"Chapter 3"

By Dejena

Disclaimer: I really don't all of this. I don't even own my car, which I DID pay off... So if you sue me, you still don't get my car. :-p

Author Notes:

I'm still trying to make this fanfic less confusing, but the damn characters are rebelling against me. I'm still trying though! Perhaps I should mold a fanfic after my life – make Ginny have four courters, and a hidden fiancé. Hmmmm... Eeeei! The plotbunny is after me again. I really must go and finish at least 150 more pages of reading for tonight, so I can look all intelligent and smart tomorrow. Then I'll let the plot bunny strike me. Yes.

In the meanwhile, I would looooove to give my thanks, hugs, kisses and acts of affection to: Mago, Dracosbaby7, Charmed-Goddess-07, and Virginia Riddle-Malfoy!

"So charming of you to finally make it." Draco said in a dry American accent.

"Yes, it is quite charming of me to finally make it. Especially when visitors arrived unannounced." Ginevra said, scowling at Draco. "Besides, why carry that stupid American accent? It makes you sound like a commoner."

"Because my British accent makes me stand out far too much. I do know when to make a few changes, unlike a certain Weasley I know. Namely that ugly carrot colored hair." Draco sneered. "Of course, you also need a nose job."

Ginevra gave a dramatic sigh, "oh, how I long for a nose pointy enough to slice cheese with! Life hasn't been the same since Dobby, my house elf, was freed! I have been forced to slice my own cheese! What will I ever do?"

"Since the beginning of time, I have longed to be a freckly red-haired monster who could kill people with my feminine affections!" Draco started, using the same dramatic voice. "If I only had the power to make people choke!"

While Draco was swooning and waving his hands around, Ginevra did indeed shoot a choking hex at him. "You're doing it absolutely wrong dear. You need to have a little less swooning. Oh no, what is that sound? Are you okay? Do you need some water? Perhaps you need some fresh air."

Draco continued to open his mouth like a gaping fish.

"Draco, you know I don't keep fish treats here."

Draco continued to point at his throat.

"Well, I think I may have some goldfish crackers."

Draco stomped around and pointed at Ginevra's wand.

"Honestly, a Lady doing spell work? That is very unbecoming of my position. I shall not dirty up my hands and innocence to do such a menial task."

Draco stopped and glared at Ginevra.

"Weasel has your tongue?"

Draco shook Ginevra harshly.

"No need to manhandle ladies now. Finite incantum. Now we have our greetings out of the way, why are you here? Especially with Minister Dumbledore's letter."

"Dumbledore believes that since you a part of the Weasley clan, you should at least go and visit him. Share a few words over tea. Believe it or not, he actually misses your insight, ever since you've left five years ago."

"Really now."

"Yes. He finds that your sense of doing business is far... superior to my methods."

"You mean, not a typical Death eater style. Shame that he believes that."

"The nutter can't tell that you've gone psycho on him."

"I have not gone psycho on anyone."

"Look at you. All the Slytherin love you now."

Ginevra blinked. This was most definitely unexpected. "Pardon me?"

"Crab and Goyle love you!"

"You've gone nutters—"

"Pansy thinks you're the perfect role-model!"

"Malfoy—"

"Even Voldermort loves you!!!"

Ginevra stayed silent, fixing a fiery look upon Draco. "Any other declarations of love you need to get off your chest?"

"I think that about does it for now."

"Good. You know, Neville Longbottom had quite the crush on you, and he later grouped up with Colin Creevey. Quite astonishing, especially since they had taken the format of "Quidditch Throughout the Ages" into "Draco Malfoy, Throughout the Ages in Glorious Poofter Love" which was a piece of art."

Draco glared. "There's no proof of that."

"Oh yes there is. Accio Hogwarts Photo Album. Ah, no looking Draco, let me first find the photo."

"I shall go and find the washroom for now."

Ginevra nodded, not noticing the devious glint in his eyes.

Once Draco was out in the hallway, he started humming "I am the Auror, and you're the dumb bint!" song while finding his way to the library. It was great how his father had mapped out all the wealthy pureblooded mansions. He even had a map to this mansion. Unfortunately, Ginevra had done quite a bit of redecoration. Draco couldn't tell where the secret passages were anymore. But he did know where the library was. In the library should be what all girls would keep and treasure. Photo albums and...

Diaries.

Quickly Draco changed the song to; "I'm the Auror, and I'm going to blackmail y'all!" And did his dirty deeds before returning to Ginevra's personal sitting parlor.

"You lowlife scum, you redecorated a perfectly glorious house and all of its purebloodedness!" Draco bellowed when he returned.

Ginevra sniffed. "I was not about to hear the full replica of Sturm and Dang opera in German from a painting with your hair color. It had absolutely horrible coloring."

"Filthy mudblood lover! You got rid of the Aryan painting?"

"Why, of course not. He's living out his disgruntled days talking to a Jewish painting. I do believe he's becoming saner by the day."

"You are making it converse with a mudblood?"

