Nothing belongs to me.
XIV: Holiday
All the Aurors working at the time had assumed an atomic bomb detonated with the sudden explosion, but in reality, Ginny Weasley was just really angry.
"Calm the hell down, Ginny!"
"Don't tell me to calm the hell down, Potter!"
If she didn't owe this month's rent, Ginny probably would have quit here and now.
Following Harry into the Auror career wasn't the smartest thing she'd ever done, but it paid well.
"You're expecting me to just be okay with this!" she demanded.
"Ginny, Draco is one of the best Aurors on the force." He was right. Apart from Harry, Draco was the best. Who'd've thought that one day the son of a Death Eater would work as a Dark wizard catcher? "And he's perfectly okay with this."
Ginny huffed, stomping around Harry's office. Though Malfoy had long stopped belittling the Weasley name, it didn't improve her opinion of him.
"And you've got no choice. As your superior, I have every right to assign you to whatever case I please." Ginny cursed the day Harry became Head of Department.
"But couldn't I be partners with Ron or something?"
"You know that Draco is the only Auror fluent in Italian, Ginny."
She dropped into the chair in front of Harry's desk. "Oh, all right." she muttered, rubbing her temples. "But do we really have to share a hotel room?"
"Well, you'll be posing as a young married couple on holiday, so I expect, yes, you'll have to."
Ginny needed a drink.
Resigned, she got to her feet and made for the door. "I'll be expecting a raise for this, Potter."
"Fat chance."