An Unexpected Funder

Ginny's Quidditch team doesn't have enough money. Will Draco help, despite his depression? Will she help him in return by being his friend? Or more? And what'll happen when Harry comes back?


2. Meeting

Draco POV

While I walk out of my office I keep thinking about how pathetic I am, thinking of a house-elf as by best and only friend. I take a look at the people
around me, all of them busy with their own lives. Nobody holds still for just one second to look at the ruins of the shops that were destroyed

during the war. Just me, looking at the no longer high buildings, with all the ash and mud smudges still on them. They look like worn-out, ruined,

memorials of the war. Trying not to think about the war, I walk through Diagon Alley to the Leaky Cauldron preferring a walk to clear my head,

instead of Apparating. It feels like everyone stares at me, shocked because I look so much like my father. Once I liked that, but now I hate it. He's

a mad man, always has been, always will be and I will never be like him. Or at least that's what I'm trying to make myself believe. It doesn't work

though. Every time I look in the mirror, I see him looking back at me.

But enough about him, I have to think of a solution to the problem called 'Malfoy Enterprises'. The only thing the family business is good for, is

making depts. And that's not such a good thing. I have to try to come up with a good way to make sure that the muddied name of the Malfoy's will
once again be as pristine as it used to be. Before my father joined Him of course. But how? I could give some money to a charity again. It used to

work, but lately I've seen it doesn't matter that much anymore, because almost every does at the moment. So that isn't very special. I could make

friends or go to important festivities or something, but I'm not in a very friendly or festive state. I'd probably scare everyone away.

While I'm thinking about what else I could do, I see something out of the corner of my eye, something very shocking. There's someone looking at

the ruins, just like I was a moment ago. She's standing there with her face hidden from me by her hair. She's got red hair, not just normal vague

red hair, but really red, as red as the phone boots in front of the ministry. Or as red as a tomato, almost scarlet. I like it the moment I lay eyes on

it. It's just so colourful, so bright in my nightmarish life. The only other colours on the street are black, grey and brown, like everything is drained of
colour, everything except her hair. I can't resist the temptation of talking to her, even though I knew she'd probably shun me, or walk away.

While I'm walking towards her she bends down and puts one rose on top of the ruin. I quicken my pace, I don't want her to walk away, because

then I'll never see her again. Now I'm closer to it, I can see what the ruin used to be. It was the joke shop of the Weasel twins. You know,

Weasleys' Wizard Whines or something like that, very childish if you ask me. When I reach her she sniffs and starts walking away, in the process

bumping into me. That took me by surprise, so I'm almost swept off my feet. But I manage to regain my footing, and hers for that matter, by

putting my hands on her shoulders to stop me from falling on the dirty pavement. While I try to recover from the almost-accident she looks at me

and when I realise that she's Weaslette, I quickly drop my hands to my sides and wait for all hell to break lose. But when she still hasn't fired a

hex at me after a couple of seconds, I don't know what to think.

Does this mean she's trying to find the best curse to hit me with or am I off the

hook? So I ask cautious, ready to run for my life at any moment, "How are you doing?" Yes I know, not the best way to start a conversation with

one of your childhood enemies, but I'm just not that creative at the moment. She blinks quickly and says: "I don't know why I'd tell you anything

about me, Ferret!" I flinch, great, I'm about to get hit by a curse and she had to call me by that name. I mean, I was only a ferret for 2 minutes, 5

at most! I frown at her and say: "It doesn't matter to me, but I thought I'd at least try to keep this civil."

"Civil?", she asks, "you think that's civil? After all those years you bullied me and Harry, you think it best to start a conversation with: How are you

I pale, as I'd thought before it wasn't a good conversation starter.

"And what are you doing here anyway? This used to be the shop of my brothers, but now.." She blinks quickly, as if she has to force tears not to

fall from her eyes.

What should I tell her? I can hardly tell her the truth: Ow, I went here because I saw some red hair and because someone is looking at ruins just

like me! And I'd thought that 'how are you doing' was bad… So I tell her: "I was on my merry way back home, not bothering anyone, until you

come along and decide it's time to walk into me, almost making me smack to the pavement! The dirty, covered by ash and leaves pavement, might
I add!" She looks me in the eye and I shift my weight to my other leg uncomfortably, because of the way her hair falls on her shoulders in flaming

red waves. She sighs, looks away and says: "Alright that wasn't fair of me, it was my fault." (At this my jaw almost hit the pavement after all)

"Maybe we could start this conversation all over again?"

"Good idea, well how was your day so far?"

She frowns and says: "That's almost worse than the last one!"

"Sorry, but I'm not up for any charming and/or creative ways to start a conversation today."

"Really, what happened?"

"Why should I tell you about my day, when you refuse to?"

"We started over again didn't we?"

"Okay, I just had to work all day, that's all."

"At least you have a job…"

"You don't, why? Did you get fired or something?"

"No, of course not! It's just that… Well forget it. I don't even know why I'm talking to you…"

"I think you're talking to me because I'm talking to you." I smirk.

"Then why are you talking to me?"

I frown, that's a good question. I don't even know the answer to that. Probably because of her hair, it's such a bright colour. When I saw it I

didn't even realise that, because it's red, she'd probably be a Weasley. Her hair was that bright.

"Because you're accusing me of completely irrelevant things."

"So it's all my fault?"

"Why, yes it is!"

"It's all your fault, you Ferret! YOU managed to just get in that spot right behind me, while you could have walked everywhere in this street. It's almost 4 metres wide!"

She's got a point there, but I'm not going to lose this discussion just because I'm wrong…

"Well, I just like this particular piece of the road, because it's a little less dirty than the rest."

"Yeah, right, and I'm a unicorn." She says sceptically.

"You are? And I never noticed?" I tell her, looking completely innocent, except for my huge smirk"

"That's not what I meant, and you know it." Now she's really pissed off.

I decide to be childish and say: "But you did say it."

She rolls her eyes. "Pathetic, are you always this childish?"

"Are you always this annoying and pissed?"

"No, of course not! I'm only this pissed and, as you call it, annoying when you're around."

"Really? I'm honoured to cause such great feelings to you."

"They're really not as great as you might to think. At the moment I'm deciding which hex would be the most fun to cast at you." So that wasn't just my overactive imagination…

"If I were you I'd stop being childish and go away."

"And why would I do that?"

"I know quite a few good hexes."

"Now I'm really scared." I mock her, pulling an exaggerated scared face.

"You better be.

"Right. Well, I'm off. See you later!" I say, while walking away from her to the Leaky Cauldron.

"I hope not!" And she says I was being childish?

When I enter the Leaky Cauldron, I realise that that's the first time I spoke to her or anyone from the Order after the war. I didn't even go that bad!

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