..::AN: Sorry it took a while, i tried to update yesterday but the document manager was down. Hmm sorry no g/d romantic action yet.. calms u all down it IS a g/d and you'll see it later on, also the rating pg-13 as i believe it is will have its reasons later since theres no really harsh language or sexual content yet. Just splaining that all to yah! HOPE U LIKES IT!!!::..

Ginny yawned as she entered her hotel room, her clothes already packed as she

was moving into the condo Hermione had showed her next week. Her stuff back at her

old flat were all packed in boxes and suitcase, ready to be magically sent to her new flat.

Ginny took a quick shower and collapsed on one of the bed in a pair of small

shorts and a black spaghetti strapped tank top to sleep in. Hermione had taught her what a

television was, since she was muggle born she knew that Ginny would still probably not

understand, even with her taking Muggle Studies, the function of a T.V.

"Ick, Jerry Springer.." she grimaced, after a few times watching the things that

muggles watched she realized that some of it was beyond being garbage. She blinked as

she heard someone knock on the door, raising an eyebrow she wondered if the maid was

coming by at this time.

"Coming." she said as she stood up, unlocked and then opened the door. She

jumped as someone pushed by her quickly causing her to fall onto the floor as the door

was closed behind her.

"ACK!" she yelled as she sat up her hair in front of her face as she looked up to

see Draco giving her an odd look.

"Do you usually sit on the floor?" he asked, his eyebrow raised.

"Oh yes, I enjoy talking to the fibers." she grunted as she got to her feet, 'what the

hell is he doing here' she thought.

"I prefer talking to grains of wood, more stories to tell, history. You wouldn't

believe who I found out were shagging on my potions desk back at Hogwarts..." he said, a

sarcastic sense of humor that seemed to be one of his trade marks.

Ginny held up her hand "Stop..please.." she said wincing inwardly, she really

didn't want to know, especially if it had anything to do with their old potions master.

"What are you doing here? And how did you find me? And why are you in such a

hurry?" she asked, crossing her arms, she looked down at her small amount of clothing

and squealed slightly, running to her suitcase and throwing on a bathrobe.

"Er..I," he let out a breath, she narrowed her eyes still wondering how he found

her. "You left this in my car. I was getting odd looks from people who thought I was

carrying a purse." he said. He handed her a small black and red purse with a silver clasp.

"Oh, I didn't notice. Thank you, but you could have given it to me tomorrow." she

said taking it from him, still a little shaken from him seeing her in her skimpy sleep-wear.

"And what? Have you yell at me for being inconsiderate..no thanks, I had to do

some checking up with number twenty-two about some things for the magazine so I just

asked where you were staying." he said, he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed,

watching her as she tossed her purse on the bed.

"Why are you staying in a hotel anyway? A muggle hotel at that." he asked

inquisitively.

Ginny tightened her hold on her robe, it was a deep sparkling green satin that she

usually only used when she had to get ice, or got out of the bath. She was a little

uncomfortable having him in her hotel room, because of three things. One, he was her

boss. Two, he was Draco Malfoy. Three, she was almost flattered that he had done

something nice for her..and she just noticed he had really nice hands.

"Oh um, Well my flat is on the other side of London and its also in a muggle

building, muggle neighborhood, so I try not to apparate around there. So I just decided to

stay here for a little while. I'm moving into another flat though, closer to the office so I

wont need to stay here much longer." she shrugged.

"I see. Well I have a meeting to go to tomorrow, so do you if memory serves me

right. I have a early morning check in with number seventeen, in charge of printing and

such." he shrugged.

Ginny started to feel herself a little angered, before she could stop herself she

angrily asked.

"Number seventeen? No wonder your memory is so good you only have to

remember bloody numbers for the people who bust their ass's for you every day."she said

crossing her arms.

Draco blinked, a little taken back by her sternness, his eyes suddenly went colder.

"I still don't get this. You honestly expect me to remember the name of every

person that works for me?! I have thousands of people who work for me all over the

globe!" he said pointing an angry finger at her.

"Don't you dare point that at me!" she smacked his finger away. "You could at

least give them a little credit besides 'great job number five!' No wonder you don't want

anyone to know who you are! They'd hate you even more!" she said, her brown eyes

brimming with anger now.

