Summary-Ginny Weasley needs a job...Desperately! When Draco Malfoy offers one that's hard to refuse, she accepts it reluctantly! Fate intervenes and she finds herself drawn towards her ferret of a boss! But what happens when you're worst enemy becomes your savior in time of crisis? What happens when all that stands between you and your death is someone you wouldn't trust your life with? Can Ginny fall in love with a man she hates?

Disclaimer- I do not even ever dream of owning these characters. They're Jk's and that train ride's that inspired her to come with them.

"Are you sure you checked everywhere for her?" asked Hermione, her hand still rested on her chest. She looked around suspiciously, confident that her husband was only joking.

"I'm telling you. She isn't anywhere around," he said, turning to her. She immediately regretted her words as she saw the worry in his eyes. "It alright Ron, lets go get Richard first," she said softly, taking her husband's hand.

"Get Richard for what?" came an amused voice from behind them. Both the worried figures turned to see Richard standing in the hallway, trying to look over their shoulders, inside Ginny's room. The looked at him in utter shock, as he gave them another grin. "Are you guys alright?" he asked.

"Ginny- she she" stammered Ron. As soon her name was said out loud, Richard's eyes filled with worry. "What happened to Ginny?" he asked his amusement fast disappearing as the gravity of the situation sunk in.

"She's missing," said Hermione before promptly bursting into tears.

Draco Malfoy sat up as he heard a voices coming from outside his room. He groaned, why couldn't they let him have his peace? He grabbed the nearest pillow and covered his head with it, in a vain attempt to block out the very loud sobs that seem to echo through the entire Hotel.

In normal circumstances Draco Malfoy would have put a silencing charm on the room and promptly gone back to sleep. But these were no normal circumstances and that voice was not coming from any random room. It was coming from the room right across of him. Ginny's room.

He sat up, straining to hear the conversation on the other end. Was it another one of those stalker attacks? Was she alright? As all these questions ran through his head, he unconsciously got off the bed and moved towards the door. He had to find out.

"Alright, relax. Tell me exactly everything," said Richard his voice cracking slightly. Ron looked at his distressed wife mutely and continued with the story.

"She didn't want to come with us for the Safari. She said she was going to just relax on the beach," said Ron, his hands trying to comfort his wife. "She looked absolutely fine in the morning..." his voice trailed off as he recalled the stalker and his threat.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" he shouted, "The stalker, moine!" said Ron now clearly beyond the emotion of panicked.

Hermione eyes rounded in fear as she looked wildly around. "Richard, you have to help us find her. She said she didn't want to come because she wanted to stay away from us, from you, from everybody. But you don't see, she is in grave danger," said moine softly, explaining the details of the previous few days to the worried man before her.

Ginny Weasley was missing. Oh good lord! Draco banged his head against the door. The sudden noise brought the attention of everybody in the hallway to him. And there were a good few people.

"Um...Hello!" he said softly. When nobody replied, her sneered at the patrons, who dressed in their night wear, were shaking their head annoyingly at Ron Hermione and Richard. "Don't you people have better things to do?" he asked. They quickly went back in, muttering about hysterical fools on their way in.

Draco cursed silently and approached Hermione. "What happened?" he asked in what he was probably his most kind voice. Her head snapped up and her eyes filled with fresh tears. She merely shook her head, muttering 'Poor Ginny'. Suddenly he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Richard eyeing him with apparent suspicion and curiosity. "Who are you?" he asked softly, but Draco made out the undercurrent of threat.

"He's Draco Malfoy, Ginny works for his company," said Ron darkly eyeing Draco in quite the same way as Richard. "What are you doing here anyways Malfoy?" he asked. "Aren't you supposed to be making big bucks and plotting ways to kill muggle borns," said Ron. Hermione gave a small gasp and her hand reached out to Ron's. She shook her head at him.

"Did you see her in the entire day?" she asked her voice shaking. Draco nodded his head. "What happened?" he asked, worried about his - employee. But was she merely his employee? Well now was not the time to wonder about that.

