Unexpected Tendencies

Title: Unexpected Tendencies

Author name: blazefury

Author email: le_femme_Y@hotmail.com

Category: Romance/Humour

Keywords: Draco Ginny

Rating: PG-13

 

Summary: Post Hogwarts and Ginny is determined to make it out in the big bad world as well as hoping to get some light into the love department. She drives her boss crazy, gets into some hilarious situations and somewhere a long the line, she falls unknowingly for the biggest prat she knows. Draco Malfoy.

 

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and some situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Though primary characters and most other characters are copyright J.K. Rowling, some characters are copyright the author and if you wish to use them please ask before hand.

 

Author's Notes: This is mostly just humour and romance! So kick back and relax and don't worry about evil dark lords taking over. Enjoy!

 

Dedicated to VirtualFaerie/Malfoymyferrey and Jane Valar.

 

Chp 3: Not In The Norm

 

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“And I’m saying that it’s alright!”

 

“Look Virginia, not that I’m not appreciative of your research but most of it is redundant and I don’t know why we’re still going on about this,” Draco Malfoy replied, not bothering to look up at his personal assistant who was quite red in the face and was staring daggers at him as he signed parchment after parchment with a Luxury Eagle feathered quill.

 

“We’re going on about this because it should stay,” she huffed. She had worked long and hard on that proposal and he was not going to waver it off so easily.

 

Brushing her hair to the side and crossing her arms, she stared at him. It had already been a whole two months since he employed her and from working with him, she got first hand experience of how exactly the same he remained since graduating from Hogwarts, besides the Death Eater element and the father that had given him the thought that muggles were the scum on one’s boot.

 

He was still very much the same spoilt, arrogant, snarky, prick that had swaggered through the torch filled halls. Maybe he wasn’t much of a bigot as before but if it were possible, he was even more spoilt than he was back then. He seemed to depend on her for everything: coffee, his dry cleaning, dismissing people. It really never ended. He seemed to have entered her life quite comfortably, calling her from home, sending her document after document to process and calling her to engage or disengage his appointments for the next day, not just during office hours but when she was soaking in the tub. That and his current girlfriend who had the most perfect body she has seen, almost like one of those muggle dolls, what were they called? Barbar’s? No that’s wrong, Bar- Barbie’s! One of those you know, endless legs, the tiniest waist, a full bust and gorgeous chestnut coloured hair. Unfortunately just like the doll apparently, she had the brains of a flamingo.  Well at least that was what Ginny learned from a few of her colleagues. Name?

 

The life-sized Barbie’s name was Marigold Phelps, a model.

Ginny thought that at least Draco would get someone who could carry on a conversation with him instead of getting incessant nods and eyelash batting. It was quite off putting. Then again, he probably didn’t pick her because of her evasive IQ but for her, er, other talents that she did not want to think about. That alone was a rather disturbing image.

 

She watched as he placed his quill back in its inkwell and gathered all the parchments he was signing in a pile and placed it in the tray in the corner. He shifted in his chair and gave a sigh.

 

“We don’t need to prattle on to our investors on things that they are just going to skim over.”

 

“But-”

 

“But nothing Virginia,” he interjected firmly, his eyes looking up at her, while muttering under his breath, “Save the bloody trees, remember?”

 

She seemed to have heard him as she gave a scowl and stared at him petulantly.

 

Draco ignored the glare and gathered her article and handed it back to her, “Wax on, wax off.”

 

She arched an eyebrow at him in question.

 

“Never mind, just get it done and leave it on my desk when you’re finished. That better be by this evening, mind.”

 

After exhaling rather noisily, she surrendered, “Yes, Mr. Malfoy.” She turned on her heel and walked away.

 

Draco just leaned back in his chair and his gaze transfixed on her swaying hips as she stalked away, her robes fit her snugly and showed off her curves and her round firm bottom that he wished he could –

 

“Stop staring!” she called, not bothering to look back.

