A/N: So today has been a day of HP updates. Crazy I know. I also updated a previous one shot so go read Can I Stay if you want, if you like this. Read and review and I would appreciate it. I forgot where I was going with this story originally, but I sort of came up with another direction (although might be clichéd and predictable) that will hopefully be entertaining.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Chapter 3: Not My House Elf

Her heart was speeding along like a rabbit's as she rushed down the hall and away from the meeting room. No one had ever bothered to let her know the bouncing ferret himself was in charge of the remodel. She was silently cursing herself for having missed the meeting last week where they decided on who to do the remodel. But she was just head of the children's ward, what should she have cared who was remodeling it.

She burst through the doors that led to the stairs, knowing better than to wait on the ancient elevator and started down the stairs. She heard his feet pattering behind her and at a much faster rate than her. Stupid heels, stupid short legs, stupid ferret face.

Just as she reached the landing for the first floor she felt him grab her arm and she turned around to meet him. "Fancy seeing you here," she said before he could speak.

"It was you," he accused her. "You were the girl I danced with at the ball."

"Why do you think that?" Ginny asked him innocently as she backed away from him.

"Like I wouldn't know that red hair," Draco replied rolling his eyes. "Weasley red through and through."

"So what do you want?" she asked him, crossing her arms in front of her chest and leaning against the wall.

"I went to the library."

Ginny smiled, "I noticed and did you find your answer?"

"Obviously," Draco replied. "Like I would ever think to decorate a children's ward in muggle stuff on my own."

Ginny shrugged, "Can I help you with something though?"

"You left me with your stinky shoe," Draco replied dryly. "Although I don't know what you think I would ever want with a Weasley shoe."

"Well now that you know who it belongs to, you could always just owl it to me," Ginny snapped. "And I have a name you know, I'm more than just a Weasley."

Draco sighed, "You're right, but calling you Ginny seems wrong."

Ginny scoffed, "I seem to remember you coming up with lots of interesting names in school. Red, Shorty, Pipsqueak, Brat, Nerd, Munchkin, Weasel."

"Firecrotch," Draco added happily.

"Not that you would know," Ginny replied sorely.

"Don't be like that Munchkin," Draco teased her.

"I'm leaving now," Ginny said as she pushed herself off the wall and headed for the door.

"Oh come on, I was just kidding," Draco said as he followed her out into the main floor. "Plus I have you to thank."

"For what?"

"For giving me such a great idea for the children's ward," Draco replied. "I mean, if it weren't for you I would not have thought to give them their own fantasy land."

"You seem a lot more chipper today than you did the other night," Ginny replied as she pushed through the doors that say 'Hospital Personnel Only'.

Draco followed, undeterred by the fact that he wasn't technically hospital personnel, "Perhaps your red hair just lifts my spirits."

Ginny scoffed at that, "Is there a reason you are still following me?"

"Why did you leave in such a rush the other night?" Draco asked.

"Why are you so nosy?" Ginny replied.

"Answer my question and I will answer yours."

"Because I realized that the best dance I've had in years was with ferret face Malfoy."

"Low blow Weasel," Draco replied.

"Backhanded compliment, actually." Ginny stopped walking and turned, making Draco nearly bump into her. "So why are you so nosey?"

"I'm an inquisitive person," Draco replied. "Having all the knowledge I do has helped me control so much in my life."

"And do you plan on controlling me?" Ginny asked, looking up at him.

"Only if you let me."

"Why do I believe that?"

"Because it's true," Draco replied. "I control nearly everything in my life, what difference would one more woman make?"

"You really believe that," Ginny said shaking her head in disbelief.

"I've never been proven wrong."

"So, how long do you think it would take you to do the remodel?" Ginny asked him.

"A couple of months, why?" Draco asked.

"You are so sure that you can control anyone as long as you have information about them," Ginny said. "So, you have 2 months to see if you can control me and if not then I get a prize."

"What kind of prize?" Draco asked her.

Ginny thought for a minute, "Is there anything you can't have or don't have access to?"

Draco shook his head.

"If I win then I can have whatever I want," Ginny replied.

"And if you lose?"

"You can have whatever you want, that I can provide since I don't quite have the same bank account or connections as you."

"What do you have that I could possibly want?" Draco asked her skeptically.

Ginny shrugged, "I don't know. But since you think you can control anything you know enough about why are you already counting on losing? Or are you scared?"

"I'm not scared, brat," he replied. "Fine I'll play your game."

Ginny smiled, "Good. Well, I have a meeting to get to, so I assume you can see your way out."

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It was later, once Draco was home and in his study reading another Cinderella book that he realized what he had done. A deal with the girl Weasley? What could have come into his mind. He must have gone crazy. And to promise her whatever she wanted if she won their little bet. What if she wanted something he didn't want to give, like his house elf, Marie. She was the best house elf in the country.

Plus he couldn't get to know her enough to control her if he only saw her in between working at the hospital. That wasn't how he worked. Unless it was a strict date contact he had to have some wooing involved. This would never work. That little weasel would win with the parameters that were currently set forth.

He sat at his desk just thinking before pulling out a quill and a piece of parchment and began writing:

Weaselette,

We must discuss more terms in regards to this deal of ours. In my haste earlier I didn't fully think through the true ramifications of what a deal like this would mean. The things I control in my life I deal with quite often and on a daily basis. As the saying goes, I get my hands wet. Although with how much I deal with some things my hands seem to stay constantly pruney.

Because of this I think we must at least set some sort of guidelines for how much time we must spend together. It is all well and good that I will be remodeling your department at the hospital, but that does not mean I will ever see you. So, with that in mind I think we need discuss a schedule of spending time together.

I'm sure you are shuddering at the thought, as am I, but I think in the end it will be a good thing. Firstly, the media loves everything I do and who couldn't love the most powerful man in the wizarding community dating a lowly hospital employee. It will be great news for me and great business for you because soon the donations for your hospital will come pouring in.

There will have to be some rules though, and I will abide by them as well as you. Most importantly, if we are to spend time together (and coincidentally get paired in the papers together) than neither of us can date someone else. I might be a bastard, but I'm only a bastard to one woman at a time.

Further more, you must control your brother. I know him and the minute he sees your face gracing the front of the news paper with me he will fire off a herd of howlers at me. I do not want to deal with this. If anything just tell him you are doing it for the donations. I promise it doesn't make you a working class prostitute.

Meet me tonight at 8:00 pm at that French restaurant on 1st and we will discuss. And do try to do something with your hair that doesn't make you look like a muskrat.

Draco

P.S. You can't have my house elf if you win. Everything else is fair game.