A/N New chapter. I've officially decided to post one every two weeks, even if I don't want to do it. So even if you think the flow is slow it will be steady. Don't worry. Oh, and I will give mucho kudos to anyone who can figure out which film Katherine Hepburn was in that her character had a leopard.

Draco sat in one of those dull waiting rooms, along with, oh let's see, more than a hundred other people. It wasn't the slightest bit quiet. If you sat there and listen to the endless drone of voices it sounded like the ocean, in a very very very abstract way. The one thing that all these people seemed to have in common was that they smelled†the stench was worse than the time that Lix dragged in the dead animal so he could bury it. Only, he forgot it in the ventilation system, and the smell of rotting filled up the whole house. So, for a whole week every one in the manor would have to blindly make their way around because their eyes would be tearing so much.

Not only did they smell, but they seemed to have problems dressing themselves too. Draco had carefully picked a place that allowed him to sit at least a whole seat away from those atrocious people. He didn't want to ruin his hair by getting lice after all. For the first few minutes of being there he had been able to sit in silence contemplating how to make his exit, comfortably ignoring the stares he was getting for the stone that hung around his neck. Hey, he might have to live with those dirty muggles but that did not mean he had to demote himself to actually looking like one. He took pride in the emerald green gem that had been given to him by his father on his sixteenth birthday, especially now since it gave him one platform higher than the muggles around him. Little did he know that all it was doing was engaging their thoughts in how to steal it from its position on his neck.

After the first fifteen minutes a particularly smelly and revolting muggle plopped down into one of the empty seats beside him. Very conspicuously Draco edged away little by little, but couldn't move that far away without actually switching seats, which would only bring him closer to another disgusting muggle. From the corner of his eye, Draco watched the stranger warily, just in case he would have to move further away. Soon all there was was the sound of very loud snoring. That damn bastard was sleeping.

Again he had to remind himself why he wasn't able to run away screaming. All for that wanker father of his, just so he could show Draco off to the ministry and get an even more influential position. It seemed so worthless, he didn't want to be in the ministry, but the prospect of being an all powerful death eater was very tempting. If he ran away now there was no way that he would ever become a death eater, even a very lowly one. So with that thought he impatiently drummed his fingers on the green padded arm rest and waited for his name to be called.

The man's head fell onto Draco's side, and he only very narrowly missed it. The sight of that graying greasy hair was enough to make him barf, and the thought of that hair touching his clothing was even worse. He wanted to get away from that hair, but he would much rather be comfortably away from that hair than the uncomfortable way he was avoiding it now, tilted as far away from those un-brushed strands as he could get.

Slowly he pulled out the handkerchief in his pocket and used it to pull up one side of the man's cap. With a very repulsed expression on his face he leaned in.

"You. Bastard. Wake up." He was very tempted to yell those words, but that wouldn't be very good for his personal image.

The greasy haired muggle jerked awake with a start, and at seeing Draco, let out a hearty grin.

The handkerchief's primary purpose was thrown to the wind when the man drew him into a bear hug and hit him hard on the back, in what seemed to be a friendly manner. Draco's face twisted into an even deeper expression of repulsion and surprise while trying to desperately get away from that damn muggle.

"Good Morning te ye laddy. It's so nice te see that young uns' actually care these days. So nice." The man continued to hug him while Draco nodded frantically.

"MR MALFOY, YOUR JOB ADVISOR IS READY."

"Uh, that's me, really nice to meet you," he hesitantly patted the man on the shoulder, "by the way your hair, ugh, disgusting. Wash it."

He didn't stop to see what the muggle did when he said that, he just wanted to get away.

He was led into another room with about as many people, except it was bigger and the people were sitting at desks with more of those obnoxious boxes. Interesting. The lady sitting across from him in front of one of those boxes was exceptionally pretty, he decided. Maybe he would be able to convince her to be his mistress, since actually dating her was out of the question.

"So Mr. Malfoy, do you have any thoughts on what you want to do?" She smacked her gum as if bored. Man, was he really liking this woman.

Well, what to do? What would he do in the wizarding world? Hmmm†Death eater wasn't an option here. Quidditch? He had heard of similar games in the muggle world. That would be an option, but he just couldn't think of any of their names. Well, they all had to do with brooms right?

"Anything that has to do with a broomstick would be just fine with me."

The woman smiled and rose both eyebrows, not looking directly at him. Instead she ran her hands over a device and was focusing on the screen of her box. "Something with a broom huh." She shook her head, letting the shiny brown hair swish against her cheeks, before clearing her throat. "What is your past experience, education?"

"Just left Hogwarts last year." There was a note of bitterness in his voice.

"Just graduated year 12." She said it more to herself than to him as she clicked away at the device. "Well Mr. Malfoy I've found the perfect job for you, right up your alley."

"Really?" He smirked.

"Yes."

"What is it?"

"How does being a janitor sound to you? A new positions just opened up at one of the schools. They're very hard to come by since they're so popular."

"Sounds powerful."