"She hasn't been seen around since this afternoon," said Hermione. Ron looked confused. His eyes went from Hermione's to Draco's. "Is there something I do not understand here?" he asked. "Apparently you aren't the only one," said Richard and turned to Draco. "You said you saw her today. What time do you think it was?" he asked.

Draco ignored both of them and turned towards Hermione. "I think I was too hard on her," he said bending before her, so that his eyes were level with hers. "She does trust you more than us right now, I even think she likes you," said Hermione softly so that the other two men couldn't hear her. "The question is, do you?" she asked wiping her eyes.

Did he? Yes he enjoyed her company. He liked to look at her work. He liked the way she bit her lip when she was nervous. Her smile seemed to light up the entire room, but could he, Draco Malfoy, self proclaimed Casanova and the Slytherin king like a Weasley? He turned towards Hermione and gave her a look that said a lot.

"We have to go find her," said Richard impatiently. "Well ofcourse we have to go find her," said Ron and then turned towards Draco. "Where was the last time you saw her?" he asked. Draco could see the effort it took Ron to be civil towards his worst enemy.

"She was on the beach," he said turning back to the other two men. "But I doubt she still is on the beach," he said, thinking out loud.

"Well, she can't be in the same place all day, can she?" asked Ron as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Right. Let's split up and go find her," said Richard.

"I'll take the beach, Richard you go check the hotel and Malfoy ..." his voice trailed off.

"I'll go check the town for any sign of her," he said. Without waiting for a response he set off.

"Please sir; this is all I can give you. My car seems to have broken down and I am not carrying much cash," said Ginny trying desperately to convey her situation to the man who apparently spoke no English. She was reluctant to use the language conveying charm before the very muggle. "I want a room for the night," she said. He merely shook his head. Frustrated, Ginny gave out a loud cry.

She looked around and blushed as she saw the other people in the parlor turn and look at her curiously. "Doesn't anyone here speak English?" she asked to a room full of what she could only call small eyed people.

"I do," said a rich voice at the very back. She recognized that voice. OH my God! She groaned, would she never escape him? "What exactly are you doing here," she said before turning to see a soaking Draco Malfoy make his way towards the man who sat behind the counter.

"Your brother and sister-in-law were worried about you. They created a fuss in the middle of the hallway and well, I offered to help find you," he said before turning to the same man she had been trying to communicate with since the past three quarters of an hour. He smiled at the man and said something in what she could only guess was the native language. Wait a minute, How did Draco Malfoy know their language? She didn't realize that she had wondered out loud until Draco turned to her and said in a low conspirative voice, "I took lessons when I was four. My nanny was from this part of the world," he said before turning back to the man.

"Figures," she said softly, before rubbing her cold and wet hands together to get some warmth into them. He turned to look at her and quickly removed his own jacket and offered it to her. She glared at,"This one is wet too," she said. He realized it himself and smiled sheepishly, before casually throwing it over his shoulder. She frowned before realizing that the lack of a jacket leaved him with only a shirt. And what a shirt it was! The white body fitting material did just that, body fit. She giggled as she saw the old man's wife stare at Draco's chest.

Draco Malfoy turned briefly to her, before holding up two fingers. She understood this part. He was asking to for two rooms. She turned to find the man shaking his head. He held up only a single finger and her heart sank. She was going to share a room with Draco Malfoy.

"I absolutely refuse," said Ginny Weasley as she crossed her arms in front of her ,digging her heels in the carpet the ran over the expanse of the lobby of the small ,run down hotel that they were staying at. Her nose was turned up, her eyes set. She opened her mouth to give Draco Malfoy a piece of her mind, but stopped as she saw a nerve at the base of his throat twitch. He was one angry man right now.

Draco Malfoy turned to her and merely narrowed his eyes at her battle posture. His annoyance gave new strength to Ginny, as she returned the glare. Draco merely furrowed his brows in annoyance.

"Do I have to carry you all the way to the room, or will you give in gracefully and behave like the thirty year old woman that you are?" he asked with a small strained smile. Ginny eyes widened as she rushed forward. "Shh……" she said before planting her hand firmly on her boss lips. And what lips they were.

