This is life.

Freedom! Freedom at last!

So is this what it feels like to come into an empty office? Yes, I think so.

I've been surfing around trying to right wrong to right. I've given up on trying to show all the ladies the real Draco Malfoy. So I've come down to giving you maybe a few other possibilities for bachelors.

John Evans

Age: 29

Job: co-editor of Opinions and News

Hobbies: Quidditch, Chess, photography, reading, and drinking with friends

Physique: Rich dark brown hair, blue eyes, five foot 10 inches, very built figure

Status: married with three children. But it's all right, ladies, you can always be the 'other woman.'

Ronald Weasley

Age: No idea

Job: being a horrid brother

Hobbies: Quidditch, wizarding chess, although he gets highly competitive, and drinking.

Physique: Red hair, brown eyes, six foot 1 inch, tall and lanky.

Status: single, of course.

Rufus Scrimgeour

Age: Is this legal?

Job: Minister of Magic

Hobbies: being a brat

Physique: Graying brown hair, glasses, gray eyes, five foot 9 inches, a bit overweight, I'll have to say.

Status: single.

See ladies? Draco Malfoy isn't the only one out there.

So now, I shall go out for a cup of coffee with some of my friends because today, I'm not being dragged around like a dog under the leash of Draco Bloody Malfoy.

Peace.

-Ginny Weasley, Daily Prophet.

Ginny would have slept longer if it weren't for the ultra-violet light trying to peek into her eye. Her head throbbing and feeling oddly uncomfortable and dirty, Ginny sat up very slowly to find herself lying on her sofa. Even more slowly, she remembered the absurd party the night before and figured that she had decided to get wasted.

Ginny sat for a moment longer before getting up and trudging up to her kitchen to cure her hangover.

Crack

"Good morning, love!"

"NO! NOT YOU!" Ginny screamed suddenly at Draco Malfoy.

"I'm glad you're happy to see me."

"Now you come over to my HOUSE every mornings? Get away!" Ginny whined with a newfound energy she didn't remember having just a minute ago when she woke up.

"You look dashing." He said, eyeing her, smirking.

Ginny glanced down at her dreary apparel. She was still wearing the same thing she had worn yesterday, except extremely crinkled and she could see the ends of her hair, destroyed and unruly.

"Shut up. Go away. This is illegal, I swear. Cruel and unusual punishment."

"I brought you some hangover potion." Draco said, handing her a silver container

"What?"

"Hangover potion. Learned it seventh year. You're welcome." He said as Ginny took the container from him and took out a glass.

"Thanks. I'm guessing you brought me here last night?"

"Yes."

"Well thanks for that too. Never thought it'd happen. Did I do anything too reckless last night?"

Draco gulped silently before shaking his head. "You just sat in your own corner, pathetically drinking yourself up. Then you passed out."

Blushing, Ginny took a large gulp of the hangover potion and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "This tastes like saw dust."

"Well good."

They stood in silence for a while until Ginny finished the murky potion. Suddenly feeling very clean and fresh, Ginny handed it back to Draco. "Thanks again."

"Anything for my lady."

They looked around awkwardly until Ginny broke the silence by getting up and said, "I better be off now. Penelope's going to kill me."

"Why don't you apparate, then? If getting to work means to much to you?"

"It doesn't; which is why I don't apparate."

"But in this case, by the time you get to work, you'll be just about four hours late."

"I'll- WHAT?"

"Currently, Ginevra, it is a quarter after 12. I strongly recommend you worry about getting to work more than how you look or about means of transportation."

"I can't go to work, NOW, I've already been warned plenty of times, by Penelope and the ruddy ministry."

"So why go? Write your column and send it in. We have somewhere to go."

"AGAIN? No. If this is some sort of funeral again… the only funeral I'll ever go to again is yours."

"Touched, really, but sadly it's not, trust me. It's a sort of party."

"With your little death eater friends?" Ginny spat.

"EX-death eaters."

"What is it then?"

"Today, dear, is our one week anniversary."

Ginny stared at him for a moment before realizing he was serious and began to laugh.

"One week, oh bloody hell. One bloody week. And we celebrate?"