 

He narrowed his eyes but he couldn’t help but smirk at her spunk. He continued watching as she opened the door, only to be taken a back, as there in all her splendid, * cough *,  flamingo glory was Marigold, decked out in a black pant suit and matching velvet robes.

 

Draco caught Ginny rolling her eyes and giving a tight smile that came of as a grimace. It probably was a grimace. He knew that Marigold wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box, she may be beautiful and well yes, exceptional in bed, but she couldn’t even understand half his sentences. It reminded him dreadfully of Crabbe and Goyle; he shuddered to remember them. From the last he heard, they were living in a nudist colony-unleashing nightmares no doubt. Getting back to the point, all she did was nod and blink rapidly. He couldn’t help it, making his investors happy was important and that meant schmoozing. That’s where Marigold comes in. So he did what he had to for the sake of the company, of course he wouldn’t tell anybody that. Not even Ginny, she’d be sure to mock him for the rest of his life. Besides, it was definitely good PR. One girl kind of man, well at least for this while. No need for the harem, thank you, although he knew that with a snap of his fingers he could easily settle one.

 

“Why Ms. Phelps, I apologise,” Ginny said, her voice tight. This was the very first time that she came into the building, most of the time Ginny just saw her waiting in the awaiting limousine or on Draco’s arm at some restaurant.  Standing back she opened the door wide and let her in. As Marigold walked past her with her nose in the air, Ginny almost suffocated.

 

‘Did she take a perfume bath?’ she thought as she took mouthfuls of air and scrunched up her nose.

 

“I’ll be with you in a moment,” Draco smiled at her and gathered some documents together.

 

Standing at a safe enough distance from the large couch, in the corner, which Marigold was sitting on, she asked, “Would you like anything to drink?”

 

Without even looking at her, Marigold gave a sigh and examined her long, French- manicured nails, “A Martini.”

 

Ginny stared at her with her brow furrowed and thought about what fantastic manners she had. A tiny smile formed on her pink lips, “I’m dreadfully sorry, but we don’t serve alcohol.”

 

Biting her lip, she hoped Draco didn’t hear any of that, but he did and was just wondering what his wench of an assistant was playing at.

 

Marigold looked up, with her pouty lips and eyes blinking rapidly, “I’ll just have orange juice then,” Ginny thought that her voice sounded awful breathy like she was in the midst of some coital action and was afraid that she might break out in a moan.

 

Smiling ever so sweetly, she replied, “I apologise but we don’t have orange juice, we have coffee though.” Ginny had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from cracking a wide grin when she saw the little tart frown and bat her eyelashes even more. Her nose seemed to twitch and she gave another sigh. Ginny almost thought she heard a snort coming from Draco but when she turned back there he was at his desk, looking down, sorting out some parchments.

 

“Fine, coffee then! Make sure it’s decaf!” was the insolent reply that made her turn back. Her eyelashes batted furiously – was that wind coming from her? – and frown lines creased her forehead. Marigold looked over Ginny from top to toe and smirked, with a roll of her eyes, she looked the other way.

 

Ginny knew what that look was meant to imply. Her eyes just screamed ‘peasant girl’! She growled involuntarily and she knew that her cheeks were hot and flushed. She had to slap on a saccharine sweet smile when Marigold’s head snapped her way, sending her hair flying out behind her.

 

“Well, you see Ms. Phelps, we don’t have decaf, only plain, black coffee.”

 

Ginny watched as her heavily made up face scrunched up and she let out a sound of frustration from the back of her throat. Ginny tried very hard to keep her face straight, as those eyelashes seemed to be in a sudden flurry and it seemed to remind her of someone.

 

“Draco!” Marigold whined, her tone ending in a high- pitched squeal that made him look up, his lips tightly pursed together so that he wouldn’t laugh out right.

 

“We have water!” Ginny supplied, smiling broadly till her cheeks hurt. The Barbie doll seemed mildly quelled at this and stared at her before looking her straight in the eye and asking for mineral water.

