Gina

Chapter one: Hello Stranger

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London, June 20^th 2008

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The young redhead shook her head in frustration. Across the table sat Heather Thomas, the head of CIA (Counter Intelligence Auror division). Mrs. Thomas was a beautiful woman in her early fifties, many would be fooled into believing that she was harmless but Ginny Weasley knew better. To become head of anything within the aurors your spine had to be made of nothing short of steel.

"Draco Malfoy?"

Mrs. Thomas nodded, "Yes."

Ginny shook her head in disbelief.

"You want me to go undercover to investigate Draco Malfoy?"

"Yes."

"Have you completely lost your mind? We went to Hogwarts together; he and my brother Ron were sworn enemies... I won't work, don't you see? He will recognize me the moment I step trough the door."

Mrs. Thomas smiled at Ginny's rant.

"Miss. Weasley, when was the last time you saw Draco Malfoy?"

"Err, I'm not a hundred percent sure, but I guess before the war erupted, so that would be in the middle of my sixth year at Hogwarts."

So you have not seen him since you were sixteen am I right?

Yes but still...

Mrs. Thomas opened the portfolio that was resting on the table. From the first page a younger, happier Ginny Weasley was waiving to the camera, in the background you could see Hogwarts main entrance. Ginny smiled at the memories, the picture had been taken two short weeks before Voldemorts attack. Back when Ginny had still been a child without knowledge to the darker aspects of life. Next to it was a muggle photo; it was from her latest promo shots taken two months earlier. The woman in the second picture was beautiful in a way the young Ginny Weasley had only hoped to become. Gina Weston was surrounded by an air of mystery and elegance. It was almost inconceivable that the pictures were of the same person.

Ginny studied the pictures for a second before nodding to Mrs. Thomas.

"Fine, I'll do it. So what exactly do you want me to do?

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Three hours later Gina Weston was taking a bath in her suite at Royal Garden Hotel.

The Aurors weren't exactly known for their extravagant use of money, but woe and behold they had actually reserved the Garden suite in her name.

As the soothing scent of her vanilla bubble bath washed over her she was finally able to relax and process the information Mrs. Thomas had given her.

When the war had erupted during Draco's seventh year he had left the country instead of joining with Voldemort, he had not returned until two years ago. Then setting up several nightclubs in both the wizard and muggle realm of London, no one really knew for sure where he got the finances to set up his businesses, but it was assumed that he had inherited money after his parent's demise in his sixth year.

Over the last two years Draco had been successful in most of his endeavors, it seemed like he had a real knack for business. The problem was that he was becoming increasingly powerful in the wizard world, and after the lessons learned in the wake of The War of Shadows, the aurors now wanted to know if he was a potential death eater, or at least supporting Voldemort. Even though Voldemort had been banished after the war, the Aurors had learned their lesson and was still keeping a watchful eye to prevent him from ever rising again.

Her mission was simple enough, to infiltrate Malfoy's operation in London to confirm if he was a Voldemort supporter or not. The CIA's problem was that Malfoy knew most of their operatives and therefore it was hard to find someone to perform the investigation. Ginny was the perfect choice, she knew Malfoy from school but there was almost no chance he would recognize her since most of the wizarding world assumed she was dead. Gina Weston was a well known performer on the American club scene, and therefore she already had the perfect cover story.

Mrs. Thomas was probably already spreading the story the had come up with already, Ginny had been informed that the singer who was supposed to perform at Malfoy's newest club, "The Serpent" opening in two days, had been involved in an "unfortunate accident" and would not be able to perform for the two months Malfoy had hired her.

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Draco Malfoy was nursing a rather bad hangover, when his assistant hesitantly knocked on the door. Tabitha Jackson had worked with Draco for the past two years, but still the young American witch had a healthy dose of fear when it came to dealing with her employer in a bad mood. The club was about to open in two days, but the main attraction had called the previous night and informed them that she was canceling due to disease. Draco had roared into the phone that he didn't care if she had the bubonic plague as long as she was there for opening night. That previous evening had ended with the young starlet sobbing into the phone, Tabitha being blamed for everything from world hunger to small-pocks and Draco drinking himself to a stupor.

