After a long (and mentally violent) night, Ginny was curled up comfortably on the couch, which she was still stuck in since Draco refused to give up the bed and Ginny would not reduce herself to sleeping in the same bed as him. It was simply a matter of moral principle, and that was one that would never be crossed… ever. Although really it had more to do with the fact that he was an asshole than anything else. Anyway, the couch wasn't that bad. Sure, it was a little firm for her taste, and much smaller than she would've preferred, but the addition of the stolen comforter and pillow made it surprisingly cozy. Of course, as soon as the unwelcome guest was kicked out the couch would be returned to its original state of entertainment use.

It was nearly noon, but that was no incentive for Ginny to start moving. The fact that the cartoons had long since been off the air did nothing to her energy state either. For the first time since she'd been there she had the apartment all to herself, and that was cause for celebration. Well, it would be except she knew that he'd be back, and that made her go down in the slumps again. Stupid bugger. Why couldn't he annoy someone else? Even locking the door couldn't keep him away, somehow within the day that he'd been there he'd gotten his hands on keys to the room. Again, stupid stupid bugger. Ginny could feel her fingers practically crawling like bugs with the undying desire to feel them close around his throat.

Oh well, now he had a job, so hopefully she wouldn't see him until night, which was perfectly fine with her. As perfectly fine as a horrible situation could be. She couldn't even remember what he was doing. What she did remember was this; all night he had been making a racket. He had been running around with what looked like a toy broomstick stuck between his legs, except it was much flatter than it should've been, and whooping about celebrities and such running around the apartment. This had been annoying by itself, but Ginny had just attempted to ignore him, that is, until he had practically run into the couch and fell on top of her, at which point she had taken her pillow and smothered him all the way into the bedroom and blocked him inside. Thinking back on it made her wonder if somehow he had snuck some of the famous Wizard Ale with him for the trip. He was a weirdo for sure, but even someone mentally challenged couldn't have acted so strange.

Locking him in the bedroom had been a mistake though, because when 6 rolled around he was banging on the door so hard Ginny swore she saw the frame shake. That was surprising. He looked like a weakling, with that pale skin and skinny frame. It was nice to know that he wasn't a complete lazy ass. Actually, no, she didn't care. Ginny shook her head, as if ridding herself of a particularly unpleasant thought. She was just glad that he wouldn't be in the same room as her for a whole day. 'Let's leave it at that,' she thought to herself.

The door attached to the hallway began to get some friendly attention. The knocking only made Ginny sink down between the cushions and pull the covers over her head. It had better not be bubble boy.

"Bugger Off!"

"Oh, that's a nice thing to say. Let me in."

The lack of action within caused another round of knocking.

"Ginny it's Lisa, I don't take shit well, so open this goddamn door."

"BUGGER OFF!"

"I will not bugger off, I'm camping out right here and I'm not moving." The door banged against the frame, like someone was leaning against it.

Ginny wasn't really sure why she was being such a bitch, but she was sure she had a right to be. It was her bloody apartment anyway. She didn't have to let in anyone she didn't want to.

"Well, I don't want to talk to you so you're wasting your bloody time."

"Is this you being straight forward about not wanting to know me or do you actually have a reason to your idiocy?"

"I'm mad at you."

"Really? I wasn't sure." The sarcasm was so thick it could've been used as mortar. Why did the stupid American have to be so fucking persistent? "Why the fuck are you mad at me?"

Why was she mad at her? Oh yeah.

"It's all your fault! If you hadn't made me go to that stupid… thing…. The lunatic wouldn't have holed up in my apartment! I am holding you responsible for my pain, so BUGGER OFF!"

"Pain? It's painful to get to see his six packs everyday? Let me tell you, I have had a hangover for the past two days, don't complain about your pain unless it actually compares.

Hangover? That meant- Oh no, must resist. Lisa had to learn the extent of her pain. She couldn't be forgiven, but maybe if she had just a little- NO!

Ginny was struggling to stop herself from opening the door and asking for just a little Wizard Ale. It'd been such a long time, and this was definitely a time of need. Well maybe it was okay to give in this time, but next time, next time she would be a woman of steel. She would!

With a groan and maybe just a little hop of excitement she dragged herself over to the door. Ginny didn't even bother to pull the door out with the chain first, she just unlocked the door and tugged it open. The other redhead gave her a hard look, and yet it was hardly one that held a grudge. It was like Lisa knew that Ginny had been a bad girl but she would learn her lesson.

"Ah, finally."

"What do you want?" Ginny decided it would be better to pretend to be interested in Lisa, not in the Wizard Ale, even though it was complete agony to hold out.

