|Teaching the Malfoys
Author: fairy-colors PM
Ginny comes home after 10 years of exile and by fate’s twisted sense of humor finds herself employed by Draco Malfoy to teach his son. She realizes that Draco’s son isn’t the only one who needs to be taught a lesson but Draco, as well.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Draco M. & Ginny W. - Chapters: 12 - Words: 68,151 - Reviews: 436 - Favs: 143 - Follows: 150 - Updated: 08-26-07 - Published: 03-07-05 - id: 2295387
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Teaching the Malfoys
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies. ¾ of the plot is mine, ¼ is jude deveraux'. Borrowed some scenes from one of her books.
Summary: Ginny Weasley comes home after 10 years of self-imposed exile and by fate's twisted sense of humor, she finds herself employed by Draco Malfoy to teach his son. Ginny realizes that Draco's son isn't the only one who needs to be taught a lesson but Draco, as well.
Chapter One – The Case of the Mistaken Identity
Virginia Weasley climbed into the shiny Rolls-Royce that her new employer had provided for her upon arriving from France after her almost ten years of self-imposed exile. A small groan of appreciation escaped her lips as the plush, leather seats caressed her behind after the highly uncomfortable flight she had endured. She watched as the stiff chauffer hauled numerous traveling bags and suitcases into the trunk of the car with exhaustion.
It was a good thing that her new employer had thought they would be too tired to apparate to his mansion and had a car waiting for them instead.
All she wanted was to get to their final destination, was to get some decent rest after that horrendous plane ride she endured. Talk of work and the actual implementation of her job descriptions would have to wait until she gets a decent shower, at least 10 hours of blissful sleep and a hot meal.
She glanced at her right and saw that she wasn't the only one needing those three basic necessities. Nathaniel James Weasley had fallen asleep once he settled himself next to his mother. Her son had climbed silently into the car without a word escaping his lips; it was obvious that he shared her utmost dislike for flying. With all the gentleness she could muster, she pulled the boy next to her so he could rest his head onto her without disturbing his sleep.
"Mom?" Nathaniel called out sleepily, without bothering to open his eyes.
"Yes, darling?" Ginny answered softly, her fingers curling around the downy brown hair of her ten-year old son absently.
"I'm so tired," he mumbled, shifting his body to be closer to his mother.
"I know darling, me too. We'll be at Mister Townsend's house soon and you'll get some rest there," she answered with a sigh before kissing the crown of Nathaniel's head.
"Will we be safe?" he asked quietly, straining to open his eyes to watch his mother's face.
"Whatever do you mean by that?" she asked, a strain in her face showing that she knew exactly what he was talking about.
Nathaniel lifted his head from her shoulders, a deep, old look forming in his face. One that a child, in Ginny's opinion, should never wear. "Mother, I haven't been a child for a long time. You took this job not because you finally missed jolly, old England but because you knew that it's safer now that he's dead."
She closed her eyes and cursed the son of a bitch who placed them into this situation. Nathaniel's father. After getting word that Xander Molineaux, that bastard, had died from a horseback riding accident three months ago, a huge weight had lifted from her shoulders. He wasn't going to follow them anywhere anymore.
"You're too young to be sarcastic," she said pointedly at her son, pinching his nose much to his annoyance.
"Well, you're much too old to be lying to me," he retorted with a grin. Inwardly, Ginny couldn't help but be stricken by a stabbing feeling at the uncanny resemblance of her beloved son to the cowardly bastard who was his father.
"The mother stands corrected then," she said, rolling her eyes. Ginny nodded slightly, a small smile dawning on her lips at the thought of finally being able to walk down the street without having to worry about anyone threatening her being as well as her son's. "I think we're going to be safe. Not that your uncles, seven of them, god bless them for being so many, under any circumstance let harm come upon us."
"That's good to hear," he finally said, after gauging how much his mother was telling the truth.
Smart bugger, she thought fondly. Ginny watched as his son nodded off to sleep once more before letting her mind wander as she watched the familiar scenery fly by her as the luxury car sped off to an unknown destination.
Ten years ago, right after she graduated from the Hogwarts School of Magic, people who knew her believed that she was planning to continue her studies in France as a student in the Le Parisian l'ecole pour Professeurs to train to be a certified magical instructor. But for the people closest to her, her family, she went to France to save them from the shame of being a soon to be unwed mother.