Even though she had been angry, in her haste to shut Draco up, she hadn't given a thought to the consequences of her actions. Thus she was standing very close to Draco, so close that she could feel his warm breath on her face, as her fingers unconsciously caressed his lips. He raised a hand to cover hers and a small sigh escaped her lips.

Too caught up in the moment neither one of them realized that they were in the lobby of the hotel. As a passing attendant gave a small cough, they broke apart. An odd kind of uneasy silence fell upon the place. Draco cleared his throat loudly.

"Don't say my age out loud," said Ginny, before burying her burning face in her hands. Draco's face broke into an amused grin, as he pecked on her cheek, before continuing his journey down the hall towards their room.

Draco Malfoy sighed loudly as Ginny stopped once again. Honestly did the woman have something against walking or did she enjoy annoying him in general. He was ready to bet that the second choice was more apt.

"Now what?" he asked not enjoying the situation. He was drenched and so was his precious hair. And the cheap air conditioning was making it stand at odd angles. Not even the best potion would repair the damage if his hair wasn't washed this instant. Vanity was a serious issue for the Malfoy's.

Besides his previous headache was back with a bang, and every sound that fell on his ears was echoing. "Couldn't you wait until we reach the room?" he asked, his misery quite evident in his voice. He needed some rest, a shower and some hot chocolate. The woman was seriously driving him nuts.

Ginny bit her lips, as Draco realized that the Weasley woman had no heart, she wouldn't control that tongue of hers. Thus with another one of his sigh's, he turned completely towards her, and waited for the questions. He'd be damned before a Malfoy asked a Weasley for some headache relief.

Ginny could feel his discomfort, and felt slightly guilty. But her questions couldn't wait and if she were made to wait, she would forget those questions. Funny though it sounded, it was a problem that had been there with her for as long as she could remember. She didn't realize that Draco was waiting for her questions until he cleared his throat loudly.

"oh!" she blushed." why are you here?" she asked, looking up to meet his eyes.

Draco felt like hitting his head on the wall nearby. Wasn't she listening when he had been speaking before? He felt tempted to lie and tell her that he enjoyed getting wet in the rain and then sharing rooms with his employee's, but he knew that it wouldn't get him anywhere. He thus looked straight into her eyes, "you already know about the part where Ron and Hermione were creating much of a fuss in the middle of the hallway," he said. She waved it off and encouraged him to continue.

"Look Ginny, I don't really know why I bothered to help find you. I mean you barely know me, forget trust me. You think I'm a lying scoundrel who knows not better than to cheat on my fiancé with one of my employee's, but I'm not that. I'm not the same man who went around calling people names with total disregard for their feelings. I've changed, and you're one of the main reasons for that. Being around you makes me want to be a good man. I feel like I'm free, as if I'm soaring in the sky"

"When I'm with you I smile more often. It's like I'm a totally different person. Don't you feel this odd kind of connection we seem to have? I don't know what it is, I doubt I ever will. I've hated everybody you're associated to, Ron, Potter and your family, but somehow I can't manage to hate you. I've tried, believe me I have, but it just doesn't work that way. I can't stand to be in the same room as you and not touch you. Believe me being this restrained around you takes a humungous amount of energy out of my, but I try for your sake. This is so weird, it doesn't make any sense," he said his brows furrowed in a frown.

"Do you love me?" asked Ginny. Even to her own ears it sounded fake and cheesy, but she wanted to get some things straight. She was ready to consider having a relationship with Draco, Merlin knew she wanted to. That was all she'd thought about. But she wanted to know if it would be possible for her to fall in love with this man and have him reciprocate her feelings. She knew he wasn't easy to love, but she would learn, eventually.

Draco winced slightly. Love, did he love her? "I don't think its love, more of an attraction," he said in defeat. It was all over, she would never understand his need for having this relationship. This thing was not easy to define, and at this moment Draco didn't want to define it either, but if LOVE was what Ginny wanted, then he wouldn't lie to her.

She stiffened. He didn't love her. Merlin, she smiled. "You're attracted to me?" she asked. He turned to her. She wasn't angry. His face split into a grin. "Can we move now?" he asked. She nodded, and they set of again.