"Miss Weasley, this is the Auror I was telling you about." She took off her thin-rimmed glasses and looked up. She almost swallowed her tongue when she realized who was standing in front of her.

Ginny blinked twice to try and process the image. She swallowed and looked back down at her work.

"Right, I guess I'll leave," her consultant said. She looked up to see a tall light-haired man. He was leaning on a desk behind him with his arms crossed over his chest, smirking.

"I was a bit reluctant to accept the assignment they gave me," he drawled.

"They why did you?" Ginny snapped quickly.

He chuckled, picking up a quill. "Well," he said, "you're rich now."

She rolled her eyes. "Typical Draco Malfoy, always in it for himself."

He smirked. "I guess so," he said quietly, putting the quill down.

"So how much are they paying you?" she asked folding her hands on her desk.

"It doesn't matter," he said shaking his head.

"Yeah, it does because it's coming out of my pocket," she said.

"It's not like you don't have enough," he said.

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but it's not like you need it."

He smiled at her and she glared at him. She groaned in frustration. "How am I going to do this?" she muttered.

"You better get used to it," he called over his shoulder as he walked toward the door. "They're moving my things into your flat right now." He looked at her and walked out the door.

She screamed in frustration and banged her head on the desk.

An hour later she stepped out of her office, to find Malfoy leaning over her secretary's desk and Gertrude batting her eyes furiously. He looked up at Ginny as she walked out. She didn't acknowledge him and she stalked out of the room to ring the bell of the lift. Malfoy came up behind her folding a piece of paper and stuffing it into his jacket.

"Gertrude is a very nice girl, Malfoy," she said, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Yes she is," he said.

"You should just leave her alone," she said raising an eyebrow to look at him.

He chuckled. "She's very pretty."

"She wouldn't date you."

"Anyone would date me, if they had the chance. Wouldn't you?"

"You're impossible," she scoffed as the door to the lift opened. She stomped in and he tried to follow her but she stopped him. "Sorry, I don't think there's enough room for your ego in here. Take the next," she said and the doors closed. They reunited at the bottom floor and he followed her all the way home; her stomping angrily in front and he walking casually behind.

She opened the door to her flat. "You can have the-" she began.

"Room at the top of the stairs," he finished.

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she said and stalked off to her room. He chuckled as he watched her go.

Ginny opened her eyes slowly at eight o clock the next morning. Saturday, she thought happily. She wrapped herself in a robe and made her way down to the kitchen. She stopped abruptly as she saw Malfoy sitting at the counter sipping some coffee and reading the paper.

"'Morning," he said raising his mug to her. She gave him a fake smile.

"'Morning," she imitated. He laughed and concentrated back on the paper. Ginny poured herself a cup and loaded it with cream and sugar. She took a seat across from Malfoy pulling out her fashion magazine and flipping impatiently through the pages.

He looked up at her. "Did you have a nice rest?" he asked

"Yes," she said shortly. She looked over at him twirling a feathered quill in his hands. "Can I have the headlines?" she asked.

He handed them to her and she snatched them. He looked up, laughed once more, and then went back to what he was doing. She peered over the pot of plants to see what page he had. Hmph, she thought, crosswords.

She folded the front page open and leafed through the pages as she did routinely every morning. They sat in silence for a while. All that was heard was the occasional scratch of a quill and the rustle of paper.

"Who's a writer like a skater with three e's?" Draco asked suddenly.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Skeeter," she said. "Duh."

"Ah," he said, triumphantly. "Finished."

"Why do you waste your time on those stupid things?" she asked.

He shrugged. "I dunno. I guess I feel accomplished after I finish. So what do you want to do today?" he asked.

She raised her eyebrows. "Are you serious?" He nodded. She shook her head and turned to dump the rest of her coffee down the drain before making her way to the door. "I have work," she called behind her as she walked out of the kitchen.

He laughed. "Are you always this grouchy in the morning?" he called after her.

She spun around and narrowed her eyes. "I am not grouchy," she said hotly.

"You must not be a morning person," he said.

"What do you know?" she said waving her hand. She went back up to her room and took a shower. She came down back to her office and opened the large windows to a beautiful view outside. She spread out her materials and began to work.

"Nice place you got here."

"Thanks."

"Anything I can help with?"

"Nope."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." They sat in silence for a moment. Ginny concentrating on her work and Malfoy staring out the window "When are you going to leave?" she asked without looking up.

"Soon, I was just taking in the view," he said.

"No," she said, "I mean completely."

"When they tell me to," he said.