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I Can't Stand It Anymore

Help! I need somebody
Help! Not just anybody
Help! You know I need someone
Help!
-- Help, Beatles

Hermione was driving herself crazy with her own wedding. A perfectionist by nature, she wanted to have the perfect blend of muggle and wizard, in order to satisfy both her parents and the Weasleys. She was ordering endless catalogues for wedding gowns, flowers, and musicians.

Ginny came over that night to help her, flipping through the catalogues. She was looking for a gown for herself when she came across the very same gown for her wedding. Expecting a wave of sorrow and a flood of memories to wash over her, she was surprised that she felt nothing, and simply continued on to the bridesmaid's gowns.

In bed that night she wondered why. She didn't even have the urge to pull out that worn photo album Harry had seen her holding that day Ron and Hermione announced their engagement. Instead, she began searching for a Hogwarts yearbook. She only had two, and she pulled out the one from her sixth year. It was actually Ron's. Her parents didn't have money to buy one every year, opting only for when their child was in seventh year.

She was skimming through the pages when she came across the Head Boy and Head Girl. Hermione, of course, was Head Girl, but there was much discrepancy over who was to be the Head Boy that year. Ernie McMillian, Harry Potter, and even Blaise Zabini were expected to be Head Boy if one followed school gossip, and everyone was shocked when Draco Malfoy became Head Boy instead.

In that picture he was leaning against the castle door. He still had that same smirky smile plastered on his face in the picture, and occasionally he would wink. Ginny closed the book quickly when she realized that she was examining an old picture of Draco.

That night she didn't have any old memories, rather, she dreamed of stormy silver eyes.

Draco was still slightly grumpy in the morning. He didn't get a good rest and now that the Silver Arrows were cured of their flamingo changing, they were doing something else if not anything. And he had yet another bloody meeting for matchmaking.

As he trudged to the bathroom he wholeheartedly wished that his mother had asked for anything else.

Walking to Soul Mates, he dreaded what he would find today.

Sitting in the same room he awaited his coming doom, not even bothering to look at the profiles anymore. A few minutes later a petite Asian girl came into the room.

"Hello." Draco said cautiously. Waving a hand at the tea and crumpets, he asked "Would you like some tea?"

"Yes, thank you. You are Draco Malfoy, are you not?" She spoke in a soft toned voice, with a bit of a Chinese accent.

Draco simply nodded. This was unbelievable. Was this the first girl that was actually sane? He blessed his luck. They spoke of several things, from their careers to Quidditch. The girl, whose name turned out to be Lin "Sue" Wong, was an auror from China who was transferred to England.

So this was a girl who was astonishingly beautiful, smart, ambitious, and polite? His day had come.

Their meeting was nearly half over and Draco was contemplating silently whether he should check 'I want to meet her again' or 'Yes' when Sue suddenly stood up.

Draco thought maybe she had to go to the restroom and stood up to walk her to the door like the gentleman he was. Instead, Sue walked around the room, muttering something to herself that sounded like Chinese.

"Sue, what's wrong?"

"This room has horrible feng shui." Draco was about to ask what the hell was feng shui when he was hit in the gut by one of the armchairs.

Doubling over in pain, he managed to gasp, "What is going on?" and ducked a lamp that hurtled at his head.

Still sending Banishing and Summoning Charms everywhere, she called above the clamor of objects being moved. "Feng shui is the movement of objects to dispel negative energy" she paused to send another spell, "and by putting certain objects in certain places to ensure good luck."

Draco nearly fell over without the assistance of the many books that were hurtling his way. "What the hell?" he roared. "GET OUT!" When she didn't move, he stormed out of the room, knocking the coffee table that was coming toward him over in his anger.

Ginny was in her office when she heard a commotion outside.

"I refuse to meet anymore women!" a man was saying.

"Mr. Malfoy, please calm down, I'm sure we can work something out." This was Grace, pleading with – Malfoy?

"NO. I have been attacked, cried on, and called gay the last time I was here. THIS TIME I actually find a sane woman who just has to have an OBSESSION with moving things around? What will I get next time? I woman who just has a hippogriff as a pet? Or a woman who likes to shag on the ceiling?"

"Mr. M-malfoy?" Grace was deteriorating under Draco's harsh tone and angry gaze.

"I want to talk to whoever runs this sorry place of a matchmaking. There is OBVIOUSLY something very wrong with the BLOODY system!" Grace, cowering, pointed toward Ginny's office door.

Draco threw open the door, nearly ripping it off its hinges, and stared.

Ginny, on the other hand, had heard most of the conversation and was able to put on a blank face when Draco came raging in. "Draco Malfoy." It was not a question.

