A/N: I originally wrote this little prologue over two years ago and posted it on but now that I am older (and wiser), I've decided to rework it a little bit and continue on with this story. Any comments, suggestions, rants, compliments, whatever, would be appreciated. I'm a good writer, but when it comes to fiction, well….haha, just read on.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter; it's all J.K. Rowling's.

Indecent

Draco Malfoy adjusted his tie as he sneered at himself in the mirror. He was not in a pleasant mood. This unpleasant mood was caused by the current situation he had been forced into by Voldemort: Draco had been assigned to fill a teacher's position at Hogwarts as a spy for the Death Eaters. He was to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, a position that never seemed to be filled for more than one year. Draco smirked at the irony of the situation; a Death Eater would be teaching defenses against the very Dark Arts he performs.

Not that it is an unheard of situation, Draco thought to himself, recalling that Voldemort himself had taken the body of one of the former Defense teachers, not to mention that Lockhart was no saint, and who could forget Umbridge. While the woman had been on his side, he had found her unpleasant and certainly not the sickingly sweet woman that you would expect if judging her solely on her voice. And of course, there was that awful werewolf that plagued his third year, a thing that Draco simply despised. Hell, Hogwarts did not have a good reputation when it came to this particular teaching position. But the past was the past, now he had the damned job for himself.

There were many things that Draco found disagreeable about this arrangement, the first one being that he hated children. This was slightly surprising since he himself was barely an adult wizard and had attended the school only a year before. Another unlikable part was being around all those Gryffindors again. At least Potter, Weasley, and the Mudblood weren't going to be there to make things worse.

And of course there was the whole mess with Reine. Reine Delacour had been Draco's girlfriend before this particular assignment, but he had ended it without much thought. Yes, he had liked her, but she was nothing special, besides being one of the most beautiful women Draco had ever met. And having veela blood didn't hurt either (it certainly didn't hurt her cousin Fleur, and it would surely help Gabrielle in the future too).

Sighing, Draco walked to the door reminding himself that it wasn't Reine he would be missing.

It's all the perks that come with her. Draco allowed himself a grin, which quickly faded when he reminded himself of why he was so unhappy.

There are no decent women in this school! There were no attractive female teachers, and he was not interested in any of the older girls, even if he was allowed to have a relationship with a student. The girls of Hogwarts were simply dense, and he did not consort with younger girls.

Older women were much more satisfying.

Draco forgot these thoughts as he made his way to the Great Hall He would perform this mundane task. Even though he was still in his first year as a Death Eater, it was still hard to swallow that his Lord was actually making him go back to the place he loathed for seven years. However, a lot did depend on his assignment. By going through with it he was proving his loyalty to Voldemort and his fellow Death Eaters and it would hopefully lead to bigger and better things. Yes, while the present was quite dim, the future looked quite for the aspiring Draco Malfoy.

Ginny Weasley was restless. As she sat in front of her mirror in the empty girls' dormitory, she contemplated her seventh and final year at Hogwarts. While she loved the school dearly, she couldn't wait to be out in the real wizarding world as an adult. She had always been a smart girl, but in the past year or two her life had changed in a few ways. After bring named a Prefect in her fifth year, her confidence had risen a notch.

Ginny had always had some confidence, someone who had faced He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had to. But her backbone especially shone when it came to sticking up for someone. She didn't like people bring teased or insulted, including herself. As a Prefect she had a chance to put these qualities to good use, and she was quite proud of it.

Having authority also brought out Ginny's ambitious side, and she began striving for perfect grades, and the perfect life. Part of that seemed to be accomplished since she was currently dating Harry Potter, but something was missing. Sure, he was cute and the sex was great, but the whole situation seemed so contrived.

He was my childhood crush…I thought I got over him, yet here I am, doing what just seems natural, dating him. But is this what I really want? Or what just seems the most convenient?

It was true that her love life was very convenient. Harry already knew her family, they loved him, and he loved them in return. Harry was shaping up to be the biggest and best Quidditch star in the world, ignoring many of the people in his life who wanted him to work for the Ministry as an Auror. The way Harry figured it; he wouldn't be young forever and he mine as well do what he loved, Quidditch, while he still could. The Ministry could come later. Ginny respected Harry's choice, and that was just one reason why he loved him, although he was a shy boy, he had always gone with his gut instinct. If he hadn't done so in her first year, Ginny might not be alive! Ginny smiled at this thought as she tied the ribbon around her red hair.

Harry has always been my knight and shining armor. But do I want, do I need a man who is always watching over me, worried that I'm in trouble? It was wonderful when I was a simpering eleven-year-old, but will he always see me as having the courage of a little girl?

Ginny ran the brush through her hair one more time, smoothed her blouse and skirt, slipped her robes on, and left for the Great Hall, pondering these troubling thoughts.

A/N: Any comments might help me speed up the writing process, but I hope to have the first chapter up shortly if all the creativity in me comes through all right! 100 points to anyone who knows basic French and what Draco's girlfriend's name means.