Working for the Dragon

Chapter 3. By Hook or By Crook

Guilt. Muggles had it all wrong, seriously. Tour around the whole of the United Kingdom and you'd see the occasional poster or two. Hell, just get yourself right into the nearest convenience store and buy yourself a packet of cigarettes and then you'd see it in bright, bold, red letters. 'SMOKING KILLS'. I am right aren't I? With cigarettes, you knew that you'd die someday with all that poison in your lungs. But with guilt on the other hand…. You never knew a crap about anything.

Smoking was like the Avada Kedavra. Guilt on the other hand was like the Cruciatus Curse. Point noted? Brilliant. How could my family not realize that I was hiding my achievements away from them? Even if they didn't, why did I feel so guilty about not sharing it with them? I was a criminal wasn't I? Yeah, I am paranoid, so sue me.

I barely slept a wink for hours as I sat on my window sill, staring out at the open fields of the countryside hoping that the cool nightly breeze could lull me to sleep with its tranquility. Nope, no such effect. All methods of calming me down didn't work tonight with my thoughts going on the constant roller coaster rides.

And finally, when I did manage to fall asleep out of sheer exhaustion from thinking too much, it was absolutely pointless. My shrilly alarm wailed like a banshee making me jump out of my wits and land right onto the floor.

So, instead of trying to bring out the optimist in me and greeting myself with something refreshingly positive to hype myself up to look forward to the day like when my predictable lifestyle as a 'Mary Poppins' wannabe was available, "Good morning Ginny!..." A pat on my own shoulder and with a yawn. "…Time to kick some ass."

Not this time, my first words as greeting to me this morning was "What the fuck?"

Yeah, you got that right; Ginny Weasely wasn't all little Miss Sunshine and clearly not a morning person. I had that problem all my life. Even if I'd wake up early, my body was auto activated into a zombie-like state and could only start working better after eight in the morning. Back in the Hogwarts days, it was a miracle that I could make it to Charms or Transfiguration in time. Too bad they couldn't make Potions a morning class, what wouldn't I had given to miss that class, seriously.

It was four a.m. You got the picture. I moved around the entire house walking like the night of the living dead as I got ready. By the time I was actually done with everything, it was… well, not a good timing. Let's just say that I was so going to be late for work. And guess what, I had not even eaten my breakfast yet. Oh screw that! Get out of here, now!

Muttering a charm on my Iphone to charm my GPS system to include directions around the wizarding world, a spell that Hermione had so helpfully given me last night, I left the Burrow in a flurry. Oh of course, I flooed to the Leaky Cauldron.

Nothing out of the ordinary there, people still partied the whole night, well socialized would be a better term since most of them there were the oldies. Did Tom the Bartender ever get some sleep? Or even considered retirement? I knew that The Leaky Cauldron was officially owned by one of my school mates from Hogwarts, Hannah Abbott who was the landlady. And she was married to dear Neville Longbottom, Hogwarts current Herbology teacher after Professor Sprout had retired.

Yeah, but these things were unimportant right now, what mattered was getting to the office on time. And what the hell, getting to Corporate Alley was a twenty minutes walk from one end of Diagon Alley to another.

Blast Draco Malfoy! Seriously, Ginny, couldn't you get another job? Or continued as Mary Poppins competition? How humiliating! I couldn't possibly make it there in time. Oh curse my zombie-mode. The best way to cure it was to take a long walk which I could clearly see was impossible at the moment.

Why did bloody Draco Malfoy disallow apparition or flooing anyway? It wasn't as though I was going to bomb Malfoy Empire or something. I had a life even though he was a real pain in the arse, then and I assumed he was going to be. I was pretty sure; the thought of bombing a place whose architectural beauty was equivalent to the Taj Mahal's would never cross my mind. Sadly, the history though was not interesting enough.

Looking at my Iphone for a miracle, that a path would appear and suddenly I would descend right into Malfoy's cabin, I studied the paths around Diagon Alley carefully. There was the area for the usual hustle and bustle, Diagon Alley, the best place in the whole of the United Kingdom to get your supplies, Corporate Alley, the Wall Street of the magical world and finally, KNOCKTURN ALLEY?

There was a shorter route to Corporate Alley however, yeah you guessed it right. I had to walk through the sinister, dark, Knockturn Alley. The worst place in the world to be at any point of time especially if you were a female.

