Dear Daria

December 23

Today was the first day that I was alone and Sharon was gone. Apparently, Malfoy didn't know that. Here is how our conversation went:

"Hey, can you tell--where's Sharon?"

"Gone," I respond. He really is an idiot sometimes.

"I thought that was tomorrow," he said, scratching the back of his head. "Well, if you wouldn't mind I would like to call 'La Magique' in Diagon Alley and ask them if they still have my reservations for tonight at seven. If they don't, well, give the phone to me. I don't care at all what they are doing."

"I was shocked--" I started, but then I stopped. I don't know why, but ever since I found out that he thought I was pretty, I've been acting strange. Not that I'm not strange, but...I don't know. You see here's what happened. At the end of my sixth year at Hogwarts Harry defeated Voldemort. However, there was a battle of epic proportions (I've always wanted to say that!) and I came face to face with Malfoy's dad...Malfoy Senior, I suppose. Now, being the pond scum of the earth that he is, he put a very painful unforgivable on me. It was on me for a good five minutes. Now, the doctors say that I should be fine, but sometimes I have my doubts (for reasons, see previous entries). I did develop some of Luna's personality as I hung out with her the most after the incident. Well, her and Fred and George. Now, back to the past-present.

"You were shocked with what?"

"Well, your office has a fellytone," I held it up for emphasis. "I didn't expect that."

"Well, I don't expect you to go around throwing biscotti around at people's heads, but you still proved me wrong." That jerk! It is so back to square one! I can say that now, but that's not what I did say.

"I didn't--alright! Yes, I did! Sue me! Whatever. It was funny!" I laughed for emphasis.

"It was not funny!" He got all defensive, it was quite funny and endearing. Not that I would be endeared by anything that he would do. We are in a working relationship now...shite! We're in a working relationship! He's my bloody boss! I can't mess with him for a solid month! Gods! This is ruining my life!!! I can't mess with Malfoy! Where is the justice in that?!?!?! He could fire me!!! Bloody Hell! Wait...wait...! Ha! If it's outside of work...I could claim that he was sexually harassing me and get him fired!! Ha ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

-Later-

Bored...bored...bored...bored...bored...bored...bored...bored...

-Yet Awhile Later-

Bored...bored...Yes! Fellytone!

I pick up the phone and say, "Yellow?"

"No," responded the voice on the other end. "This is from Mr. Green's office. This is his secretary, Gladys, speaking."

There was no emotion in her voice at all. It was highly entertaining. I decided to mimic it. "This is Mr. Malfoy's office. This is his secretary, Ginevra, speaking."

"Mr. Green has informed me that he will not be able to attend dinner with Mr. Malfoy because a member of his immediate family has passed away." This was code, of course. I had already cracked the secretary lingo. He told her that he didn't want to have dinner with someone as asinine as Malfoy so she lied for him. Would I lie for my boss? That's a big fat nope! There was only one reason that she was lying for her boss. She was madly in love with him.

"I will tell, Mr. Malfoy," I responded in a flat tone. This so made up for the boringness that was this job before.

"Mr. Green has told Gladys--" THAT IDIOT JUST REFERRED TO HERSELF IN THE THIRD PERSON!!!!! I DON'T EVEN DO THAT! COME ON!!! Maybe I should... "to have the meeting rescheduled."

"Well, Mr. Malfoy is free on--" I pulled out my wand and requested the latest free date. "December 25--no, that won't work. That's Christmas. Hold, please."

I got up and walked over to the door to Malfoy's office. I knocked once and entered it. I learned that trick from my Mum. She still knocks so you can't get mad at her. I caught a glimpse of a wad of paper being thrown at the rubbish bin. The floor was positively littered with papers. Someone was playing. "Malfoy? Do you celebrate Christmas?"

"Yes," he asked regarding me curiously. My face lit up.

"Really!"

"Yes, really. Why?"

"Because!" I spoke up. "You don't seem like the Christmas type. You seem more like a person who burns books on Christmas. Anyway, thank you...sir." I left the room. I picked up the phone. "Yellow?"