 

One last time, she just had to, just to wind her up a bit more, “ I’m sorry, we only have distilled.” Ginny watched as her dark red lips turned down and a faint whimper rose from it. That’s it! Moaning Myrtle. She reminded Ginny of Moaning Myrtle, the same breathy voice and high – pitched squeal. Even the same batting of eyelashes when she didn’t have a clue of what she was talking about. She just had to prod the line a little more and flashed the twit her best smile. Broad, showing a lot of teeth. And that did it. It made the line that she wound, snap.

 

“Draco! Don’t you have anything in this horrid little building? Doesn’t daddy give you enough money?”  Marigold cried her mouth left open and her eyelashes batting furiously.

 

Badly wanting to let out a laugh, he choked it down and flushed. He then cleared his throat and turned his attention to Ginny.

 

“Virginia,” his tone warned but his eyes spoke differently. Ginny grinned at him and left to go get his whore a Martini and him some of Ogden’s Firewhiskey. He looked like he needed it as his hand ran through his hair. A sure sign that alcohol was needed for some damage control. Nobody could disturb his immaculate crowning glory. No one. He didn’t even touch it himself once it was in place.

 

After she got the drinks ready and served them, she watched as the snooty Ms. Phelps stared at him, with adoration in her eyes that made her feel quite sick, she then locked eyes with Draco, who was standing in front of Marigold, with a hand in his pocket and shot him a sympathetic smile before leaving him.

 

She closed the huge doors behind her slowly, with his eyes still on her.

 

“Stupid, caviar munching, martini swilling, flamingo-brained stick,” Ginny muttered darkly under her breath whilst stalking over to her desk.

 

Staring at the stack of parchments on her desk that needed to be redone. 

 

**********

 

Ginny watched from the large window, behind her desk, as Draco and Marigold walked out of the building arm in arm till they rounded the corner. A tic in her cheek started as her anger flared. Not only was that silly bint rude and utterly brain dead she had to have her own bully and she wasn’t half surprised that it would be Draco.

 

He insulted her in front of that brainless ninny, saying that she was insolent, childish, talked back too much and never did her work the way she was supposed to. How dare he! She crossed her arms and sunk down on her chair that was supposed to be ergonomic. Oh please. She should just quit, but she desperately needed the money and to see him smirk at her so.

 

She knew what she had to do.

 

She transfigured one of the books into a pillow, stood up from her chair, closed her eyes and shoved the pillow into her face, screaming into it. The screaming fit however extended to some very violent foot stamping.

 

When she was done and feeling just a pinch better, she took away the pillow and took a deep breath and almost had a heart attack as she expelled it. With a hand on her chest, feeling the rapid beating of her chest she stared at the man standing in front of her.

 

‘Oh gods, how bloody embarrassing,’ she thought and licked her lips while straightening her robes as a vicious blush stampeded over her face. Ginny dropped her pillow and smiled at the oddly familiar man whose lips quirked up into a smirk.

 

The tic suddenly flared up again and her smile became forced

 

“Good Evening sir, how can I help you?” her eyes flicked over him, noting that he was rather attractive with his face set like a greek statue, holding soft brown eyes and his body slender. She gave a knowing smile and recognised him as number three on the most eligible bachelor list. He was,

 

“I’m Blaise Zabini and I’m here to call on Mr. Malfoy.”

 

“Oh, I’m sorry, you just missed him. Would you like to make an appointment or leave a message?”  Ginny asked, cocking her head to the side.

 

“Ah, well, that’s alright, thank you. Good evening,” he said before walking away down the hallway to the lift lobby. He pushed the lift button and waited, with his hands in his pocket. “I understand, by the way.”

 

“Sorry?” Ginny replied, frowning slightly with genuine confusion.

 

“I understand what a prat he can be – by your obvious tantrum…” The elevator doors opened and swallowed him up, leaving Ginny, embarrassed and frustrated.

 

She smacked her forehead with her palm and gave a whimper of defeat.

