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"Are you joking?" Luna asked with wide eyes. Her and Luna were sitting at a

small, round table at a coffee shop across the street from Vraleish, drinking coffee and

eating muffins.

Ginny smiled biting into her chocolate chip muffin, she just told Luna how she

had managed to make him' agree to both prospects of her offer.

"I am," she said after she swallowed, wiping her mouth politely with her napkin.

"So not only do I get to find out why he doesn't know any his workers by anything but

numbers, but I get to follow him around for a week. Ask questions as I think of them, let

the public take a peek into the man behind Vraleish." Ginny told proudly.

Luna sat back in her chair, crossing her arms casually, a pen tucked behind her

ear.

"Impressive. Very impressive. When do you start?" she asked, taking a sip of her

coffee.

"Three days, I'm meeting him at his, get this, estate. Then we're going out for

dinner to talk, the next day im tagging along when he goes to a meeting. Its really weird

how he runs this magazine I have to say." Ginny sighed, curiosity was building up inside

her from the moment she accepted the job at Vraleish.

"It is. I mean why wouldn't you want to get the credit for such a huge project like

this. Hell I brag about working here, it is a pretty classy place to get up and go to

everyday. Have you heard about the parties?" Luna asked with a devious smile.

Ginny narrowed her eyes a little. "There's parties?" she wondered aloud. Luna

laughed an airy and almost mystical laugh.

"Of course they are! Real fancy things too, they invite all the sponsors and

advertisers, the models and subjects like over half of the England Quidditch Team.

There's always live music and lots of awesome clothes, and lots and lots of the country's

fittest men." she winked.

"Sounds fun, the last part especially." Ginny smirked. To Luna's great

disappointment, Ginny told her before how there was no lucky wizard,' in her life yet.

Her and Harry had gone out, once, and it had ended terribly and after one week of not

speaking to each other they agreed never to try that again. Ginny had tried going out with

many men, and wizards alike but most of her dates ended before they begun, she was

definitely not getting high scores in that area of her social status.

Her career meant a lot to Ginny, so really she wasn't in a hurry. The idea of

settling down wasn't really a top goal for her, she just wanted her voice to be heard.

Besides she was only her twenties, she had plenty of time if suddenly she decided she

wanted to marry someone. But right now Ginny enjoyed being single.

Luna on the other hand had been married to Neville Longbottom since she had

graduated, Neville had grown to be a respectable, and not to bad looking, medi-witch at

St Mungo's. Though nobody trusted him to make any potions, he was still very good at

what he did.

The two had a small wedding in the countryside, Ginny had been there as a

bridesmaid, wearing the ugliest green gown she had ever seen in her life. But it was

Luna's day, so she had put on a brave face and told the excited bride-to-be how much she

had adored the gown.

Now they had a house in the country, they had a small and modest owl farm.

"Did you get an invitation yet?" Luna asked, sipping on her coffee.

"For?"

"The party! There's on next week, weren't you paying attention to anything Ms.

Perky said at the meeting the other day?" Luna looked at her friend wondering if she

suffered from short term memory. Ginny almost choked on her muffin, wondering how

she was going to fit it into her schedule.

The wall of green shrubbery rolled by as the carriage went up the road to the

estate. Ginny was nervous-scratch that-very nervous. Almost all day yesterday all the

possibilities on how she could get herself sacked ran through her head, accidently pushing

him into on-going traffic, breaking some priceless antique in his home, him hating the

article.

The carriage stopped, a young wizard with brown hair opened the door of the

sleek black and green carriage, carefully she stepped out and onto the ground. Once she

looked around, Ginny was so speechless she thought she left her brain back at home.

The manor was huge, with large rectangular windows on the first floor, and

smaller ones on the two floors above it. The first floor was obviously the tallest, with

huge Greek style pillars at the front of the building along a stone veranda. A large balcony

overlooked the front court where she now stood, a waterfall was at the very front. Little

water sprites dancing and playing in the cool waters that went out into small little streams

that wrapped around the circular driveway.

The front of the house was covered with ivy, as stunning as it was, Ginny could

tell it was old. The house was a grey stone colour, that made it look a little menacing. As

she walked up the steps she saw the large double doors were a dark wood, with gold and

silver embossed markings. As she got closer she saw they were magnificent, almost

dragon like, serpents.