GINEVRA MOLLYANNE WEASLEY! I can't believe you are actually considering taking the route from Knockturn Alley. I could practically hear my mother screaming at me as I pondered over risking everything by going into Knockturn Alley. Unable to make up my mind, I decided to let time decide my fate for me which it did by the way.

In less than ten minutes I had to be standing right in front of the bloody git, Malfoy, my boss. What a pleasant life seriously. The walk from Knockturn Alley would take about five minutes if I walked so obviously I chose that. I mean, what was the probability of me dying on my very first day of work?

Don't answer that, really. Looking at the uninviting corner that led me to Knockturn Alley, I pulled my cloak protectively around me, holding my wand out for self defense. Taking a few tentative steps I felt as though I had stepped into… Okay so maybe Hell wouldn't be such a good word to describe it. Entering a new realm that was filled with evil aura felt more like it. Which was really weird because it was just a street.

I half expected psychopaths to jump out at me or just something that would have me sprinting for my life which, mind you wasn't going to be easy if that happened because the clumsiest person in the world was wearing heels. I was a menace to myself and everyone around me in them. Actually, let me correct that and say I was just simply a danger magnet when it came to colliding with people because of my 'I-walk-with-my-head-in-the-clouds' thing that had been going on forever.

I was still walking cautiously jumping at every little creak my heels made on the filthy ground. My mind scared me with countless thoughts that ranged from being kidnapped to sex labor and all the other mentally traumatizing things in the world. I know, I know, it's the 21st century and we are way past all that I had just mentioned but ADHD remember?

I hummed Madonna's 'Four Minutes to Save the World' to keep myself entertained and calm. Look at the irony of the song. No, you got that wrong, I wasn't into Madonna; I just liked Justin Timberlake. Out of the blue, I saw something the just zipped my mouth totally. It was a black figure standing at a little nook of the alley.

Uh-oh. My heart literally skipped a beat. I seriously thought that it would have stopped beating if I was any weaker. Trying to reassure myself that it was just my imagination playing pranks on me, I took a look at the corner once again, whoever that person was, he or she was still there. And there was no movement.

You know how sometimes you know someone is watching you but you don't know who it is? Well, I was experiencing that right now and I have to say, it's not a very pleasant feeling especially on your first day to work.

"Lumos" I muttered a spell to light my wand and walked nearer to the figure. Yeah, I suppose you could say I had a death wish.

"Er… Hello? Is someone there?"

With not much light, I was able to make out the silhouette of a man. A 'pop' sound had me jumping out of my wits. That figure had just apparated right before my eyes!

What the….. Have I ever mentioned that I have this ludicrous fear of apparating? I guess not. Well, I do. I can't stand the 'pop' sound. I couldn't even do a test for hydrogen gas during Muggle Studies: Science, back in the old days. Not only the sound, I just knew that I would somehow end up splinching myself. Nothing ever went right with Ginny Weasley in it. Never ever.

And now… FREAK! I had just basically gone off course; I was supposed to be at Malfoy Empire right now. Now was the time to quicken my pace.

I stood right in front of the entrance again having a sense of déjà vu along with what felt like anxiety. I was nervous, I knew. I didn't know what my new boss expected from me. And the fact that he technically didn't hire me did not help my situation at all. It just meant that I would be under his scrutiny.

Absentmindedly, I walked right into the entrance and….

"Weaselette. You are a minute late." Malfoy greeted me coldly, as he typed something on a laptop.

"Good morning to you too, Malfoy." I replied, sarcastically trying not to seem shocked. How the hell did I actually just walk right into his office? I mean, wasn't I suppose to walk through the entrance towards some corridor and then… My mind drew up a blank. This place had really high wizard technology.

"Its sir to you, Weaselette. And fly over if you have to the next time because tardiness is not tolerated around here. Are we clear?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Crystal, Sir." I muttered. For some reason, he reminded me strongly of Professor Snape. If we were at Hogwarts, I'd totally expect him to dock points or give me detention or something.

Anyway, looks like he was totally out to kill me, because technically, I wasn't late at all. I bet if one of his bodacious, blonde secretaries was late, he'd probably say, "You've kept me waiting a long time." Seductively.

Why the hell am I thinking of Malfoy's sex life? That was just creepy. I shuddered inwardly earning a weird look from the boss himself.

"So…Weaselette…." He began carefully.

"If I may so politely interrupt, Sir..." I began my words dripping with syrupy sweet sarcasm. "…I think that it is only fair that you call me by my name." Stupid, arrogant, cocky asshole.

"I can call you whatever I want, Weaselette." He replied uncaring as always, eyes still on that damn file of his.