 

**********

 

After, clearing up her desk, she high tailed it out of the office and briskly walked to the apparition port. The second she arrived in front of the door of Colin’s apartment, she deactivated all the talisman’s and alarms he placed and opened the door with her key.

 

Ranting and mumbling away about “stupid idiotic ferrety prats and bimbotic nitwits,” she took off her robes and noticed that Colin’s was thrown across the sofa. It wasn’t like him to do that and he was home, now? That was rather odd but she didn’t question it and ran to his room. He was home and he could take away the pains of the evil day she had. Grinning she ran to the closed door of his room and opened it, screaming the very second she laid her eyes on his bed.

 

There he was, Colin, very naked, with a very, naked woman wrapped around him, who was totally gorgeous. She looked like a bloody goddess with her long silky jet- black hair, violet coloured eyes and olive toned skin. The Goddess just purred and gave a wink to Ginny, not bothering to cover herself up.

 

“G-Ginny!” Colin stammered as he wrapped the sheet round his waist.

 

Ginny sucked in her breath and her hands were flailing about, “Oh!” she cried and smacked a hand over her eyes and about turned to face away from them, “Well, I’m so, so, so dreadfully sorry, p-please continue,” she said, saying this all very fast while one hand was waving about. She reached behind her blindly and was about to shut the door, “Nice to meet you by the way.” With that, she slammed the door shut.

She ran to her room and paced, as the scene of them together, lodged into her mind.

 

The Goddess and her Colin, having sex.

 

Oh God.

 

She needed to someone to obliviate that part of her memory. Permanently. Ginny wished that she had practiced what she preached and knocked first. She gave a whimper and was about to sink onto her bed when she missed it completely and landed on the floor, harshly. Her eyes were closed and she gave a frustrated sigh and placed her head in her hands.

 

“This has not been a good day.”

 

While wallowing in her room, she heard Colin and The Goddess talking – well it was Colin mostly apologising profusely. She heard the low husky voice of the Goddess and it was like a Siren’s call. You just had to listen to it. 

 

It was definite.

 

The Goddess couldn’t be human, she had to be something other than that. She couldn’t be a Veela, a Naiad maybe? A few minutes later, she heard footsteps and the familiar sounds of flames rushing from the fire grate.

 

The Goddess had left the building.

 

But why didn’t he tell her anyway? He was supposed to tell her these things. Getting to relationships or if it were just the sex. And if it were just the sex, she was down right pissed that she wasn’t getting any and he was.

 

Ginny steeled herself ready for Colin’s rampage as his footfalls came closer and closer to her door. She inhaled deeply and let it out in a woosh. She was ready for anything.

 

He opened the door harshly and his breathing was laboured. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt and was wearing a pair of black sweat pants. With his mussed hair, he was looking very sexy. Oh good Gods, what was with her today?

 

It must be the hormones. Definitely.

 

“Christ Ginny, don’t you ever knock?” his voice thin and cold as his fingers combed through his soft strawberry blonde hair.

 

“I’m sorry, I really am! But I told you to leave a tie on the doorknob when you’re-”

 

“Well, gee, I wasn’t wearing one today, would a pair of my boxers have been fine?” he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he stared at her, “I didn’t know I had to do that in my own fucking home.” 

 

Ginny’s mouth hung open, “Oh that's so juvenile of you!” she yelled and crossed her arms. Both of them were staring at each other and she noticed that his face softened somewhat but Ginny was quite annoyed. That comment he made was just plain mean.

 

“So who is she? Hmm? Some girl you picked up?”

 

She noticed Colin’s eyes narrow and she took a step back, “Jersey’s not like that!” he snapped and exhaled noisily as he ran his hand through his hair once more. Letting a few tendrils fall over his face.

 

Ginny snorted incredulously, “Oh that's just great! You just had to fall for a girl whose name is a piece of clothing. A very male piece of clothing in fact,”

 

“Ginny…”

 

But she wasn’t listening as she was on a roll and had started pacing her room, four steps and turn. Four steps and turn. Small wasn’t it?