"Well, I don't know, I just thought it would be nice to ask if you wanted to do something. You're looking a bit pale."

"I'm always pale, and anyway it's not like you need sun either, you're too dark. Can't you take out one of your other bloody American friends?"

"You're much more fun, I haven't heard all your insults yet. Whereas my fellow Americans," she wrinkled her nose, "well, it's like the originality in their brains has just been zapped. I can't talk to zombies now can I?" She had an expression very close to a smile, but it wasn't one of happiness, it was one of satisfaction. After all, she had won, at least for now.

"No, they're not very fun to talk to. They just moan and limp about a bit. It isn't very exciting, except when they try to bit you."

"See? We understand each other perfectly well. You're coming with me, right now… well…" Lisa stopped and took a look at Ginny's borderline oily hair. It was rather disgusting. The look on her face seemed to say 'change of plans'. "Ginny, while I know you love the grunge look you are not going out until you've taken a shower."

The long white fingers of Ginny's hand crept up to feel her hairline. It was rather oily, but she wasn't going anywhere near that shower. Ever since her old rival had taken up residence in the place the shower had become contaminated with- well, Ginny didn't really want to think about it. But as they say the shower is the most obvious place for certain activities and so it was to be avoided. At least she didn't smell that bad, not yet anyway. Maybe if she put her hair up and sprayed something on herself she would be okay.

While Ginny was contemplating her course of action, Lisa, being the impatient person she was, decided that this was taking way too much time. With a single push she managed to completely turn Ginny around and began to march her to the bathroom.

"No, Lisa… NO!" Ginny grabbed onto the frame of the door as Lisa attempted to push her inside, not that she was being very successful considering Ginny was much taller and stronger. "I don't even want to go, leave me alone."

Somehow while Ginny was attempting to turn around Lisa pushed her inside, causing Ginny to stumble at her temporary loss of stability.

"Fine, FINE! Just don't make me use that shower."

"What do you have another one in here?"

"No."

Lisa paused but not long enough to loose sight of her goal. "Well then-"

"Can I use yours?" Desperate to stay away from the contaminated area, Ginny had her eyes tightly shut with effort as she used her last resources. The pressure on her back was released suddenly. Surprised, she turned around to see a very resigned looking Lisa.

"Fine." Ah, this was good. A real shower! No more staring at the kitchen sink, trying to figure out how she was going to fit in it. She rose to her feet, and out of nowhere an arm whipped out and pushed her into the shower, turning the water on.

Shit. Double Shit. Bugger.

"So we're going out to the playing fields?"

Draco bounced along behind his supervisor, this was so exciting. Hello England! Meet superstar Draco Malfoy playing seeker for the Muggle division of Quidditch. Hmmm, well, except for the muggle part that sounded quite good. He was a little nervous though, not that he would ever admit it, but after all as his blonde bombshell father had always taught him first impressions were everything. He had to be on his best behavior, not to mention be very ready to impress. That was why he had worn his very best pants and boots with a very tiny heel that made him look taller. In his opinion those heels went the extra mile, plus he looked very official.

"Well, if you really want, but normally we don't bother with the playing fields, the damn kids have made a deal with us about them." Another thing to say about the other players here: they weren't very good looking. That would hurt the team; then again, it would make him look all the much better and that was a very good thing. Even the captain was an ugly little git. Supremely ugly. Draco made a gagging face.

"So we practice inside?"

They turned another corner. "We work inside. Well, first things first. We have to give you your uniform. Without it you won't be allowed to work, so never forget to bring it. The changing rooms are back there." The older man pressed a bag into Draco's chest.

In his excitement he took the bag and ripped it open like a Christmas present. The contents of the bag made him give a very perplexed look.

"Are these suits designed for different aerodynamics?"

"No, they're just suits. And don't forget to bring it with you. Okay, now let me give you a tour of the entire building…"

Draco stopped listening. His brain was still back on the playing fields part. They had given up the field to the kids? That was a completely stupid move, unless they had something really good inside. Like an indoor playing field. Hmmmm, actually that was quite nice, no more weather problems. Okay, so that was fine. And he could deal with their looks, as long as he didn't look at them and the journalists made sure to put him in the front for pictures. Maybe it would be best if they even darkened or blurred the team in the back. Well. It would be very interesting to see how the muggles worked out all the details of quidditch. Very interesting indeed…..

A/N Okay, now after practically a year I have finally posted another chapter. Yup, school was crazy, but it is now summer! Plus my creativity is back (temporarily), and I promised I would continue writing this. So here's my baby, and it would greatly appreciate reviews. grins

eX Driver Liz: Yup, Draco deserved to be brought down a peg or two, the arrogant little prig…