Molly Weasley didn't want her daughter to flee the country just because she was pregnant, it wasn't going to be a cause of shame for them at all, she said. But Ginny knew better. Back then, Arthur Weasley was about to be appointed the Deputy Minister of Magic and her disgraceful state at that time would hurt her father's chances. She would rather flee the country than have her father passed over for that opportunity just because he had a daughter who was stupid enough to get herself knocked up.
Time and time again, the Weasleys visited Ginny in her small apartment in Paris, near where she worked in the private boarding school where rich French and even international boys were often dumped into by their parents who wouldn't be bothered by raising their children. But never in the past 10 years did she step foot back into Britain for fear of being hunted down by the sick bastard who is the father of her son.
Arthur Weasley was now that Minister of Magic, after more than thirty years of loyal service to the British Magical World. And was she glad that being the family of the Minister had some perks such as getting a job immediately that provided lodging, food and other expenses both for her and her son as a private tutor to a son of a wealthy wizard businessman.
According to the profile given to her, the boy was the same age as her son and Mr. Townsend was divorced, with the latter needing a private tutor for his soon as quickly as possible as a replacement for the last one before he left for a business trip to Germany in a month. This became a good opportunity for Ginny since Nathaniel would still be tutored under her while she teaches the Townsend boy as well.
"Madam, I do believe you had requested that we stop by the pharmacy as soon as I have spotted one," the chauffer said amiably, the car slowing to a stop next to a store-lined road. It was a Friday and streets were bustling with people's comings and goings.
"Yes Williams, thank you. I just need to pick up some toiletries before we arrive at the Townsends," she said to him with a smile as he parked the car on the curb before nudging Nathaniel awake so they could pick up their stuff. "Hey sleepyhead, wake up,"
"Are we there yet?"
"Pharmacy. Our toiletries, remember? Or would you rather use that old, ratty, not to mention disgusting toothbrush you have?" she asked with a cheeky grin at her sleepy son.
"I threw that away two years ago, mom," he said, rolling his eyes before getting out of the car after rubbing his eyes of sleep. He paused and looked around, "Sure doesn't look that much different from Paris," he commented, rounding the curb to get into the store with Ginny.
At 29 years old, Virginia Olivia Weasley was still a sight to be beheld by the people who see her. And it was no different at that moment when not a few heads gave her passing glances which she didn't quite notice. Looks like those taught her a lesson when she gave birth to Nathaniel.
After picking up their toothbrushes, brushes, a new set of make-up for Ginny and some razors as well as shampoo, they paid for them in the counter and walked out of the store. "He's been staring at us for a long while now, mother," Nathaniel muttered irritatedly, keeping his head down to be discreet.
"Who? A girl looking at you? That isn't so bad, isn't it?" she teased.
"'He' mom, a 'he'. Over to the left, he's been giving me looks and I don't like it," he mumbled, stealing a glance. "He's doing it right now," he gritted, truly bothered at the arrogant smirk of the boy.
"You mean the boy next to the ladies?" she asked, a frown coming upon her face. The boy was indeed staring at her with such a familiar look with his light blond hair and arrogant eyes that she had to run through her memory as to who he was or who he reminded her of. Her mind came up blank at the moment.
"You mean whores mom. If you haven't noticed yet, this place isn't very reputable," he said, eying the place. It wasn't only the boy who had been staring at his mom but other men in the area.
"Watch the language Nathan," she snapped. "You shouldn't be referring to them as, as…as whatever you called them because they might not—"
"He's right you know, they are whores," a male voice said behind her. "I didn't think that the ponce here had any iota of intelligence with his high and mighty manners," he added smugly, eyeing a reddening Nathaniel. "Indeed, a true mother's boy."
"Leave my mother out of this," Nathan snarled, looking a lot more than his ten years.
"Who's going to make me, you—" Before the sentence was completed Nathan had threw in a punch at the boy and in less than a few seconds were tumbling on the street in a fist fight.
Ginny looked in horror at the violence she was seeing, with her son in it! "Both of you stop this instant! Nathan! Somebody help me here!" she screamed hysterically as her son and the boy continued on pounding one another. The people around were merely pointing at the scene or were simply ignoring it. She tried getting near the two boys but her arm was met by a swinging elbow making her stagger back.
A pair of strong arms caught her waist and steadied her before coming up to the two boys and breaking them apart. Ginny watched as the man gripped the bully's arm and pushed him away before glaring at Nathan. She rushed to him and hugged him, brushing away dirt from his face, kissing his head.
"Oh my God, what were you thinking?" she screamed at the boy who was still eyeing the bully. "You could have been seriously hurt! What were you thinking!" Her hysterics were becoming uncontrollable as she got a glimpse of the wound on his eyebrow. She was so close into hitting Nathan but was stopped by a mocking voice behind her.