 

“I mean, for God sakes! Who names their kid after something that goes along with a jock strap and some shoulder pads?”

 

"Ginny..."

 

"And those eyes... don't tell me she's not wearing contact lenses because I swear those are fake but where did you get her anyhow? She’s gorgeous and -”

 

“VIRGINIA!”

 

“What?” she yelled, her breathing laboured as she stared at Colin.

 

The only reply he gave her was by taking her roughly by the hand and leading her toward the living room. Ginny’s heart jumped at his attitude and she licked her lips. The minute they reached the couch, Colin pushed her down.

 

“Sit,” he commanded.

 

Ginny raised her eyebrows, “Well, that’s-”

 

Colin held up his hand and stopped her. Ginny was about to say something else when he shook his head in a negative and she quickly shut her mouth. He plonked himself beside her, stared at her for a moment and looked down to the floor as he hummed to himself for a moment. Leaving Ginny to wonder if he broke a circuit as she stared at him with wide eyes. Finally he turned to her.

 

“I’m assuming…that you had a bad day at work?”

 

Ginny just continued staring at him for a few minutes before her features crumbled and she leaned onto his shoulder.

“Did you even have to ask?” she whimpered. Colin wrapped his arms around her and whispered the few words that would make her happy.

 

Colin always managed to make everything disappear.

 

And so did ice cream.

 

 An Hour Later…

 

 

Colin was sitting on the couch while Ginny was on the floor, cross-legged, both indulging ice cream by the cartons. Ginny was viciously attacking her rocky road ice cream as Colin looked on in mid spoonful horror.

 

“Whoa there. The only time I’ve ever seen you eat ice cream that fast was when Ron got you upset over that whole lesbian phase, which concluded into much massive pissed offness. It was a phase right?”

 

Colin’s eyes widened as he heard Ginny growl and held his ice cream carton out as a peace offering, which she took with no qualms.

 

“I’m going to get fat and it’s going to be your fault,” she said, waving her spoon about.

 

“Glad to help,” he replied, clapping his hands together he continued, “Now, what’s got your lovely panties in a bunch?”

 

The only sounds from Ginny were of her licking her spoon dry and scraping the bottom of the carton. When she finally finished the rocky road, she plonked it on the table and licked her lips, missing a dab of it at the corner of her mouth. Exhaling noisily, she finally answered his question.

 

“Malfoy.”

 

“That’s a bit general isn’t it?” Colin asked with his eyebrow raised.

 

“Malfoy? General? Perish the thought… he wouldn’t be caught being common. I’m telling you Colin; he’s the most annoying bastard on the planet. Not forgetting mean! I can handle the annoying but not the mean, he’s supposed to be on MY side! Maybe not totally but he knows what -”

 

“Ok, what exactly did he do?”

 

**********

 

Draco and Marigold were already seated in one of the finest restaurants that wizarding London had to offer and the prices on the menu secured that fact. They were in a corner seated by the window, which gave the most fantastic view. It was rather private as well, situated away from most of the other patrons.

 

They were already half way through dinner and Draco was carefully cutting up his lamb medallions.

 

“So,” he said, spearing the meat with his fork, “has your father said anything about the venture to you?”

 

He chewed on his meat, which melted in his mouth like chocolate; he really had to compliment the chef, while he watched her nose wrinkle up.

 

“I don’t really want to talk about it, your stupid personal assistant really has me put off,” and the eye lash batting continued, “Why you put up with her, I don’t know!”

 

“She’s annoying yes, but she does good work,” he said a matter-of-factly, sipping his wine.

 

“Only annoying? I can think of better words.”

 

Draco smirked, “She can be a bit much, but like I said, her work justifies it in the end.”

She gave him a quizzical look and he just shrugged it off.

 

“Ok maybe not, everything. She has this awful habit of chewing on the end of her quill when she’s thinking about something. It disgusts me to no end.”

