Chapter One

She's A Real Wild Thing

Ginny Weasley was a fire cracker, you could tell it from just looking at her vixenish face and flaming hair. Growing up with so many brother's had tempered her to go for what she wanted, or she'd get nothing. Maybe that's why I was having such a hard time keeping a handle on her. She was my charge, a very weird thing to say about a nineteen year old girl, but it was true.

Ginevra Weasley was very important to the ministry and they wanted her to be fully intact and act like a young lady of breeding. Unfortunately, she had no wish to be either and when Ginny got an idea into her head, you'd be hard pressed to stop her.

That's why I was busting into the woman's bathroom at Henry's Fish and Chips in Diagon Alley one afternoon. Ginny had been gone nearly fifteen minutes and I knew this meant trouble. We had been having lunch there, a normal enough day for us, when she'd said she needed the restroom. At that time I didn't sense anything was up, Ginny seemed sincere enough. But as the time wended down I began to worry.

I didn't know that much about females and their restroom habits, but it just seemed odd that she would be in there for so long. Once I had made up my mind what I need to do, I threw open the ladies's room door, without a second thought. How did I just know that Ginny would be in there with a man? Well she was notorious for being a brazen hussy, always trying to run away from me so she could give her fruits to some stranger.

That was my real great task, keeping her a virgin. In three months time she was supposed to wed Joseph Banks, a very important pureblood wizard. It was a political match that the ministry needed desperately if they were to keep power. Ginny was indifferent to the path laid out for her, she neither cared that she might ruin everything if she bedded some fellow, nor did she think about what her marriage to Joseph would mean. She hadn't even protested to the procured match, just shrugged and set her eyes on the waiter that had been bringing their drinks. I'd had to pull them off each other later.

It was the same this time. There she was, practically on top of some bloke, who had his hands up her shirt. I didn't bat an eyelid as I picked up Ginny and threw her over my shoulder.

"Play time is over, Ginny," I said casually as I hauled her out of the bathroom. I didn't set her down when we got outside though. Instead I carried her out to her seat and set her roughly in it.

If looks could kill I would certainly be buried ten feet under right then. I knew she wouldn't be happy with me for breaking up her little tryst, she never was, but she seemed particularly peeved today.

"Why'd you have to do that?" She said in a deadly calm voice.

"You know very well that you need to keep your virtue until your wedding," I said with a bored tone to my voice, this was all too routine for me to get too excited.

"I hate you," Ginny said venomously as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I know," I said cheekily, I couldn't help being infuriating towards her.

Draco Malfoy sat in the office of International Affairs Agent Brodey. He had just wrapped up a quick meeting with the chief and was waiting for Ginny to be led in by Mrs. Donahue the secretary. Ginny came in, looking murderous as she set eyes on Draco, but she smiled politely at Brodey and waited by the door.

"That's my cue to leave, thank you for you're time, Mr. Brodey," Draco said in his business-like tone. He got up and walked over to Ginny.

They left, Ginny walking purposely two feet away from Draco. She was mad at him again. This time for not letting her go to her friend Annette's house for an all night party. It would have been like sending a sheep into a pack of wolves, and Draco wasn't about to risk it. There would have been tons of boys and Draco was sure Ginny would pull her usual trick and take one of them up to an abandoned room.

Ginny scowled as Draco held the door open for her. He just smirked. He was a constant reminder that she was supposed to be a good girl, and she hated it and him. He had power over her, he was her keeper and she had to listen to what he said. He chuckled to himself this job had so many perks.

It was early evening and Ginny had made plans (after having them approved by Draco first) to have dinner with Angelina. She was in her bathroom, powdering her nose and the like. Draco stood in the door way watching her disinterestedly. Ginny looked at Draco out of the corner of her eye and with a little coy smile she lifted up the hem of her already short dress to fix her thigh high green fishnet stockings.

Draco couldn't help watching as she straighten her fishnets and smoothed her dress back down over her shapely legs. It was no wonder so many guys jumped at the chance to bed such a beautiful girl and that she was more than willing, sealed the deal. Draco turned away and ignored the thoughts of the girl behind him, who was smiling evilly at his back.