Draco's mind was racing with confusion and anger. How dare this woman

criticize the way he ran a business that was not only successful, but well known and

appreciated! So what if he didn't know them by names, he payed them handsomely, sure

he didn't give them Christmas gifts or anything, but he still paid them higher then any

other Wizarding magazine.

He was confused because he wanted to know where this came from. Despite their

rather, well ugly past, they had been getting along fine before. Draco had been rather

shocked when he found himself in front of her hotel room door, purse in hand and no real

annoyed scowl on his face. He wasn't really sure why he had come, he had gotten a weird

feeling when he saw the small handbag sitting beside him in the car, smelling lightly of

vanilla. But he just felt like he had to do this, he wasn't sure why but he just, well, did.

"Forget it." he sighed letting himself out and slamming the door behind him.

Ginny sighed, she had been standing in the same place for a few minutes after

Draco stormed out. She lifted her hand, rubbing her temple a little before tossing off her

robe and collapsing on her bed.

She stared at the ceiling for a little while, wondering what the stars looked like

outside but not feeling up to going to look. Ginny pictured the stars for a while, twinkling

and blurring into endless swirls in the dark sky. She groaned angrily when she thought of

how the dark sky reminded her of Draco's eyes, how angry they had been.

Ginny rolled onto her stomach, looking at the purse laying where she tossed it.

She could smell the faint smell of his cologne mingling with her soft vanilla body lotion

she used. Sighing she wondered how close she was to being fired.

Ginny had that Weasley temper, that always managed to get her into trouble.

Sometimes it was a benefit, like in debates, or when she had to stand up for herself. But

in times like this it was a huge burden, she knew she couldn't forget everything Draco

had done at Hogwarts in just one day, this may take a while.

"You idiot this isn't SUPPOSED to be a walk in the park, it's a job. This is a

assignment, sort of, but still if it was easy then anyone could have it. Suck it up." she said

to herself quietly. Ginny yawned and got a small piece of parchment and a pen and began

jotting down notes for what she would ask Malfoy for the article as she snuggled into the

slightly too soft hotel bed.

Draco almost died of shock when he saw Ginny stride into the entrance of his

house with her head held high.

"Am I late? You didn't say when the meeting was." she said quietly.

"Why are you here? I didn't say you were coming with me to the meeting!" he

said storming down the stairs. His impressive business suit made him look even more

impatient then usual, except for the fact his tie was crooked.

"Yes you did. You said I could follow you around for a week, this is the beginning

of the week so therefore I'm coming." she said indignantly, crossing her arms. To her

dismay, and his, she was wearing black office like pants with a stylishly fitted matching

coat with a cream coloured shirt underneath. Draco and Ginny looked like they matched.

"Whatever" Draco muttered, he would never admit that he really did forget. "But I

don't want you getting in the way." he snapped.

"Oh yes sitting on the sidelines and taking notes will be oh so distracting to you

wont it?" she snapped back, whatever side of the bed he woke up on must have caused

him to collide into a wall making him this angry, she thought to herself.

"Fine whatever, do me a favor?" he asked, more commanding then really asking.

"What would that be?" she asked spitefully.

"Go into the parlor and get two cups of coffee off the table, transfigure the mugs

into paper cups for me, then I'll take you to the bloody meeting." he grumbled pointing to

the room on the left with two arched dark black wooden doors.

"You rotten li.." she stopped and took a deep breath, then walked briskly out of

the room and into the parlor, her heeled shoes making dull noises on the marble floor.

The parlor, was an odd excuse for a parlor. Ginny thought she'd maybe see a

sunroom, with light wooden furniture and cheery paintings. She stopped dead in her

tracks at the rooms decor.

More dark furniture, with deep red velvet cushioning on each seat and chaise. A

heavy dark table sat between two dark coloured couches on it sat a silver coffee pot on a

silver tray with two dark green coloured mugs. There was one painting, of two serpents,

above a large fireplace that was roaring with hot flames. The serpents were silver,

magically slithering slowly around a emerald jewel in the shape of a serpents eye, Ginny

felt her blood run cold but she couldn't look away.

She knew Draco was proud of being a Slytherin, but this room was like a shrine to

the colours and the mascot. It reminded her so much of the Chamber of Secrets, she felt

tears weld up in her eyes as she remembered how terrible she felt when she realized what

she had done in her first year. This room made her wonder, if maybe Draco hadn't really

changed at all.

