..::AN:Hope ya likes..and hey..EVERYONE LOVES CLIFFHANGERS!! ..well maybe not but it keeps em thinking..dont trash my cliffhangers i work hard on pondering where to put em..sniffles::..

Ginny turned the corner at the park in order to avoid a small dog that was tied to the

fencepost while it's owner read the paper on the bench beside him. Sighing Ginny continued to

jog down the fairly deserted pathway in the park, towards the wooden stairway that brought

her down to the side of a small ravine.

After eating so much ice cream, and demolishing quite a few icing covered cinnamon

buns that morning Ginny had decided to take a long walk. It had turned into a jog, Ginny usually

wasn't a jogger..more of a brisk walker, but today it felt good to have that bounce in her step,

even if it was only caused by the cross trainers

She slowed down a little and began to walk down the wooden stairs, blowing a piece

of stray hair that had escaped her ponytail out of her face. Heavy heartedly she thought about

having to go back in a few hours to her hotel room. She would have to regain her started,

paused, then started again, search to find a flat. There were a pile of about sixty letters from

Ron, all of which she ignored, even the howlers she had just set on fire with her wand and let

the ashes collect in the wastebin. And two more cinnamon danish's in a brown box from the

bakery, that would be just calling her name.

Then there was the dress, hanging on the door to the closet. In all its shining glory, it

reminded her of the terrible night she had, she wanted to burn it, trash it, rip it to shreds but that

would have been an expensive investment gone down the drain.

"Miss! Miss! You dropped this!" Ginny turned around as she reached the bottom of the

stairs, a heavyset man was at the top of the stairs, jogging down with quite a surprising amount

of ease. He waved a white piece of paper at her, Ginny raised an eyebrow, shoving her hands

in the pouch at the front of her sweater, she didn't have a piece of paper on her when she

started jogging.

"Uh..thanks but I don't think that's mine." she said as he handed her the paper.

"Some blonde man said it was yours..dressed kinda funny in a black cloak." the man

blinked.

"High cheekbones? Grey eyes?" Ginny asked emotionlessly. The man snapped his

fingers and pointed at her.

"Yep, that's the chap. When I looked back about two seconds later he had

disappeared, quiet fellow though. Well best be off, enjoy your run!" he said waving as he

jogged back up the stairs.

Ginny sighed running her hands over the folded letter. He name was written in dark

green writing on the front, in Draco's writing. She continued to walk, a little slower beside the

grey-blue ravine that looked rather chilly as it bounded over the small pebbles at the bottom.

The overhang of the trees made it hard to read but Ginny decided she'd try anyway and

unfolded it.

"I'm sorry." It simply said. Ginny scowled at it. She had expected more then three

syllables, did he expect that to make up for it? She wanted to forgive him, she bit her lip as she

ripped the letter in two and shoved it in the pouch at the front of her sweater, but it didn't seem

like she could.

Once Ginny had left the ravine and entered the main part of the park again, she

dropped the letter into the nearest wastebasket, oblivious to the cloaked man who was

watching her in the shadow of a willow tree while he leaned against the cool, damp bark.

One week, six jogs, two pints of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, and one long

packing day later Ginny found herself in her own condo. It was very close to being as nice as

the other one Jacqueline had taken from her, but with not as high rates.

The outside of the building was an ivy green, with arched windows in each flat, and a

rod-iron balcony. It was much older then the other building, but more detailed in the

architecture. The flat had one bedroom, a small but nicely equipped kitchen, a living room area,

a nice sized bathroom, and Ginny's favorite part, a small but amazingly perfect, walk in closet.

Ginny flicked her wand, trying to decide on the paint colour, she settled with a light grey

blue for the living room, and started on arranging the furniture. Her fold out white couch she put

on the longest wall, with about nine different sized mirrors making a sort of chic collage above it.

She put her dark blue curtains on the sliding glass doors that led out to the balcony, and pulled

them to the side with copper sun and moon ties.

It was when she was sending an owl to a flower shop in Diagon Alley to place an order

of everlasting white roses for her centerpiece for her coffee table centerpiece, she got distracted

and her mind drifted back to Draco.

It was the quill that made her remember, she was using a deep purple feathered quill, it

tickled her neck. Draco used to tickle her neck with his lips. Cursing she slapped the quill down

on the table and sealed up her letter. Letting Starfire out of her bottle, slipping the galleons into a

velvet pouch and tying it around her leg she forced Draco out of her mind and watched Starfire

fly out the door.