"No, this is Mr. Green's secretary Gladys," the secretary sounded aggravated, but her tone remained flat.

I bit back a snicker. "Gladys, darling! How have you been?!" I squeal out, just as Malfoy walked out of his office. Brilliant timing.

"Malfoy, do you get together with your mum on Christmas Eve?"

"Yeah," he nodded, mutely. There he goes! Agreeing with his bloody self, again.

"Nope, not Christmas Eve either. Oh! Nope...I don't assume you go after Christmas shopping."

"That's a big no," he responded, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I just usually fund it."

"Fun. Do you want a relaxation day?"

"Why?"

"In a minute..." I held up a finger for emphasis as I flipped through the date book. All of the dates in which my beloved boss (that was sarcasm...damn how that doesn't show up in writing) worked were sparkling brilliantly. Which meant that he was booked.

"How's January fifth?"

"Mr. Green is busy that day," I flipped through the notebook.

"Nope, sorry. Mr. Malfoy is busy. Unless you would like a meeting next May, I suggest that you boss cancel his meeting."

"I shall get back to you."

"Thank you kindly," I smiled into the fone. I then hung it up. Malfoy went to talk, but I put my hand on his mouth to shut him up. The fone rang. I am too good.

"Yellow?"

"No--Mr. Gree-nevermind," she stated. I think the dear finally understood that that's how I answer the phone. "Hey" (how I usually address people) did not seem appropriate in the business environment. "I have just phoned to inform you that Mr. Green will be able to meet Mr. Malfoy on the fifth of January. They shall meet at 'La Magique' at six o'clock in the morning. Thank you and goodbye."

"Bye," I respond lightly and hung up the fone. I removed my hand from Malfoy's mouth. He looked stunned. "Mr. Green had to cancel your meeting. It's been rescheduled to the fifth of January. You are meeting at six in the morning."

"Six?" he grumbled darkly. I shot him a funny look. Was he whining at work? Both of my eyebrows shot up. Not one, but two. Only the high and mighty Draco Malfoy can quirk one eyebrow up. The rest of us have to raise two...actually I think Bill can do one eyebrow...I shall tell him later.

"Why did he cancel?" He was composing himself now. Looking more professional, I might add.

"Someone died," I laughed lightly. ONE of his eyebrows shot up in the air. "His secretary lied, of course."

"Gladys? I don't think she's capable of lying," he responded, sitting on my desk and playing with a paper weight.

"She most certainly is. I mean I would lie for you if I loved you. Don't expect me too though. I don't love you...I don't like you."

"Thank you," he furrowed both of his eyebrows. I'd like to see him furrow one of his eyebrows. Take that Draco Malfoy! "Are you implying that you think that Gladys loves Charles?"

"That's my brother's name," I mused. Then I popped back to reality momentarily. "Yes, I am implying that, if that's what you're implying." I had him now.

"As that's what I just said, I would say that I was indeed implying that. However, I may also have to imply that you are greatly, greatly, greatly mistaken."

"Why would that be?"

"Mr. Green never fully...he's gay."

"So you were having dinner with a gay man?" I smirked. This was too good.

"I was having dinner with a man who happens to be very influential in the magical world in America."

"Well, la de da," I smirked. He must know that I don't care. Either way I am so going to hang it over his head.

"I'm bored."

"That was random." I was expecting him to do anything, anything but that. That threw me off a bit. I was supposed to be saying all of that crap. "Why are you here? You're the boss, just leave."

"I can't just leave! I'm not the boss, either. I'm just a boss. A very young boss. So, therefore, I'm looked down upon."

"Oh," I nodded once. Then the fone rang. I picked it up. "Yellow?"