Draco grumbled again as he finished tying his shoe, wondering where that

damned witch was with the coffee. Gritting his teeth he went in after her.

Something made Draco stop when he saw her, he could just see the side of her

face as she stood there, transfixed by the painting. But he could see something

glimmering at the bottom of her warm eyes, something watery, he narrowed his eyes

realizing they were tears.

Then he remembered hearing at breakfast back in his second year, that a girl had

been taken into the Chamber of Secrets, and Harry Potter had saved her from dying. That

girl was now a woman and standing there in his parlor.

Well it wasn't really his parlor, this house had been completely designed by his

mother and father for him as a gift. He really did despise it, not that he was ashamed of

being in Slytherin. Slytherin would probably be ashamed of him to be truthful, for never

joining up with Death Eaters when they were still around. But he just hadn't gotten

around to changing anything.

He cleared his throat quietly, transfiguring the green mugs into brown paper cups

with black lids. Ginny jumped, wiping her eyes discreetly with her hand .

"Sorry I just..got distracted." she muttered quietly. Draco nodded handing her the

cup, she took it with a small nod of thanks.

"Its sort of chilling isn't it?" he said staring at the painting, he flicked his wand at

it and two small curtains on either side closed shut. Ginny nodded feeling herself feel a

little less colder already.

"Sort of.." she echoed, her voice was a little distant.

"Come on, we better get going." he said quietly leading her out of the parlor,

Ginny followed, holding onto her cup with both hands, casting one last glance at the

closed curtains that hid the painting before letting the doors close behind her.

"Where are we going?" she asked as he led her up the grand stairs in his house. "I

thought we were going to your meeting?" she asked hurrying to catch up with him.

Draco took a swig of his coffee, she could smell that he drunk it black. She had

pointed her wand at her cup adding a bit of milk and sugar.

"We are. This way is even less flaw-proof then apparating." he said leading her to

the end of a small hallway.

"I didn't know there were flaws to apparating.." Ginny admitted, Draco smiled

lightly at her bit of naiveness.

"Many. Lets say you had to much caffeine..like I do a lot. Your jumpy, a little

distracted by the sudden burst of energy. Then you apparate, you distracted, and you end

up having your lips and eyes in a coffee house in Spain, and the rest of you in the office."

Ginny laughed, taking another sip of her coffee as she watched him press his

wand to the wall. Wondering if he was talking from personal experience. She almost spat

her coffee back into the cup as a large silver door appeared with two buttons on the side

on a small panel.

"An elevator? What is your office on the ninety third floor of your house or

something?!" she asked, forcing herself to swallow the hot liquid quickly.

"No. Just get in." he ordered as the door opened revealing an almost muggle like

elevator except for a familiar looking house elf dressed in a red bell-hop suit with a

matching hat and large eyes.

"Miss Wheezy!" Dobby the hose elf said happily, Ginny beamed looking at Draco

then back at the house elf.

"What are you doing here Dobby?" she asked stepping into the lift. Draco

followed behind her leaning against the wall casually.

"Well since its summer Dobby had time off from Hogwarts, I didn't mind Draco

when I worked for the Malfoy's except he used to make me make shapes with my ears

like they were paper.." Dobby paused, a half bemused, half curious look on his face.

Ginny looked at Draco with wide eyes. "I was eleven!" he said in protest.

Dobby shook his head and continued. "So I came back to work for him for a little

while. Unfortunately I'll be leaving soon since summer is almost over." he sighed sadly.

Ginny nodded and then Dobby perked up again.

"Where to Master Draco?" he asked.

"Office Dobby, me and Miss 'Wheezy' have a meeting to go to." a smirk pulled at

the corner of his lips as Ginny shot him a dirty glare. Dobby opened a small panel door,

inside were so many buttons, knobs and key holes that Ginny felt herself going cross-eyed

just looking at them. Bright purple, gold and yellow were the only colours she could see

until Dobby stepped in front of the small door and started fiddling quickly with buttons

and small keys.

Ginny waited for the lurching feeling that came with muggle elevators but it never

did and before she could blink the door to the lift opened with a cheery 'ding.' Ginny

gaped as she saw a busy looking office, with grey cubicles and people walking quickly

back and forth across the long hallway.

"Come on Miss 'Wheezy' I don't have all day." Draco ordered laughing quietly to

himself as he led her through the hallways and into the office room.