"I do believe your son was merely proving his worth as a man," a deep, silky voice said.
Ginny's head whipped around to see who said those insulting words to her son, ready to do battle if necessary. Her words caught up her throat as she drew in the familiar sight before her, her eyes bulging at the least expected person she would see upon arriving in Britain. Just her luck! "You!"
Draco Malfoy's lean frame blocked the rays of the sun that would be grazing down her face if not for his size. Piercing gray eyes penetrated her gaze with that familiar stomach turning amusement much to her utter dismay. His face would be one of the few faces she would never forget since for six years, she endured his mocking arrogance and spiteful mannerisms. Yet she knew that this was not the only reason, Draco Malfoy owned one of the most heartbreakingly roguish features a man can have with his platinum blond hair tied by a brown leather thong, tendrils escaping the hold and falling over his rakish eyes which was at the moment appreciating the sight before him. He was not someone Ginny Weasley would forget, even after 10 years.
"I was brought up to know that that my name is Draco, Ms. Weasley, not You," he said infuriatingly, a condescending smile on his face, his silver-gray eyes dancing in amusement. "I do believe that your son needs to apologize to my son for throwing the first punch," he said, looking at Nathaniel who was glaring back at him. The booy stood behind his father, reaching up to Draco's shoulder's unmistakable 6'2 frame and looking a lot leaner than Draco when he was his age in Hogwarts.
Ginny's jaw dropped at the gall of the man's suggestion. She did not have time to study him aside from his towering height from her own 5'6 frame since insulting him seemed to be a much better option. "I see you haven't changed a bit from that arrogant, self-centered wanker you were when we were in school Malfoy!"
"Looks like I'm not the only one who changed," he said, eyeing the boy net to her interestedly before looking at Ginny's frame slowly. "Definitely not the only one who changed," he added with a smirk.
'You really need to go to hell, Malfoy," she snarled at him, her fists balling in anger. "This conversation is over."
"Your son, if he is your son, needs to apologize to my son for that punch before you go," he said pointedly, crossing his arms.
"Your son needs to fucking learn his manners but apparently since having you as the father, that is highly unlikely for there hasn't been a man born in this world who is as ungentlemanly, uncouth and disgustingly perverse as you are. You can shove an apology up your ass," she seethed, throwing him a last look of disgust before grabbing Nathan's arm and into the waiting Rolls-Royce.
The last image she had of the twin duo was Draco Malfoy's son grabbing a whiskey bottle from the whores that had been surrounding him initially and took a long swig, not leaving his eyes from her before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before having the ladies next to him laugh at his funny antics.
"I pity the boy being raised by the most ill-mannered being in this planet," she raged, taking deep breaths to keep her lungs from exploding from anger. "And you!" she turned to Nathan in anger, "I did not teach you to throw punches at random people!"
"He was insulting you," Nathan answered, glaring back at his mother before a grin came up to his face. "But you have to admit, those were great punches," he said, his smile growing wider.
Ginny's anger melted before gathering her into his arms. "I would have been very proud of you if you weren't being pummeled to death by that boy as well!" she said pinching his arm. "Don't do that again! Now we have to clean you up before we meet Mr. Townsend or he'll think we're uncouth people."
"So who's Draco?" Nathaniel asked casually as his mother wiped alcohol on his open wound, not letting himself hiss with the searing pain he was feeling. "He sure was eyeing you real good mom," he added, seeing his mom's arched eyebrow go higher at the question.
Ginny plucked another cotton ball from their toiletries to wipe the drying blood off his forehead. "We went to Hogwarts along with your Uncle Harry and Ron as well as Aunt 'Mione and he made our lives a living hell by being the worst prat that had ever lived. Let's just say that being a scrawny girl at that time, which I was back then, wasn't so easy with Malfoy and his hulking brainless cohorts roaming the hallways," she said, making a face at what she was remembering.
"He didn't think you were still a scrawny girl back there," he pointed out as Ginny opened a band aid to cover split skin. He remembered the way the man looked at his mom languidly which made him frown. "He was looking at you real good, mom."
"Hmmmm…Well, he can eat his heart now, don't you think? As horrible as seeing Draco Malfoy as soon as we come home from a 10-year exile, we won't be seeing much of him at all," she said, winking at him before ruffling his already mussed up hair.
