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It was a large room, with a circular table occupied by several people. Cups of coffee and

clear glasses of water sat in front of each person, as well as small stacks of papers. Ginny

counted five men and two women. All about in there mid-thirties with business robes on, Draco

and herself were the only ones dressed in Muggle clothing.

Ginny recognized one woman as Fleur Delacour, one of the Triwizard champions back in her

third year, and Draco's fourth. She had her silvery blonde hair that was surprisingly Draco-like,

swept back into an elegant chignon. Her eyes were painted with a silvery shadow that brought

out the bright lavender-blue of her eyes. She waved in a friendly manner towards Ginny and

nodded to Draco. Ginny smiled as Fleur waved her ring finger at her, showing off the lovely

engagement ring that Ginny's brother Bill had given her.

Ginny looked around a bit more, and noticed an oriental wizard with a strange scar on his

cheek sitting beside a slightly pudgy man with a very distasteful look on his face. The others

looked fairly normal. There was a pretty brunette and three other dark haired, lean wizards that

looked quite plain. One of the men looked at her with a small smile, and she could see a golden

tooth in the row of large teeth he had, but something about him seemed familiar. Ginny looked

up at Draco, who conjured her an arm chair just to the side of his but behind him a little so she

was out of the way. Ginny sat quietly, taking a small notepad and pen out of her purse, and

started to take some notes. She looked up as Draco started shaking hands with everyone on

table, kissing the tops of the woman's hands gently and politely before sitting down in his seat.

"Good afternoon, everyone," he said in a friendly tone that Ginny didn't think quite

suited him. But everyone else seemed to buy it. "I'd like you to meet Miss Weasley; she's doing

an interview on me for the magazine." He had noticed that some of the people were giving her

weird looks, inquiring in their minds why she was there. Why she had arrived with him. Ginny

simply nodded and then watched Draco as he started the meeting.

He offered them all drinks of brandy and scotch, and let the men smoke their cigars, to

Fleur's obvious distaste. She seemed content, however, after casting a smoke shield charm on

herself. She was surprised by how much of a people-person Draco could act like he was. Ginny

knew he was acting, and she could see the hidden disgust he held for the brunette woman. She

realized that he was asking for more sponsors, but not really asking in the way most people

would. He made it sound like they HAD to do this, and Ginny wrote down about how skilled he

was with convincing people, making everything option to have advertisements in Vraleish seem

so worth it. Ginny put a note underneath his skills, "Very Impressive", and underlined it a few

times. She hated to admit it, but Draco was very good at this.

The meeting went on for a few hours, and Ginny was going through paper like there was

no tomorrow, noting how well Draco was persuading everyone. She wasn't surprised when

everyone agreed to add their businesses to the list of sponsors and left. Fleur gave Ginny a

friendly smile, said she was in a hurry, and promised she would owl her soon before apparating

into the night.

"That was rather impressive." Ginny confessed as the stepped back out of the elevator

into Draco's manor. Draco looked at her curiously, before calling for one of the servants to

prepare lunch for him and his guest.

"Are you mocking me Weasley?" he asked coldly. He couldn't recognize the fact she was

being serious. Ginny blinked, startled a little by his comment.

"No, I wasn't! Now I know we had a fight, but get over it! I've forgotten about it," she

lied. She still felt terrible about it, but she wouldn't let him know that.

"The least you could do is try to act civil towards me," she shot back, following him down the

stairs to the dining room.

"Fine, but from now on when I do something decent for you, how about you don't bite my

head off? And don't you ever again criticize how I run my business. Do I make myself clear?" he

shot angrily turning to face her. Ginny stopped in her tracks as she was just a step behind him.

Their faces we're extremely close together as she looked back into his cold eyes determinedly.

"Very," she said quietly, brushing past him and walking down the stairs.

Lunch was a bit quiet, as Ginny sat at the end of a long table with Draco at the opposite

end. The dark furniture was starting to annoy her with its dreary colors. The high backed antique

chairs were too stiff, too cold.

"What's the point of having such a huge table? I mean, I practically have to shout to talk

to you," Ginny asked, after swallowing a small bite of her personal-sized meat pie.

"It was my grandfather's table. This was my grandfather's house. I sold the house I grew

up in and bought this manor from my grandmother." Ginny noticed he didn't look at her when he

said that, and instead he looked out the window towards the grounds. There was a large stone

fence, with a small door that looked like it hadn't been opened in years.