"Would you please refrain from answering the telephone in that manner." Telephone? Oops! I've been saying it wrong! What a strange thing. Malfoy knew something muggle and I didn't. Mind you, he works with them, but I'm a bloody secretary! Well, sometimes. I should know these things! Well, most of the time I do work with the Floo Network. Few branches of the Ministry actually work with telephones. It actually depends on the man in charge. That, in itself, opened up an entire can of worms. Ha! Can of worms! I don't get that. If you open up a can of worms then you know what you're opening up, right? I don't get it. But then again...maybe you wouldn't know and then when you went to make vegetables or something you get a can of worms. That would be shocking and I would have my questions. Anyway, back to the point of the story. There's not actually a point yet, but it was funny.

"Hello? Is this Draco Malfoy's new secretary?"

"Why, yes. Yes, it is. May I please ask who's calling?"

"This is his mother, Narcissa, dear." The woman stated. I mouthed 'your mum' to Draco and he went and hid in his office. I followed him in.

"Would you like to speak with Mr. Malfoy?" I ask politely. Maybe if I befriend his mother I can make his life...and my life...incredibly interesting.

"Yes, please. I'm going to see if he wants to have lunch with his dear old mum," the woman smiled. Well, it sounded like she was smiling. I handed the phone to my boss. He gave me a look before he spoke.

"Draco Malfoy's office," he was pretending to be oblivious. "Oh, hello, Mum. How've you been?...Yes, I know I haven't spoken with you in awhile...No, mum, I didn't disconnect the floo hub for the sole purpose of making you buy something muggle...I know that was father...I know that you have nothing against muggles...I know, mother...No, ma'am I'm not giving you attitude...I promise...Yes, she's very nice. Slightly crazy, but nice none the less...Ginevra Weasley...Yes, they seem like a nice family, Mum...No! I do not want to marry into it...Busy...sorry..."

I'm dead serious! That's how the conversation actually went. It was funny as HELL!!! Though, I don't suppose hell would be that fun. I'll ask Malfoy when we're reincarnated. I'll be above him then...I wonder if he'll be a worm. I'd have a hard time asking him then. Then the telephone was handed back to me.

"Yellow?"

"Hello, Ginevra, honey. Would you like to join me for lunch as my son has further obligations?"

"Further obligations, huh?" I gave him a knowing look. He was doing absolutely nothing all through lunch. I could tell his mother that or not. I decided to spare her feelings. The poor woman. "I would love to join you for lunch. It would be positively delightful."

Crack! I spun around and Malfoy's head was against the wall. I think he banged it purposely. Why would anyone in their right mind do that? Is there a left mind? I dunno...

"When is your lunch break, darling?"

"In ten minutes," I responded.

"See you at the café in Diagon Alley then," she stated and hung up the phone. I stuck out my tongue at Malfoy. He didn't notice as he was still banging his head repeatedly. I found out why later.

"Hello," came a voice from the doorway. At this point Draco stopped banging his head and smiled. I didn't know he could smile! It was actually kind of cute. Not that I thought that or anything. I turned to see a guy. A guy! Well, thoughts that he was gay came flooding back into my head until I found out who it was. Draco nodded in his direction. "Who is this?"

He was hitting on me! Not yet, but you'll see. "Sharon's temporary fill-in, Gin--"

"Can I order them to come like this?" he asked.

"Blaise Zabini, I would like you to meet Ginevra Weasley."

"Wait! Ha! You didn't tell me that! Her brother must have repeated aneurisms!" Blaise was laughing his arse off for whatever reason. "You were right, mate. She's changed. You didn't tell me that she was your secretary."

"It happened three days ago," he grumbled and summoned his jacket.

"You wouldn't need one if you didn't have your hub disconnected so your mother couldn't check up on you every five minutes."

"She got a phone," he grumbled. Blaise snorted.

"Took her long enough to figure out what it was."

"Five blissful months," Draco smiled. "Ginevra is going to lunch with her."

"So you do have plans!" I squealed excitedly. "And that conversation you were having with Zabini...I have no idea what you were talking about."

Blaise snorted again, and Draco looked mortified. "I was delusional! And clueless!" he sputtered. Blaise snorted and they left. I scribbled this down in ten minutes...wow! I know! Good thing I charmed the ink and talk fast, huh? Now I'm going to apparate.