I rolled my eyes to myself. Weaselette? What the hell, Ginny. Don't lose your cool. We can survive this. Call me crazy but I had basically just divided myself into two people. The voice in my head, her name is Trudy.

Nah, I'm kidding.

"Alright, Sir. " I replied as politely as I could, trying hard to not slap his obnoxious face.

"We're wasting time on this. If you think that you are cut out to be my secretary, you'll enter the records room and make sure that everything is organized and spic and span." He instructed me coolly, eyes never leaving that file.

What was in that damn file anyway? I couldn't help but wonder. I nodded my head to show that I knew what he was talking about when in actual fact, I didn't have a clue. And I did that on purpose because I knew he wouldn't be able to see me responding with his stupid nose buried in that blasted file.

"Do you have any questions?" He asked me, sounding surprisingly considerate. Okay, no. Shockingly would be a better word.

Once again, I nodded my head wordlessly.

What do you want from me?

You're Draco freaking Malfoy. You're supposed to hate muggles. Why the hell are you using their creation?

How did I walk right inside your cabin when I was supposed to take a longer route?

Why can't I floo to your office?

Why were my services required at the crack of dawn?

How do you want your records organized?

WHAT IS IN THAT BLOODY FILE?

There you go; the questions I wanted to ask. Studying him glaring holes into that bloody file was rather interesting. From my observations for the past two days, he hadn't really changed much since I had last seen him.

He'd grown much taller and definitely broader in terms of size. I bet he had muscles beneath that black robe of his. His face, chiseled had become more masculine and less pointed. And his eyes were still the calm grey, the kind that reminded you of a disaster impending, the dangerous calm. Draco Malfoy had really grown up from that scrawny ferret, rat-faced moron to a handsome man.

Okay, who am I kidding? He was gorgeous however his personality murdered that one redeeming quality about him.

"If you do have any questions, Weaslette….." He paused, probably for a dramatic effect. "Please hesitate to ask me." And then he smirked. I was so waiting for that.

"You are dismissed. We'll see how you do, later." He said abruptly retreating to his file fantasy. I could only imagine what was so interesting in there. Maybe a comic. Or Play Wizard. Seriously, why the hell was I thinking about his sex life?

I shook all those thoughts out of my head assuming they were early signs of insanity. I left the room as quickly as I had come stopping right in front of a door. I swear it's like the entire place had a mind of its own.

"Lumos." I lit my wand for the second time that day and was greeted by complete untidiness. The place was a mess, really. It was a huge storeroom, nearly the size of the Great Hall back at Hogwarts but about a size or two smaller.

Dust, thicker than cumulonimbus clouds probably resided in here. It was filthy. I couldn't help but think that my mother would have a heart attack the moment she entered this room. And I suppose, its cleanliness was down to me.

There were files scattered everywhere. Shelves were broken apart into pieces; honestly, this place looked as though it was taken apart by a tornado. I stumbled as I entered looking exploring the sight before me, I knew that in my lifetime, I had seen a filthier place but it wasn't me who had to clean it in the end.

Like Fred and George's old room, it was a downright mess in there thanks to all the experimentation that they had been doing. The walls had patches of many bright colored potions that had exploded and soot. Mum had gone totally ballistic and made them scrub it till there wasn't an inch of stain left.

She was brilliant at this stuff, not me. Give her an hour and everything would have been filed back to normal and the entire room would be sparkly clean. Which meant that I needed her help. Whipping out my Iphone, I looked at the time. She would totally be awake right now making breakfast for everyone else in the house, perhaps a little bit busy. However, I was sure that she would be willing to entertain me, her baby girl for a little bit.

As the dial tone connected, I found myself saying in a sheepish voice, "Er…Hey mum! I need your help…."

Three hours later, the place was on its way to being cleaned. Definitely not like mum's but not too bad either. I was covered in dust from head to toe and my nose was really itchy.

"Ahhhchoo!" I sneezed really loudly knocking down a pile of files that I had arranged without the usage of magic.

It was the file containing the records of staff whose name started with the letter 'G'. As I picked them up, a really familiar name caught my eye.

Gerald McDomer? Isn't he the dude whom Tonks was investigating?

I flipped his file open only to view his records. He'd worked the M. Empire for the past fifteen years as a board of director. He was Lucius Malfoy's legal advisor then and now he got promoted to the board of directors when Draco Malfoy had inherited all the wealth. Somehow, all the information tallied didn't make sense. His resignation letter was present too, within the file.

