A/N: I'm just finishing another story and I've had this first chapter written on my computer for awhile, but I've just never had the urge to continue it. Finishing the other story has inspired me and now I'm exciting to keep writing! Please read and review! I hope you enjoy!
The Nice Girl
Chapter 1
"Good Morning Mr. Malfoy," his secretary Jill said as he walked into the office, a wave of cool fall air following him in. This winter had been exceedingly cold, and Draco hated it.
"Good Morning, Jill," Draco said, "What's on my schedule this morning?"
"At 9 you have a meeting with a representative from Gringotts and at 11 a brunch with Mr. Zambini."
"And right now?" Draco asked, noticing his office door was open.
"Press Management," Jill said quietly, "They're here to talk about this morning's headline."
Draco sighed, but slowly walked into his office. At 24 years old, he felt he shouldn't have to deal with things such as press management, but after both of his parents had died his last year of school he was the only one left to handle the family business. As he walked in two men and a woman stood up saying, "Good Morning Mr. Malfoy."
"Good Morning," he was tired of people saying that. This was a morning far from good, "Please, sit," he said, hanging his rain soaked cloak on the door.
As they sat, one of the men said, "Mr. Malfoy, we're here to discuss your newest scandal."
"And which would that be?" Draco asked, sitting behind his desk.
"The woman put a newspaper on his desk and said, "This one." The picture showed him in an extremely compromising position with a black haired woman. A woman that was not his fiancé.
"Oh, yeah, that," Draco said off-handedly, "What about it?"
"Some of your investors have been a little wary of you recently and are threatening to stop the flow of money," the first man said.
Draco sighed; that was not good, "What do you suggest I do?"
The second man finally spoke, "You need to be in a serious relationship with a nice, sensible girl."
"I don't know any nice, sensible girls," Draco said, smirking.
"We thought about that," the first man said.
The woman sat a file in front of him, "So we picked a girl for you."
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Ginny Weasley ran into work, apologizing to Luna and grabbing clean scrubs. After quickly changing she put her street clothes into her locker and saying, "Sorry Luna, my family blew up this morning, thanks for covering for me."
"Anytime," Luna said smiling. They both grabbed a chart from the desk before heading into the hall, "Is everything ok?"
"I guess," Ginny sighed, "Mum went to visit Ron at his flat this morning and she found him with a woman. I guess the woman was younger than Ron and now she's saying it's too inappropriate for him to date woman so much younger than him."
"Wow," Luna giggled, "She found him in bed with a woman? How embarrassing."
Ginny shrugged, "It's not the first time. I just think she's making a big deal out of it, I mean, Fred is, what, six, seven years older than you?"
"Six," Luna confirmed.
"And Mum didn't have a problem with you two marrying," Ginny sighed again, "I guess I'll never understand her."
"If you think she's hard on your brothers, wait until you're in a serious relationship, she's going to drive you crazy," Luna said.
"I was in a serious relationship," Ginny pointed out.
"Yeah, with Harry," Luna giggled again, "I'm sure your mum would have married Harry if she could have."
Ginny giggled too and headed down the hall to her first patient.
After eight and a half hours Ginny changed back into her street clothes before putting her hair up in a messy bun and walking out into the rain. She only lived a few short blocks from the southern entrance to St. Mungos, so she would usually walk to and from work. About half way to her flat she entered a small cafe saying, "Hey Tom."
"Hey Ginny," the older bartender said, "The usual?"
"Please," she paid him and sat at one of the small booths. Her food was placed in front of her and she had started eating when a voice said, "Weasley?"
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After all his meetings and phone calls, 8:00 found Draco staring down at the open file on his desk. He was trying to convince himself this was a bad idea, but he wasn't succeeding.
The file was basic:
-Age: 22
-Date
of Birth: August 11th
-117 W. 31st Street,
London.
-Workplace: St. Mungo's
It held no other details about her except for an issue of Witch Weekly from years earlier. Surprisingly she was on the cover. He hadn't seen the issue, he didn't read Witch Weekly. It was Ginny wearing a power suit. She was straddling a chair, showing an excessive amount of thigh and cleavage. It almost made his mouth water. He flipped open the magazine and quickly read the article. It was about her Quidditch career. She was leaving the Harpies to finish her studies and become a nurse at St. Mungo's.