 

Draco made an expression of distaste and looked at Marigold who was batting her eyelashes so he would continue. He sighed and looked out the window with wine glass in hand and took a sip. Now that he thought about it, she had all these little habits that irked him and he felt slightly uncomfortable.

 

“You have no idea, what it’s like. She colour coordinates everything, green for urgent, pink, for me to sign and do you know what she uses to colour coordinate them? I’ll tell you what. God damned paper clips! And she gets so high strung over the damned paper clips. Heaven forbid I lose one! The incessant badgering and arguing over every single thing I disagree about. I mean, I’m her boss and she’s arguing with me! The way she has to have absolutely everything in place and under control otherwise she starts maiming me. The way she cracks her knuckles before working on something drives me up the wall and she sings in the office! I’m telling you it’s worse than a hag. Then there’s the way she bites her lip when she’s thinking and-”

 

Draco stopped as his date cleared her throat. Marigold’s forced smile and eye twitching made him shift in his seat. Uncomfortable.

 

“So why don’t you fire her?” she asked, her tone saccharine sweet. Red lips highlighting her words as her eyes glared at him.

 

Draco gave a noisy sigh and he finished off his wine, setting his glass down on the table along with his napkin.

 

“I can’t,” he grumbled, “she does great work.” 

 

 

**********

 

“He was being such a ferret! Utterly horrible! In front of that wench too,” Ginny snapped, brushing her hair aside.

 

“It comes with the territory Gin,” Colin replied cocking his head to the side,

 

“Comes? Who comes? Malfoy? Good to know that he’s having his jollies at work,” she sniffed. Sulking, Ginny stared at her hands as she twiddled her thumbs. “I mean I do great work! Everything gets done by deadline, everything perfected and what does he do?”

 

“Gin?”

 

“He goes around, shouting like a mad man, in front of that poodle!” she growled as Marigold Phelps came to mind; Her face, stuck on a dartboard and Ginny was throwing as many darts as possible to disfigure that pencil drawn face

 

“Gin?”

 

“It’s not like I can quit either or that I want to. It’s good money and-”

 

“Ginny!” Colin interjected. Before she could get out a rather rude reply for interrupting her though, he had pushed her, so that she was flat on her back and he was hovering above her, just a few breadths apart.

 

His eyes roved over her face, which had turned quite rosy and hot. Colin gave a roguish smile and his lips came lower and lower.

 

Ginny’s eyes wide as she thought, “Oh, oh, he’s going to kiss me, he’s going to kiss me and I’m not objecting, damn me and the hormones!”

 

His lips were so near to hers, his hot breath on her, slightly ticklish. Ginny closed her eyes, expecting impact but that didn’t happen. All she felt was his tongue, his tongue, licking the corner of her mouth.

 

Was she melting?

 

“Just a little bit of ice cream,” he whispered in her ear, making her shudder.

 

She was definitely melting.

 

She swallowed audibly and opened her eyes to see him smiling, her heart skipping a beat at the sight. “Good night Gin.”

 

 She licked her lips and was about to say goodnight but she couldn’t find her voice and all she could do was stare back at him until he got off her. Leaving her feeling cold suddenly at the loss of his warmth. Slowly sitting up, Ginny’s eyes travel over his body, his sweat pants sitting up on his hips, firm muscles on his back, strawberry blonde hair, mussed…until he locked himself in his room.

 

Then it hit her.

 

This was Colin! And he had a girlfriend!

 

This could not be happening!

 

She gave a frustrated sound of defeat and fell onto her back, praying for the next day to come quickly as her hands covered her face.

 

 

Once again, violetjersey has had much input in this chapter; so, much appreciation goes to her! She’s a great author and has great ideas! So give it up for the co-author.

When I need help she’s there for me! Don’t you love her? I know I do. <3

 

“Wax on, wax off,”  - quote from, The Karate Kid.

 

I am quite sorry for how long this took. Hope you loved it!

 

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More of Jersey and Colin coming up! What happens to Marigold? What’s Blaise doing here? When is the D/G coming up? All that in due time! Patience, pets.

 

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