Nothing Gold Can Stay
It had been a year since she'd seen him. Draco Malfoy, after months of searching, could not be found in the isle that was England. It didn't take much for Ginny Weasley to prove her innocence of breaking free Draco; all it took was a vial of Veritaserum and an alibi of where she was, at the Ministry filing her final report, when Draco escaped. In her case file she insisted that the attraction her case felt for her was not mutual and that throughout the case she stayed professional. She lied to her peers and herself. It was impossible to not become attracted to the young Malfoy. It was morning like these when the mornings were bright and she wasn't occupied with another case, she allowed herself to miss him. His sarcastic wit and more than interesting point of view, along with his good looks…hell she just missed him!
***
To say the least when she walked into the Ministry, she was not in a good mood. So when she arrived at her desk only to find a memo announcing a meeting at nine o'clock, it being 8:58 and the meeting held in some other dimension, the words that flew out of her mouth would turn any mother's hair gray. Finally managing to summon the portal that would take her to the meeting and stepping through, found herself at the beach. The bright sun beating down on the oak wood table with twenty oak chairs, ten out of the twenty were occupied by her superiors.
"You're late." One person announced. He sat forward in his seating at the head of the table. He was her father's second, and just because she couldn't stand him. Ginny bit back the smart comment and sat down on the chair that hovered over to her and let it place her at the other head of the table to everyone could look at her.
"As you know Voldermort is still in power and has started to go after people who are being considered as a treat to him." The woman who was speaking, Ginny didn't like either and severely wished she could slam the brunette's head into a brick wall, "Because of your lucky first case you can be sure you're name is among the list of those he wants dead."
"Okay…" Ginny slowly replied not sure what they were trying to her, it was the morning after all.
"What we are trying to say," another person remarked, "is that you have become a valuable resource. And we would like to keep you alive. We have gathered five people to live in a protected storehouse. You are one of them."
"If you think I am going to sit around and hide the some stupid girl…" Ginny started stand up her temper ready to snap. Her own boss, Samantha held up her hand.
"Virginia calm down. You will be working, just reporting to a different superior." There was a sound of papers being rustled as Samantha signed something, "You are immediately being reassigned. You're family, your father being Minister, already knows about your reassignment, therefore your mother and brothers know as well. We don't want a compromised mission." Some one else spoke, a man said, "While you are away you cannot have contact without it being work related. Is that understand?"
Ginny nodded her head. That was the part of her job she hated, it dictated her life a little too much. The only perk was what she managed to get done in both the Muggle and Wizarding world made the irritation of power hungry people and politics worth it.
"You may go back to your office now. The portkey will ready whenever you are ready to go."
Ginny nodded before she walked through the still open portal that would take her back to the Ministry.
***
"What the hell." Ginny whispered to herself as she entered her office.
Her office was empty, bare except for her desk and chair and an envelope placed in the middle of the desk. Ginny suspected it held the directions on how to access the portkey. When she opened the envelope there was a letter that said her stuff was already in the safe house. One she was done reading she watched a door appear, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. So this was a high class portkey, Ginny thought to herself. She opened the door and walked through it only to find herself in the VIP section of a club.
"Virginia Weasley." A voice remarked.
Ginny turned around and faced what could only be called an exotic looking woman. Curly black hair pulled back into a ponytail, cinnamon complexion, a petite woman in a all black fitted suit with sunglasses.
"Isn't it early to port me to a club?"
"It's night time. Time travels slower in that dimension." The woman answered.
"Oh. And you are?" Ginny asked. She could already feel there was going to be a problem between the two of them.
"Don't worry about it." The woman answered as she stood up. "Come on, let's go."
Ginny had to run to catch up to her. They were out of the VIP area and walking towards the bar. Ginny didn't really care she just had one question.
"And you are to me?"
She received no answer, so Ginny assumed that she just didn't hear her question over the loud music. They both walked past the bar, occasionally stopping on the way for the unknown woman to greet some people with either a wave or a smile. Sometime she would stop and say a few words, the blank look on her face never leaving. They finally reached a door at the back of the bar and once opened they were in a huge long range of concrete. Along the length there were men and woman, of all different races, wearing numerous expensive looking clothes cheering for something. Before Ginny could ask that they were cheering for about five cars zoomed by followed by a person on a broom observing that appeared to be a race.
"Come on Weasley."
Ginny decided not to say anything and followed the lady to a booth where several familiar faced talked comfortably.
"Potter, Granger, Weasley, Zabini," She said in a way of greeting, "Meet your fellow peers. I am Kaida Drake. You report to me. You all know why you are here and I refuse to state the obvious. You are living in my home and I expect you to follow my rules; if you are going to bring a date home-silencing charms are mandatory. Two, keep the house clean, I do not have house elves and I am not cleaning after you all like children. I expect everyone to show everyone else respect. If you have a problem with anyone here let me know now and it will be discussed. My final rule, I have places blocked off for certain reasons. If you go to the designated places, especially the East Wing, I will personally deliver you to Voldermort. Understood?
Everyone nodded and Kaida turned, "Well then let's go."
***
Harry, Hermione, Zabini, and herself had their own private room that included a bathroom and a walk in closet. It was almost as if she didn't want them interacting with each other all that much. According to Kaida they had a while to get herself situated, about a week she was told. It was weird, she felt more uneasy then reassured. The bed was comfy, and she laid back on the bed, exhausted. She thought that for someone who didn't really do anything that day she was really tired. Maybe she was just paranoid but it seemed that Kaida had disliked her automatically.
***
Kaida, after restating the East Wing shields, walked into her room kicking her shoes off before plopping down unceremoniously in her armchair.
"They aren't dumb you know."
The person she was talking to laughed, causing Kaida to roll her eyes.
"How long do you think it is going to take for them to get suspicious?"
She received no answer. She turned her head to look towards the body laying on her bed.
"No idea?" She asked. When receiving no answer she stated, "The Weasley girl is curious enough."
This time she received a grunt and a cough.
Kaida sneered, "Don't tell me you are still hung up on her."
"You wouldn't understand."
"No I don't. She set you up for murder and you still have a yen for her? What is the matter with you? She does not care about you! You were a case, a job, a step on the ladder; get it through your head!"
"I don't want to get over it." A voice muttered.
"You are really pathetic." Kaida said whipping her glasses off exposing flashing gray eyes. The voice countered back spitefully, "I'm not the one born out of wedlock."
Kaida shot up, "I'm not the one pinning over a pathetic Gryffindor!"
A pillow was thrown. "Shut up and go away!"
"It's my room you loser. You get the hell out!"
"No."
"Malfoy if you do not get out of my room…"
In the dim light from the moon you could see light blonde hair and tall lean body resting on the bed.
"You'll do what? Tell our guests I'm here and get u both locked up in Azkaban?"
Kaida sighed, "Just get up and go to your own room."
Draco sat up, "What a nice way to treat your-"
"Don't remind me of what we are." Kaida snapped as she stood up. Proceeding to poke on Draco's foot she whined, "Get the hell out of my bed. I have to get up in the morning and deal with those idiots."
Draco sat up, "You know you love me."
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up walking to the door, "I'll see you later."
As he walked out of the room, he turned to say something, a grin gracing his features.
"So how's Zabini?"
After a sharp look and a rude gesture she slammed the door in Draco's face. He smirked at the door, "Night little sister."
TBC
I know it's cliché but I needed a way to explain Draco and Kaida's relationship. I'm sorry this was put out so late. I was going to post it the 13th but I left my disk at school, so I had to type out my draft again. Thanks Jewel for beta reading! I hope everyone liked it, thanks to all those who reviewed and will review, I appreciate it.