"Weasley?" What in Merlin's name was she doing here?

"Yes, that would be my name. Would you like to take a seat?" motioning to the two chairs in front of her desk.

Draco was still staring at her, not registering what she had said. The only thing he could say was, "What are you doing here?"

"I run this place." At these words, Draco's first intention came back. He plopped himself down in one of the chairs.

"I want to know why I've been meeting insane women."

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Insane women?" she echoed. "Mr. Malfoy, I highly doubt you've been meeting insane women. My matchmaking spell hasn't failed yet. It simply matches what you wrote on your form with similarities on another woman's form."

"There must be something wrong! I met a stripper."

"I believe she was an ex-stripper." Ginny's tone was resolute.

"I certainly didn't put on my form, 'I like ex-strippers' did I?" Draco shot back.

"Do you know what you want in a woman?"

This made Draco pause and think. He really didn't know what he wanted. "She has to be beautiful." He said at last.

"Well then, there are a lot of beautiful women in England." She gestured to the packet he was still holding. "Hence the many women you have to meet."

Draco was on the defense now. His eyes narrowed. "I always knew you were poor, but I never knew you were so dumb, Weasley. I don't have time to meet all these women. There must be hundreds in here," holding up the folder.

Ginny raised an eyebrow again. "No, Malfoy." If he could be rude, so could she. "I'm smart and poor. You're stupid and rich."

Draco leaned forward in his chair, putting his face inches from her own. "What makes you so smart?"

"I wouldn't go out for coffee with you." Her voice was slightly husky. Was she flirting with him?

"Well I wouldn't ask you!"

Ginny got up and started to walk out of her office. "That's what makes you stupid."

Minutes later they were at the Starknuts coffee shop in Diagon Alley.

Draco sighed. "Look Weasley, my mother is dying. All she wants is me to get married and give her a grandchild before she passes."

At these words Ginny's face softened and her eyes glimmered with emotion. She felt sorry for Malfoy. He must really love his mother, she thought. The Draco Malfoy I had known would have ignored his mother's request. The one that I knew at Hogwarts anyway. She was struck by how little she knew him.

Draco felt differently. The moment her face changed, that voice in his head came back. This one, it said, this one, you dummy. He shook his head. "Please."

Ginny was taken aback. Isn't it a golden rule for a Malfoy to never beg? But she said, "Let me see what I can do. You don't know what kind of women you want and you don't have time to meet all the beautiful women in the world."

"Now, now, don't be sarcastic. You coerced me into buying you coffee. Besides, I have a proposition." Ginny nodded to show she was listening.

"You will help me find a wife."

Whatever Ginny had been expecting, that was not it. "How?"

"Helping me read through all those profiles, then seeing if they fit with me."

"One problem." She sipped her cappuccino. "I don't know you well enough."

"Fine. We'll set a set schedule where we'll meet to discuss possible brides. Then if we find one that might be suitable, I'll meet her and tell you what I think. That way the whole process might be faster."

Ginny thought. Draco decided to add, "And I'll pay you extra."

Truthfully, Ginny didn't care about pay. But she said, "Alright, I'll do it."

Draco smirked, "Knew you'd see it my way."

Ginny got up to leave and Draco said incredulously, "Leaving already?" No woman ever left him once they got what they wanted!

"We're done discussing everything, aren't we?"

Draco shrugged. "We could have done this in your office. Why make me buy you coffee?"

Ginny smiled and turned back to face him before leaving, her expression teasing. "I like your body."

Draco's first thought after that phrase was, Of course she does. But then he recalled her face when she said it. She must not have been serious after all. Draco looked at the time. He had to leave for his mother's mansion now if he didn't want to miss dinner.

There was plenty of time later to contemplate that thought further.

Ginny, walking off, was extremely shocked at her saucy behavior. She hadn't acted like that in years. Not since her wedding anyway. Then she found it weird that she didn't feel the same depressed pangs when she thought about her wedding and what happened. From the moment Draco walked into her office she felt so alive.

So alive.

Author's Notes: I hope I didn't confuse you guys with this chapter, what with Ginny supposedly being flirtatious when she's supposed to be all sad. I just wanted to show Ginny's character more, especially now that Draco's back. I want to portray her as a fun-loving and passionate girl who got dumped by her fiancee and doesn't believe in love anymore. She's starting to open up now... And I dedicate this chapter to my father, who is awsome, and because he loves the movie Love Story. The scene with the coffee shop and Ginny being all flirtatious is from that. Brownie points to whoever got that!

Lastly, thank you, my wonderful readers and/or reviewers!