Ginny felt so alone at that moment, even though she was surrounded by aurors, she felt none of them could protect her from him. The spawn of Satan himself, who's very status gave him the right to make her life miserable, was walking in front of her.

Ginny swore she could hear the faint sounds of instruments narrating her march, as though she were walking the line with the executioner.

Gosh, Why did I do this! Now I have to work for Potter, of all people!

"This is you're desk" Harry said, his half opened eyes looking sullen and tired. He was pointing at a desk right by his office. As broken down he may have looked, he still held a dominant air about him, Ginny noted.

"These are you're supplies" he continued, making Ginny grind her teeth. But as annoyed as she was, she couldn't help but notice he seemed to be holding his breath.

Is he breathing properly? He's still talking to me, so he must be ok.

She always knew he was a crack pot and did many unexplainable things; for reasons only known to him. But what an idiot, she thought to herself, he's talking to me like i'm a child and he doesn't even know how to breath right. She could faintly remember Harry holding his breath a lot when they were in Hogwarts. She just always assumed it was because of all the dungbombs.

Come to think of it, it was always when he was around me!

Ginny nervously tried to smell herself. I don't smell that bad do I?

having no time to contemplate, she swiftly put down her wrist as Harry gave her an odd look. She blushed innocently.

He lazily shook his head at her, then began picking up a piece of scroll, "This is paper, you write on it..."

"I think I know what paper is Mr. Potter" Ginny said through clenched teeth, trying to sound somewhat proper. It was obvious he was trying to get a rise out of her. "You're looking a little purple by the way, are you getting enough air?"

Harry put down the scroll, ignoring the question "Good, because it isn't rocket science..."

"What's rocket scie..." She was about to ask but Harry interrupted her.

"...so I expect you have a better brain mentality than a monkey, I hope" He said firmly, his eyebrow twitching unexpectedly.

If I hadn't known any better, I'd say he was trying to get away from me as fast as possible. She suspected.

And it seemed she wasn't too far off either. Harry didn't even want to make eye contact with her. He started scratching his scar and his eyebrow kept twitching, like it was expecting some sort of explosion.

"Now if you need something don't just come barging in my office" he said, ready to bolt.

"So what should I do then?" asked Ginny sincerely. After all...what if I really did need something?

Harry turned to look at her. . "What? I don't care if you need something! I'm just saying don't come in at all! You start tomarrow bright and early...don't be late" he said before slamming his door.

"But...but I..." Ginny just slammed her things on the desk in frustration. "Stupid potter, he just...just....errrr!" she growled.

"Sorry about that Ginny" said Jim who walked up behind her "I know he can be a bit of a pain, but please don't quit because of him" he said sincerely.

Ginny smiled gratefully, "thanks, I...I guess we'll see" she said, mostly to herself as though she was convincing an inner battle.

This was going to be a nightmare. Ginny was debating furiously with her self whether or not she should quit. And from the way Harry was acting around her, she did not want push his limits.

Memories of Hogwarts rushed through her mind. Harry loved to look down on her. Quidditch practices were a nightmare; he would find any excuse to begin a shouting match with her. It got to the point where she was suspicious; as though these shouting matches were some sort of regeneration for his anger. Like he wanted to be angry. Of course, unknown to Ginny, that was only partly true.

"Jim!" She called before he could walk away,

"Yeah Ginny?"

"What's Rocket Science?"

He looked dumbfounded ".....What?"

****

Harry's Pov.

Harry slammed the door, letting out a breath he had been holding for far too long. "Oh gosh" he breathed heavily.

This is bad! Harry thought furiously to himself, this is really bad...so sooo bad

Harry was feeling a lot of emotions when he saw Ginny, but it took all his will power and particularly his anger to suppress one emotion down. Deep deep down. It was hard enough at Hogwarts, in a matter of speaking, to bury strong feelings. But at least at Hogwarts he could always count on the girls staircase....but now....

Stupid trelawney, I don't care what that old bat said, this can't happen .

Harry said firmly to himself while trying to stop unwanted forces inside him that was reawakened after so many years. It was back now, yearning more than ever. Only that scent could make his insides lose control. No doubt it was coming from her long long red ha....shut up! shut up shut up shut up! Harry repeated to himself, knowing it would only give him a head ache.

"I am going to kill Hermione"

****

Hermione's pov. Hours later

Hermione sat at her desk, it had been a long day a she was starting to feel the fatigue envelope her. Dropping her ink quill, she began rubbing her temples and taking deep long breaths.

"Hermione!" cried a frantic employer who ran into her office, making Hermione fall out of her seat, "I don't know what you did but you're the target now!"

She was stunned, "A target? Toby, what in Merlin's name are you on about?"

"You're the target! Get out of here before it's too late!" he said before both of them heard a loud crash from outside and he frantically belted from her office yelling "Crap crap crap!"

