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Summary: WANTED: A real beauty, with red long hair, pale skin with shoes size 6, aka Cinderella. He found her, they did it, and all that was left of her was her scent and a shoe. He wants her back, even if he doesn't know her, and that's what he'll get, because Malfoys always get what they want. Of course that's what he thinks.
Chapter 7- Interviews with Redheads
Ginny woke up to an empty house and no breakfast to fill her empty stomach with. Harry had gone off to work early. Ginny could only guess that yesterday night was enough talk for him to take. She got dressed for work but when she was about to leave, she found an owl peaking on her apple that she was going to have as a snack for work.
"There goes my breakfast," Ginny mumbled as she took the letter from Hermione's brown owl.
"Thanks Ed," she said to the owl. She opened the letter to see what Hermione had written to her.
Ron and I are coming home tomorrow from that business trip at Rome. Sorry that we couldn't come back earlier. Why don't we meet up at the new club tonight at 8:00pm? We'll meet you at the bar inside. Please relay the message to Harry. Can't wait to see you two!
Lots of Love,
Ginny read the letter once more and could tell that Hermione was talking about 'Strawberry Republic'. She was going to have to talk to Colin and Luna later for lunch. Ginny grabbed her glasses and headed out to work.
"You look terrible mate," commented Blaise as he strolled right into Draco's office.
"And here I was thinking you'd notice the door was closed," groaned the blond from behind his table. He raised his head from his arm on the table.
"I thought you'd be needing this. Last night was pretty tough. With Potter and everything," Blaise said handing a cup of coffee to Draco.
"Six cup of half and half milk and five packs of sugar?"
"You know it," Blaise said and continued," You were lucky I was there so you could sneak away, but you should have told your mother."
"Uh huh," Draco said drowning in his coffee, "How did you get there anyway?"
"Oh, the owner invited me. It seemed like he knew what was happening at the table. Probably didn't want a war to brake out. But I think he was checking out Weasley."
"Where did you go last night anyway?" Blaise asked casually putting the question into the conversation.
"I went to see someone," Draco answered casually.
"Is the certain someone a redhead?" Blaise asked with raised eyebrows.
"Why would you think I'd go see Pothead's friend?" Draco asked dully.
"Not the fellow. The fella," Blaise said with a teasing smile.
"You mean Weaslette? No," Draco said, unconvincingly.
"Really," Blaise said thoughtfully," That's all I needed to know…" and with that, Blaise strolled out the door, leaving a tired Draco in thought.
"Morning sunshine," Jess said, walking into the office with a cup of freshly made cappuccino. "Here, and I added another pack sugar, just like you like it when you're not tired."
"Thank you Jess," Ginny said, reaching out for the hot cup.
"Anything else you needed Jess?" she asked when the blond was still standing in front of her desk.
"Well, since you asked," Jess said as if she was just asking casually and took a seat, "what were you doing last night? I heard there was something going on at the new restaurant and that the Malfoys, Wellingtons, Zabini, Potter, and Weasley were sharing a table!"
"My god, I think hell froze over," Ginny said, dawning to realization, "I was suppose to have dinner with the Malfoys and Harry wanted to tag along because our anniversary dinner was delayed."
"It must have ended badly."
"That's what I said," continued Ginny," But then Harry had popped the question!"
"You mean that question?"
"In front of Malfoy…"
"Him and everyone else in the restaurant last night," Ginny said, reliving the night.
"And you said no," a statement not a question.
"Yes, I mean no! Urgh! I don't know anymore!"
"Then what happened?"
"Well, the Wellingtons came in and joined us and so did Zabini. So we decided to leave!"
"Yes, we left."
"What happened after?"
"Harry wanted to talk and we didn't."
"What do you mean and then?"
"I know there's an 'and then' in there somewhere Ginny," Jess said, sipping her own coffee.
"Why in the world would you think that?"
"Because I just know," Jess said with a mysterious smile.
"We had a visitor, that all."
"Who was it?"
Ginny had considered her answer carefully, "Someone who was lost. Now get back to work."
"Alright, alright," and with that, the blond left Ginny thinking in her office.
"So what is this for?" Draco asked with an eyebrow raised as he held up a black cloak.
"Try it on," said Ginny, her glance at the file before her. She had made appointments with five of the final thirty candidates. Every one of them had the description of what Draco remembered about Cinderella.
Ginny felt a hand on her shoulder but there appeared to be none seen. Ginny turned from the file and examined the thin air before her.
"How does it fit?"
"No too shabby. It hides everything just right," said Draco as he slipped the Invisible Cloak off, "But what would I need it for."
"It shows what the women are like when they aren't flaunting over rich, powerful and supposed to be engaged men," Ginny said slowing the end with sarcasm, "You'll see their personalities and maybe the main reason they're here and how convincing their stories are."
"What happens after?" Draco asked, curious.
"I will set up a date which is convenience to the remaining candidates and you for a one on one date at Strawberry Republic," Ginny said with profession.
Draco raised an eyebrow, "Yet again you surprise me Weasley. How in the world did you manage to get the hottest club in the wizarding world to agree with this arrangement?"
"I pulled some strings," Ginny said and before Draco could ask anymore questions, Jess's voice came through the speaker phone.
"Ms. Patricia Jennings is here for her interview," Jess said, with a tone of annoyance.
"Bring her in," Ginny replied through the speaker and turned to Draco, "Put the cloak on." Draco did as told.
Ginny sat at her chair, adjust her eye glasses and made sure her ponytail was in place. She had chosen a green top and a plain black skirt. When Ms. Jennings came in Ginny had been glancing at her file for one last time before meeting the girl for the first time.