And from my knowledge, you couldn't leave this place unless you were fired. There was something wrong with this case, I knew. My curiosity was piqued; clearly I had been hanging around the Golden Trio too long. This was a mystery I could help Tonks to solve, thus enabling her in spending more time with Teddy.

I sat down quietly with the file in my hand thinking about what I had to do next regarding this matter. That was extracting as much information out of Tonks as I possibly could. Perhaps I could find an alternative.

I was so deeply immersed in my thoughts that I did not notice the presence of another in the storeroom.

"Ginny, are you done?" a friendly voice came up from behind me scaring me out of my wits. I turned behind to see a woman standing at the doorway.

"Why didn't you turn on the lights?" She asked as she clapped twice, turning on the lights. Damn! I felt like such an idiot.

"Probably because I didn't know that it worked that way." I replied rather coolly as I continued with my arrangement. Even with magic, three hours were not enough to stack thousands of files.

I got a good look at her, she seemed friendly enough. I briefly wondered if she was my replacement if Malfoy lost his cool someday and decided to fire me. She wore scarlet robes which were rather striking. They complimented her brunette waves well enough. She was poised and when I examined her figure, pregnant.

"Draco didn't tell you?" She asked me, looking puzzled.

"Nope, dear Draco told me nothing." I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes to myself. Why did she care so much anyway?

"Anyway, if we're done here, I'd like to continue with my work." I really did want to. The faster I cleaned, the faster I could get out of here. I was starting to feel rather claustrophobic amidst the mountainous shelves and stuff.

"Oh, I am here to assist you, Ginny." Where were you all this while, lady?

"But… But… You're pregnant!" I blurted out before I could stop myself. Seriously, did Malfoy like really lose it or something? He sent a pregnant woman to assist me? Was this some kind of test before he fired me or something?

The questions started their own race in my head once again. There was no way I was going to make her help me. Living with the Queen of Hell, Her Royal Highness, Phlegm told me enough about women in her condition. They were not supposed to be doing work.

"Yeah, I am. But it's just a little bit more. Plus, you look like you could use a hand." She shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't know what else to say.

"You know what I could really use…" I told her honestly.

"What?" She looked at me, her blue eyes sparkling with evident interest.

"Company." I said simply. I hated doing stuff alone. My homework had to be done with someone present; someone who was not Hermione Granger Weasley. I'm sure everyone now knew why I didn't do homework on certain days and would end up in detention. Thank Merlin for Channy, seriously.

"Well, I guess I could do that." She said thoughtfully. I briefly wondered what was there to actually consider.

"So Ginny, tell me more about yourself." She transfigured a small shelf into a chair and sat down watching me with a smile on her face.

"Why don't you tell me something about yourself? Like your name for instance." I replied as I bent down to pick up some books.

"Oh dear! I didn't! Well, my name is Natricia Dewulf. I am Narcissa Malfoy's personal assistant." She told had a very pretty name that totally suited her and she was older than me by around five years.

As our conversation went along, I found out a lot of things about the Malfoy Empire. Like for instance, Malfoy had never inherited his father's wealth. Every penny was donated to the charities and orphanages in benefit of those people who lost family in the war. He had started out from scratch.

I was stunned to hear that. Apart from that, the original empire had gone bankrupt during the Great War. Everything else had been put to good use. He was like a younger brother to her as they had grown up together.

"I know what you think of Draco, Ginny. He isn't like that. Not at all." She stood up to perform a cleaning spell on me once I was done with all the arrangements. I had no idea why she wanted to change my perception of Malfoy so much.

Yeah, right coming from the dude who was such as asshole, his ex-girlfriend or ex-secretary made a mess of this room in a fit of anger and he left it like that till I arrived.

While Natricia was studying at Beauxebatons, I was the one dealing with his nonsense in school. Well, not me but the Golden Trio, one and then same thing. Sorry, Natricia, once an asshole, always an asshole.

I know, my policy was rather narrow-minded but it worked for me. In fact, it saved my heart from getting broken by vicious Casanovas time and again. It's not like he treated me very nicely either. So I decided that, I'll believe it when I see it.

My job here was done. I followed Natricia out to Malfoy's cabin door which I figured would be awaiting me. Tentatively, I knocked; a bored voice permitted me to enter.

There he was, this time not boring holes into a file but was in the midst of, I suppose, writing a letter. He looked up and narrowed his mercury eyes when they met my plain, brown ones.

"Weaslette?" He said my name as though asking a question.