Hermione was worried now "Are there death eaters here? It can't be" said asked herself, not sure if she should panic. But never the less, she got out her wand, ready to defend herself.

But before she could reach her door, it burst open, revealing a very outraged looking Harry. He was seething so badly, he reminded her of an overheated kettle.

"Oh Harry" she chuckled to herself, "I should have known it was you"

Harry did not laugh with her. "Do you have any idea what you've done!" Harry growled hat her.

Hermione smiled, she was the only one who wasn't phased by Harry's tempers.

"Harry, I can't read minds you know. I absolutely have no idea what you're talking about" she said, even though she had a pretty good idea what he was mad about.

"Flowers Hermione....flowers!" he said, pointing his finger at her and his other fist clenched.

"Flowers?" Hermione asked confused.

"Yes...flowers....I smelled them all day today!...And you know why don't you?!" Harry shouted. Angry and slightly embarrassed that even yelling about it only made him want it more and more shut up shut up shut up!

"Harry, i'm lost, is this about Ginny?" Hermione asked, looking between him and his pointed finger "And did you lose you're temper on a poor unfortunate door again, you know they might take that out of my salary".

"I want her gone! You fix this Hermione!" he demanded, his fist pounding the desk once.

Hermione, raised her eyebrow calmly, "No" she simply said.

Harry fumed and sneered in a low voice. "You get rid of her or so help me I'll..." he tried to finish.

"Or what?, I never understood this odd feud, grudge or whatever this thing you have against Ginny was all about" Hermione sighed. "This is not the playground Harry, this is adult life and you need to start dealing with things like an adult instead of pulling Ginny's pigtails for no good reason"

"This isn't Hogwarts Hermione!" said Harry, waving his hand around "you can't lecture me like i'm a child anymore! I'm in charge here and I want you to get rid of her!"

"Or what? you'll tell kingsley? I would love to see you try" Hermione grinned, folding her arms. "And you may be in charge of the auror department but you are not in charge of me!"

Harry growled one last time and stomped out the door, muttering all kinds of profanities. Leaving Hermione to gather up the mess he made.

"And don't forget to kick everyone in the pants on you're way out!!" She yelled. Why do I even defend him!

****

Back at the apartment

Hermione thought she would receive a much more pleasant greeting from Ginny, maybe even a thank you for getting her the job. But it was very much the opposite.

"Hermione! I can't work for him! Is there any other opening there that I can have?" Ginny practically begged her. In fact she had pushed her violently against the wall.

"That was the only one that was opened" Hermione tried to reason, her face squished. But Ginny just couldn't take no for an answer.

"Hermione, I don't think you understand...I can't work for Harry! What were you thinking? He hates me and I think I very much hate him back!" she yelled.

Hermione was tired of putting up with such childisness. Her ears were hurting now and she wanted very much for the ringing to stop. She pushed Ginny back fiercely, and straitened herself up.

"You and Harry need to grow up!" she said before marching past Ginny and slamming the door.

Ginny ran in her room and screamed in her pillow. And being the "rational" person she was, begun tearing her sheets up in shreds.

"I hate him! I hate him! I....arrrrgh!!!!!!!!"

"Woe woe, gin, what the bloody heck is going on" Ron walked in "Stop screaming like a two year old and talk like an adult" he said, holding a rubber chicken and a woopy cushion, assuming it was from the joke shop.

"Do you know what you're bloody wife did to me?" Ginny pointed, as though Hermione was never her friend.

Ron blinked "No...But I bet I get to find out the hard way" he said before dropping his items, which squeaked on the ground. He quickly covered his ears.

"SHE HAD THE AUDACITY TO FORCE ME INTO A JOB WHERE I HAVE TO WORK WITH HARRY POTTER! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!

Ron slightly unplugged his one ear "No gin, I..."

"AND NOW I HAVE TO DEAL WITH HIS MIGHTIER THAN THOUGH ATTITUDE" she yelled some more, doing a subtle impression of Harry while poking her chest out. "Everyone should listen to me because I'm Harry Potter, i'm smarter, stronger and..." Ginny ranted on in a masculine voice, while Ron shut his ears even tighter.

Sometimes Ron had to admit, his sister could be an annoying little brat sometimes. Hermione had gotten her a job and she was standing their raving on and on about his formal best friend.

"Are you listening Ronald?!" Ginny said, forcefully unplugging his ears. "Hermione had the gall to tell me to grow up...after the horror he put me through!"

"Gin...she's right" he said before Ginny punched him in the gut. "Alright that's it!"

Ron growled, and then tackled Ginny to the ground.

Ginny and Ron were special siblings, even after years of childhood they still solved their arguments the same way, by fist fighting. Maturity in the weasley family was hard to develop.

