Maid in the Manor
Chapter 3
by Catherine PinkChubbyMonkey
A/N: So I haven't even read any fanfiction in over a year and a half, but I have been receiving quite a few reviews in the past 3 weeks, and it reminded me of my stories, so I think I will update all of them. Maybe only this one, but at least this one. Gosh, 2004, and now it is 2006. I'm an adult now. Wow…anywho, my grammar and structure should be a tad bit better, I hope… :D
"So this is your room, you can do whatever you want to it, and have whoever you want in it. It is a little small, but at least it is something. Right Weasley?" smirked Draco to his female companion.
"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. You know, I don't know why I am doing this, I haven't seen you in years, and I still remember all the cruel things you said in did at Hogwarts," snapped Ginny.
Draco ran a hand through his neat white platinum hair and sighed. "I'm a different person now since school. I watched my family be destroyed in only a matter of minutes, and barely escaped myself. I am lucky to still have this manor and a job with the Ministry after the War. Damn lucky, but there were a few months in hiding when I was alone, and I wanted, well needed, a better place to stay but was forced to remain where I was…"
"You aren't making sense. I know what happened to your family, I was in the God damned Order, I helped hide you; I watched Harry talk to the Ministry, pretending to be Dumbledore and some great wizard. Hurry this stroll down memory lane, I have had a long day!" interrupted Ginny. Draco looked at her and stared at her, not into her eye, but just at her. "Well, this is your room. I hope you are comfortable. Tomorrow I am busy so the next day I will have your paper work ready for you, and show you what I would like done everyday," said Draco, "good evening to you Miss." And with that he left Ginny standing alone.
Oh he is the only one who has had a hard life, and LOST his family at least his family is dead and that is why he lost them, Ginny thought to herself. She looked at her new, home. It wasn't much, just a small room. Four white walls, red carpeting, and a small bay window. The room was furnished minimally, a single double bed with bedding, a desk, a night stand, a chair, and a mirror. Why did I do this? Ginny said aloud to herself. Why am I here? She looked at her reflection in the dusty mirror and started to play with her hair. She knew the answer, but couldn't dare to think it aloud, because then it would become too real. She wanted to do something for herself, something to make her family furious, something she always wanted to do.
After Draco joined the Order, she realized she started to fancy him, maybe just fantasize because he was, is she corrected herself, a very good looking man. She always imagined getting to know her families enemy, and this was a way to get to know him.
Ginny looked around the room once more, and walked to the door. She exited and walked to how she thought was the entrance hall. Ginny looked at the portraits and turned left and right where she thought was correct. After fifteen minutes of walking around, in what she thought might be circles she admitted it, "I'm lost in a fucking house." She started at the portrait of witch and a cat, No I don't need help, she thought, and continued walking. After another thirty minutes of searching she started to feel panicky.
Finally she entered the kitchen and saw Draco standing in front of what looked like a muggle refrigerator. He turned around and laughed. "I don't recall telling you how to get to the kitchen, but with thighs like it must just be second nature to find food. Another trait from your mother you have."
"I'm not fat, and I was just-just looking around and trying to find a loo because you mister charity over there didn't tell me where to find one, and I stumbled in here in my search for one."
"Oh, a loo, well there is one next to your room the door to the right of it.."
Ginny blushed, "Well I was also looking for you. I have something to ask. A favor."
Draco leaned back against the counter and Ginny watched his eyes move up and down her and then meet her eyes. "Well, you aren't really in a situation to be asking for a favor seeing that you are here, in my kitchen thanks to a huge favor I am giving you. Never mind that, what is it?" Draco finished softly and not in his mocking tone.
"I need to borrow an owl," said Ginny.
A/N: Well, I had no idea where I was going to go with this story, and still don't. I might write another 3 or 4 chapters, and finish this story off soon. I don't know. Just bored, and need something to do to past time.
Please review, they make me happy. Also, tell me what you want to happen, maybe it will!