A/N:the tea part is rather odd but other than that it's not so bad.
Chapter 7
Draco raised his eyebrow at theredheaded man in front of him. He remembered there little meeting a little over a week ago. 'I'm still not on speaking terms with our second candidate for the job'. Draco looked from the distraught girl on the floor to hernervous older brother. 'So she was their next choice.' he grinned. 'This will be good.'
Flashback
Draco marched into the ministry, 'Make me minister, hmph.' he grumbled to himself. 'Why would Weasley want me as Minister of Magic anyhow?' He went up to the front desk in a fury. He almost laughed at the young girl who scrambled about with everything on her desk in an attempt to find the second youngest Weasley. The secretary's face was blushing and he was growing impatient.
Just as Ron Weasley walked into Malfoy's view, so did the new reporter for the Daily Prophet. 'Oh great. The Daily Prophet is right on time to witness the lovely visit of Mister Malfoy to Ronald Weasley -top auror. He could see the headline now, 'Malfoy deceives us all,' or something rude and punishing like that. He sneered at the reporter that followed Ron.
"Can I help you Malfoy?" Weasley asked clueless to Malfoy's annoyance.
"Weasley, I'm not taking that position, I'm happy where I am and you could use the money more than I could." He started explaining, now walking beside the reporter and trailing Ron to his office.
Ron stopped abruptly at the mention of his poor wealth. " I've got plenty enough." He gritted.
"As do I, now I'm sure there got to be someone to take that position." Malfoy enforced.
Ron nodded towards his office and suggest they have a talk. When he signalled the reporter to leave she turned towards Malfoy, "Are you ashamed that you are putting this world at risk by not accepting such a wealthy position?" She was peering expectantly in his eyes.
Stepping back towards the inside ofWeasley's office he gave a small comment, "I've done nothing wrong. I am not gay either." He then turned on his heal and shut the door behind him as he entered Weasley's office, and took a seat in front of his desk.
"Malfoy tones of people want that job, the problem is that no one is smart enough to handle it, except you. Were trying to prevent having another dum-dum like fudge screwing everybody up." Ron huffed.
"I'm sure there's someone just as capable as I. But I am just not doing it." Malfoy voiced.
"Well someone's got to take it because I'm still not on speaking terms with our second candidate for the job." Weasley looked out the window to his right. "And there is no third." He mumbled slightly aferwards.
Malfoy got up as he glanced at the second youngest Weasley. "Well Weasley you better get on speaking terms cause I'll take the job, but I'm going on vacation until they agree to take it from me." He saw Ron start protesting as he left the office.
Smiling he left for his own little apartment to start packing. He was going across seas, and he was going to do it as muggle.
End of flashback
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Blinking slightly Ginevra got up. She looked at her brother. She just stood there staring. 'He's tall.' She took in. 'His hair is more faded and longer.' He hadn't changed much, but just enough that she was uncomfortable. "Ron! Oh I thought I'd never see you again! Want some tea?" She bounded past him and into the kitchen.
Alone, she wanted to hide. Anything but confront her brother. 'I must have looked like a sour loon.' She mused about her confrontation. She opened up her cupboards remembering she was actually the kitchen for some reason other than to hide. 'Oh! The tea... I don't have any tea.' Frowning she returned to the living room.
Opening her mouth she was about to explain to Ron that she didn't like tea, therefor she didn't own any. Unfortunately he spoke first, "I don't remember you ever liking tea..." He peered at her. Suddenly she felt very small.
"I don't. Therefor goodbye tea party hello argument with bigger brother," She was acting like a seven year old. 'This is preposterous, I grew up with him for 15 years. That's far longer than a measly six. And they make it out to be such a big deal. Good Lord.' Ginny thought annoyed.
"That's very unfortunate." Malfoy droned.
'Oh phooey, Malfoy's still here. Now I have to get through an awkward phase with my brother and have Malfoy experience the whole wide thing.' She pouted. She turned from Ron to the couch and decided she'd better sit down for this.
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Ron watched his sister take a seat on the couch. She certainly seems happy. He saw the blonde on the couch and thought it appropriate to acknowledge his presence, "Hi Malfoy." Malfoy? "Wait, Malfoy?" He looked confused.