"What's back there?" Ginny asked, standing up to go look through the tall, black trimmed

window. It was like a stained glass that lacked color and had iron patterns that weren't

recognizable. Draco stood up beside her and looked at her sternly.

"Nothing, that's the end of the property," he said quickly. Ginny looked at him and could

tell something about her curiosity towards the wall bothered him.

"Surely you're joking! I mean, this is such a huge manor, and it would have and equally

huge grounds, I would think," she said.

"Well it doesn't," he said in a tone that clearly meant the topic was closed for discussion.

He sat down and went back to his meal. Sighing quietly, Ginny did the same.
"What do you mean, you can't help me move? Hermione, you're my last hope!" Ginny

said, exasperated at her bad luck. She had originally asked her brother Ron to help her, but he

said he had already promised to help their cousin Jacqueline move on the same day. Harry and

Cho were gone on vacation, Luna was working, and her other brothers were all busy.

"You should have asked me sooner, Gin! I have a meeting with Dumbledore today! And

I'm late! I have to get going, I'm sorry," Hermione protested. She looked like she felt rather

guilty. Ginny sighed looking at Hermione's fiery head in the fireplace.

"That's alright Hermione, I'll find someone. I'll owl you later," she said, forcing herself to

smile. Hermione smiled back and disappeared with a popping sound. Ginny ran a hand through

her hair angrily. She had no idea who else to call, seeing as all her closest friends we're busy.

Sighing again, she looked over the huge mound of boxes in her flat, all taped and labeled with

names like 'kitchen stuff', 'clothes', 'bathroom things'. The boxes all stared at her like she was

defeated, seeing as there was no way she could move all this on her own.

Ginny was thoroughly disgusted when the manager had told her she'd have to move her

stuff the muggle way because all port key and teleporting lines were full. She could have

shrunken all the boxes, but the chances of losing one was immensely high, as was the chance

that she may not be able to get all her things back to her normal size. She looked out the

window down to the street below where a bright red truck she had rented stood, waiting for her

to bring her stuff down to. She had only one hope. She grabbed her wand as she apparated to

Draco's manor.

Taking a deep breath, Ginny knocked on the door. To her surprise Draco answered it

himself, as though he was about to walk out of it himself. Both of them

jumped a little.

"Weasley?" he asked, obviously surprised to see her since she said she wouldn't be

seeing him until that evening since she was moving.

"Malfoy," she said, addressing him politely. She shoved her hands in the back pockets of

her jeans, casually forcing herself to smile a little.

"I have a favor to ask...I know your probably extremely busy, or meeting someone for

lunch or something but you're the last person I can go to and I...." She was talking

rather fast, and Draco laughed quietly a bit.

"Would you stop babbling already? What is this favor? If it requires me wearing a loin

cloth of cutting Potter's hair then the answer is no," he smirked. Ginny was starting

to get a little sick of that smirk, wondering what it looked like to see him smile actually, but she

blew a piece of her hair out of her face and continued.

"Well everyone canceled on me, and now I'm stuck with more boxes then I could possibly

carry and a truck that's being unused, and a flat that I've yet to move into," she

said. She looked at him swallowing her pride. "I was wondering if you could...well if you had the

time...well, you know."

"I could what? Come on, you have to ask nicely if you want me to do it." He smirked

wickedly leaning against the door frame. Ginny glared at him, clenching her

teeth.

"Draco, would you please, oh please help me move my stuff to my apartment? Pretty

please, with a chocolate frog on top?" she said, her cheeks getting red with anger. Draco

stroked his chin a little, then yawned.

"Nicer then that. Come on, I know you can do it." He edged her on. Ginny's jaw dropped,

but he raised an eyebrow, stopping her from calling him something nasty.

"Please Draco, oh wondrous boss of mine, would you assist me in moving my stuff

because your muscles are so big and large and I'm oh-so-weak and I need your help? Pretty

PRETTY please?" she asked, clenching her fist so hard her nails were starting to dig into her

skin.

Draco clapped loudly before grabbing onto her shoulders gently.

"I knew you had it in you! I'll do it, but you owe me," he said, letting go of her. Ginny

grumbled bitterly.

"Just so you know, I'm giving you a very dirty look right now," she muttered before they

apparated to her old apartment.