-Lunch-

Narcissa (she gave me permission to call her that) has just excused herself. I now know why Draco was repeatedly banging his head in the wall. She is a nice woman. Well, nicer than I would have expected. She's very nice, but a tad prying. Here's a sample of some of the questions she's asked me:

"How long have you been working for Draco?"

"How does he act on a regular basis?"

"Do you fancy him?"

"Do you find him attractive?"

"Would you like a big family?"

"When do you plan on settling down?"

Then she said..."You're a free spirit, aren't you Ginevra? You would be a good match for my son. He's a tad uptight."

It was like she was sizing me up. I think she wants me to marry him and have her grandchildren or something. It was positively crazy. Here she comes, Daria. I have to put you back in my purse now.

-Later-

His phone rang twelve times after I got back. Other than that I didn't have anything other to do. So I talked with Malfoy (who was bored out of his mind, and partially fuming). Actually, I didn't really talk to him. I am a liar. I did a bit...you'll see. It's very late and I'm tired now. After lunch his mother came to talk with him. He and Blaise were laughing about something or other in his office. His mother entered.

"Draco, so you didn't want to have lunch with your own mother, but you can have it with your best friend!"

"I couldn't blow off Blaise!" Draco exclaimed. He acted like the entire idea was preposterous. "Not today."

"Not any day!" She put her hands on her hips. It briefly reminded me of my mother. Even though Narcissa looks nothing like my mother.

"We weren't out to lunch," Blaise stated. "We were shopping." Shopping! Shopping!

"What was so important that you had to blow off your mother?"

"Blaise needed my help in picking out an engagement ring for Daphne," Draco stated meekly. Honestly, there wasn't another word for it. He knew what was coming. After spending an afternoon with Narcissa I knew what was coming. I never know what's coming.

"Blaise! How wonderful for you?! Where is it?"

"Here," he pulled it out of his pocket. It was positively beautiful. "Drake picked it out. I have no taste for these things."

"You were not raised by my mother," Draco murmured under his breath. I caught it. So did Narcissa as she glared at him. Blaise handed the ring to me. It was lovely. There wasn't a word to describe it. I guess 'lovely' was a word to describe it, but...

"You want my reservations for 'La Magique,'" Malfoy offered. Blaise shook his head.

"No thanks, I plan to get Daph a puppy for Christmas Eve. Then, when the puppy wakes her up the next morning, there will be the ring tied around its neck and me nowhere in sight."

"Where'll you be?" I questioned. I can't believe Christmas is the day after tomorrow. It was unbelievable. I still have to work tomorrow, but I leave early. Maybe that's why today was relatively slow.

"I'll be at my flat finishing up decorating it."

"Decorating?" Narcissa questioned.

"I'm going to muck it up with rose petals and candles and get rid of all the furniture. Then, I'm going to have a table in the center. It's going to have orange juice in wine glasses and chocolate chip pancakes. They're her favorite. I've been practicing making them all month. She's going to apparate to my flat in her red, frilly bathrobe, that I hate, and her hair will be a mess and I know that she's never looked more beautiful than in that moment."

"That's sooooo cute," Narcissa and I squeal at the exact moment.

"You're one of the true romantics in this world, if only my son could take a leaf out of your book."

"Mum..." Draco said. His voice was dangerously low.

"You're not going to get your wish for quite awhile Narcissa. Draco dates quite frequently, actually. He just hasn't met someone he likes well enough."

"What about Pan--"

"Pansy's and idiot and I hate her," Draco spat out. Blaise then cleared his throat.

"I think I ought to be going. Narcissa, would you like to accompany me out?"

"I would love to, Blaise," Narcissa stated. She actually glared at her son. It reminded me of the time that Percy sought forgiveness. Of course, my mother had been bawling her eyeballs out. They left. So there I was...with Malfoy...who was fuming...alone.

