A pile of clothes lay on top of Ginny's bed.

Moving to this new country took a lot of work.

First, she had to look up her family tree.

And then, find out she had a very distant aunt living in the U.S.

And then, she had to call up that aunt and tell her she was related to her.

And then, she had to tell her parents.

That was the hardest part.

"WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU, GINNY? WHY DO YOU WANT TO LEAVE ME? DO YOU WANT A COOKIE? IS IT BECAUSE I DIDN'T LET YOU GO OVER TO YOUR FRIEND'S HOUSE? IS THAT IT?"

"No."

"I CANNOT HAVE YOU LEAVE THIS HOUSE ALREADY, LOVE! YOU'RE ONLY A LITTLE GIRL…"

"Mom… I'm eighteen."

"Right."

"This is a good learning experience, mom."

"Are you sure you're not just leaving because you don't like us?"

"Of course not!"

"Well… I guess a year or two won't hurt, would it?"

"No, mother. And I'll be visiting for all the holidays!"

"Oh, good, oh good. Well, I guess I can't do much. You ARE an adult."

When she arrived at the United States, she was met by her aging aunt. Apparently, she had thought her entire family tree had been eaten up by a giant grasshopper, so she was overwhelmed to find Ginny.

She was one rich aunt.

Well, she wasn't filthy rich, but she was old and she was single (no surprises there) and she had quite a savings.

The house was decorated with bananas for, as Aunt Weasley said, grasshoppers were terrified of anything yellow. Her aunt only wore yellow clothing and ate fifteen bananas a day, for hope that she would turn yellow herself one day.

Luckily, she didn't have anything already bought for Ginny, so, when she learned that Ginny had only robes and a few old tattered clothes, she gave her a wad of money (highlighted with a yellow highlighter) and told her to make the best of herself.

She hadn't seen her aunt since then.

Probably off in the meadows, catching grasshoppers.

So, Ginny went off to find a job. Any job.

That was the thrill of this- to find any job but still live in a house and be fed. She now knew what Draco Malfoy had felt like all his days.

And then, that was when she had applied for the job at the toy company for the kicks of it in her every day clothes.

She was bored.

And when she had gotten that phone call just a few hours ago, she was captivated that she didn't have to work at McDonalds.

But… dinner with the boss? That was a bit too extreme for her.

But maybe that was business in America.

Now, Ginny stood in front of her closet.

Should she go casual, fancy, proper, old fashioned, prim, exotic, sexy, or seductive?

She had spent two hours just to find the perfect outfit.

That was a new record.

She had tried turtlenecks, strapless dresses, sweaters, silk, etc and etc.

And then, it became seven pm.

With a great gasp, Ginny spun around in front of the mirror to make sure she was actually wearing something, and then ran out.

Her choice of clothes was satisfactory. They were a bit too casual for her taste, but casual was all the boss had seen of her. She had a dark brown laced camisole under a bright green knit shirt. She had chosen a pair of light blue jeans, that didn't particularly match with the top, but in this situation, she really didn't care what the boss thought of her now.

Who WAS the boss, anyway?

And then, her hopes came crushing down when she saw the restaurant.

She mentally kicked herself. She should have known from the French name of the restaurant.

That was one fancy dancy diner. And Ginny Weasley was entering humbly in a pair of faded away jeans.

Damn vintage.

Sighing at her watch that still read that she was going to be late if she didn't get in now, she walked in, embarrassed into the restaurant. She stealthily spoke with the matire'd.

"I'm here to see my boss. I don't know his name."

"And your name… miss?"

"Ginny Weasley? Or… Ginevra Weasley."

The matire'd peered at her over his glasses.

"And… you're here to see the great D-"

"Yes she is, Rodney." The matire'd turned around to see a middle aged man with dusty blond hair.

"Hello, Miss Weasley. I believe we've talked on the phone? I'm Brad."

"Oh! Hey Brad!"

"I think… the boss would have liked for you to wear something fancier. He's in a small chat right now, so would you like to change?" Brad said, looking her up and down like the matire'd.

"Change?"

"Melinda!" Brad snapped his fingers really loud. Like Melinda was some sort of DOG.

"Yes, sir?" A petite girl with glasses came running out from the back door.

"Find this young lady something suitable to wear for the… boss."

"The Boss?"

"The boss."

"Oh gosh. This is going to be hard." Melinda uttered.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ginny asked.

"Never mind. Come follow me, miss." Melinda beckoned for her to come to the back door from where she had appeared.

The matire'd raised an eyebrow at Brad.

"The boss?"

"The boss."