He looked back at the cover and let his eyes skim over her body. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty. Red hair framed a creamy freckled face adorned with caramel brown eyes. But she also wasn't breath-taking. She was slightly overweight, short and small busted, making her normal. Nothing amazing.
That was why Draco had never given her attention, or even noticed her. Draco Malfoy didn't date normal women. His last three girlfriends: supermodel, actress, fashion designer. His fiancé had been an heiress.
Ginny Weasley was a nurse who came from a poor family.
She wasn't exactly his type.
After another half an hour of staring at her picture, imagining her at a restaurant, at his favorite club, at his house, in his bed, naked, he finally grabbed his coat and headed towards St. Mungo's.
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Ginny turned quickly, recognizing his voice. He was sitting at the table behind her, long legs stretched out in front of him. She let her eyes skim over him. Same chiseled face, platinum blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He was taller and more well built, dressed in an obviously expensive suite. He looked primped.
Her mind wandered slightly, thinking of him in a more sexual way, but she shook her head and almost snorted with laughter; he was too much of a pretty-boy for her. Finally she said, "Good Evening Malfoy."
Surprisingly he sighed and said, "Why do people keep saying that? It is certainly not a good evening, it's raining and cold."
"Ok," she said calmly, trying not to show her surprise, "Have a bad evening for all I care," and she turned back to her food.
He immediately moved to her table and sat across from her saying, "It's rude to turn away from people."
"It's rude to interrupt people while they're trying to eat," Ginny snapped back.
"It's rude not to share," he said pointedly.
She slammed her fork down on the table, "What do you want Malfoy?"
"Go out to dinner with me tomorrow night," he said.
Without a second thought she snapped, "No."
"Why won't you?" he asked, looking slightly flustered.
"Why would I?" she retorted, sending a glare at him.
"Do you want a list?" he asked, preparing to give a speech.
"No, I want you to go away," she stood up and grabbed her bag before walking away. He followed her. After a few blocks she said, "Seriously Malfoy, what do you want?"
"You," he said bluntly.
She didn't stop walking, "Ha ha, you're hilarious," she said sarcastically.
"I'm serious," he said.
She turned to face him, "Then prove it," she said before walking into an apartment building and slamming the door behind her. Draco growled angrily and stalked away from the house.
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This was not going to be a good week. His Monday had already been ruined by that Weasley girl – he had tried to forget the previous night- and now Jill's voice rang out from the speaker, "Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Parkinson is here to see you."
He scrunched his nose and pressed the button on his speaker before growling, "Send her in." A moment later his doors banged open and Pansy strode in, a cloud of cigarette smoke following her. Draco stood up and said, "Pansy, this is a surprise."
"Lizzy sent me to talk to you," Pansy said abruptly.
"Ah, Elizabeth," Draco said fondly. Elizabeth Fox was his fiancé, or ex fiancé. "How is she doing?"
"Horribly," Pansy said sitting.
Draco followed suit, sitting behind his desk, "Why?"
"She was fine with your little escapade with that slut. What's her name?"
"Kristin," Draco answered. He tried to resist a smirk; Kristin was wonderful.
"Yes, but now," Pansy gave him a look, "Ginny Weasley? Seriously Draco, what's going on?"
Draco almost fell backwards in his chair. Luckily he caught himself and tried to make it look like he was just spinning his chair before he asked, "How do you know about that?"
"You were near St. Mungo's. Obviously there were other wizards there," Pansy snapped, "Don't be an idiot Draco, she'd a Weasley, trash, not nearly good enough for you."
"So who is good enough for me?" he asked, "Elizabeth? Wasn't she fucking my pool boy?"
Pansy crossed her legs, causing her already short dress to rise even higher up her long legs, "I wasn't referring to Elizabeth."
Draco admired her legs and said, "Ms. Weasley is just a pawn. I have no real feelings for her. My investors believe I'm too wild. Press management suggested that I date a 'respectable' woman."
"So what's your plan?"
"Pretend to have a relationship with her, make her fall in love with me and then have her do something horrible." Pansy looked at him, an obvious question on her face. Draco sighed and answered the unvoiced question, "Something horrible like sleep with another man. Then I'll look like the responsible one and I can date someone who is actually worth my time."
"Someone like?" Pansy prodded.
Draco shrugged, smirking. He glanced at the clock and said, "If you'll excuse me, I have a brunch in twenty minutes."
