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Ginny looked out over the city, lights twinkling everywhere inside the outline of

buildings. The little lights from the city seemed to dim out the stars, the sounds of music

from nightclubs and the honking of cars down in the streets below were common sounds

for L.A.

Ginny took a deep breath, disgusted with herself and how she had handled herself

with Draco. Why didn't she tell him everything she felt? Ginny sighed because she knew

that she was sort of scared of what he'd say if she told him about how jealous he could

be. But was that all? She wondered about that as she stepped into her hotel room and

closed the screen doors shutting out the noise of the city. She sunk into a small cushioned

chair that made a sort of sitting area around a small round, wooden table. Transfiguring

herself a cup of tea she began to think about what she was like before she met Draco.

Hadn't she said that her career was the most important thing to her? That even if

she was in a relationship her work would come first? Why did that sound so barbaric and

revolting to her now?

She wondered if when she thought about herself being in a relationship before,

that it would mean as much to her, and scare her a little, as much as her relationship with

Draco meant to her now. She began to scrutinize her principles from only a few months

ago. How could something she could more then likely get back if she lost, like a job, ever

mean more then a person she cared about?

Her fingers rubbed her temples, Ginny propped her elbow up on the arm of the

chair closing her tired eyes. They stung a little, since she hadn't slept well lately, she

couldn't even hide from her guilt in her sleep.

Getting up and getting a piece of parchment out of her trunk, quill and inkwell she

decided she'd write Draco. But as she sat down again, unscrewing the cap to the ink

bottle, she racked her mind to think of what she'd actually write.

She wrote down his name first, hating her writing like always. Then moved the tip

of her quill under the first line that was just for his name.

Ginny hit her hand lightly with the palm of her hand, squinting as though trying to

see an idea more clearly. "I"m sorry" seemed to light. Ginny felt writers block take her

over and she felt restless. Sighing she put the cap back on the ink, and looked around the

hotel room.

Simple yet classy it had two sort of rooms. Though attached, the only doors the

one out of the room, the balcony, and the one to the bathroom, the two roman column

inspired beams separated the small living room with a television, small fridge, and coffee

maker, from the bedroom and bathroom.

"Why cant I think of anything!"she groaned to herself slamming her quill down on

the table and going to take a shower.

Draco sat in the garden, his head in his hands as the warm rain came down very

lightly. Taking a deep breath he leant back, laying out on the stone bench with one of his

arms behind his head. His mind on several things, but most of all Ginny.

"She's shutting me out.." he thought to himself grimly. He didn't get why she

would, he felt like she was hiding something. And he was yearning to know what that

something was. It wasn't that he didn't trust Ginny, but he would have been a lot less

worried if she had let him come along with her to L.A.

"But she didn't..she didn't want me to come." he thought to himself, letting the

warm rain mist his face by moving his other hand that he was using like a shield. The

entire garden smelt like lavender and a little like apple blossoms, a cheery summer smell.

They sky was a grey-blue and cloudy, a very gentle warm rain had been coming down all

afternoon.

He closed his eyes, his white shirt clinging to him a little now due to the

dampness of the fabric and his skin. His mind was going miles a minute, trying to think

of some reason Ginny would have for her not to trust him.

Sure he wasn't the most open guy in the world, or the most romantic, and

definitely not the most sensitive..but he listened every time she talked to him, he cared

about what she had to say, her opinions, her ideas. Didn't she know that?

Draco swore quietly, he thought it was both inconvenient and tedious to have to

tell the other person in a relationship everything they felt, just to confirm what the person

already believed. Couldn't she tell he cared about what she had to say?

Standing up and running a hand through his hair, he left the garden, closing the

unlocked door behind him and heading up to the manor.

Ginny walked into the arena, gaping at the immense charm that had been cast on

the hockey size arena. Like the tents she had used at the Quidditch Cup, they were much

larger in the inside then the outside, that was the same sort of charm used on the arena,

except at a much larger scale.

It looked about the same size as the pitch at Hogwarts. With real grass and dirt on

the ground and the golden hoops at their exact, legal, size..it was just like being outside.

She looked up to see a bunch of men on brooms, tossing the Quaffle back and forth to

warm up their arms.

A bulky man with rather hairy arms ran slowly over to Ginny and whistled up to

the players who came zooming down, laughing and talking loudly.