"What!"

Draco's head was still firmly placed on the top of his desk when Tabitha entered the office.

"Good morning Draco."

"What is so damn good about it?"

"Err; I believe I may have found a replacement for the opening night."

Draco suddenly snapped to attention, furiously rubbing his aching forehead.

"What?"

"Have you ever heard of the American singer Gina Weston?"

"Yeah, she's that New Orleans redhead, right?"

"Yes, well it would appear that the lovely miss. Weston just arrived in London to take care of some personal issues and is currently looking for employment."

Draco looked interested for a moment then shrugged.

"But she is a muggle. I don't see what she can do for us."

Tabitha smiled one of those "I-know-something-you-don't" smiles that normally drove Draco furious and started explaining.

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"So this woman, Heather at the ministry told you that Gina Weston has connections to the wizard word, like what? Is she a squib or something?"

Tabitha smiled and shrugged.

"How should I know? I'm just telling you what I heard."

"Right then, why are you still here?"

Tabitha gave him a slight glare, Draco Malfoy could be such a prick at times.

"Should I give her agent a call then?"

"Yes."

Draco smiled to himself.

"Who knows, maybe this will work out in the end."

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Gina's agent called that same evening informing her that a certain club owner in London was willing to pay her an obscene amount of money if she was willing to perform at his club for two months. It seemed like Mrs. Thomas had been working fast on spreading the rumor that Gina Weston was in town. Two hours later Gina Weston arrived at The Serpent for the first sound check.

Ginny, or rather Gina had put a lot of effort into her appearance for her first meeting with Draco Malfoy in over seven years. Gone were all traces of the girl he had once known, there was no way he would ever recognize her.

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Draco Malfoy was having a bad day. A very bad day. And as if the day hadn't been bad to begin with he now had to cancel his date with Linda Howard, miss November, to oversee Gina Weston's sound check. Who actually had the audacity to be almost half an hour late. He suddenly heard voices coming from the the stage and assumed that the talented Miss Weston had finally made an appearance. The sight that greeted him almost made him speechless.

"Bloody 'ell!"

"She's a looker that one."

The latest comment came from Ryan who was the clubs assistant manager. It seemed like the young Miss Weston had indeed made an appearance, and what an appearance it was. The voluptuous redhead was wearing leather pants, the kind that was so tight it left any man in immediate proximity unable to function, when all the blood rushed in the opposite direction of their brains. To top that off she was wearing some sort of lacy green shirt thing so transparent that Draco swore he could see trough it.

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"Miss Weston, I see you finally decided to show up."

Ginny felt the familiar shivers of fear run up and down her back, Draco Malfoy still scared her, he always had. It was just something about him, especially his eyes that upset her frazzled nerves. He was always so cold and harsh, but she had always suspected that underneath it all was fire. Enough fire to burn her to a crisp. It was hard to explain, even to herself, just the general feeling of unease when he was around. She took a deep breath to compose herself before turning to face her old enemy.

"Mr. Malfoy, it's a pleasure to meet you. I have herd so much about you, but don't worry I don't believe most of it."

"Oh, but you should. I take great pride in my reputation."

Draco almost grinned; the chit had just insulted him. He knew he had a reputation for being an utter bastard, one he was quite proud of actually. And this girl had just dared insult him.

"Really?"

Draco smirked and nodded.

"That's such a shame."

Draco looked confused for a second before she continued speaking

"Oh well, gonorrhea couldn't have happened to a nicer person."

With that Ginny turned back to the stagehand she had been talking to before, with a smirk that would have made Voldemort proud on her face. The crew were all trying not to let their boss their amusement.

Draco stood still for a second, watching as Gina's shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. "We'll see Miss Weston, just who had the last laugh. We'll see."