"I've already contacted Penelope and told her you won't be there today because of me. I need you to meet some people today." Draco pushed.

"NO. You said, no death eaters."

"EX-death eaters. They're not ex-death eaters. They're just a few friends of mine. They wanted to meet you. Huge fans of how you always constantly beat me around in your columns."

"Sounds like you have very loving friends, Malfoy. I like them." Ginny smiled, feeling a bit more reassured.

"Bring your broom and your Quidditch things."

"Quidditch?" Ginny asked her heart beginning to race faster. She hadn't touched her broom for so long now, since she last saw her family during Easter.

"We play Quidditch on Mondays."

Ginny grinned widely, not being able to cage in her mirth, causing Draco, even, to crack a small smile at her sparkling and ready to explode eyes and her cheeks glowing with excitement.

"Get your things ready, Weasley. Meet me outside in five minutes."

OOOOOOOOOO

(A/N: Here, a lot of new names come up but none of them are really important. Just know that Anderson's name will come up later but he's not a main- or semi main- character at all. He's just there and his name comes up a few times toward the end.)

"Ginny, I think you've met Blaise before." Draco introduced, pointing at Blaise Zabini.

Ginny glared at him. "You said there'd be no death eaters here, Malfoy."

"EX- death eaters. And Blaise here never was a death eater. Too wimpy." Draco corrected.

"You say that again, mate, I'll kill you faster than you can blink." Blaise said in his deep and semi boring voice.

"I doubt it. See, Zabini pretends to be tough but he's a real wussy. Never killed anyone before."

"I remember, Malfoy, seeing Blaise Zabini in Slytherin."

"There are other reasons for getting into Slytherin other than being a death eater, Weasley. Like how you got into Gryffindor on pure family reasons." Draco drawled lazily.

Ginny flushed red. "I got in because I had all the characteristics of a true Gryffindor, Malfoy. For instance I'm bloody brave if you ask me and I'm not scared to fight you." Ginny bantered.

"Wow, I'm frightened. Never seen myself this frightened of anything before."

Ginny watched him even more hatefully before shaking her head. "Grow up, Malfoy. Are these all your friends?"

"Yes, I believe. How shall we do the teams? You play chaser, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay then. I'll be seeker and so will Blaise here. You're on Blaise's team; I can't afford to lose a game. Anderson, Gannet, Johnson: chasers." Draco instructed haughtily.

Blaise watched the crowd of men before pointing at two immensely large blokes. "Riley, Canter, beater. I get Kinney for keeper."

Quickly, the two teams separated to opposite ends of the field.

"Ready, set… ball!" one of the subs yelled, releasing the balls into the air.

As soon as the red quaffle flew into the atmosphere, Ginny felt that same luring, magnetizing feeling in her hands to grab it. She zoomed out, a bit shakily at first, and immediately, her hands found its way around the octagonal ball and reflexively, from years of Quidditch in her childhood, she sped her way to the three hoops to where Draco's keeper had just put on his gloves and was pretending to pay attention but really, Ginny knew from spending time with Luna often, he was spacing out. She flew, out-flying the beaters after her and scored into the left hoop.

"PAY ATTENTION, GILES!" Draco roared from the other side.

Ginny smirked as Blaise gave her an approving look and even seemed to try to suppress a smile.

Ginny loved flying. Automatically, she got used to the broom and had no trouble from then on. Her innumerable years of training outnumbered the few months she had locked her broom away. She was already connected with the quaffle, the ball never seeming to leave the tips of her fingers and when she threw it, it rolled off them with such grace and experience. She awed Blaise with her incredible tactics, some taught to her by Harry himself.

Ginny flew toward the right hoop this time slowly, catching the keeper waking up and chasing toward it when Ginny suddenly took a sharp turn upward and scored by dropping the ball and kicking it with her left leg into the middle hoop.

"NICE MOVE, WEASLEY!" Blaise yelled, no longer being able to hide his smile. The score was now 80-10, Ginny having goaled all the shots for her team except two in which her fellow chaser, Tyler had scored.

Suddenly, Ginny's seeking senses began blaring. She whipped around to find the golden snitch tailing about 5 feet behind her. She forgot about the quaffle, letting Tyler and Battle deal with it and dived for it, seeing that Draco had also caught sight of it. She turned her broom around in a 180 degree angle, pushing her broom forward... Draco's hand was out reached now…

BAM!

