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rarepair_shorts2008-03-27 10:40 am
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Drabble: Ginny/Kingsley
Title: Yes, Sir.
Character Pairing: Ginny/Kingsley
Prompt: 13. Faces in the Glass
Rating: G
Word Count: 541
Summary: Ginny comes to demand something of Kingsley.
Link to Prompt Table: Table: 03/13
There was a picture in his office. Just one. Ginny looked at it as she waited for him to arrive. Her family, Harry, Hermione, Hestia, Kingsley, Andromeda and Teddy. The survivors. Ginny smiled softly at the beaming faces, but what she saw more than anything were the people missing. The faces that should be behind the glass and weren't. It had been several years, but the pain of those lost was still fresh.
Kingsley opened the door to his office and stopped short. She was unmistakable, even from behind. Ginny had grown her red hair out to the middle of her back. Even from a distance it reminded him of fire. He knew it wasn't smart to touch it, but it beckoned him none the less. Ginny was fire to him. The thoughts he had about the young woman were dangerous, but the more he saw her, the more Kingsley needed her warmth to get by.
He cleared his throat to announce himself. Ginny jumped at the sound and dropped the picture. She scrambled to grab it before it hit the floor. Breaking his only personal possession in the room was not how she wanted to start this meeting. Kingsley summoned the picture silently before it could break. The silver frame floated back to the table and he smirked at Ginny. "What are you doing here?"
"I want a job," she answered bluntly. "And not because I'm Arthur's daughter or Harry's friend. I want a job because I'm smart and I need one." Ginny lifted her chin up a fraction of an inch, trying to hide her nervousness. Demanding a job from the Minister of Magic isn't something you do, but here she was doing just that.
"All right." Kingsley moved to his desk and sat down in the large leather chair. He surveyed the redheaded witch in front of him. Several inappropriate thoughts came to his mind, but he pushed them aside. His expression never changed as he looked at her. It was calm and collected. "I need an assistant. Someone I trust and someone I know will listen to me. You can start now."
She hadn't expected that. Ginny blinked at him a few times before answering. Working closely with him wasn't something she had considered before. But the idea of it sent tingles down her arms and warmed her cheeks. "Okay. Now is good. What do I do?"
His lips twitched into a barely-there smirk. "Whatever I tell you to do."
His response didn’t help cool her cheeks and Ginny felt her stomach flip. Determined not to let him know the effect he had on her, she replied with a smirk. “Of course, Sir. But is there anything you need right now?”
Kingsley broke out into a small smile at her flip response. He could think of several things he needed right then. Why had he put himself in this situation? Was it just to torture himself with the one thing he couldn’t have? His role as the Minister would always come first. “Just keep me sane, Ginevra. That’s the best thing you can do for me.”
Ginny smiled at him and turned to leave. “Counting on a Weasley to maintain your sanity is just asking for trouble.”
Character Pairing: Ginny/Kingsley
Prompt: 13. Faces in the Glass
Rating: G
Word Count: 541
Summary: Ginny comes to demand something of Kingsley.
Link to Prompt Table: Table: 03/13
There was a picture in his office. Just one. Ginny looked at it as she waited for him to arrive. Her family, Harry, Hermione, Hestia, Kingsley, Andromeda and Teddy. The survivors. Ginny smiled softly at the beaming faces, but what she saw more than anything were the people missing. The faces that should be behind the glass and weren't. It had been several years, but the pain of those lost was still fresh.
Kingsley opened the door to his office and stopped short. She was unmistakable, even from behind. Ginny had grown her red hair out to the middle of her back. Even from a distance it reminded him of fire. He knew it wasn't smart to touch it, but it beckoned him none the less. Ginny was fire to him. The thoughts he had about the young woman were dangerous, but the more he saw her, the more Kingsley needed her warmth to get by.
He cleared his throat to announce himself. Ginny jumped at the sound and dropped the picture. She scrambled to grab it before it hit the floor. Breaking his only personal possession in the room was not how she wanted to start this meeting. Kingsley summoned the picture silently before it could break. The silver frame floated back to the table and he smirked at Ginny. "What are you doing here?"
"I want a job," she answered bluntly. "And not because I'm Arthur's daughter or Harry's friend. I want a job because I'm smart and I need one." Ginny lifted her chin up a fraction of an inch, trying to hide her nervousness. Demanding a job from the Minister of Magic isn't something you do, but here she was doing just that.
"All right." Kingsley moved to his desk and sat down in the large leather chair. He surveyed the redheaded witch in front of him. Several inappropriate thoughts came to his mind, but he pushed them aside. His expression never changed as he looked at her. It was calm and collected. "I need an assistant. Someone I trust and someone I know will listen to me. You can start now."
She hadn't expected that. Ginny blinked at him a few times before answering. Working closely with him wasn't something she had considered before. But the idea of it sent tingles down her arms and warmed her cheeks. "Okay. Now is good. What do I do?"
His lips twitched into a barely-there smirk. "Whatever I tell you to do."
His response didn’t help cool her cheeks and Ginny felt her stomach flip. Determined not to let him know the effect he had on her, she replied with a smirk. “Of course, Sir. But is there anything you need right now?”
Kingsley broke out into a small smile at her flip response. He could think of several things he needed right then. Why had he put himself in this situation? Was it just to torture himself with the one thing he couldn’t have? His role as the Minister would always come first. “Just keep me sane, Ginevra. That’s the best thing you can do for me.”
Ginny smiled at him and turned to leave. “Counting on a Weasley to maintain your sanity is just asking for trouble.”