"Really Lord Malfoy, is your emotions so easily ruptured by a simple painting?" Ginevra said, in a mocking tone.

"And the statue of Didly was replaced by Morgan le Fay!"

"Morgan is much better at intimidating people than some literal dimwit, no matter how pureblooded he was. She keeps the idiots out of my personal library. Find any good classics there?"

"Didly was not a dimwit!"

"Didly's honorary last name was dimwit."

"But to replace him with Morgan? She's horribly dark and mean!"

"And this is coming out of the mouth of a former Death Eater. How the mighty have fallen. Sad, really."

"I have not fallen."

"You are just merely living in your father's shadow. People recognize you as Lord Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius. Lucius was never known by his father, he was known as Lord Lucius Malfoy, the ruthless business man, and strongest supporter of Lord Voldermort."

"I am known more than just the son of Lucius Malfoy!"

"Like what? The boy that was known to sing "I'm too Sexy for My Shirt" in the shower?" With that statement, Ginevra pulled out a book, aptly titled "Draco Malfoy, Throughout the Ages in Glorious Poofter Love"

"There's a page you would just love in this!" Ginevra said with a little giggle. She held up the book to a page where Draco Malfoy was showering in all of his glory while singing "I'm too sexy for My Shirt" while flexing every now and then.

"WHERE DID YOU GET THAT PHOTO?"

"Tsk tsk tsk. Where's your manners Lord Malfoy?"

"Sorry milady. Where the bloody hell did you get that photo?"

"Take a guess. I'm positive you haven't been as inbred as Crab or Goyle."

"Harry Potter."

"Are you bloody daft Draco? Potter was too self-absorbed to even respond to half of your insults."

"Colin Creevey. You and your poofter friends, goody-two-shoes gryff's that are out to ruin my lives. Fine, you have proper blackmail material. But that will not stop me from what I was supposed to be doing!" Draco said, as he started to advance towards Ginevra.

"And what are you supposed to be doing? Acting like a fool of yourself? An emotional Slytherin?"

Draco grabbed Ginevra's arm, and a pitiful popping sound was heard.

"Such a shame, that you didn't notice the anti-apparition wards on your father's map. Really pitiful, how the mighty has fallen."

Draco growled and pulled Ginevra to the fireplace. "You're talking to Dumbledore. I can't handle this anymore."

"Minister Dumbledore. It's been quite some time, hasn't it?" Ginevra said, keeping her words schooled and polite.

"Yes it has Lady Ginevra Weasley. Why, you've grown up." Dumbledore acknowledged, as he eyed Ginevra in her suit. He almost imagined that if he scraped off a bit of the suit, he'd be sure to find a shark fin ready to burst out.

"It would seem as if I had. I suppose you can blame it on becoming a widow. Or perhaps the death casualties of the second war."

"You mean the death of your family members."

Ginevra smirked. "Numbers Dumbledore. Human lives are just numbers."

"So all of us are merely numbers now? No more Headmaster Dumbledore for me?"

"Yet you managed to survive. Did you not?" Ginevra asked.

"Yes I did. But that is not the purpose of this discussion, which seems like Draco couldn't finish."

"He felt the need to escape once I pulled out a photo about his sexual preference."

"Draco has a sexual preference?" Dumbledore asked with his eyebrow raised.

"I'm not asexual like you are Dumbledore." Draco cut in. "Just cut to the chase Minister."

"Ginevra, you are aware that ever since the second war, our nation has been simply devastated. We're in a process of relocating the war refugee's back here, but everyone simply believes that Voldermort is going to come back again, although he is dead. We need you to make a public announcement of your return, and to help us start moving the first few refugee's back."

"I don't believe it's possible for me sir."

"Why is that so?"

"Because I'm simply not the one for the job. It would interfere with my work and social obligations."

"What if I'm giving you a direct order?"

Ginevra bristled. "You can't do that. You have no power over me"

"A secret Auror that has gone AWOL means that you disappear, so you can not hear my orders. I am giving you a direct order. Displace yourself from New York, and move here."

"You can not choose where I live. That itself is my personal choice."

"Yes, privately, that is your choice. Publicly, that is my choice. Notice that difference?"

"I have a business appointment to attend to." Ginevra said, disappearing into the fireplace without giving an answer.

"She's an AWOL secret Auror?" Draco asked.

"Yes. You can blame Professor Snape. Ginevra was his secret prized pupil, so he trained her into a secret Auror."

"But I was Professor Snape's prized pupil! How dare she steal the title from me!"

"I believe you were his favored pupil, not prized. Plus, Ginevra's background proved very entertaining for Professor Snape. Can't have an ounce of boredom here, can we?"

"Why don't I just move to New York myself? Perhaps that Fifth Avenue snob won't notice the fact that I moved in her deceased husband's 5,000 square feet penthouse!"

Author Note: Finally done! It's not as good as the previous chapters, but since school is pressing on me, I figured I should at least post this. Get it out for you guys too read. You know, all that cutesy fluffy stuff. Anywho, I must run off to class now, or I'll be really late again. For the trillionth time.