Blaise had obviously seen the snitch as well from another angle of the field, not also seeing Ginny flying at it. When he was just a foot away from the snitch, he had just caught sight of Ginny, flying top speed but he had braked too slowly. His broom collided with her, making her hand lose its grip completely and her legs sliding off.

"WEASLEY!" Blaise yelled, barely heard by her screams.

Blaise pulled into a dive, catching Ginny's out reached hand. Sighing, Blaise instructed, "Hold onto my arm with both your hands. Yeah, that's it." Ginny stopped screaming and clasped her fingers around his wrist.

Blaise pondered for a moment on how to help her up. He'd never been in this situation before and he wasn't too sure if he should lower her to the ground or summon her broom…

"Weasley, listen carefully. Do you think you can slowly inch your way up my arm?"

Ginny looked at his long arm hesitantly. She could, if she tried, pretend it was a rope or something and climb it…

Ginny let go of one hand, trying to put it on top of the other when she lost her grip and was once again on holding on with one arm.

"MALFOY! HELP! MY ARM'S GOING TO BLOODY FALL OFF LIKE THIS." Blaise roared at Draco who was watching this, getting pale in the face. In a second, Draco was flying toward Ginny's body, putting one supporting and strong arm around her waist and helping her onto his broom. Ginny sat in front of him, his arms reaching in front of her to grasp the handle. Ginny felt the warmth of his body on her back and immediately began to feel a bit better and safer.

"It's okay, Weasley. You're safe. You'll be perfectly fine." He whispered soothingly, Ginny's racing heart beginning to slow down to its normal speed as Draco tenderly lowered her to the ground.

Soon, all the guys were on the ground.

"You okay there?" Blaise asked darkly.

Ginny sighed. "Yes. I'm so sorry… I should have been worried about just the quaffle…"

Blaise nodded. "You need to trust me to be doing my job, Weasley. It's part of teamwork. Don't pull something like that ever again."

"I seeked once in my fourth year. I can't help myself. I'm real sorry… I'll sub out of you want." Ginny sulked.

"No, there'd be no need to do so. You're a terrific flyer. Just promise me you'll do your own stuff from now on. So Draco, should we start the game over or something?"

"No, it's okay. Let's just continue, shall we? You ready, Weasley?"

"Yes."

OOOOOOOOOO

Ginny laughed cheerfully as the large group entered Three Broomsticks later that day. Their game had ended, just half an hour after Ginny's fall, 190-170. Draco had caught the snitch, but Ginny worked extra hard to get in as many goals possible.

"I especially liked the one you did just a few days ago, where you told… the uh… the ministry to just fuck off." Anderson chorted, getting many approvals from the rest of the group.

"YEAH! Man, I was there when Scrimgeour saw that. He nearly blew up."

"What STILL amazes me is how Scrimgeour's still single! He's about fifty now!"

"You're amazed at that? Really, I'd be more amazed if he ever got laid." Draco retorted.

"Haha, unless of course, it was a whore. Then, it's not too much of a surprise, is it." Ginny said.

"Well I guess now he has his own personal ad thanks to you, he might get lucky, eh?"

"And so will Ron." Ginny said.

"Right! Your brother, oh man, was he a right jerk. He was the laughing stock of our house. I think we made more fun of him than Potter himself." Said Blaise.

"You mean the Gryffindor prefect? Oh yeah, what a dumbass he was, but you'd have to admit, that jerk can be pretty cheeky sometimes. Remember what he did to that Trewalney?"

"Oh! When he mixed up all her tea leaves with seaweed from the black lake but she had no idea and still read them? That was a laugh."

"Nothing compared to what Draco's done that one time, though." Anderson replied.

"Draco?" Blaise asked.

"yeah! Remember when he painted all the crystal balls black and she sobbed herself to death telling the entire class that we were all going to die?"

"Are you SERIOUS?" Ginny laughed.

"Good times, those." Draco smirked.

"Too bad you weren't in Slytherin, Weasley. You could have fit in well."