Malfoy laughed, "What Weasley?"
Ron looked at him quizzically, then Ginny spoke up, "You here about that god darn article in the Daily Prophet? Cause honestly..." She was cut off by Ron who was still looking shocked at seeing Malfoy on his sister's couch.
"I Thought you went on Vacation?" Ron asked.
"I did Weasley and on the first day I was greeted by your kind sister." He played.
"I see," He eyed Malfoy, not quite sure about his answer. He turned his attention back to Ginny who was still pouting about being cut off in mid-sentence. "What were you saying?"
Annoyed, she repeated, "I was saying that if you're here about the front page of the Daily Prophet, don't bother, I'm trying to ignore it anyway."
"Ginny," Malfoy drawled out her name, "I don't think he's seen it yet, or he wouldn't have showed up so silently. It would have been louder."
"Oh," She realised smiling a bit, "good."
Ron, still lost, gave them both a weird look. He then noticed that he had a paper underneath his arm. "I haven't had the chance to look at it yet. In fact I had just picked it up on my way here. Well, actually I was on my way home when I remembered that Hermione had asked me to clear things up with you, before our wedding I guess I just ended up here cause I was concentrating onyouand the thought of that was stronger than my worry of getting home I suppose." He shrugged and took the paper out from under his arm and dropped it on the table.
He looked at his sister, "I guess you don't plan on coming (to the wedding), do you?" He looked hurt.
Ginny's face was beginning to turn red, "No, actually I didn't think anything of it."
"You should Ginny you really should..." His voice trailed off when he noticed, for the first time, the cover of The Daily Prophet. He picked it up and looked more closely at the picture. Then at the caption. 'Draco Malfoy has been spotted in muggle LA. Los Angeles is a popular town in the sunny state of California, in the United States of America. He is shown here with a mystery girl on his first day. They had walked silently to a park further down the road.' Disbelieved Ron looked from Malfoy to his sister. If Ginny hadn't been right there in front of him he wouldn't have thought anything of it.
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Ginny watched the expression on her brother's face change. It was like slow motion and it reminded her of when Colin threw that apple at her in her second year because she had made such a big fuss about fruit the night before. 'Oh merde, Sacrébleu. Here he goes. However much attention the apple caused me that breakfast in the great hall, I think this will definitely have a worse outcome.'
"You... you're... you're ...dating?" He sputtered. Anger flashing in his eyes.
"Happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy..." Ginny had squeezed her eyes shut and began ranting as if hoping to change the situation.
"Calm down Weasley. If we were dating.. Well honestly I don't know ." Malfoy said stumped.
"Happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy..."
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Malfoy was annoyed. He was annoyed that Ron would even consider the two of them a couple and he was annoyed at Ginny's over use of the word happy. If anything he wouldn't be able to use the word for anything anymore. "Weasley, oh erm, Ginny could you please just shut up a moment. Happy or not this is the situation."
Ginny opened her eyes and looked his way then at Ron. She bit her lip which he found very, very, cute. He would say attractive but her brother was in the room and such thoughts were better left, unthought of.
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"Ginny." Ron said in a protective voice. She groaned, 'translation: little sister'. "You don't need to go through such measures to get attention." 'I'd prefer it if you'd date guys I actually have the ability to beat up.'
Then she spoke up, "I don't need a father Ron. I was merely doing my job, which was entitled to serve the rich British boy when he arrived at the hotel. If there's a need to act like dad, he can come visit me himself."
When she wanted to voice her opinion she really did give her say. Without warning Ron told her to call him and left. Just left. AndMalfoyjustsat there gazing at Ginny. After what seemed like awhile he motioned to her that he was going to leave and she just nodded her head glumly.
A/N: I had a complete and utter writers block. Even after reading 'Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers' - confessions of Georgia Nicolson- couldn't give me any creativity. I had to get this chapter over with though because it was truly haunting me.
I don't think a review will do much. This chapter belongs in the deleted bin along with chapter 3, but please do, enlighten me.
Lorina