Chapter Two: Finding A Way
Disclaimer: I regret to inform you that I, Allison, in no way own Harry Potter.
It had been two weeks since Lucius died, and Draco was no closer to finding a solution than he was before. He thought about just going to The Burrow and demanding to see Ginny, but he had heard the she and Potty had gotten a flat together. He was hurt to say the least, then he reminded himself that he wasn't Ginny's keeper. He thought about following her and pretending to bump into her, but even he knew that she thought him an arrogant and pompous git. Many times he pondered why he was pulled toward Ginny, why, of all the girls, should he be bound to lust after her? She was supposed to be his greatest enemy based on birthright alone. He wished he could talk to Severus. His godfather would always know what to do, after all, Snape did love someone that maybe he shouldn't have.
Draco decided he needed to get out and clear his. He had made it a habit to Apparate to a nearby muggle village to wander. No one knew him there. No one called him Death Eater Scum! or worse. So with a low crack, he Disapparated from Malfoy Manor.
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Ginny awoke with a start. Lately, she had been having weird dreams. Dreams of a pair of grey eyes. Every morning she would go through a list of people she knew, recounting their eye color. Ginny always had a bit of Seer in her when it came to her dreams. She was quickly becoming annoyed because she couldn't recall anyone she knew of having grey eyes. She shrugged the thoughts away and was overcome with excitement. Today she was starting at her first job. Due to being a soldier of war, Ginny and many others were granted graduation certificates after the final battle. There was nothing left to teach someone who had seen everything that she and others had. She sat her NEWTS two months ago and received O's in Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures, Muggle Studies, Divination, Herbology, and Defense Against the Dark Arts.
So the world was pretty much her oyster. She could start training or placement wherever her heart desired. But today, she was starting as a receptionist for the Auror Department. Her real passion laid with actually being an Auror, but after months and months of listening to her mother and Harry Potter tell her that it was too dangerous, she decided on a desk job near the action. Her mother explained to her that she wouldn't be working long. After her and Harry married and started having children, she wouldn't work any longer. Ginny detest the idea of not being independent, of giving up who she was and becoming a housewife, and most of all the thought of relying on anyone other than herself for financial or any other reasons.
After showering, eating and dressing, Ginny flooed over to the Ministry to start her day. While exiting the Floo, she bumped into something hard. Picking her bag up from the floor, her eyes connected with grey and she was lost in her thoughts.
"I'm sorry, Miss Weasley. Please forgive me?" a low voice drawled with cool indifference.
"Oh, I um, I….uh" Ginny couldn't think.
"What's the matter, Miss Weasley, cat got your tongue? Or whatever it is the Muggles say. Here are your things. Do you need assistance or are you capable of getting where you're meant to be?
"Malfoy? Have your eyes always been that color?" At this Draco smirked
"Yes. They are pretty unique, not unlike my other body parts." Ginny physically choked at his crudeness, but a part of her was intrigued.
"I'm sure your mother always told you of how special you were, Malfoy. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a job to get to." And with that Ginny sauntered over to the lifts and was taken to her floor. Unbeknownst to her, a certain grey-eyed man was left standing still in a sea of bustling Ministry workers staring after a certain red-haired woman. The only thing on his mind was her.