AN: you know what? You guys RULE! I opened up my mailbox after one night and BOOM 11 reviews. Dude you guys rock. Hey, Soz about the Beta thing Cat hasn't been able to Beta yet but hey what can I say i'm impatient.

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Three

When Ginny got home she plonked down on the sofa and fell asleep. When she awoke she found her way to the kitchen to make herself something to eat. She moseyed over to the fridge and came face to face with a note scrawled neatly on a piece of parchment.

Gin,

Mike said he told you about the roomie ad, but you can't take his word for anything, so take a glance at the Prophet page 23. I know the whole Dean thing got a bit out of hand so we picked out the opposite of your type. He got in touch today and he is perfect –but out of your league (no offence) :)! Drake is moving in a week so we have cleared your quidditch stuff out the spare room Drake's room. Thanks a bunch for agreeing to the new roommate arrangement.

We're out for the night. There's pasta in the fridge.

Joyce x

P.s- was it you who used up all the shampoo!

That was fast, Ginny thought ripping the packaging of Matilda's magical home made pasta. Drake, hmmm…

Ginny whipped up her dinner and settled down for an early night thoughts of a wonderful day of work ahead of her.

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Ginny was skipping through a meadow the air was crisp yet sweet, the flowers were huge and every imaginable colour. The grass was long and tickled her bare legs. Someone was chasing her; it was Dean, Dean who she'd dumped because she thought he was cheating on her, he looked dreamy... He was laughing and calling out to her. He grabbed her around the waist and swung her around. Then he lent down to kiss her and his beautiful face merged into Draco Malfoy's and Ginny looked down and she was naked…

"AAHHHHHHHH!" Ginny screamed sitting bolt upright in bed.

Mike and Joyce burst into the room Mike was grasping a baseball bat.

"What? What is it!" Joyce yelled.

"I had a bad dream." Ginny said clutching her chest and making sure she was fully clothed.

The couple deflated and gave each other what was commonly known as the Dean look.

"I wasn't dreaming about him." Ginny mumbled, "it was just a dream."

"That it?" Mike said cautiously.

"Yes."

"We thought you were being raped or something." Joyce said as Mike lower the baseball bat.

"No, I'm fine."

"Good night Ginerva." Joyce said in a tired voice.

"Sorry." Ginny smiled meekly.

"Good night." Joyce repeated closing the door behind her.

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The small café in Diagon Ally was filling slowly on that Friday morning the air was thick with the smell of freshly cooked pastries and freshly brewed coffee. Ginerva Weasley clad in her waitressing outfit, minus her apron because she had already spilt two cups of coffee down herself, was already thinking about clearing silver tabletops and serving customers on their way to work.

"Good morning Mr Gonzalez." She grumbled as the man she served at the counter rummaged in his briefcase. "Usual?"

"Yes, make it snappy girl." He said tapping his feet impatiently.

Ginny sauntered off cursing him to herself… as usual.

"That'll be one knut and three stickles."

Mr Gonzalez grumbled something along the lines of 'crap service' threw the coins onto the counter picked up his coffee and left.

"Same old, same old." Ginny muttered as she strolled around the tables filling her tray with half drunk and empty cups of coffee she had been warned that if she didn't get a move on then she was going to need the local wizarding job centres (center's for all you American folk.) card. She had enough to worry about without getting fired from her stupid job.

Something caught Ginny's eye outside as she glanced out into the street while walking over to the last table, that something looked a lot like Dean. Unfortunately due to this she didn't notice someone coming in the opposite direction, they collided with her with a BANG. Cups flew, coffee spilt and Ginny ended up on her arse covered in the brown liquid.

"Sorry." came a man's voice, "I didn't mean to knock you over, and I didn't see you down there."

"Ow." Ginny said flicking a piece of hair out her face. "Ow."

The man began to gather up the shards of china, realising no spell could save them.

"Ginerva Molly Weasley!" her boss shrieked, "What. Have. You. Done!"

Mrs. Hand was a plump lady of around sixty-five. She had curly grey hair and was often described as the bossiest woman in the universe.

"Young lady I want an explanation."

Ginny didn't dare look up.

"I-" she began.

"It's my fault mam, I bumped into her. Please, don't worry I will pay for the damage I have caused."

Ginny slowly looked up, it was Draco Malfoy…

In all his gorgeous glory, Ginny thought.

Shut up brain.

"You!" she said, "I thought I got rid of you!"

"Think again." Draco smirked.

"Ahhh!" Ginny said launching herself at him.

Mrs Hand grabbed her.

"Ginerva!" she exclaimed, "that is not the sort of behaviour I expect from you! This kind gentleman is paying for the damage you inflicted on my china!"

"Gentleman?" Ginny cried hysterically, "You mean conceited pig!"

"How dare you, why-" Mrs Hand began spinning Ginny round.

"It's quite alright." Draco said butting in, "she is entitled to her own opinion of me. She deserves to be mad, infact I came in to apologise for actions yesterday what I said was immature."

"Yes but she doesn't have to publicise it. Ginerva has this thing about men, she was obsessed her last man was cheating on her, poor thing." Mrs Hand said curtly, "Ginerva the cost will come out of your salary and that's final!" and with a wish of her wand the tray and china disappeared and she marched off to yell at some customers.

Ginny was speechless, "How am I going to afford my rent?" she asked no one in particular.

"Ginerva I-"Draco started.

"Bog off!" Ginny snarled stomping past him. He noted her appealing charm.

Ginny continued to sneer and curse everyone and everything under her breath. While cleaning table five she noticed Draco Malfoy leave. Finally things looked like they were looking up, she strolled over to the table he'd left a note,

Sorry.

I hope this covers the costs.

D. Malfoy

Five galleons were placed on the note. Five galleons! That would cover the cost plenty.

That was nice, she thought and smiled, there must be a catch.

She bit one of the coins… nope it was real. She could tell by the clank her teeth made against it. She turned the note over the parchment was plain on the back. What was this all about? Malfoy wasn't the sort for random acts of charity. Ginny shrugged and continued scrubbing tabletops.

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AN: same rule applies, if I get enough reviews I update. Remember my little hairy pals, the story is finished… happy reviewing…Typos? What typos? Lol.