Taking a deep breath Ginny raised her fist to knock on the door, but it opened

slowly before she got the chance. She was greeted by a very bored looking, stern, old

ghost in what she presumed was a suit with tails from a long time ago.

"Good afternoon." she managed to say politely. "I'm Miss Weasley, number

twenty four? I'm here for a meeting with the owner of Vraleish." she said as he motioned

for her to come inside.

"Yes, the master is awaiting you." he said in a dull, monotoned voice. "Follow me

please, master is in his office." he said.

Ginny managed to catch a glimpse of the house, with high ceilings and long silver

and black tapestries it was a elegant grand entrance. There were several doors leading out

of the room, Ginny longed to see what was behind them but she politely let the ghost lead

her up the grand marble staircase.

Ginny felt if she was only a little bit younger, she would have run off the

moment she was let inside. It was such a beautiful home, unlike anything she had ever

seen before. The floor and stairs on the first floor were all marble, the second floor a rich

coloured wood.

Expensive looking paintings lined the hallway she was walking in, she walked by

one of the mirrors and to her dismay it seemed to whistle at her. Ginny had dressed

modestly in a black skirt that reached her knees but flared out a little, and a red v-necked

longed sleeve shirt with a simple silver emerald necklace. Unfortunately for Ginny, and

her feet, she couldn't just wear cross-trainers to something like this, she had to look

dignified, so she wore pointed toe black heels.

The ghost butler knocked on the door, Ginny narrowed her eyes wondering how

he could touch solid objects like that, but saw there was some sort of misty silver glove

on is hand. She figured it was some sort of solidifying charmed trinket.

"Come in." said a voice, Ginny's eyes widened. There was something all too

familiar about that dangerous, charismatic almost drawl of a male voice. The door opened

and Ginny watched it reveal a black study. With black leather cushions, a dark red

carpeting and dark furniture it looked apsolutely freezing inside the room, except for the

small fire crackling in the corner stone fireplace. She could see a hand of a man, fair

coloured, and grasping a expensive looking black quill. But she couldn't see his face, she

heard the sound of a chair scraping and saw the hand leave her view.

The butler cleared his throat. "Master Malfoy, Miss Weasley from Vraleish is here

to see you."

Ginny's jaw dropped "Master who?!" she heard someone yell as she did "Miss

who?!" She heard quickened footsteps as Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway with a

disgusted, shocked look on his face that reflected her own.

"You've got to be kidding me.." Ginny grimaced. Her mind was racing, this total

worthless slime-ball owned this amazing magazine? The slicked back haired, rat boy,

Slytherin who had made her days at Hogwarts miserable so many times.. SHE

WORKED FOR DRACO MALFOY?!?!!?!?!

"This is a joke..a very, very cruel joke." he said looking angrily at the butler who

shrugged and drifted away.

"I wish Malfoy, believe I wish." she sighed angrily crossing her arms. "Shit" she

muttered under her breath. Draco raised an eyebrow above his cold silver-grey eyes, a

colour that reminded her of a stream in early spring, thawed but not yet warm enough to

touch.

"A mouth on the littlest Weaslette..that's something I wouldn't have guessed."he

said sarcastically.

"Shut it. All I wanted was a good interview, a column to maybe get me some

readers while I worked at Vraleish. But no, you had to own this freaking company just so

I can get sacked for trying my best." she said, her temper rising even more.

Draco leaned against the doorframe, opening his mouth to probably contradict her,

but she instantly covered it with her hand. Her chocolate brown eyes brimming with rage

and ferocity.

"You know what?! This actually makes a lot of damn sense once you think about

it! I knew it was too easy, one little interview and BAM I get the job. So now I'm stuck

trying to come up with a new bloody concept just because I found out my boss is my

childhood nemesis. Now I'm probably going to get sacked, but guess what..I DON'T

CARE!!!" she said bitterly, she let go of his face quickly. "Make some wise crack about

being touched by a muggle lover', or a Weasley' I swear I'll blow your head

off..literally."

Draco laughed, Ginny's jaw dropped, here she was bitching and yelling at the man

and he was laughing at her.

"Come inside Weasley, I think my servants are about to call the Ministry for you

harassing me. We'll yell in here." he said coldly. He sat on the edge of his desk leaning

back on his long, strong looking arms. He was dressed in a muggle suit, black pants and a

white collared shirt that he had untucked like he was relaxing. A tie was thrown on one of

the couches lazily.