-Later-

"Why don't you take the next hour off," he gritted out. He had spent the last few hours breaking things in his office. I didn't cross him.

"I don't really trust you," I stated. He looked at me, raising an eyebrow. I finally cracked. "How the bloody hell do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"The one eyebrow thingy! I hate you for it!"

"You hate me for more than that, I hope. I don't know why, honestly. It's got to be a muscle thing."

"Well, how can I get my muscles to do that?"

"No idea," he shrugged, then he smiled. "You're a strange one."

"Yes, you've told me," I replied. He grabbed his jacket and went to leave.

"What are you going to tell your boss?"

"Sod my boss, they can't get anyone else for this sodding job anyways."

"Why?"

"Because no one wants it. It's bloody boring...correction, I beat out one person for the job."

"How did you do that exactly. You're terribly young to be the head of a department."

"I speak fifty languages. Not all fluently, but I still speak them."

"Holy crap! Is that even possible?" I think I looked like a fish, but fifty languages? Holy Crap! We exited the building and the thing was I didn't even realize it. It was dark out.

"I really have no life," he shook his head sadly. I actually pitied the bugger. We continued walking.

"Where did you find the time?"

"I made time, I don't sleep a lot. My father thought it would be funny if I could curse someone out in every language. I thought it would be stupid, but I learned none the less."

"So are we going back to work in an hour or are we playing hooky for the rest of the day?"

"Well, judging at the fact that it's six thirty means that we only have an hour and a half at the office anyways."

"True--"

"Do you want the reservations?"

"What?"

"I can't use them, do you want them?" There he goes with the money throwing thing again. I don't take it personally though. I think he was trying to be nice about it. I could never afford a place like that.

"Well, maybe your boyfriend could take you out or something. I mean, I'm sure Potter wouldn't mind."

"Harry's not my boyfriend." I said this meekly. MEEKLY!!! Do you know how pathetic that is! It was like I liked him or something. Which I definitely don't! Crushing on the boss is a big no-no. "Harry's married."

"Married?!"

"Have you been in a hole or something?! It was posted all over everything!"

"I don't socialize with people who would care about that."

"Don't you read the Daily Prophet!?" I exclaimed. He really did live in a hole! I swear to Gods! Dear Lord! How could someone not know that Harry Potter is married.

"He's married!? To who?"

"Luna."

"Lovegood!? That batty Ravenclaw?!"

"Yeah," I nodded. The look on his face was hysterical in all honesty. I almost died, I did have to grip the wall to keep from falling over as I laughed my arse off at him. He joined me. I didn't know that he was even capable of laughing that hard.

"But she's barking!"

"So am I! You don't see men backing away from me, do you?!"

"Some! I did for awhile!"

"Yes, that's only because you were a scared little boy."

"I thought that you were an escaped mental patient!"

"You were just being paranoid." Mental patient? Honestly! Do you know how difficult it is to escape from St. Mungo's. The only way they don't supervise you constantly is if you have completely lost your mind and are asleep. Hence, the Devil's Snare incident. Devil's Snare is bad. I know it's bad because it fears the light. I mean honestly! You don't see bunnies fleeing the light! Only evil people are frightened of bunnies. Why? Because they're hippity hoppity and they reproduce quickly. Bad guys think that this will give people who like bunnies (i.e. light people) ideas so they start reproducing like mad and before you know it! Bam! Evil is outnumbered by good drastically! I think that's what my parents tried to do. I'm not sure though.

"Paranoid? That may be so, Ginevra, however, you must agree with me that sane people don't go around throwing biscotti at people's heads, having imaginary conversations, and speaking in gibberish."

"I was only having the imaginary conversation with myself because you twitch."

He snorted indignantly. It reminded me of something my brother, Percy, would do. "I do not."

"Do so, when you get aggravated."

"I think I would know if I twitched."

"You're just in denial. This is just like coming out of that dark closet."