"He has quite an eye."

"An eye is all he has, Rodney."

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The mysterious room turned out to be a storage room.

A storage room of CLOTHES.

Ginny awed at all the glamorous, Red Carpet Worthy dresses in front of her.

Melinda interrupted her day-dreaming.

"Do you even KNOW who you're about to meet?"

"Um… my boss?"

"Oh dear. Well, didn't it ever occur to you that you should wear something… more appealing, sexy, and proper? If you had gone in like this, he would have laughed at you and called you some sort of peasant."

"Peasant? That sounds like something only M-"

"HERE! I found the perfect dress for you! Try it on!"

Melinda held out a peach colored, thin, and light halter dress.

"Wear that? But it's only the boss…" Still, Ginny reluctantly took it and went into a small curtained room. A dressing room in the storage room. What kind of restaurant was this?

"You really don't know him?"

"Nobody told me his name."

"Well, if Brad hasn't told you yet, I guess it's supposed to be a secret. But let me tell you, he picks his employees by their looks. Although… I don't know how you… Never mind."

"What was that supposed to mean?'

"Nothing."

"Did you just…"

"No! Your looks are passable for him, but I don't know about your clothes…"

"Well… how did you… I mean… did he…"

"It's okay. People wonder about me too. But I was here since before the new boss came in. And I sort of stayed away from him so he hasn't really had the chance to fire me. If he got to know me, I guess I would have been fired."

"You're… Well, you're not that b-"

"Oh don't sweat it. I know I'm not gorgeous like some women who work at our company. But I don't care. I like my job and I don't plan on changing anything about me for it."

"Right."

"And- oh my gosh. Woman, I knew you were pretty, but you in a dress… Wow."

"What- is it that pretty?"

"Check yourself out." Melinda swung around a mirror.

Ginny gasped. She hasn't worn a dress for a while and at this moment, she seriously wondered why.

Her slim torso and arms were perfect for this design. Her straight and smooth tan legs were almost seen through the veily and very thin fabric. Her bright red hair seemed almost auburn compared to the light color of the dress, as her previously failed curls made a perfect mess.

"Shoes?"

"Hm?"

"Miss, I think you might want shoes to wear with this."

"Right."

She slipped into her high stilettos.

"I am positive you're mighty ready for dinner now."

"Thanks, Melinda."

"Any time. And remember. Eat properly, use your spoon, and let him eat before you touch your food. And don't get any meat like pork or chicken today. Get something fancy like pasta or fish. Wait for the fourth date to eat meat. It always works."

"Date?"

"What else did you think this was? Business meeting?"

"Yes."

"Well, you have a lot to learn. Good luck!" And Melinda pushed her in to the dimly lit restaurant.

Brad stopped his conversation with the matire'd and his jaw dropped.

The matire'd turned around too, and his jaw dropped.

The fish on the platter that was passing by dropped its jaw as well.

"Er… Brad? Ready to take me to the boss?"

"I'm sure ready to take you, miss." Brad murmured.

"Brad? To the boss? That's what I'm here for?"

"Right. Right!" Brad got his senses as he held out his arm.

"Ready?"

"I was born ready." Ginny muttered.

"Right."

"Right."

"Well, here you go miss."

He led her to a small corner table.

A table for two.

Melinda was right. This was definitely a date.

A menu hid the face of her new boss.

Ginny cleared her throat.

"Well, well… I see my new… employee has decided to join me for dinner… am I right, Weasley?"

She could have recognized that voice from a million miles.

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Draco smirked.

In front of him was the most attractive woman he'd seen so far and her face was covered in her hands and she was murmuring some gibberish.

He knew she would look outstanding in a dress.

He'd seen her enter in, in her jeans and shirt. And then, he had given the signal to Brad to tell her to change. She was taken into the dressing room he had ordered for her for just that day and had brought Melinda to change her.

Well, what kind of restaurant had a dressing room?

With an extra hundred dollars, he transformed the storage room into a dressing room.

And for Melinda? Well, she was honored to be even noticed by him. She wasn't pretty, but she was certainly a worker and even though she thought she only stayed in the company because she was never noticed, she was one of the very few Draco had kept for their good work.

Come on, Draco wasn't THAT shallow.

"What would the lovely couple like to eat tonight?" A waiter came by with his little notebook thing.

"Why, I would like the Fettuccini Alfredo with a side of fried calamari and the sweet butter sauce. I'm not sure about my date, however…"

"I'll have… the… food."

"And from that… what would you like?"

"The… seafood pasta."

"And would you like a side of mashed potatoes or the calamari?"