"I'm done, Sir." I informed him feeling rather proud of myself. I had realized that I may not have gotten a preference over arrangements but I followed the standard, library style. He had to know where all the records were found. But honestly, with all that high technology, I seriously wondered why they needed a storeroom for all that records. They could be preserved in another method right with the muggle hard drive and back up data system.

"Take down whatever I dictate." He scowled, looking as though he had better to do.

I stared at him clueless until he thrust plain parchment and a classic, eagle-feathered quill into my hand. Ouch! I winced as the sharp nub of the quill pricked my thumb. No wonder he used such a pen. I guess he wanted me to construct a business letter for him.

"Who is the letter for, Sir?" I couldn't help but calling him with a rather sarcastic edge.

"No one you know. Now get on with the letter." He was about to start dictating to me when the door opened and none other than Narcissa Malfoy walked inside.

Have I ever mentioned that she was the type of woman who could walk into the room totally clueless about the aura she gave off and yet make every female's self-esteem take a hike? Yeah, that was Narcissa Malfoy. And today, she looked a bit peaky, definitely paler than usual.

Malfoy immediately stood up to greet his mother. He acknowledged her presence with an elegant peck on both her cheeks.

"Draco dear, I need to talk to you about something. Ginny, would you mind excusing us for a minute or two?" She asked me.

Huh? "Oh yeah, sure go ahead. I'll be right back." Before I left the room, Malfoy stopped me.

"Weasley." His stormy eyes met mine. "Take this."

As I left, I realized, that was the first time he'd actually called me by something I would actually prefer to hear. Guess it took the entry of his mother to make him politer than he ever was.

He had handed me a piece of parchment which instructed me on the assignments I had to do.

The rest of the day actually went by in a flash considering the fact that I had a million things to do. First came constructing the world's best business letter. To be honest, that was my first time writing one and I wasn't sure if Malfoy would approve considering the fact that he wasn't polite in general. Well, not to me at least.

And then I had to organize Malfoy's business meeting schedules. That guy had enough meeting schedules to last him a lifetime. He was a downright workaholic. That took me ages and when it was finally done, I was extremely proud of myself. Everything was in order.

I just about skipped towards Malfoy's cabin to gain his approval. On my way, I took a look at the timings and… CRAP! It had been ages after office hours. There was a standard timing. I supposed things didn't work that way for me, I left only when the boss left.

Tentatively, I knocked on his door, wondering for a wild minute if I was the only soul in the office. Who knows, Malfoy could've gone home and locked me in here.

"Come in, Weaselette." I felt astonished, how did he know it was me?

"I brought your daily organizer. Everything else is done." I said as confidently as I could. Why was he looking at me like that? It sure didn't help that we were probably the only two in this tower.

He studied the entire thing carefully and looked at me expressionlessly. "Is that all?"

"Er… Yes, Sir." I replied, wondering if I had made a mistake.

"Very well then. Follow me." He stalked out of his cabin, his black robes flowing alongside his proud stride.

I vaguely wondered where we were going but to my surprise, it was just next door. He muttered a spell and a glass door appeared.

"This is your cabin, Weasel." He gestured towards the room.

I could hardly believe my ears; I stared at him as though he had just spoken in like Sanskrit or something. And he just sighed, answering my unspoken question. "Yes, Weaselette. You've got the job."

"Are you serious?" "You're freaking me, right?"

"Firstly, language. And no, I am not freaking you; I have better things in life to do." He smirked at me. Yeah, better things in life to do like glare holes into depressing files.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" I screamed, unable to contain my happiness. I sang at the top of my lungs forgetting that it was just us two loners in the tower at the moment and basically just embarrassed myself in front of my boss.

I had converted 'When the Saints Go Marching in" to a ludicrous version which just stated one thing. "I got the job!"

I got the job! I got the job! I got the job, job, job, job, job! I danced around in glee. I had passed the final test! I forgot about Malfoy as soon as I had reached cloud nine. And when I did remember, I turned to look at him, mortified.

His lips were pressed together as though to keep himself from smiling, he was trying to look at me in disapproval but clearly it wasn't working, his eyes were dancing in amusement reminding me of stars in a midnight blue sky. They were strikingly beautiful.

Remember what I said about his personality murdering his good looks though. And suddenly, as though I had totally imagined it, his expression was impassive as though he didn't have a care for the world at all.

I didn't understand why, but it bugged me to see him look so callous as though he had no emotions. I really couldn't explain why at all, I suppose for a minute back then when I did see him actually genuinely entertained, it had touched me that he had emotions after all. My mind is seriously occupied with irrelevant things about Malfoy today.