Ginny crossed her arms putting her weight on one foot, her mind racing.

"Go on with it." she said coldly, he raised an eyebrow again.

"Go on with what Weasley? You honestly think I'm going to sack you?" he asked,

a little carelessly. Ginny's eyes widened.

"Your not? I just caused enough of a riot to probably get thrown out of your

hous..mansion, and your not going to sack me?" she asked, he seemed a little different

already from when they were in school. His looks on the other hand, she noted, were very

different. He had grown to become rather tall, lean in a graceful yet strong sort of way.

His nose didn't seem as pointy and rat like as it was before, high cheekbones and stylishly

cut silvery blonde hair made him look almost-Ginny swallowed her pride for a moment in

her private thoughts-well really handsome.

He let out a deep breath, his long fingers drumming quietly on the desk.

"You know, If I were a nice person I'd say I have no thoughts of it. But because

I'm really not a nice person," he started, Ginny smirked nodding in agreement, he

narrowed his eyes coldly at her. "-I'll say truthfully I would love nothing more then to call

you a bunch of dirty names, insult your family and tell you to have your stuff out of your

office by tomorrow." he finished, Ginny's eyes widened, she knew he had a way of giving

someone a glimpse of hope, then crushing it and that scared her a little right now. No, she

wasn't scared of him, she was scared of what he could do. She loved working at Vraleish,

it was exciting and new. She did not want to be fired, especially not by him.

"But, believe me this is really hard for me to say. I didn't get where I am today by

getting rid of every person I hated in school, that now works for me. So as much as its

killing me to say, I'm not sacking you." he said crossing his arms watching her. Ginny

didn't say anything, he looked at her curiously.

"What no joyous cheers? I heard you made quite a cheer when you found out I

agreed to do an interview for you." he smirked. Ginny shook her head angrily putting her

hand on her forehead to shield him from her view almost.

"That was before I found out I was working for a rat..." she started. He cut her off

as he stood up.

"Ah ah ah.. I said I wasn't sacking you, I didn't say I couldn't. So watch that

muggle loving tongue of yours." he smirked. Ginny gritted her teeth running her hand

through her hair as her anger started to bubble inside of her again.

"Why aren't you going to sack me. I know you cant tolerate me, and I barely can

stand being in the same room, let alone planet as you. So sacking one little worker like

me wouldn't be that much of a let down for you. So why not just send me out on my

ass?" she asked looking him in the eyes.

Draco groaned quietly, turning towards the fire that was going. The room still felt

rather cold but she smirked. "What?" she asked. He shook his head, then she laughed

triumphantly.

"Right I get it now! I have an advantage you don't! You sack me, I tell everyone

who you are, but I do it in a cruel and mean way. Everyone who went to school with you

quits, or I get hired by another magazine or newspaper and can tell the world who you

are. Oh this is to good!" she laughed sitting down on one of the leather couches and

throwing her legs up beside her.

Draco looked at her with eyes full of suppressed anger.

"But then again, I could just keep you hired but not let you get your interview, and

sue you if you dare to tell anyone, anywhere, who Vraleish is owned by." he threatened,

Ginny's smirk fell into a scowl.

"You wouldn't" she said standing back up. Draco took a few strides over to her,

so he was looking right into her eyes, daggers seemed to be shooting out from his own.

"Care to test that theory of yours out?" he asked quietly, menacingly. Ginny just

glared, then turned sighing.

"We cant keep doing this. I need this interview, and you need me to work for you.

We're going to have to work something out." she said, not looking at him as she said it.

The words seemed to cut at her pride as she said them. "Our relationship from now own

will be strictly professional, no more holding grudges from our school days, at least until

we're done this interview project. Deal?"

Draco sighed miserably. "Fine. after this little project' is done, I'm going back to

treating you like I always did, like a Weasley." he said grabbing his tie and fastening it on

quickly.

"Where are we going?" she asked as he gestured for her to get out.

"Dinner remember? Or did the excitement of seeing me again make you forget?"

he shrugged, Ginny gritted her teeth taking a deep breath.

She let herself smile a little, walking out of his study as he followed behind her.

"You could put it that way." she said, behind her Draco blinked, that almost didn't

sound bitter at all.

Ginny couldn't help but wonder as she walked out of the huge estate, even if she

could pull this whole starting over thing, even for just a little while, could Draco Malfoy

the diehard Slytherin be able to even pretend to be nice to a Weasley?