"You must be the reporter for that magazine. I'm Jerry Toro, coach of the Los

Angeles Spitfires." he held out a hand to her which she shook gently with a smile.

"Yes I'm Ginny Weasley from Vraleish." she said. Her eyes widening as she saw

the team up close. They were all tall and lean, except for several for the beaters who were

a little more masculine. They were all extremely good looking, but the only thing was, the

oldest one didn't look like they were even old enough to graduate from Wizarding school.

A few of them whistled quietly at her, some of them nudging their other players in

the ribs while some winked. Ginny tried to hold back a laugh, being hit on by a team

several years younger then her was a little bit more then awkward.

"Hold old are you all?" she asked, using her ink filled quill and holding onto her

clipboard.

"We range from seventeen to nineteen." One of the players said, he had curly

brown hair and a cocky grin. Ginny smiled and nodded making note of that as she heard

one of the players protest.

"I'm not! I'm twenty!" One said. The team laughed.

"Yah in another two years dumb ass.." another teammate laughed. The Eighteen-

going-on-twenty player shot the one who corrected him a loathing look. Ginny laughed

quietly making a few more notes about how the players seem close. This was going to be

one interesting day.

Ginny was still laughing when she got back to her apartment, one of the players,

the curly haired, cocky grinned, smooth talking twenty year old had driven her hotel. But

not before asking her out for a drink, he was surprised yet he had laughed and apologized

for coming onto her when she had replied:

"Are you even old enough to go into a bar?"

She shook her head with a smile as she set her tote bag onto her bed. She was

satisfied, an excellent first day besides the flirting she had to put to a halt right away.

"Alright, I'm really really flattered..but the whistling and the name calling stops

now. Besides I'm already in a relationship so it's a no go guys." she had laughed after

being asked out by over half the team and denying politely each time. She had asked the

coach about it, he had said he should have warned her. They didn't get a lot of time off,

even less time to date and meet woman like normal guys their age.

Turns out that most of the team were still in school, but taking their classes by

correspondence. They were all rather smart, a little rowdy at times but still rather well

behaved.

Her smile faded a little as she saw the piece of parchment and quill she was going

to use to write Draco last night. Taking a deep breath she sat down and began to write.

She had though about how she had felt, and how to tell him. But her position wasn't

swayed. She wanted him here, but she knew he couldn't be if she was going to do her

best.

But this time, she'd tell him that, she'd be completely honest.

Draco was sitting at his desk, signing some papers he had to send to the office

within the hour. He had moody, testy and annoyed at everyone lately. Snapping at his

employee's, storming around the manor and sitting rigidly and quietly in the garden.

He heard a knock at the door and then a drawl of one of his ghost servants.

"Master Draco, this..bird has a letter for you." it said.

"Let it in." Draco growled. He saw the door open and a brightly coloured, phoenix

like bird soar into the room, cawing soothingly. The sound seemed to make him less

tensed, he let the bird land on his shoulder and read the letter.

"Draco

You know how you said that old habits die hard? Well lately since I've confessed how I

feel about you I've been wondering if it's the same about old beliefs and principles. I used

to say that my career meant everything to me, and then it sounded perfectly normal.

But now, I realize that jobs come and go but there's some relationships that feel

like they could last so much longer then a job. And obviously that relationship is with

you.

I'm sorry I didn't explain the entire reasoning's behind my decision about not

wanting you to come with me. Of course I want you here with me, but I also know that

my stories will always need my undivided attention. With you here, as much as I'd enjoy

it my mind, and my heart would be wherever you are. This way my heart is with you at

the manor, but I can still concentrate on what I have to do.

I hope you can forgive me, I don't know why I didn't tell you before.

All my love

Ginny

Ps: The oldest player is twenty...I don't date younger guys, and you could so take him."

Draco smirked and couldn't help but laugh, suddenly he felt in a much better

mood. Brushing his paperwork aside a little he wrote back a short note.

"Ginny

Hmm..well you know I could forgive you..or I could just snap at so many people

and be rather miserable until everyone quits my business, I loose the company, loose my

money, loose my manor, and end up living in a run down flat with cockroaches where

people yell constantly about what would have happened if they had only boughten that

lottery ticket.

You know what? I think forgiving you is a little bit easier...remember I said a

little.

Love Draco

PS: Oh you know I could beat them all down with my little finger." Smirking he

sealed the letter and gave it back to the bird watching it fly out of the room.

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