"Yes. You'll be able to man handle that broomstick of yours anytime you like." Her shoulders moved as she said that rather sarcastically. "Do you want it?"

"Absolutely." With his affirmative she took out a thick stack of papers and pointed out the spaces she needed for him to sign, which he did gladly.

As he passed back the signed paper he leaned forwards to whisper into her ear. Her expression did not change but she did proceed to speak rather loudly. "Mr. Malfoy, I may be pretty but I am not going to be taken advantage of. Your time is up."

Ginny was sitting on the couch attempting to read in between screaming at the alarm clock in frustration. It had gone off around noon and just kept on beeping. Hermione's suggestions weren't helping either. 'Press the off button.' What the hell was the off button? She had pressed all the buttons on the god blasted thing and it still wouldn't shut up. She was half tempted to smash the thing on the floor, just like the blender, but she wasn't willing to pay for another mistreated item.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LUNATIC!" She screamed at it from the couch, unwilling to move. In the living room it wasn't as loud, but it was still very annoying.

"Hello to you too." The door just clicked open revealing a smirkey Malfoy.

"I'm not speaking to you." She muttered.

"Not even to insult me?"

"No." She flipped to the next page, and raised it higher so that her whole head was hidden.

For a few moments she was able to read in silence before a pair of fingers pushed down its center, crumpling the light graying paper.

"What are you reading?"

Without saying anything she folded it back so that he could see the words "The Guardian." Then she turned away so that her back was facing him.

He snorted.

Suddenly she felt a pressure on her abdomen, and she could hardly breathe. "GET YOUR FUCKING ARSE OFF ME! I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHERE THAT THING'S BEEN!" She shrieked

With sudden adrenaline she shoved him off so hard that his skull nearly collided with the table. While he was still on the floor she stormed off still holding the newspaper, and disappeared into the hallway. She knew exactly what she was going to do, and she should've done it this morning, or even last night, it was all Lisa's fault for getting her so messed up.

"Hermione! Hermione, open up. It's Ginny." She rapped on the door until the bushy haired woman opened it.

Hermione was looking a little more strained than usual, which stopped Ginny momentarily from banging on and on about what a dick Malfoy was being. As soon as that look had shown itself it went away, which confirmed Ginny's suspicions that something was really wrong, but it really wasn't any of her business, so she didn't ask. Not yet anyway.

"What is it Ginny? Something wrong?"

"Can I come in so that I don't make a scene in the hallway?"

Hermione paused for a second. It was obvious that she didn't want Ginny in her apartment. Something top secret was going on. Damnit, Ginny really didn't feel like behaving properly right now. She wanted to scream and get the bastard away from her now. But apparently she was 'supposed' to be a good girl, so she tried to contain herself before she continued.

"Last night Draco's apartment flooded so his ass has decided to take up residence in mine. Can you PLEASE tell him to fuck off? I don't care what you do. Just- I don't want him in my apartment because he is a double wanker who likes to attack me at the most inopportune times. I swear I will murder him in his sleep if he does anything else to piss me off. No, not in his sleep. Okay? Understand my drift?"

Hermione sighed and leaned against the door frame, rubbing her eyes with her hand. Totally uncharacteristic of her. Normally she would jump at the chance to be a bitch to Malfoy.

"Gin, I can't do anything now. Tomorrow I have to leave for-for-"

"Ministry stuff."

"Yeah."

Ginny was pissed off. Now she would be left alone with a mad man in her apartment and as much as she hated Hermione at least she knew her well enough. It would be weird to be alone in a strange city with a group of people she hardly knew. The German dudes? They really scared her. What if they attempted to become serial killers or something? What if they decided to kill her? You never know what they might be plotting in their German talkathons.

"Am I allowed to kill him?" She said sarcastically.

"No. But I am going to leave you to make sure that everyone stays in line, so I guess its good that you're staying with Draco, because he seems like one of the prime trouble makers."

"Damnit."

"It's okay I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Don't blame me if he's dead when you come back." Ginny muttered sullenly.

All Hermione did was laugh. "I won't, but hold off those killing urges of yours as long as you can. I want to do it myself. You can do anything else to him you like though."

A grin slowly stretched across Ginny's face. This was definitely going to be fun. She turned to walk away before remembering one last thing. "Hermione? Before you leave can you turn that thing off?"

There was a loud crash from the bedroom and then a victorious Ginny emerged with the comforter and a pillow. There was a very big smile on her face as she set up the pillow and blanket on the couch.

"YOU BITCH GIVE ME THE DAMN BLANKET BACK!" Came the loud scream.

Ginny only smiled bigger and climbed into her bedding arrangements. Hey, if he was making her miserable by taking the bed she was going to take the damn blanket. And she knew that he wasn't going to come after it because he wasn't going to expose himself to a mere Weasley. She rolled over and fell into a deep sleep.

Alise Devay: Hey! Hope you get into ISA Next week and are sick on Monday and never ever have to do lame homework every again. P.S. More fights!

Ex Driver Liz: I like his face too much to make him get a new one. But the blender? Yes. Oh, yes.