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A/N: I'm getting back into the spring of things but I'm afraid the early chapters don't make any sense with how the story is going now so I'm still trying to make everything fit.

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Chapter Fourteen

"First off, what the bloody hell was up with last night! It's like you enjoy making arses out of yourselves! Did I say to go get the mudblood? No, I did not!"

"Sir,-" Vick tried to speak but was ignored.

"You want to impress me? Then shut the fuck up!" Draco fumed "You do what I say, and what I say, you do! Not what someone else thinks you should do, what I say. Am I clear?" nods erupted in the crowd.

"We just wanted something to do." someone claimed amidst the crowd.

"I was going to give you something to do but thanks to one of you and your 'bright' idea, I've changed my mind. I'll give you something to do once you prove you can handle it. For now," Draco paused as his eyes surveyed the room. "This place looks pretty damn dirty, I want it cleaned from top to bottom."

"The room?"

"The building." groans of protest could be heard "First task I'm giving you," he continued "Clean this place up. Do not break anything, and if you do, you better fix it and I better not notice nor find out. I trust you all know what rooms to stay out of and for those too ill minded to know what that meant, those certain rooms Lord-what's-his-face-before-me forbade you to enter. Yes, they are still off limits." he paced, "Minimal use of magic therefor, no brooms sweep themselves." he smirked. He glanced up "I want every corner high and low spotless. If you're short, get a ladder. No ladder? Make one out of each other." he shrugged.

"Surely you don't expect me to partake in any of this tomfoolery." Lucius drawled.

"Oh," Draco smirked "I have a special job for you," he handed Lucius a mop. "Father."

"You ungrateful son of a-!"

"You tell Bella," he interrupted sharply "Seeing as she thinks she's above every one to not attend, that she's on window cleaning duty." stepping past his father in the direction of the doors he turned around. "I expect to only say this once, go."

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"You seem distracted."

Hermione jumped in surprise. "What?" she said looking over to Ginny.

"You seem distracted, you've had that glazed over look on your face for the past ten minutes."

"How would you know, you've been cleaning." she gaped.

"I can clean and watch you." Ginny stated simply.

"Weird much?"

"It's not weird, it's not as if you have some sticker on your face saying not to look at you."

"Fine, look at me." Ginny stopped all actions and stood by the door frame staring at Hermione, "...Don't look at me." she changed her mind finding her gaze unnerving.

Ginny laughed and walked towards Hermione's spot on the couch. "Just seems like you've got a lot of thinking going on in that head of yours." she said, spritzing cleaning spray on the coffee table and wiping it sparkling clean.

"As long as I have thoughts, if I had no thoughts in my head then you should be worried."

"A Hermione with no thoughts, scary." Ginny smiled. "Oh Merlin, imagine if all I had was Ron to talk to." she grinned.

"Now that's scary." Hermione laughed.

"Just imagine me talking about girl stuff with him,"

"Imagine him actually giving a girl kind of response!"

Ginny deepened her voice, trying to sound like Ron, "'Well I think that red bag clashes with your hair.'"

"'What is up with your nails, you need a manicure.'" Hermione said, joining in on the fun.

"Oh gosh, that is scary!" Ginny giggled.

"I told you," Hermione laughed.

"Have you spoken to Ron recently?"

Hermione shook her head, "I think I'll ring him later and see if he wants to go to lunch. What about you?"

"Yeah, he was over yesterday. Wouldn't let me get off the couch to clean, we sat for like three hours watching a movie he rented."

"Ronald Weasley rented a movie?" Hermione asked in disbelief.

"I know! I couldn't believe it myself."

"First it was the television, then it was the phone and now he's renting movies?"

"He's turned into dad, fascinated by muggle contraptions. He's thinking about getting a GPS, he doesn't even have a car!"

"Where's he going to go anyway, up the block?"

"Maybe he thinks he's going to find the snitch with it next time he plays seeker." Hermione burst with laughter.

"That Ron sure is something."

"Gotta love 'em." Ginny shrugged and went off to do some dusting.

A/N: Yes, Ron is not a seeker, I know that but the Weasley's play Quidditch therefore at some point or another, he's gonna have to play seeker so there's my explanation before anyone starts questioning.

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