Ginny's first impression was a rich well raised and spoiled little girl. Just old enough to be able to enter clubs, but young enough to get knocked up and wouldn't consider consequences. The girl was wearing the latest styles: A peach strapless top and a skirt that went up to her mid-thighs. She had her bright red hair down and in beautiful waves like she wanted to indicate that she was indeed a redhead and wasn't hiding anything.
Ginny had wished desperately she had put a silence spell on Draco. This girl's sex appeal was enough for male specie to moan in pleasure at the site of her.
The girl's expression was all happy and girlish when she first entered the room but turned bored and disappointed when she saw it was Ginny who was sitting behind the desk and not a rich and hot blond hunk.
"Ms. Jennings, a pleasure to meet you. I'm Ginny Weasley and I'll be interviewing you," Ginny said with a fake smile.
"Call me Patricia," the gorgeous redhead said as she sat down at the seat offered to her.
"Would you like any to drink before we begin?" Ginny said, her eyes gesturing for Jess to stay for a moment.
"Sparkling water is fine," Patricia said with a sincere smile.
"Sparkling water it is then," and she gestured Jess to go.
'High class girls', Ginny thought and it ended on the pad of which the 'Quick Spell Quill' wrote on which Draco was holding. In silent reply, Draco gave a small smirk.
'She's in a bitter mood,' he thought, reminding himself not to get on her bad side.
"So, I see here that you graduated from Hogwarts not too long ago," Ginny said with mild interest but it was something to start conversation with."
"Yes, just two years ago," she said cheerfully.
"Did you have any favorite classes?"
"Yes. Charms actually, I got really good grade and Professor Flitwit was especially nice to me."
"You mean Professor Flitwick?"
'Not very smart, can't remember favorite teacher's name.'
"Professor Flitwick, that's what I said," she answered.
'In denial too,' Ginny thought, but didn't bother to correct her.
"Have you ever met-"Ginny began but was interrupted
"You should try a darker color."
"Your outfit, the color doesn't really suit you."
Ginny felt as if she could see Draco trying to hold down his laughter as she blushes a slight shade of pink.
"That's not really why you're here…"
"I'm here because I want to meet Mr. Malfoy."
"Yes-, "again she was cut –off
"But instead, I'm sitting in your office," she said pointedly.
Ginny gave herself an inward sigh and said, "Why don't I contact you later, Ms. Jennings. It seems to me that we're all just wasting our time.
Ms. Jennings stood up hotly and stormed out of the office in a huff.
Draco slipped out of the invisibility cloak and sat down in front of Ginny as she looked down at the file, holding her cup of coffee, waiting for Draco to comment.
"She's right you know," he commented after a while and it was a statement, not question.
"Right about what exactly, because from what I saw she wasn't the smartest anything of anything for the matter," Ginny said hotly, her inherited Weasley temper coming out to bite Draco.
"She did come to see me not you," Draco said, carefully choosing his words.
"Your point is?" asked Ginny, putting down her coffee (to Draco's relief) and folding her arms on the table.
"I'm just suggesting that you just send the girls that seem most authentic to a date with me, so I'd know a bit about them."
"I thought you were just trying to get out of this marriage, not meet someone," Ginny said bitterly.
"Might as well, I'm already trying to find someone," Draco said, avoiding Ginny's gaze.
"Alright then, that would help me to take some things to do off my list," Ginny said and folded up her the profile and stacking it with the rest.
Draco smiled; he always got it his way. "By the way, high class girls?" he teased.
"Constructive criticism," Ginny answered simply. But Draco knew otherwise.
"Alright Weasley what is it now?" Draco said in a snappy mood. It was three o'clock in the morning and they were in front of a twenty-four hour café. He wasn't exactly happy.
"Here is the schedule Jess organized for you. It has the name short profile and then time and schedule. They're all in order," Ginny said as she handed him a half an inch folder that was heavier than it seemed.
"My mother had a suggestion that I think we should go with?" Draco said when he was given the folder.
"What would that be?" Ginny said with a single eyebrow rose.
"To have a masquerade ball instead, it'd be a quicker way to find her and it's almost is in a week, it'd be perfect timing," he said gesturing to the Halloween decorations on the window of the closed shops and the open café.
Ginny's eyes looked like they lit on fire.
"You didn't tell me earlier because?" she said, her voice still quiet but cold and deadly.
"I had a busy day at work. Board meeting and everything," he said carelessly. Apparently he didn't notice.
Ginny snapped, "Jess may have organized it, BUT it was me who ordered the profiles, send out the owls to arrange and see when these young ladies, who you're just playing with, are available and then arrange a time and place! You couldn't find SOME time to tell me?"
"I-", Draco started to say.
"'I' what now? I couldn't owl you because I'm an insufferable git? That seems about right! I only finished this half an hour ago! I was here ALL bloody night because I wanted to get it done! You were supposed to start tomorrow! I don't even know why I bother with the likes of you," Ginny said fuming on.
"Weasley…" Draco moaned, he couldn't think of what to say at the time.
"You know what Malfoy? I should've expected no less! Really! Why did I believe that you'd have the decency to do things that should be expected from any other person? Forget it. I'm going home to my warm bed. I'll owl your mother tomorrow," Ginny walked away without a good bye and left Draco wide awake.
Ginny did something that no women had ever managed to do to him. Leave him speechless.
A/N: Yes, that's the end of this chapter. Sorry for taking so long, Writer's block is such a pain. This was a less action chapter but I promise much more goods in the next… HAHAHA… (Evil laughter).
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