The next few weeks were almost uneventful. Draco and Ginny would attend dinners with ministry officials, go shopping, eat lunch with Ginny's friends and go to the spa. Draco was surprised when he didn't have to pull Ginny off any new unsuspecting blokes. She was almost acting like she was supposed to, and it made Draco's job so much easier.

It was the twenty-fourth of March and they were going to Ginny's parent's house. Draco was actually looking forward to it, because Mrs. Weasley was a very kind woman, and the last time they'd been there she'd made him delicious cookies.

For the event, Ginny was dressed in her most demure dress suit. It was black and tight, with a light pink silk shirt and pink high heels. She looked older than she was, and very business like. The outfit so wasn't her, yet she looked good in it, despite it being the polar opposite of what she'd usually wear. Draco was wearing his usual black dress robes and his shiny black shoes to match. Ginny looked him over as they walked up the steps to the Burrow.

Draco ignored her pointed stares and knocked on the door.

Mrs. Weasley threw open the door and smiled brightly at them.

"Come in, come in," She said cheerfully as Draco waited for Ginny to go in before he himself walked through the door.

"How have you been, Ginny, dear," Molly asked looking her only daughter over with an approving eye.

"Fine, mum," Ginny said hugging her and kissing her on the cheek.

Draco stood off to the side feeling a bit awkward.

"Draco, I made some cookies, just for you. They're lemon oatmeal. It's a new recipe I wanted to try out. You have to tell me what you think of them," Molly said turning towards him.

"That would be lovely, Mrs. Weasley," Draco said politely as she led him and Ginny into the kitchen.

Ginny whistled a soft short melody as she hung from the second story window of her home. An answering trill came from the tree sitting ten yards away. Ginny quickly climbed down the trellis, and into the waiting arms of a handsome young French wizard. Passionately they embraced each other, until the porch light of Ginny's house flicked on.

"I could hear you climbing about on the roof, you idiot," Draco called and Ginny swore under her breath.

"That's not very lady-like," Draco drawled as he strolled over to the two caught lovers.

Draco grabbed Ginny's arm and hauled her out of the arms of the startled wizard and started dragging her across the lawn back to the house.

"Va chez vous. Vite!" He shouted over his shoulder.

"Draco, let go of me," Ginny yelled and immediately the house next door's lights clicked on.

"Be quiet," Draco snapped.

Ginny closed her mouth at his tone. As much as she'd like to argue with him, she could tell by the extremely tight grip on her wrist and his set jaw, that Draco was not in the mood and would be volatile if pushed.

Draco stomped into the house, slamming the door behind him, and towing Ginny into the living room. Once there he tossed her into a chair as though she was a rag doll. Ginny's hair fell in her eyes and she looked up at him through her fiery locks, for once afraid what he might do to her. Draco paced back and forth for a moment, seemingly trying to melt some of his anger.

"What is wrong with you? You didn't seem that unhappy to be engaged to Mr. Weber, so why are you now trying to have your way with any man in the vicinity? You know your mother would be disappointed. Hell, I'd be disappointed, not surprised, but disappointed. You're so much better than that, Ginny," Draco finally said softly.

Ginny wished he would scream at her, hit her, or something, instead of this horrible softness that was making her feel guilty. Ginny put her ice cold fingers under her knee caps and leaned forward to look at the floor instead of Draco.

"Look at me," Draco demanded suddenly and Ginny's head flew up.

"You disgust me with your behavior. Most times you act like some common whore. What happened? I don't remember you being like this at school," Draco said coldly and Ginny's stomach pitted with hurt and anger at his words.

"If I'm such a whore and I go for any man around at the time, why haven't I made a move on you," Ginny asked sickly sweet.

Draco looked her over, he had nothing to say, because he was surprised by this turn of events. Of course, he thought of himself as extremely handsome, so why hadn't she charmed him?

"Cat got your tongue," Ginny asked triumphantly.

"Do you think I'd want you to come on to me? The way you act turns me off so thoroughly, I feel I'm being dipped in an ice chest."

"You lie. You're a man, and they're all the same," Ginny said glaring at him.

"Think what you want, Ginny," Draco said smirking at her which on served to make her insides burn with annoyance, at this arrogant jailer she had living with her.

"All I'd like to know is why you act the way you do," Draco said, but Ginny ignored him and instead got up from the chair and marched upstairs.

Behind her back Draco grinned, because once again he'd gotten under her skin.