now!" She said giddily.
"Fine, uh, let him in." Ginny said sitting back down watching Erin hurry to the door to get Blaise Zabbini.
"Uh…Mr. Zabbini? Ms. Weasley agrees to, like, talk to you." She heard Erin say outside her office.
"Thank you." She heard Blaise' reply.
Erin walked in the office followed by an inert Blaise. Standing up Ginny held her hand out for Blaise to shake, which he did. Then Ginny's giddy assistant closed the door and waited patiently by it.
"Uh, hello, Mr. Zabbini. Please take a seat." The petite redhead said pointing to a seat infront of her desk. Frowning as she saw Erin wave at her from behind Blaise.
"Please, call me Blaise, Ginevra." Blaise said casually as he took the seat coolly.
"Of course, Blaise, and please call me Ginny." Ginny said with the same amount of cool as Blaise used.
"Now, if you may please tell me what is your business here?" Ginny asked politely. Blaise flashed her a dashing smile, which Erin caught sight of since Ginny had a mirror on her desk, making the brunette to sigh dreamily.
"My business here is…shall I say, none of my business, really. So, could I please state why I am here, privately." Blaise said with a glint in his eye. Ginny gave Erin a look that made the tall brunette blush and slip out of the office.
"So, will you please tell why you're here, Blaise. And what do you mean none of your business?" Ginny said questionably placing her hands on her neat desk.
"I said none of my business, because why I'm here has nothing to do with me. But, I am here because of this." Blaise said placidly as he took a red envelope out of his robe pocket (which disappointed Ginny since they were in the muggle world, he shouldn't have worn a robe, but muggle clothes) and threw it across the redheads desk for it to stop infront of Ginny's beautiful hands.
"W-what's this?" Ginny asked holding the envelope infront of her face to catch a glimpse of her name at the back of it.
"I have no idea, but I suggest you read what's inside." Blaise said as he stood up and headed for the door.
"By the way, it's from Colin Creevey." Blaise slyly said as he left the room.
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Sorry that this chapter was short but I'll follow it up as soon as I can, please review