Finding Cinderella

Risa Moon

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Nothing owns me, let's leave it at that.

Summary: WANTED: A real beauty, with long hair, pale skin with shoes size 6, aka Cinderella. He found her, they did it, and all that was left of her was her scent and a shoe. He wants her back, even if he doesn't know her, and that's what he'll get, because Malfoys always get what they want. Of course that's what he thinks.

Chapter Five: So Far So Not Good

"I take it that you are Ginny Weasley?" Mrs. Malfoy said sitting down and looked directly at Ginny.

"Yes," Ginny said managing to snap back to reality, "Can I help you with something?"

"So you were the one who posted the article Finding Someone Special. Am I right?"

"Yes," Ginny said. But there really wasn't much to say.

"Can I see the copy of the details that Draco wanted to put into the column?"

"Sure, "Ginny took the notepad she used the day before, from behind the desk.

Narcissa studied the book for what seems to be hours to Ginny. She couldn't be rude and continue with her work. So it was a kind of a relief when Narcissa finally broke the silence.

"Now, why don't we get to work?" she said and clasped her hands together as if it was one of those easy kiddy projects.

Ginny was trying to hide her surprise. Draco's mother wants in on this whole 'scheme'? "Pardon me?"

"Please dear, don't make me repeat myself. But I should think you'd like an explanation," Narcissa continued, "The Wellington family has used up my patience and broke my last nerve. Mr. Wellington had made an agreement. If Draco doesn't find this…," she pointed at the notepad, "This 'Cinderella', then the wedding is back on with no way out."

To Narcissa's surprise, Ginny didn't look shocked, a bit surprised but not shocked. Ginny opened her mouth to say something. But nothing came out. Again, there was nothing to say.

"Plus, this Cinderella is going to need protection as soon as possible. I'm not worried about the Wellington family. They would've given us such a long time to find her if they didn't think that we'd find her. But it's Laura Wellington herself that worries me a bit. We can really predict what she'll do. She-"

"-has a reputation herself, I know, I work here," Ginny said, earning a shared smile with Mrs. Malfoy.

"Well, I guess I should let you start working. Why don't you come eat with me tonight at Haven's Deluxe? You don't have to get too formal. I got reservations, and you can get some of the profiles of the girls who seem to fit the description?" Narcissa said and went towards the door.

"But-"

"No buts. I'm not taking no for an answer," without further ado, she left the office.

"She had to be kidding when she said not too formal," Ginny said, with a hint of a smile on her lips.

"Knock knock."

Draco didn't bother to look up, instead he said a simple:"Sod off Blaise."

"Oh what is it now, mate? I thought you'd be happy about getting out of the engagement," Blaise said closing the door and taking a seat on Draco's black leather chair.

Draco let out an irritated sigh, "That's just it. I'm not off the engagement. I have two months to find her."

"Who made the arrangement?" Blaise said, clearly confused.

"Mum," how clearer could it get.

"Oh," there was a couple seconds of silence, "Well, that shouldn't worry you. You'll find her in no time. But that can't be what's nicking you is it?"

"I dream of her every night. They're the best dreams I've ever had, but I can't seem to see her face. But it turns into a nightmare when I wake up. I keep thinking about her."

"Well that black bags under your eyes kind of tells the whole story. You should enjoy yourself. Have a little fun and let Weasley handle the findings and then when you find her you wouldn't have to get married to that scary rage they call Laura and have the greatest shags," Blaise said as if it was really that simple.

"It isn't that simple," Draco said, but it came out more of a mumble.

"Really, it is. You just think too much. You do know that's not good for you brain," Blaise teased.

"Gutta owtta hera," Draco mumbled.

"I'll be on my way, but Weasley's owl came at first. I'm just delivering a letter," Blaise dropped the letter on the desk and zoomed out before Draco could ask how the letter got to him first.

Draco opened the letter, when he finished he grabbed his coat and went to buy a cup of coffee.

Dear Malfoy,

I have manage to sort out only a 12th of the profiles and I had eliminated a fair few and wanted to go over some with you so I can set up interviews or dates for you to see if you recognize her.

I will be at the Norton café a few blocks from your office. I'll be the one with loads of folders with me.

See you in half an hour.

Ginevra Weasley

"Not her, she doesn't have the right length of hair," came a drawl behind Ginny. Ginny had sat down with an open folder, examining them closely to see if they match the description, well maybe not just the description.

Ginny closed the profile and put them aside making a new trash pile. "Aren't you picky? Surely your mother has told you about the deadline."

"How'd you know? She didn't actually go to see you, did she?" Draco seemed quite amused.

"Well, maybe it wasn't her, just her flesh and blood!" mocked Ginny, "No it was her. She actually wanted to participate in this little scheme of yours."

"The more the merrier," Draco said as he was ordering his coffee. Five packs of sugar and three cup of milk Ginny noticed.

"Here's the next girl, Anne Williams and her twin Faith Williams, who applied behind her back. Both natural red heads, 5' 1 –"

"Too short," Draco said glancing at the picture.