"I am NOT GAY!!" shouted he. He would have looked serious, if I hadn't laughed at the faces of the people on the street. He laughed along with me. It's really funny how someone can be beyond pissed off and their mood can completely change with a few words. I guess I just have to be nice to him.

"I know, but it's fun to tease you about. Did you know my brother, Bill, can raise one eyebrow?"

"Still on about that, are you?"

"Yes, I have an idea. You can take your mother to 'La Magique'."

"How about no. Did you survive twenty questions?"

"What? Oh, yes. I guess I did. Apparently, I'm a good match for you. My lightheartedness more than compensates for your analness."

"She said that?"

"Yeah, but I think you're a drama queen. Well, I think you're a queen period, but that's not the point is it?"

"No, you don't." Bugger he caught me. I shouldn't have said 'I know' before. He's evil enough to call me on it...I suppose evil wouldn't be the right word. I'd use annoying now. "I don't understand, though."

"Don't understand what?"

"How old am I?" he asked. I looked at him much like he looks at me.

"Fifty-seven?"

"No! See I could understand if I was fifty-seven! Twenty-seven, even. But I'm twenty-one years old, barely. My birthday was just over a month ago."

"Happy belated birthday," I sang cheerfully. Then I started singing the song from Alice in Wonderland. "A Very Merry Unbirthday."

"Thank you. When's you birthday?"

"Guess."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then why did you care?" I said in a singsong voice.

"I have an idea! Do you want to come?"

"Come where?"

"To dinner with me! That is, of course, if your boyfriend doesn't mind."

"You've met my boyfriend," I said matter-of-factly. He regarded me curiously. I motioned to the empty space by me. "Meet air."

Then he did something that shocked even me. He stuck out his hand and pantomimed shaking someone's hand. "Pleased to meet you air. I was just wondering if you would mind too terribly if I took your girlfriend out to dinner. You know, to celebrate our unbirthdays and all." He leaned closer to the imaginary figure. "What? What was that? Oh, thank you." Needless to say that I laughed my arse off at his antics. He then turned to me. "Yes, I have permission to take you out, but he'll be watching us."

I giggled a bit. "I guess you'll know that you've been misbehaving if a particularly menacing gust of wind comes."

-Later-

"Monsieur Malfoy," the woman greeted him warmly. "'ow 'ave you been?" I would put all of this into you, Daria, but it was quite dull. Actually, I didn't understand anything that they were saying. The woman kept on glaring at me though. I just crossed my arms and huffed at her. For all that trollop (that word makes me think of turnip) knew I was his beloved fiancé. It pissed me right off. At any rate she led us to our table and brought us a bottle of fancy wine. It poured itself in both of our cups and I took a drink. It was nummy. I've never had any that good.

After awhile and we ordered. Actually, I told Malfoy beforehand what I wanted and he ordered for me. I found that I couldn't pronounce anything on the menu. Let's just say that we both had a fair amount to drink before the conversation started. "Malfoy, if you had to rate yourself in bed, one through ten, what would you give yourself?"

"One being what?"

"Incompetent."

"Ten being?"

"God."

"Ah, well, I'd have to say five." Five! That must have been a blow to his ego. "I mean, I think I'm good, but I don't know if the girls I was with faked it. It's really hard to tell. My mother told me that women often fake it. So I've been paranoid."

"How many have you had?"

"Two," he laughed. I snorted and my head buried itself in my hands. "What about you, how would you rate yourself?"

"I wouldn't call myself a limp fish, but I've never had sex so I wouldn't know."

"Sucks to be you," he snorted into his glass as he went to take another drink.

"Who?"

"What?"

"Who was it with?" I clarified.

"Confidential information."

"Sparing their humiliation?"

"Exactly," he laughed.

"Fine be that way. Have a question for me?"

"Yes, what teacher inspired your wet dreams at Hogwarts?"

"Snape," I responded. There had been this one dream that left me really freaked out, but his hair had been washed. This didn't prevent it from being any less funny to Malfoy, though. His hands went up to his mouth to muffle his outrageous laughter. When he pulled it away he wiped his hands off in his napkin. He must have had wine in his mouth when I responded to his question. "Same question goes to you."