"Thank you, Sir." I still couldn't bring myself to say it properly in front of him. I mean, we did have history together, like him bugging my tiny, naïve twelve year old self about writing a Valentine to Harry and that Bat Bogey Hex back in my fourth year. Aahh, those were the good days.

My new cabin was really cool. It had this retro look about it with its zebra print chair and other artistic furnishing like the charcoal black leather sofa and ruby red carpet. There was a cute little coffee table and guess what? The best part of all was the gigantic window. The view was simply spectacular.

The scurrying of human ants down the street below; we were so high, I felt as though I was looking into a jewel box with all that light. And the sunset was spectacular; the sky was a tranquil blue with waves of pink and gold spread over like cloth over the setting horizon. I couldn't believe that winter was on its way.

"You are dismissed." Malfoy told me once I had finished looking around, this place could use a little personalizing and then it'd feel great. He grudgingly had to escort me to the company's floo gate since I had no clue where it was.

"You've got to get used to everything around here." He told me as I checked out every other thing that I hadn't seen for the past two days in awe. That was a lot to take in. Seriously, Malfoy was really successful in his business venture.

Once we reached the floo gate, I turned around to bid him a good night, not that I had a choice or anything. Frankly, I'd rather not. He scared me sometimes. He was gone.

I stared at the empty corridor around me; it wasn't possible that he could walk so stealthily with dragon hide boots, that too really quickly, not at all. Maybe he had apparated home or something, but without saying goodbye? That thought was really disturbing. And since when could we apparate around here?

Oh well. I shrugged. That was his problem if he did not wish me. He'd didn't strike me as the type who would leave without a relatively simple taunt. But now that I thought of it, we probably had more things to say about him then he about the entire Weasely clan, us.

"The Burrow." I said as I stepped into the fireplace glad that to end my day, it wasn't that bad after all. I had actually learned something, like a cleaning charm.

Mum wasn't too happy at my arrival because I was late for dinner, not to mention that I wasn't exactly in the cleanest state. Ron had started suspecting that I worked in a garbage dump or something which was really idiotic. For a twenty three year old, he was so dense sometimes.

They were really curious about my first day however and I told them, happily that I had gotten the job officially with my own personal cabin and everything. It was all going to be great, I could feel the positivity gushing through my body. Or maybe that was just my blood.

I was exhausted though, it was really going to take me a while to get used to the whole working thing. I was pretty sure that I could do it. Dinner was absolutely delicious; Mum had made my comfort food, the best thing in the world, chicken pie. Yum! It was as though she had known that I would need it.

I was dead beat, but as I got ready for bed, I noticed a reply to a letter I had sent with Pig who was twittering excitedly. Some things just never changed.

GINEVRA MOLLYANNE WEASELY!

Let's do that again.

GINNY!

Screw Italy right now as beautiful as it is. I mean, I am enjoying myself and everything but nothing as great as your news! DO. NOT. EVEN. THINK. ABOUT. VIEWING. THE. PICTURES. FIRST.

I miss you too, crazy! Wish you were here. We'd have fun, tons of hot guys and everything. I hate the winter and you know that. Prefer to be under the sun at all times.

M. Empire? Draco FREAKING Malfoy?

Nice! I fell off my chair when I read that. Okay, so don't roll your eyes to yourself now. It's my fault. At least you've got someone to drool on. Just relax; if you think you're dead meat, I'm with you all the way. :)

And I know you're feeling guilty about Mr & Mrs Weasely. Give them my love by the way…But, it's your chance to prove yourself. So think about yourself now, Ginny. Don't forget that as much as you loved them, your dreams are more important.

SO back to the main topic. I haven't seen Malfoy in ages. Is he hot? SMOKIN'? I bet he still is….that ….Mmmm… Okay sorry, ignore the drool. Lupin won't say a word; it's your secret to tell. Don't freak out. Give Teddy and Tonks my love too.

Work your ass off, girl.

There, can you please send me a Howler. I actually want to get out of the societal parties I am being forced to attend here. Send it at night, so mum and dad would stop trying to hook me up with everything that is male.

Love ya too,

Channy

PS: *Kicks*

PS2: Any word from Luna lately? Nev told me that she is out of town.

Leave it to Channy to make me feel better. She didn't even have to try hard.

However, she left me thinking...

It's a new job. It's a new day. It's a new life. And I'm feelin'…good.

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