Sighing she saw there was nothing really left to do in the living room, it did look fantastic

to her. She had this amazing coffee table that had a dug out sort of circular moat that was filled

with water, in the center was a real crystal ball, magically showing a couple colourful sunfish that

were happily swimming somewhere in the middle of the ocean. She wanted the flowers to float

in the water around it.

She quietly walked into her new bedroom, tons of boxes were still left, mostly full of

clothes she hadn't unpacked yet. She flicked her wand changing the dull white colour of the

room to a stucco-technique pale blue and white to match her decor. Her queen sized bed had

white silk coverings, with a large decorative assortment of pillows in gold, baby blue, and white

in front of the Black iron headboard which sat in the center of the room with the headboard

against the wall. There was a black framed, white screened dressing screen, that stood in the

corner by her bed facing the window. The rounded arch window had white coverings, draped

here and there in a romantic sort of style.

Ginny sighed tearing open one of the box's seeing it had a large oval antique mirror

charmed with a sort of bubble wrap charm. Ginny picked it up carefully, the charm fading away

instantly, and hung it above a small dressing table where her cosmetics and jewelry box stood.

When she started to work on hanging up her clothes in the closet, she picked up her

light black cloak and noticed it felt rather heavy. She shoved her hand in the pocket, her hand

touching something ice cold. She pursed her lips, closing her eyes tightly as she closed her

fingers over the large key to garden door that was probably still blooming away at Draco's

manor.

'Everyone says that people, like everything else, change with time. That even over a few

days someone's personality can change in so many ways, it can dumbfound even their own

friends and family. I believe that now, because I have met a person that showed me that even if

you didn't know someone too well before, they can change in so many ways you don't

recognize them. This man, people who attended Hogwarts around the same time as I, will

probably remember. This man owns Vraleish. His name is Draco Malfoy.

Back at Hogwarts, many would remember Draco Malfoy as a Slytherin with a grudge

against other houses, especially Gryffindor's. But for those who work with him now, and do

know who he is, they could tell you he's gone beyond the description of a changed wizard.

Draco Malfoy is now a cunning and highly skilled business wizard, who knows how to

convince people to do what's right for the company, and when to tell them when to do it. He's

like a captain, steering the workers of Vraleish to the horizon of immense and unimaginable

success, without him, this magazine wouldn't be what it is today.

Not that the writers, editors and publishers don't help make it what it is, but if Mr.

Malfoy hadn't gathered all these talented people into one source, and lead the way, Vraleish

would probably be the paper you find soaked with oil in your basket of fish and chips.

Now, Draco Malfoy lives in a manor that has been in his family for ages, with a history

to astound many. I had the pleasure of interviewing him in his own home for almost two weeks,

and it was an experience I will never forget.

Draco knows what he wants to do in this world, where he's going and he's sure when

he's going to get there. Determined and strong will drives this wizard to make daring and

dangerous choices in both his business and his life all together.

He has a certain way of carrying himself, that when he walks into a room, everyone

takes notice. Not because of just how he looks, but the manor and essence he presents himself

in. Dignified and aristocratic, he's the perfect business wizard, but who doesn't just crack the

whip and force people to do what he wants. Because of how he is, the friendships he builds,

people want to do what he says because they know it'll always have a amazing result.

While I was working on this article, I got to have a lovely, if not amusing and slightly tedious

chat with Mr. Malfoy, here is a few snippets of what he had to say:

GW: Firstly, I"m sure everyone wants to know why you didn't let people know you

owned Vraleish to begin with. Why not just tell everyone and spare all the secrecy?

DM: Well anyone who was familiar with how I was in school, or my family history,

would be beyond hesitant to join Vraleish. The main thing about Vraleish isn't just to socialize, if

they hated me they I don't blame them, but this magazine is for the readers. Hard hitting pieces

and interesting topics the readers what to keep coming back for, I didn't start this business to

socialize, I made it for people to read. By not saying who I was it was like having a clean slate,

I wouldn't have to ask people to like me and come to work for me, that's not how I am. It was

more convenient and productive to handle things that way.

GW: So why come out with it now?

DM: laughing Well I guess that's because of you now isn't it? You're a persistent little

journalist and I wanted you out of my hair. Besides, after a few years and amazing success I

think the readers and my writers deserve to have the curiosity quenched. I may loose a few

workers, maybe more readers by revealing who I am. But if that's what people want to be like

go ahead, they just have to remember this magazine isn't about me, its about them.

GW: Do you really think you'll loose readers? After all this time with the success of the

magazine?

DM: To be brutally honest, yah I do. I know first hand people change, but even now

I've seen that also people don't. Some people just hold grudges, and I cant help that.

