YAYYY. We're back! Kind of. Eh. It was a long time ago since we updated. I'm hoping this story is memorable enough for you to not have to reread the first three chapters, but I think you'll have to. Anyway, on with the chapter!

What the Other Weasleys Don't Know…

Chapter 4: Day Job

Disclaimer: It's been a year since this story was first published, and it still has not changed. We would not be writing this if we were J.K., we'd be writing the freaking seventh book and making sure Harry doesn't die! GRAH.

"Gin, I really gotta use the loo. Can you cover Table Seven for me?" Emma begged, bouncing up and down.

"Sure I can! Go ahead: do your business," she laughed.

"THANK YOU!" Emma gushed, and she raced off to…do her business.

Ginny picked up the menu and walked up to the table, a big fake smile plastered on her face. Usually she enjoyed waitressing, but today, her feet hurt and she hadn't gotten enough sleep last night. Ginny's fake smile fell when she spotted her customer. The reason for her sleepless night sat in the vinyl booth, looking happy as a clam.

"Welcome to The Diner, my name is Ginny and I'll be your waitress today. Is there anything I can help you with?" Her voice was cheerful, but the look on her face was murderous.

Draco paid no attention to the venomous look she was giving him. "Yes, actually," he began. "This spoon is dirty, I'd like a clean one," he said, handing the perfectly clean spoon to her.

Ginny stared incredulously at him for a moment, then took her wand out of its holster (Mad-Eye made all the Order wear them, because too many stuck wands in their back pockets.) She muttered a quick cleaning spell and smirked at Draco.

"Standard Book of Spells, Chapter 12. You know—you might find it interesting," her smirk growing wider.

"Weasley, Weasley, Weasley, it's cute, really, you're mocking me. But I don't exactly appreciate." Draco remarked, rolling his eyes.

"Malfoy I don't know what makes think I give a damn what you appreciate," Ginny snapped.

"Hmmm, testy I see. Hard night? I bet it was just simply horrible—stripping for old perverted men for hours and then coming home to a needy Potter. Now tell me, is he really as good as the girls make him out to be?" He drawled.

Ginny stared at him, mouth gaping. How DARE he speak to her like that? Insulting her job, that was a low blow, it really wasn't her fault! And yet…maybe it was.

"Yeah well, at least I'm not a deatheater! And I'd much rather come home to Harry every night other than those sluts you have!"

Okay, so that was only half true. He did have many sluts but he was no longer a Death Eater. She was too desperate for something to say—something to hurt him. But he looked completely unfazed.

"Well, at least I'm not a whore!"

Ginny let out a grunt of fury before reaching over onto the table of a couple sipping tea, and took one of the glasses. She mumbled an excuse me and gracefully poured the tea all over Draco Malfoy's lap.

"You little piece of…poop! That could have seriously put a stopper on my late-night activities!" Draco shouted, jumping to his feet. This—or maybe the clanging of his chair as it fell over—drew the attention of all the café's occupants.

Ginny laughed out loud. "Did you just call me a poop?" she asked, amused at the insult that had been thrown at her. "And, as for your late-night activities—maybe now that you'll be detained from yours you'll stop butting into mine.

She turned; ready to make her dramatic exit when she ran right into her boss. The angry look on his face let her know he had witnessed the whole torrid scene.

"We don't allowed such behavior here, Weasley." He said in a low grumble. "Collect your pay from the back, and we won't be seeing you anymore."

"Sir!" said Ginny in outrage, "That's completely unfair! This—this—thing provoked me!"

"I did provoke her, sir." Malfoy added pleasantly, as though discussing the nice weather they'd been having.

"Even so," the boss man said, trying not to attract the attention of the crowd that was watching their every move, "we don't let out waitresses get away with that type of vulgar treatment to our customers. You're fired Weasley. Please leave, unless you'd like to purchase a cup of tea or maybe the coffee cake special we're having today."

She walked over to the old couple (previously mentioned) and picked up their second cup of tea. They were old customers of hers: they'd understand. She stared at it for a moment as though it held the secrets of the universe before flinging it onto her former boss's face. "You underpaid me anyway," she said in her haughtiest voice before storming off angrily. Her exit was only slightly punctured when she had to walk back and return her apron.

Ginny had walked a few blocks away before Draco finally caught up with her. "What took you so long?" she asked without looking in his direction.

"Someone had to pay for all that tea you wasted."

Ginny snuck a glance at him and saw he was smirking, although not as maliciously as she was used to. She elbowed him roughly in the ribs. "I would have paid them back," she said, defending herself.

Draco rubbed his 'injury' in mock pain. "I'm sure you would have. But this way I don't feel guilty for not tipping you for your services."

"You owe me more than a tip, Mister," said Ginny in indignation. "You've cost me my job—the one I can actually tell my family about. Now I won't even be able to pay my share of the rent."

"What, Potter doesn't pay for your room and board?" Draco asked sarcastically.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I don't have to justify my relationship with Harry to you of all people."

He looked hurt. "I'm just trying to look out for you," he said. "I know Potter isn't educated in the ways of women, and I want to make sure he's treating you right."

"Sure, you're just looking for blackmail material," Ginny accused gently.

"Maybe."

A/N Thanks to anyone and everyone who reviewed. Right now, there's no time to write them out, but it means a lot. Thanks. And by the way, checking the stats, this story has 1,689 hits and only 33 reviews. SAY WHAT! So, hope you enjoyed this one, sorry about the wait, and please review!

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(And, of course, Kasey, who's doing the YMCA with her legs and talking about water ballet.)