Still don't own HP. Sorry. I'll try harder next time.

The door slid open unnaturally slow, as if even the elevator knew it shouldn't be on this floor.

The fifteenth and one-third floor of the Ministry of Magic was dedicated to the Department of Dark Magical Affairs. Most people didn't know where it was kept, and the ones that did just referred to it as 'The wicked witch department'. But never to any of it's employee's faces of course.

Being a Sunday, with Hermione having the sucker job of being the only one working that day, she was the only one to notice the silent alarm of someone coming up to the floor at a non-designated time. More importantly, she was the only one at the elevator when it opened, wand at the ready, 'just in case' someone decided to pay them a little visit. Usually with automatic weapons.

Imagine her surprise and disappointment when it was only Ginny, holding a pile of clothing, someone else's wand, and a little blond rodent.

"Oh Ginny, now why did you go and do that? In public even." Hermione sheathed her wand back into her robes, shaking her head softly at the least subtle member of their group.

"Well, Luna was decent at transfiguration, but no animagus. I would have done cat, but they have claws, so I'll have work her back up to that later." Ginny smiled, slipping the little rat into a cage left sitting at the front desk for just such an event, closing it shut and scooping it into one of her pockets. "I like cats..."

"Not 'why did you do that' specifically, 'why did you do it' in general?" Hermione had gotten used to Ginny avoiding questions through word play. While it worked with her older brothers...

"Oh, there was a dark agent following her, while trying to get to me. The only way to be sure he didn't go after her or her father was to arrest Luna."

Hermione looked at Ginny, really looked at her. The story was good enough for her brother to believe, but Ron was glamored and magically whammied most of the time. Harry could check and see if it was real easily, but probably wouldn't care anyhow. Neville wouldn't ask, and Draco didn't question anything any more...

Of course, she then realized she didn't really care all that much either.

Shrugging, she continued, "So, are you going to keep questioning Percy today?"

Ginny's eyes sparkled, "Oh! Can I? I just know I can make him talk soon!"

Which was funny to Hermione, because not a week ago, she watched Ginny sew his mouth shut, so he would quote: 'Stop screaming like a little girl' every time she broke one of his ribs.

Hermione, being the second in command, gave the appearance of thinking although she had already made her decision, "No... No, we should let him heal up a bit today. You just enjoy your day off."

She said that partially to actually let him heal up. But partially just to hear Ginny's girlish squeal and see her little pout before she ran back to her quarters with her new little pet. Ginny was so cute when she was being evil. Just like a small child on Christmas

"Anything happen today?" Harry was flipping through meaningless documents and interoffice mail as he entered the 15th 1/3 floor, a long day of slow and steady drinking put behind him by this time late Sunday (or is it early Monday, it's hard to tell at about twice the legal limit).

"No, pretty calm." Hermione stopped and thought for a second, "Oh yeah, Ginny kidnapped Luna finally."

Harry stopped long enough to peak his eyebrow a bit, "Oh? What's her cover story?"

"The one for the public: Infractions of Protection of Muggles act. For us? Luna was being followed."

Harry just nodded, giving something of a grunt. Really, it wasn't too unusual with the way Ginny was acting. Of course, if any of the statements were true, it still didn't matter in the long run.