"Now you are going to listen to me!" Ron gritted while bending Ginny's arm behind her back. She began growling like a small kitten trying to be tough. "You're pathetic, get a grip and maybe try to give the job a chance. Harry's still my friend...kind of, and...." He tried to think for a second "...I can always just fill you're ears with slug wax!" he said pointing his wand in her ears.

Ron, at times, could be very persuasive when he wanted to be.

Ginny muttered stuborrnly, and tightened her shoulders.

"Eh? What was that? Are you going to agree dear sis?" he whispered in her ear mockingly.

Ginny convinced herself she would get back at Ron another time, but not while her brains was filled with slimy goo.

"Fine" she gritted with her teeth.

Ron let her go while she began rubbing at her shoulders. "But i'm holding you responsible for you're so called "friend"

"Oh suure! Fine! Next time I see Harry I'll punt him in the chin and we'll see what happens" Ron said sarcastically. "He's the boy who lived! You really think I can take on someone who voldemort couldn't even kill!"

"Just don't let him burry me alive" she said while brushing off dust that got on her sleeves. "I have a feeling i'm not going to make it out alive"

****the next day

Ginny woke up early, feeling the misty morning hit her face through the window. She was tempted to stay in bed and stare at the ceiling all day long. However, Once she realized why she had to get up so early, she begged herself to do anything else but go to work.

Her insides twisted, knowing she would have to look at those emerald eyes. What a waste that such beautiful dimond like eyes could belong to such an grumpy arsed toad.

Every step and movement she used to go to the shower and get ready was torture. She could only imagine the day she would have to endure.

Ginny absorbed all the relaxing feelings she could while she let the water hit her. She started zoning out for a second; this always happened when the steam filled her nostrils. Sometimes she would start to see figures forming in the midst. This time, it was forming into her worst fear...a tall wizard with blazing green eyes. She stopped the shower immediately, dousing her face with a rag. "Stupid potter" she muttered "Now he's in places where he shouldn't be"

Her showers were the only thing that gave her solace and now Harry had taken that away from her.

****

"Hey Ginny" said Neville Longbottom, who greeted Ginny enthusiastically as she walked in. She looked around carefully before moving forward to greet him back.

"Neville! Hi!" she said as she hugged him tightly, maybe even to tightly "It is really good to see you...is he here?" she whispered. Neville looked extremely uncomfortable now.

"Err....no" he said, looking around him. "Why are you hurting me" he asked, feeling her squeeze tighter.

"Because I know once I let go I will have to let the rest of the day past...I don't want to let go of the only pleasant thing in this hell hole" she whispered pathetically.

Neville pried her away. "Ahh gin, it really won't be as bad as you think, Harry can be great ones you get to know him."

"Neville, I've known him since i was a child. Trust me, I know him well enough" she said, rolling her eyes. Neville can be real thick sometimes.

"No no, really, I mean yeah sure...he uh...has a bit of a temper but it's only when you make him angry", he tried so hard to sound reassuring. But of all people Ginny could find the slightest weakening in his voice and could easily tell he was full of crap.

"You know what I think? I think you are just sugar coating this whole thing so that I will stay and Harry will put most of the heat on someone else instead of you.

His face fell, "Ok ok. Is it wrong if I need someone to talk to other than a bunch of brown nosed aurors and Jim?"

"Neville, don't take this the wrong way but...how are you working here anyway? This is for aurors" Ginny said, hating to sound rude, but...he did almost fail defence against the dark arts.

Neville blushed "What? You don't think I'd make a good auror?"

"N-n-nooo" Ginny replied as though her words were walking on a tight rope.

He glared at her "Well thanks a lot! you know I thought you were suppose to be the sweet one in you're family!" he said as he was about to turn away.

Shows how much he know about me, Ginny thought to herself as she grabbed Neville's shoulder.

"Neville, wait, I'm sorry...but...you got to admit, you were always rubbish at hexes" she said.

Neville sighed in defeat. "Fine, you got me, i'm not a big shot auror...I...well I just do a lot of paperwork for them and...water their plants"

Ginny chuckled in her throat "What? You're not serious! Neville you may not have top notch defensive skills but you have other talents..."

"I know that! It's a lot more important that it sounds alright" Neville's voice suddenly became lower as though someone was listening to their conversation. "There not just any plants Ginny...I specialize in magical plants and these..."

"And what do you think you two are dong?" asked a stern voice.

Both Ginny and Neville jumped in surprise. Who knows how long Harry was standing behind them. "Oh...er...Harry, great, you're here" Neville clumsily said. "Ginny is here too, and I was just welcoming her and all...you know...being her first day and all."