GW: Would you like to describe an average day of yours? Insight for the readers you

know.

DM: Well you've been following me around so you could probably do that by now. Do

you want it detailed?

GW: Sure?

DM: Well I open my eyes, sit up out of bed, move my feet...

GW: laughing Alright not that detailed.

DM: I was just doing what I was told! But I guess it consists of working mostly. Usually

after breakfast and coffee I head to the office, with you tagging around I've had time off

though..lovely holiday that was. (sarcasm)

GW: Gee thanks. When your not working how do you like to spend your free time?

DM: Besides bugging you?

GW: Yes, besides that.

DM: Well I like to read, I love playing Quidditch. I've found I'm much better at playing

chaser then seeker actually, which is saying something.

GW: The modesty in that was just ground shaking. So what about your personal life?

DM: My friends are mostly all at the office, sad to say but true. We go out once a

month usually to this really awesome pub, with amazing nacho's by the way..and usually pull all

night parties. We also have an office Quidditch team.

GW: What's the teams name?

DM: Er..I'd rather not say..

GW: People are going to think your hiding something...

DM: Hey you'd hide it too if you had a name like Sarsparilla Slugs!

GW: Yes, yes I would. Now we have a question from one of your workers. Marissa,

the manager of Vraleish. "Where did the name Vraleish come from? It took me months to learn

how to pronounce it."

DM laughing Someone had to ask.. Well actually I was eating these muggle

cookies..called Oreo's. I had to sign something at work so I shoved a whole one in my mouth,

then I sneezed and it sounded something like that. One of my female workers thought it

sounded brilliant, we just added a few more vowels and took out the wet cookie pieces that

went everywhere.

GW: How..lovely.

DM: I thought you'd think so.

GW: Would you describe yourself as in interesting person?

DM: Yes, yes I would. You know me pretty well now, wouldn't you say so?

GW: laughing You really don't want me to answer that.

The last question was followed by knocked over chairs, papers flying everywhere and a

large rally of water balloon charms being fired across a manor entranceway.

GW:After being hit with green water balloon Thanks for your time

DM: After being hit by red water balloon No problem! Now you may want to duck.."

Draco sighed looking at the stunning picture beside his article in the magazine. It was

black and white, with Ginny wearing an amazing backless, halter style white dress that had a

train that even reached the floor while she was sitting on the high backed, slightly gothic looking

arm chair. Draco sat in actual chair, in a white, loose, open buttoned shirt that was half open.

He looked at the arm that was protectively on Ginny's leg, her hand on his shoulder. It was a

still photo, to add to the dramaticness, except for several black cats that were randomly placed

around the room, their eyes were the only thing that moved.

Swearing lightly he tossed the magazine onto the table, sitting back in his chair and tilting

his head back. He remembered that water balloon fight, that part of the interview had been

done the day after he had kissed her.

He missed everything about her, just how he felt when he knew she was only just down

the hall. How he knew she wouldn't object if he tried to kiss her, or just run his hands through

her hair. He missed the sound of her laugh, the way she'd bite her bottom lip a little when she

was thinking and that odd quirk she had about brushing her hair for hours on end. She'd get this

spaced out look on her face, letting her imagination lead her and get her lost in her own

thoughts.

He wanted to hear her laugh, to lay in the grass with her in the garden, watch her run

her fingers through the waters in the pond again. It hurt to think about her, to think about how

much he needed her to talk to him, his arms seemed to feel impatient to hold her again.

Looking back at the article, Draco smirked a little and jumped to his feet. He didn't

care she hadn't replied to his letters in two weeks, or that it was ten at night, he had an idea.

..::Hmm hows 20 reviews? lol i'll be nice and say anything over eighteen..steeples fingers
i dont own oreos, sex and the city (though it is my fave like non sci-fi ish show without a doubt!!!!!!!! ack luv it!) Or chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. The idea for Ginny's room i got from this debbie travis chick if u go to her website and look under bedrooms for the "ROmantic Room" thats the one i got me inspiration from. The condo's are quite like the ones we have in my town, their rather nice, right on the water and everything. NOW I'm a HUGE HUGE HUGE oscar/emmy/grammy/any award show fan. I'll just sit and watch for hours and not move until commercials. I get very into them because i am a clothing lover so i do loveeeeeeee the red carpet thingies. GINNYS GOWN was inspired by the gowns Charlize Theron's Tom Ford for Gucci gown for the top half (goldeny spaghetti strap low cut thing) and the bottom flare bit was inspired by Naomi Watts' Versache gown. There thats all i gotta say i think lol ::..