Ginny snorted. "I was still a Weasley then. That would have been dangerous for me more, seeing now, I shared a room with a room full of Slytherins."

"True, but see how we get along now?" Anderson pushed. "Us, Slytherins, we're not half as bad as everyone thought. We're not all death eaters like it was previously rumored, even though most of us were."

"You just have to be cunning and sly to be a Slytherin. That's why most of us become death eaters."

"But some of us don't. There are lots of respectable people out there from Slytherin."

"Oh, like who?" Ginny asked.

"Hm…"

"Good question."

"Oh, like Draco, for one."

Ginny laughed. "Draco Malfoy is a death eater."

"EX-death eater. And I left them, remember?"

"Blaise Zabini. He's a good one." One of them said.

"Plus, Ginny, we've heard of the extreme stuff you've done before too." Anderson noted. "Like your bat-bogey hexes. Oh man, we were pretty scared of you after what you've done to Draco."

Draco gave Anderson one look. "But you were a Weasley anyways and you never would have gotten into Slytherin in the first place. "He bit back coldly.

Blaise quickly changed the subject. "Oh, hey, Weasley. You know, I'm single…"

"Me too." Anderson chirped.

"And we were just wondering why you weren't putting up a free personal ad for us like you did for John whats his name and your brother and the bastard minister."

Ginny laughed. "I'll keep that in mind."

The group chuckled as the bells of the door rang and a cool gust of autumn wind blew in. Ginny absentmindedly looked toward the door, her smile suddenly evaporating.

"Ginny?"

It almost seemed as if the shop became deathly silent, even though there were still many side conversations going on all around them. For Ginny, the air froze.

"Terry. Hi."

Terry Boot had just come in, hand in hand with a very pretty girl with brown hair.

"Ginny! Hey! How are you?" He asked good naturedly.

"I'm perfectly fine, thanks. Who's this lady here?" Ginny asked, hiding her bitterness carefully.

"Oh, sorry, where are my manners? Ginny, this is Jane. Jane, this is Ginny, a really good friend of mine." Terry said, Ginny's heart lurking. Draco swore that he saw a glint in Ginny's eye almost snapping into pieces.

"Pleasure to meet you, Jane."

"You too. I love your columns so much."

Ginny smiled smally. "I'm sure you do."

Something clicked inside Draco's head and he leaned his arm back, his fingers grasping the back of Ginny's chair. Ginny glanced at Draco and his hand, her patience bubbling.

"Is that… Draco Malfoy?" Terry asked suddenly.

"That's me." Draco drawled, giving Terry a look and Jane another. Ironically, Jane let go of Terry's hand.

There was an awkward silence.

And for the rest of the night, no matter how much they tried to keep a nice conversation, the silence never ceased.

OOOOOOOOOO

I know that this chapter's not going to do well with reviews, but that's okay.

So this chapter was just BURSTING with clichés huh. Ginny falling off her broom…an old ex-boyfriend…

But you know, sometimes, a good cliché'd story is the remedy.

I know this chapter wasn't as interesting and funny as previous chapters because this time, it was more of an action chapters were a LOT of stuff happen, but I really did try to put in some nice moments in there. I'm still recovering from my SPRAINED FUNNY BONE and I've JUST SPRAINED MY IMAGINATION BONE.

SO PLEASE REVIEW! AHH! WHY DO PEOPLE NOT REVIEW? IS IT BECAUSE YOU THINK THAT YOU HAVE TOO MANY MEAN THINGS TO SAY? BECAUSE THAT'S NO PROBLEM WITH ME. IT'S JUST ANNOYING WHEN PEOPLE TELL ME WHY THEY DIDN'T LIKE IT BUT TELL ME ANYWAYS.

So this time for your questionnaire…

What do you think should be the story between Terry Boot and Ginny? I can't think of any at all.

Do you think Terry should even be part of the story? And how do you like my choice of Terry Boot?

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P.S. I failed my math test, but thank you for asking, louey31! so sweet! And for Elanor Ainu for the very helpful review. I hope you liked this chapter! I'm most terrified that you'll be dissappointed. I promise that I'll make the next one funny, just for you.
and thanks to everyone else that i will thank in another time.