Harry, glancing a raised eyebrow at Ginny than to Neville, pleasantly clapped his hands together "Is that right? So because Weasley..." his clasped index fingers gesturing towards her "....decides to join us you think everything has changed...you can just stop working, pull out a table cloth, steam up the kettle pot and have a tea party, am I right?" he said in a sarcastically sing song voice. Ginny couldn't help but notice how his hands could practically talk for him; he Choreographed them with every word perfectly.

His left eye was pinched together, and his right eye was giving poor Neville a once over.

"Well I...I wouldn't go that far per say" Neville chuckled with a cracked voice " I gave her a hug though".

"Get back to work Neville" Harry bluntly pointed to Neville's desk, both eyebrows furrowed and fist glued to his side.

"Yeah, right on it" Neville sighed, dragging himself to his cubicle.

Harry's menacing eyes, which didn't seem to show any other emotion but annoyance, slowly turned to Ginny who's arms were folded, silently challanging him to a glare match. It's amazing how silence was just a form of case for tension to build up...especially between to very stubborn people.

But, no matter how tough Ginny tried to be, inside she felt uneasy. Harry's piercing emerald eyes, the same ones that ruined her shower, felt like they were looking right through her. Her famous blush began forming on her cheeks but she coughed casually to break the rising pink.

"Something wrong Mr. Potter?" Ginny curtly said. Harry snorted, "This is not school any more runt, you can't just start flirting with anything that walks by...this is a professional place and..."

"Excuse me?" She shrieked, now her red cheeks were clear as the sun. He just accused her of flirting with Neville. First of all, ewww! And second of all, she didn't remember flirting that much at Hogwarts.

"You are way out of ha..."

"You're working for me now weasley, so I would be very careful what you say and how you say it" he said to her slowly and clearly.

Ginny, against all her animal instincts, shut her trap. But continued glaring at him.

Harry, waiting to see if she would talk back, nodded haughtily "Great, now if you don't mind I have things to do, so as I've said before...don't come in my office". He said before walking back in his office and slamming the door.

****

Ginny wished it was hours later, which would mean she could go home. But unfortunately it was only an hour later.

She was sitting at her desk, looking through a stack of Auror reports and trying to organize them. He hadn't actually given her any important assignments yet, he just came out, slamming a bunch of paper work on her desk and grunted "sort these out, there a mess" and went back in his office.

But now that she was just sitting, and no one was shouting at her, she finally began to be aware of her surroundings. Despite the horror stories she heard about this place, she was always curious to know what it at least looked liked.

Plain, was the first word that came to her mind. There was absoluteley no nice smells anywhere. She did however walk by the lunch area though and took a whiff of coffee and other yummy aromas. She suspected that was the only area Harry didn't go to.

There were no decorations at all, what a boring atmosphere. Any young wizard that wanted to be an Auror and took one look at this place would change occupations in a heart beat.

"Weasley!" called an unexpected voice from a box on her desk. It made her jump out of her seat.

"My paper weight is talking to me!" She squeaked.

"Weasley! Don't be dumb! It's an intercom!"

Ginny felt stupid, of course it was an intercom. Her dad had tons of those muggle devices hanging around his shed. How could she not have recognized it? She just assumed it was a paper weight.

She quickly pushed the button, putting her mouth a little to closely "YES MR. POTTER?! DO YOU NEED ME FOR SOMETHING!"

"You don't have to shout Weasly!" Harry replied back in frustration.

She was about to retort back and say he was shouting in it too; but than realised it was Harry, he was always shouting.

"Sir, I didn't know how to..."

"Just get in here Weasley!"

She slowly got up, feeling her legs wobble a little.

"I don't want to go in, I really really don't want to go in" Ginny muttered to herself as she walked up to Harry's door and opened it.

She found Harry sitting at his desk, mulling over newspapers.

"Err...Mr. Potter"

Harry snapped his head up, looking at her as though she were a complete moron. "What are doing?" he said in his most condescending voice.

Ginny face grew red, this reminded her of when she was a first year and blushed whenever a teacher would ask her a question.

"Er...didn't you ask me to come in..."

"Not like that" Harry groaned, "Knock first...THEN come in"

"But"

"Do it Weasley!"

Ginny's fists clenched to her sides, wanting to punch him. But she did as she was told and shut the door behind her as she walked out.

She composed herself and knocked on the door. "Who is it?!" called Harry grumpily.

Is he kidding?

"It's Miss Weasley" she called back as sweetly as possible "Idiot" she muttered a last word to herself.

"Great...come in" Harry rudely barked.

Looking forward to it. She thoughtfully added before walking back in to the fires of hell.


A/N: Hey everyone! I bet you thought I would never continue this right? School is a pain, so I was really up to my neck in homework. Unfortunately, I can't promise that my writing has improved since the last time I updated. I still need to find a beta, I got a few offers but for some reason I'm shy about it.

I might revise a few chapters later, Thanks for being so patient with me. Reviews would be great.