It had been a year since Ginny had graduated from Hogwarts. She sat down on her couch in the living room. On the table were all her old school books from last year. She slowly picked up her charms booklet and started flipping through the pages. She quickly flipped past a piece of parchment. Ginny hadn't realized. Suddenly the phone rang. Ginny dropped the book and it slowly hit the floor. Out slipped the piece of parchment. Ginny walked back over to the couch, this time noticing the piece of parchment. She knelt down and picked it up. Ginny read it almost bursting into tears. She now was sitting down on the floor, with the note in her hand and tears running down her face onto to her purple cardigan. Draco walked through the front door. He noticed Ginny on the floor, crying. He put his keys down on the table and rushed towards her. Ginny wiped her eyes, stood up and turned around to face Draco.
"Is everything alright Gin?" He asked her in the caring sort of way.
"Yeah everything's fine, great actually!" she sniffed. She collected all her old books and headed towards the attic.
The attic wasn't the kind of dusty, old kind of place you see on TV, but like a secret room that Ginny could have all to her self with out anyone bothering her. She put all her school books back in her trunk and slumped down on the ground.
Harry was in his apartment, eating ice-cream out of the container. Actually it was frogurt, strawberry flavoured. As he made his way to his couch he yanked off his tie, slipped off his shoes and tried to make himself comfortable after a long day at work. Actually he started work at 10 in the evening, and it was know 3 in the morning. So I guess it was a hard NIGHT at work. If you hadn't already guessed Harry worked at a bar in Watford. It was a quite little pub, with only a couple of drunks per night.
FLASH BACK TO 2 HOURS AGO…
Loud music was blaring in his ears. As he stood behind the bar young girls flirted with him and tried to catch his attention. He served a man who had had definitely too much alcohol.
"Hey areeee you marrried?" asked a very drunken girl sitting at the bar.
"Ok I think that's just a bit too much alcohol for you tonight. How 'bout we have some yummy orange juice at home with your nice husband who you love very much and would never cheat on with the pathetic bar tender at the local night club!" Harry told the pretty young woman.
"I'm nooott marrried?" she yelled. Harry took a glance at her right finger. She was lying. Either that or she was engaged. She walked away from the bar.
"Gosh, drunk women these days.' Harry muttered to himself. There are some stupid people out there these days. As the night led on (and he was hit on even more) he became even gladder that not many wizards came to this bar.
As Harry relaxed on his couch he looked around the apartment. He really needs to clean it up. A well, he would do it later. He flicked his TV on and started to rapidly change the channel. Most people found that very annoying when they came to visit him, but he found it very fun, especially when it annoyed people.
Ginny carefully re-read the note again.
Dear Ginny,
I really do hope you get this…
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