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Ginny walked into work early the next day. Luna smiled and said, "There's something waiting for you in the break room." Ginny gave her a puzzled look and carefully walked into the break room. Her jaw dropped at the sight of a gorgeous bouquet of red roses. There was a note attached and to Ginny's surprise, it made her blush.
Ginny,
It was wonderful to see you again. You're even more beautiful than I remembered.
-Draco Malfoy
Luna read the note over Ginny's shoulder and gasped, "These are from Draco Malfoy? Why is he suddenly interested in you?"
"Don't ask me," Ginny said shrugging. "I ran into him last night after I got off work and he asked me out. Of course I said no, but God, he's such a prat."
"Wait, he asked you out?" Luna's eyes practically bugged out of her head.
"Yes, but I said no," Ginny repeated.
"Why?!" Luna exclaimed.
"Because," Ginny said rolling her eyes, "He's Draco Malfoy. He treated me and my family, not to mention you, like shit all through school. Why would I go out with him?"
"Because he's gorgeous, has an amazing body and has been publically recognized as a Sex God," Luna said bluntly. "You're a beautiful single woman who hasn't been on a date in months, let alone had sex in forever!"
"Luna, drop it," Ginny said, smiling, "I'm not going out with him." She threw the roses in the trash and walked out of the room. Luna trailed along behind her, protesting, but Ginny ignored her. "What charts do you have for me?" she asked the charge nurse.
The older woman handed Ginny a chart, "There's a man in curtain one. Says he's not sure what's wrong, but he thinks you can cure him. He requested you."
Ginny gave her a puzzled look, but took the chart before walking to curtain one. Much to her dismay Draco Malfoy was draped on the bed trying to wrench his arm out of another nurse's grasp.
"Oh thank God!" he exclaimed dramatically when Ginny came in, "Nurse Ginny! I think I'm dying! My whole body aches and I have this pain in my chest. It all started when this gorgeous woman turned me down. I asked her out to dinner and she said no. I think I'm suffering from a broken heart!"
"Or a dented ego," Ginny said bluntly.
"Ginny, I can't figure out what's wrong," the other nurse, Christy, said sounding panicked. "He refuses to see a doctor, and he'll only see you. He won't even let me take his blood pressure!"
"Don't worry Christy," Ginny said, rolling her eyes, "You can go. I'll take care of him."
Christy left on the brink of tears and Ginny turned on Draco. "What are you playing at Malfoy?"
"Go out with me," he said.
"No."
She turned to walk away, but Draco said, "You're just going to leave me here untreated? That's bad nursemanship."
"That's not a word, Malfoy," Ginny snapped.
"It is too," he said testily.
"Says who?"
"Says me, and I'm a Malfoy," Draco concluded. "Now, you should probably give me a checkup. After all, we wouldn't want rumors to go around about how uncaring Nurse Ginny is. And I could die from a broken heart. We wouldn't want that to happen, would we?"
Ginny glared at him and rolled her eyes, "Of course. The death of Draco Malfoy would be a truly tragic event." Sarcasm practically dripped from her words. She stomped back to the bed and said, "Hold out your arm." She quickly took his blood pressure and listened to his lunges. After a few other routine procedures she said, "You seem to be in perfect health Mr. Malfoy, now, if you'd excuse me, I have real patients to see to."
She walked out and immediately he was behind her, grabbing her arm. He pulled her close to him and she collided into his chest. It knocked the wind out of her giving him the chance to say, "Go out with me, tomorrow night."
"W-what? No!" Ginny said angrily.
"Why not?!" he asked angrily.
"Because I think you're a prat," Ginny said bluntly. "Now if you could just let me go." She could feel the eyes of every nurse on her and Draco. "I really need to get back to work."
"Ok, I'm a prat, but that doesn't mean you can't go out to dinner with me," said Draco, ignoring the looks from the nurses.
Ginny could see Luna gaping at them from over Draco's shoulder. Her heart sank; she knew her only option was to say, "Ok Malfoy. I'll give you a chance, but don't think this is going to become a regular thing."
"Great," he stepped away from her, "I'll pick you up at your place at eight tomorrow night. Dress nicely, we're going somewhere fancy."
"Fine," Ginny turned to walk away from him.
"Oh, Ginny," he called.
"What?!" she exclaimed, turning to face him.
"Thanks for fixing my broken heart!" She swung her chart at him, trying to hit him, but she missed. He laughed and dodged the file before walking out of the clinic.
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