"Alright, you remember the muggle studies teacher in your sixth year?"

"Yes," I nodded. Miss Crawford had been a beautiful woman who was very in love with muggles. She was only about ten years older than the students.

"Ever wonder why she got sacked?" he asked quirking an eyebrow. I covered my mouth in horror and sheer amusement.

"Did-did-" I tried to regain composure only to dissolve into another fit of giggles. "Did you even-even t-take muggle studies?"

"Nope, but I felt bad about making her lose her job like that, so I dated her after I graduated."

"Like the older women, do you?"

"Not particularly." It was sooooo funny. There was music playing and a dance floor, so he offered to dance with me. I accepted. I can dance. Shocking fact about me, huh? Apparently, Malfoy didn't guess this either. NOT ONLY THE WEALTHY CAN DANCE!!! Funny story, actually. But I'll save that for later when I don't have so much to write. The music changed from slow French songs to Latin. I LOVE Latin, though, I've never had a competent partner. Malfoy was, though. We were brilliant. We got the whole floor to ourselves and a standing ovation. There was a part where my face was a mere inch from the floor. It was BRILLIANT!!! Why they were playing Latin music in a French restaurant, was a question that I did not know the answer to. I sat down at the table panting heavily and paid my glass of water much deserved attention. I was then struck with a beyond brilliant idea.

"Malfoy!"

"What?!" I stood up and knelt down beside him. My hand went inside of his jacket. He looked at me like I was crazy, but considering he already knew that about me I became used to the expression. I knew he would have one! I found what I was looking for. His lellucar telephone. So I flipped it open and went to the phone book. Blaise. Blaise's cell. Charles Green. Crabbe. Daphne. Daphne's cell. I want to know what a cell is! Goyle. I skipped down. Patricia. That's what I was looking for. I took out my telephone and dialed the number. Patricia Crawford.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?!"

"Hello?" came an uncertain voice from the other end.

"Hey, I was wondering, you dated Draco Malfoy, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm about to sleep with him and I want to know how you would rate him. One being incompetent and ten being a God."

"I wouldn't say God, but the guy is a nine point five."

"So it's not a waste of time. Thank you."

"What they hell!?" he sputtered. He looked at me in horror. I placed the telephone in his jacket pocket.

"Don't fear that you suck, Malfoy. You're high ranking. Miss Crawford gave you a nine point five." I then noticed how I asked the question. "I'm not really going to sleep with you."

"You scared me for a bit there." What scared me is that I probably would.

-Later-

"How did my first day go?"

"Bonus points for dealing my mother--"

"And your ranting self," I cut in, placing my hand on his mouth so he wouldn't interrupt me. I sooooo know that he wanted to!!! I'm so awesome!! "You can't deny that you were a bastard after lunch until after we left the building."

"I can't, but if I remember correctly, Ginevra, I was polite before--"

"Yeah! Sure whatever!" I said that sarcastically. Not that you would know, because like I said before sarcasm, unfortunately, doesn't transfer over to writing.

"Do you want me to drop you off at your house or use my floo or something?"

"Why do I need to use a floo? I am a perfectly responsible adult!"

"Who's pissed," he clarified. This made up for my anger. I was angry damn it and he had to ruin it by explaining himself. I was too drunk to apparate. Unfortunately.

"I live in Ottery St. Catchpole."

"That's quite a distance."

"I know. Where do you live?"

"About a half a mile," he stated pointing to some random point in the distance I nodded and we ambled (love that word!) towards it. We bantered (even better word!) on about crap. I can't even think of what we talked about in all honesty. How sad and pathetic is that? I was shocked when I saw his house. It was tiny! Well, it was twice as big as the burrow, but I expected it to be Hogwarts sized or something. *Yawns widely.* I'm knackered and about to drop, so I'll include the rest of the day tomorrow, Daria. I'm off to bed. G'night.