"Jessica Nelson, also a red head, 5'3 slight brown highlights-"

"Hair's too short."

Ginny put aside the profile and turn to give Draco a small, yet irritated, smile. "Any specific details you want to give me before we continue?"

"No."

"Good-"

"But, there are some things that I'd like to clarify."

"Oh?"

"She has long hair, that's goes lower than her shoulders. She has long legs meaning she's about 5'4 – 5'7. And I wasn't that drunk," he said, gesturing to the last folder.

Shows what he knows, Ginny remarked in her head, out loud she continued, "How do you know?"

"A Malfoy's intuition, one that no one ever questions," this little bit of information just gave Ginny the bad impression of Draco.

"Should we continue?" Ginny asked grabbing another profile.

"Yes, I think I have a few more mo' to spare," he said looking at his shinny new Rolex.

The mo' came and went, yet neither noticed the come and go of the people around them. Profile after profile they went until it was nearly sundown as they finished with the last profile was sorted, did they notice the sight to their right on the other side of the window.

"Five profiles out of the forty-two I brought. I say we out did ourselves," Ginny said grabbing a sip of her now cold cup of Hazelnut coffee.

"Send me the dates of the interview when you have them set up. That reminds me, I've got to go now, Weasley. Do you need help with those folders?" Draco asked grabbing his coat.

"No its fine, I'll be seeing you later. I better head home. I'll be seeing you later again later," Ginny said and grabbed her coat and the folders and practically ran out.

For the second time that week, Draco subconsciously smelled the beautiful scent of mountain strawberry. He walked out the door with a dreamy expression, not knowing his Cinderella was just a few yards away but somehow so far away.

Ginny arrived home straight from the Café and was surprised by the waiting Harry and requests for the answers of his questions.

"Where were you today? I went to see if you wanted to grab a bite, but Jess just told me that you went out twenty minutes ago with a stack of folders. I barely see my girlfriend anymore," Harry said, making it apparent that he was a little bit over the stage of paranoid.

"Oh Harry, I was just sorting out the profiles of the red heads that wanted to get an interview with Malfoy. I even kept some for laughs. There were 15 year old girls who claim to have fake Ids and some where even 75 saying they were testing some youth potions and some was just insulted when I pointed out the age differences," Ginny put down her stuff and walked towards her room with a not yet satisfied Harry trailing after her.

"What will it take for me to take you out to eat tonight? You do remember that we haven't celebrated our anniversary since you accepted to take over that matchmaking business," Harry whined outside Ginny's bathroom and continued louder when he heard the shower turn on, "And you do remember that Hermione and Ron are coming home tomorrow right? We have reservations at Heaven Deluxe. I had to pull some strings you know," he stated in the matter of fact kind of way.

"Oh bloody hell, I almost forgot. Can you hand me one of the black dresses in the closet?" Ginny shouted from the bathroom as she turned off the running water.

Harry grabbed a black dress with a button down lace overlay with sheer chiffon ruffle trim and bow-tie belt and a slip dress overlay. Not that he really noticed what he handed Ginny, as her hand was reached the dress through the door.

"Where are you going tonight without an escort?"

"Mrs. Malfoy invited me to dinner at Heaven's Deluxe. She said she had reservations and she wanted to discuss further on the matter of the whole matchmaking ordeal," Ginny said as casually as she could. She didn't have time to ponder on what she should really call this mess she got herself into.

"Well, I'm going with you. I would think that ferret is going to be there. Give me a minute to get ready," Harry zoomed off towards his room before Ginny could comment.

As if this wasn't an uncomfortable matter already, I might as well not breathe. Guys and their pride, something I'll never understand… thank god.

Ginny slipped into her dress and dried her hair and applied the blush, the mascara and her lip stick. She opened the door to her room to find Harry already sitting on her bed in a red sweater and Armani black pants and a long black robe.

"Hello handsome, where are you going looking so formal?" Ginny asked with a teasing smile.

"I'll be your escort tonight, milady," he answered with only a hint of amusement.

"What do you mean?" Ginny said. This wasn't supposed to happen.

"I'm not going to leave my girlfriend to defend herself against two Malfoys, especially not with that Ferret."

"Aw Harry! Please don't do this tonight. This is only a business matter and Mrs. Malfoy is going to be there. There's not going to be any funny business," Ginny sat down on the sofa with a defeated look. She never seems to win any kind of arguments these days.

"I'm going with you tonight. Plus I heard they have the best food over there, no way am I going to miss out. Come on, I'll grab your bag," Harry said, as if Ginny was going along with this.

"You do know this is not going to end well," she grumbled.

'I'm counting on it,' Harry thought.

A/N: I'm so very sorry and I'm sure you're all very sick of me saying this. And so am I. Its only four pages but I'll try harder to have it longer.

THE SIXTH BOOK IS OUT! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT! I thought I'd have it done by the time.

most of you finish the book. Yet I'm still late. Can't believe Dumbledore died. Can you?

Thank you to:

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