"Either one."

"Right this way. Any drinks?"

"Red wine for the occasion, Tom." Draco added gleefully.

"What occasion is it, Malfoy?" Ginny hissed.

"I see our dear worker has finally unveiled her face to me."

"I'm serious Malfoy. What the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see the woman I hired today. Is that a problem?"

"YES!"

"Why so?"

"You make me wear this skimpy little dress and then you ask me to dinner, and you're just a stupid MALFOY!"

"You look lovely today, hon."

"Don't try to change the subject on me, git-brain."

"Terrific comeback."

"What brings you to the muggle world you hate so much, anyway?"

"Oh, well, I've heard of the wonderful women here…"

"You whore."

"That's no way to speak to your boss."

"Oh… is it?" Ginny shot back as Tom, the waiter, came hopping back with the wine. She grabbed it from his hand and gulped it down.

Two can play this game, Malfoy.

"Well, Draco, I'm sure glad you chose me of all the applicants." Ginny whispered, twirling her hair around her finger.

Draco raised an eyebrow. It had only been five minutes since they met and already, she had figured out what really got to him. Women had always thought he was hard to stir up, so they tried many different seducing methods and failed to use the one that worked the most.

"Well… yes. It was my pleasure."

"Oh, I'm sure it'll be your… pleasure." She grinned.

"Yes… I hope it is yours too."

"So… tell me. What was the main reason for this dinner?"

"Isn't it obvious? I wanted to get to… know you better?"

"Here? Or elsewhere?"

"Hm… both, I suppose."

She laughed. She leaned into his face.

"What if I don't want to go elsewhere later tonight?"

"Trust me, babe. You will."

"But what if I want to go elsewhere… now?" She whispered in his ear huskily.

She was good. Draco had to admit it. And to think that in the beginning, he had thought he would win the game. He was losing already and the food wasn't even there yet.

Ginny stole his trademark smirk as she leaned back in her chair.

Twenty points to the Weasley.

Tom came back with the pasta.

Ginny smiled sweetly at Tom, took her fork, wrapped the creamy white pasta around the fork, and slowly, ever so sexily, pulled it off the metal prongs.

Something irked beneath Draco's skin.

Damn, she was VERY good.

"Excuse me, miss, while I use the restroom."

Licking the sauce off her lips, she nodded and waved.

As soon as his shadow disappeared in to the men's room, she stuffed five forkfuls of the pasta into her mouth, grabbed her purse and ran out. And then, she walked into Brad. She gasped and swallowed the last bits of her seafood pasta.

"Miss Weasley? Where are you going?"

"Uh… I have to go."

"Does Mr. Malfoy know you're leaving?"

"Uh… no?"

"I'm afraid I can't let you go then."

"B-rad… Please? Just this once."

"I'm sorry."

She sighed. Then, she grabbed his face and kissed him deeply and passionately and in a fury at the door.

"Tell the boss I'll see him Monday, okay, darling?"

Brad nodded.

And with that, she ran with the silver stilettos clicking away behind her.

"You know you're getting screwed by Draco, right?"

Brad nodded at the matire'd.

"For letting her go…"

Brad nodded.

"And for getting a kiss from that woman."

Brad nodded.

"Man, I ain't staying for this. This is going to be ugly."

Brad nodded.

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Get your act together, Draco. You cannot lose now. You cannot lose now. She's the little weasel. She's the little muggle-lover.

Tomatoes, airplanes, grass, metal, candy, cd, photos.

Okay. All gone.

She had overwhelmed him. To think he thought she was just a little weasel.

He was losing it.

He had never lost a game a seduction before.

He slapped his face with icy cold water.

Okay. He was going to march in there and make her succumb to him.

With one last confident breath, he pushed open the door and strolled over to his… empty table.

"Braaaaaaaaad?"

"Y-y-yes sir?"

"What just happened? Where is Miss Weasley?"

"She- er… had an emergency, sir."

"And you let her go?"

"Yes, sir."

"She walked out on me?"

"Y-yes sir."

"And she kissed Brad on the way too, sir." The matire'd piped up from the back.

"SHUT UP, RODNEY." The two men cried out to the matire'd at once.

"I can't believe she just left! And YOU LET HER GO?"

"Why- yes sir. She- she- she… er… seduced me."

"Right."

That was the first time someone had actually left Draco.

Tonight was a night of many firsts.

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See how I tied everything in? Draco had always wanted to be left alone and someone actually did leave him! Muahaha. I'm amazing. Haha- just kidding.

I hope this wasn't confusing as well.

Have a jolly day.