The car entered a tree-lined road, a far cry from the bustling city street that they were in a couple of minutes ago. It was all-together a different world from the one they left behind. It truly was since Ginny saw the Wizard's Enclave sign before entering the road. This was obviously a wizarding community for the rich families who could afford having the prime land of Britain. The vehicle entered a driveway as soon as tall, imposing black wrought iron gates swung open to let them in. An intricate letter M formed at the top of the curving iron which puzzled Ginny since the family's last name was Townsend. Her thoughts left her upon seeing the main house that they would be staying at.
Quarter of a mile from the gate stood a four storey Victorian style mansion which upon closer inspection when Ginny and Nathan stepped out of the car, had four towers surrounding the house and divided it into four wings. "Holy cow, this place is huge," Nathan whispered, taking in the entire sight with his young eyes. "Look mom, they have horses!" he pointed to the side where a corral was with three beautiful mares prancing about. "Whooaaaaa. Mr. Townsend sure is rich," he commented.
"Good afternoon madam, I'm Broadbent, the butler. Mr. Townsend will see you now," an elderly man said behind her. His eyes were soft but his eyebrows were hooked like a hawk's which gave him a sharp and hard image.
"Oh, oh, yes, that would be lovely," Ginny said with a smile, wishing that they were shown into their rooms first since they were so tired. Nathan secured his hand into hers as they walked into the marble foyer decorated with various antiques and large mirrors. They were shown into what seemed like a barrister's office.
Ginny's image of the rich and powerful wizard tycoon was completely different from the person standing in front of them but remained quiet with her thoughts. He was short and plump with a bald, graying hair and a moustache. His brown eyes were affable enough to be comfortable around him but his somewhat hasty movements unnerved Ginny.
"Good afternoon Miss Weasley, Nathan," he greeted warmly at the pair before coming from behind his desk, shaking Ginny's hand firmly. "I'm Henry Townsend and I must say, I am very pleased to meet you both. Of course it was lovely to have the minister's highly regarded daughter teach here," he said, nodding his head.
Ginny smiled embarrassedly at the reference he made about her father. "Teaching is my passion sir and it has always been my first interest so I know I will be able to handle your child," she said with a warm smile.
"My child? Whatever do you mean by that Ms. Weasley?" Mr. Townsend asked with a puzzled look at the girl before being interrupted by Nathan who had was by the windows and observing the horses.
"Your home is very lovely," Nathan said, glancing at the already puzzled man who was looking back and forth from Ginny to Nathan.
"I'm afraid both of you are mistaken," Henry said with a chuckle, realizing both their mistakes. "I am not your employer. I simply hired you, Ms. Weasley," he explained mildly to the lady.
"You're not my boss?" Ginny asked bewilderedly, a frown forming on her face. "But you corresponded to me about all of these," she added, looking at Nathan who was staring at her as well for answers.
"Oh don't worry my dear, you're still hired," Henry chuckled. "I'm just not your boss."
"If you're not my employer, then who is?" Ginny asked, eying the amused barrister.
"Your new employer would be Mr. Draco Malfoy."
"WHAT!" Both Ginny and Nathan shouted upon hearing the name. "I'm afraid you're mistaken Mr. Townsend, Draco Malfoy cannot be my employer—"
Just then, that familiar deep and mocking voice sauntered into the room. "Unfortunately, I apparently am. You, on the other hand, Virginia Weasley, am not whom I was expecting to teach my son," he said levelly at her. She watched as he walked behind the desk before seating on the leather seat, his lithe frame lounging carelessly as he eyed her carefully, a tilt on his lips told her that he was mocking her, making the temperature of her blood rise once again.
"I believe that we have gone through this already Miss Weasley, my name's not You," he said amusedly at her almost shaking frame.
"You're not supposed to be my boss," she retorted hotly.
Draco lifted and eyebrow and tapped his fingers on the table, "Who were you expecting? Henry over there?" Henry was situated next to him, a small smile on his face. "He's my head solicitor and he was the only tasked to find my son a tutor and I am assuring you, you're not fit to handle my son as to what happened earlier."
"I am more than capable to handle boys. I am not tasked to be able to fight with boys to get them to behave!" she fired back, glaring at his already irritated gaze.
Draco removed his feet from the desk and stood up. "Miss Weasley, with all due respect for all your capabilities as a teacher as well as your apparent control over children," he said, stressing the words and implying the meaning behind them to what had transpired that afternoon, "I do not think you will be able to tame that uncontrollable son of mine with your dainty words and impeccable manners. What my son needs is a prison warder not someone like you, which is why I am firing you right now." Draco strode out, leaving three speechless people in the room. "Ms. Weasley, you're fired."