Memoirs Of Me, (the one and only D).

Dear Mr Malfoy.

We thank you for your enquiry towards Miss Weasley. Your qualifications and history have been verified and accepted. Thank you for making such an offer, you have been chosen for the job. You are now officially Miss Weasley's agent. We look forward to doing business with you!

Yours truly, Sexilicious...the modelling company.

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I know, I know. Theres no need to tell me... I rock!

I just received the letter this morning in the owl post. Breakfast lost its appeal after that, and here I am...Ginny Weasley's fashion agent.

I ran into her on the way back from breakfast today, no, quite literally I ran into her. And I bet you can guess what she said? She fired straight back at me with, "Excuse me Malfoy, can you refrain from touching me, If I was seen within a two mile radius of you. Then my reputation would be completely ruined."

You have to give it to her; the girl really has got spunk.

Even though I could of beaten her hands down with the witty comments, I let her think she had the upper hand, actually I think she currently believes I'm insane.

This could be because I didn't say anything to her, I simply hugged her joyously and ran up the stairs back to my room.

I didn't hear any chuckling this time though, I reckon my charm is starting to work on her already! Which isn't really all that surprising, I knew I'd win her over.

There is one dark spot on the pleasantly pink horizon though, father. Apparently as I am under eighteen (only by a month or two) my guardian or parent has to be notified about my agent position.

Father was not too happy when he found out, well actually he was livid. I can tell you a red face does nothing for his complexion. Anyway. The nightmare is now a reality...

He cancelled my allowance.

I don't want to write much more on it, it's too painful, but I'll say this now. When Ginny and I are famous, (model and agent respectively, well actually...who knows?) Then he will be sorry.

I would go off into a fit of mad overlordic laughter but Moldie Voldie gets paranoid when anyone does that, he thinks they're impersonating him. He has eyes everywhere and, believe me no one in their right mind would ever impersonate him.

As I was saying, before I so rudely interrupted myself. I think the combination between my letter and the agent thing made Lucius flip. I hate to think what he is going to do when he reads my next letter. Ah, which I haven't written yet. Soo...

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Dear Father.

I apologise for my last letter, my attitude was completely disrespectful. I also apologise for the letter you received from Sexilicious witch's modelling company. I ask you not to worry about it.

As part of my Armani catalogue contract I receive a certain amount of junk mail. Unfortunately the owl was a bit of a ditz and delivered the letter to the wrong place. So don't worry, it was just Spam, don't lose sleep over it. How is mother holding up? I hope your recently acquired pink catsuit didn't do her any terminal damage. You know what her mental state is without her husband and a catsuit involved. She could really do without it. Anyway, send my love to her. I hope work has been satisfactory lately. It must be difficult with such an idiot in charge of the Ministry. I wish you luck. And by the way, I still think you're a complete asshole. Well, have fun, and don't do anything I wouldn't do!

You're ever respectful and dutiful son, Draco Malfoy.

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He really isn't going to take that too well, thing is I didn't expect him to. And thing is, I really don't care.

And I'm sure he'll get over it. And if he doesn't we all know which famous therapist he will go to. Yup, Voldie himself.

So apart from that, it was a pretty uneventful day. I sent an owl to Ginny, informing her of my newly acquired status. Thought it would be better if she heard it from me.

Needless to say, she really wasn't too happy. I hesitate to write this as I really don't want this getting into the wrong hands, but basically, she beat me up.

There is a lot more to her than it seems, and she really has got killer biceps. I reckon it was just the infamous Weasley temper though. As she calmed right down after that. And actually started apologising. I played my cards right (As this Malfoy always does) and I got what I wanted.

It turns out she is having a little 'get-together' with all her wonderful Gryffindor friends, and who has she agreed to invite but little old me?

But wait, it gets better. She was so ashamed of herself after losing her temper she deigned to sign the contract. And now it really is official. Me = Ginny Weasley's fashion agent.

The cherry on the cake? Well, in preparation for Weasley's little bash...

I just purchased a new pair of leather pants.