Hi guys. Chapter Two here, hope you enjoy. This one's dedicated to my super awesome reviewers, Just Your Above Average Malfoy (I love your username by the way) and Prince of Nothing. I also wanted to thank those who added this to their favourites/alert list :)

Special thanks to my beta, my best friend, who's name I won't mention here :)

Disclaimer: Please see the disclaimer in Chapter One

Chapter Two

'Ginny, you won't believe who I saw while coming to work this morning.' I told my best friend and co-worker as I made myself comfortable behind my desk. There were still around fifteen minutes until work 'officially' started and I was already prepared for the day. She looked at me curiously, before leaning forward from her position opposite me.

'So then, tell me. Was he a hottie?' she queried.

I rolled my eyes and slumped back into my chair. It seemed that every time I mentioned a person, she would first assume said person to be male (though this time she was indeed correct) and then proceed to ask about his physical appearance or 'hotness'.

'Merlin's bow tie! Gin, you're married, with kids too. Honestly, you have to stop checking out other men.' I said to her, attempting to display my disapproval.

'Harry won't mind, he doesn't care about petty things like this,' she waved the topic aside carelessly. Though I was reluctant to admit it, what she had pointed out was true. Back in our days at Hogwarts, Harry had experienced his share of jealous moments when Ginny dated other guys, but now things had calmed down. Not that I didn't expect them to. These two had now been married for five years, and had two kids, so it was completely normal for both of them to feel complacent about their relationship.

'So spill, who'd you bump into this morning?'

In the fifteen years that I have known Ginny Weasley, I have learnt many things about her. Some of these being; the fact that she likes having chocolate for dessert, but only on Fridays; she loved Muggle romance movies on her days off and if you insulted her cooking, you'd better be out of her throwing range in less than ten seconds. But one of the most important things about this girl was probably the fact she was one of the biggest gossips to ever grace the halls of Hogwarts. She had to know anything and everything, and when she found out, the information usually spread like wildfire. So whenever I would bring something up, the topic wouldn't fade until she had the full scoop, which apparently to her, applied in this case.

'Well, after I dropped by my favourite coffee shop this morning, I was walking down a street in London. And that's when I saw it; the colourless blonde hair, the pale and bony face. I saw the one and only Slytherin git; Draco freakin' Malfoy.' I tried to make my description as vivid as possible; knew that Ginny loved 'the drama'.

'Oh Merlin! Are you sure it was him? I mean like, did he come up to you and point out your blood status in a particularly horrible way, or like, insult your hair?'

The red-head who had been sitting in front of me only moments before had now leapt out of her seat and was leaning all the way over my desk, her face only centimetres from mine, eyes ablaze with excitement. I slowly got up, placing my hands upon her shoulders and pushed her back into her seat opposite me with a loud thump.

'The slimy ferret; the Slytherin snake; the one who tormented us all through our school years? I think I would remember him. And no; he didn't see me. But my question is; why on earth are you so interested this time?' I asked her sceptically, still not completely understanding her fascination for this particular subject.

'He should be hiding out. I'm just so surprised you managed to see him out and about. The Daily Prophet is practically stalking him and he was featured in Witches Weekly magazine last week. Even Luna's been sending people out trying to score an interview with him for the next edition of the Quibbler.' Ginny's gossiping side had now taken over her and flown into full throttle, so it didn't surprise me when I replied to her monologue with a blank stare that she immediately whipped out a copy of this morning's Daily Prophet and shoved it forcefully before me.

Family Feuds

After their divorce early last month, both Draco Malfoy and ex-wife Astoria Greengrass have refused to give interviews on how this split had occurred. A close friend of the family, Ms Pansy Nott (née Parkinson) has commented that: 'I always thought they were so perfect for each other, despite the past history between Draco and I. I was completely supportive of their relationship. I didn't think there was anything wrong with their marriage, so I was so surprised when Astoria came to me in the middle of the night, crying that she and Draco were getting a divorce.' This leads us to speculate; was it Malfoy that initiated the divorce? He was also pictured with a group of young witches the day after the divorce became public, at The Three Broomsticks. Could Draco Malfoy be looking for a new wife already?

Another question that everyone has been asking is; what will happen to their daughter? Ophelia Narcissa Malfoy, (pictured right) is the couple's only daughter, and sources tell us she has been living with her mother since her parent's separation, but Mr. Lucius Malfoy has made it clear that he would rather his grandchild stay with their side of the family. 'Ophelia needs a stable environment in which to grow up, and if she remains with her father, all this can be guaranteed for her.' For more news on this story, please turn to page 23.

I had heard about the divorce from Harry, who had come around to my office for a meeting not long after it had occurred. Ginny had been even more hyped up about this back then, and this piece of news had obviously sparked the excitement all over again.

'I was in Muggle London, Ginny,' I informed her, and her excitement suddenly seemed to deflate, until it was replaced with a surcharge of energy.

'He was in Muggle London? What on earth was he doing in Muggle London?' When Ginny got excited, she had the tendency to raise her volume by at least ten times.

I honestly had no idea why she asked me these questions. Sometimes I think she has slight control issues. But then again, all the best people are slightly mad. I snuck a glance at my watch; it was 9:00am. I could practically jump for joy. Hurriedly, I shooed Ginny out of my office, and closed the door behind her before returning to my desk. That girl could seriously wear me out sometimes. I was truly glad that she now had to be in her office finishing the paper work she had neglected to complete, to be ready for the afternoon seminars that occurred twice a week.

I transfigured my Muggle clothing back into robes, and was about to gather the notes for my next meeting when there was a loud knock on my door, followed closely by my secretary Rose.

'Okay, so you have a meeting at ten-thirty with the board to discuss donations for St. Mungos and then at one-thirty there's a meeting that Harry recommended you to attend instead of the two o'clock seminar with Ginny. It's in the central meeting room on the fourth floor. At three you have an appointment with the Head of Communications. Oh, and there's someone out here who wants to see you; says her name is Astoria Greengrass. Should I send her in Hermione?'

A/N: Hey guys, the first two chapters are running at the same time, just in case you didn't notice already. They are just from two different character's point of views.