The Hog's Head and its Odd Tails
By AriaTheCraZFerret
Author Notes:
Hi all! (*cough*faithful follower Death Eater Wannabes *cough*; D) I hope you enjoy this new multi-chapter story that popped in my head. This is a story in Ginny's POV, and here's the setting:
You're a barmaid at the Hog's Head Bar in Hogsmeade. You were taught by the best of the best: Madam Rosemerta, who got married and, later, retired. Occasionally Harry, your ex would pop in for a drink. Or treat his friends to twenty each. Take your pick.
Many people would try to hit on you, regardless of relationship status. With reason to, they added. For you were beautiful, with long, flowing curls of hair like fire; meaningful and emotional chocolate brown eyes, which were framed by naturally long black eyelashes, and a body full of curves. It was near sunset; meaning most of the young drunks and the old customers would come in and order a variety of drinks, ranging from some harmless leftover mead to a raging Ogden's Firewhisky. Oh, the tales they would tell. Some say they were Dumbledore's nephew's brother in law or something even wilder.
Here is the story of Ginevra Ann Renee Weasley, a common barmaid with some extraordinary tales.
*cue dramatic music* Hope that was helpful! Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the plot and a handful of characters. Dammit! J.K. Rowling does own most of these characters, though. I twist them to my imagination at make schoolyard enemies' hook up, break up couples and change history. Have fun reading! (And may the force be with you! *wince* "You didn't need to hit me that hard, Elle!")
"Hey, MayCee? Are you ready to go? They're coming in soon." I call out to my apprentice. "Oh, hell yeah, Gin." She slurs, while falling down again. I pinch the bridge of my nose. She's been drinking the special order. Again. "Tell me you aren't tipsy with a straight face, Simmons." I challenge, my voice quiet, yet deadly. "Alright, you ain't tipsy, ya b*tch. Are ya f*ckin' happy now?"
"Nope, I'm not very pleased, as you crudely put it. Just take off 'til the morning. Deal with the massive hangover later. However, you're going to be in charge of dishes and cleaning everything tomorrow. Just take the Knight Bus now even though you'll puke, but since it's this late, just do it. But, MayCee, how many times will I have to tell you to not drink on duty? Especially the special addition Firewhisky! Ogdenbrewed that himself, Simmons. 'Night, and do use the back door, will you?" I scold somewhat harshly.
She's out in 5ish minutes, after an awful lot of tripping and cursing "the damn bloody floor", "these f*ckin' stilettos" and "those –bloody HELL- awful tiny little skirts". Well, they'll grow up. Eventually. I sigh, wondering who I can beg to cover for her. Hermione… no, she's too busy with Professor Snape. Hmm, maybe my boyfriend's nearly always tipsy, blonde, vivacious ex… no; Daphne is at another pub tonight. Maybe Fleur… no, taking care of Victoire, Dominique and Louis must be hard, I can't drag her over here. "Ugh!" I exclaim quite loudly. Several of the usuals are coming in and they notice my loud sigh; now I'll have to act like a drunken stripper. I bat my eyes quite vivaciously and say, "Welcome to the Hog's Head Bar! May I help you? Not like you need it, though… how are you strapping young gentlemen doing tonight? Any women you may be waiting for?" I say quite suggestively. "How about some drinks? The 'Concoction' would be a change, wouldn't it be, Adrian?"I tell one of my ex's friends.
"Any drinks?", "All around, then?" and "Cheers men!" are being shouted all around. I'm a furious tornado of motion as I take orders, strip one piece of clothing, shake together some drinks, serve, take orders, strip, shake. A cycle frequently repeated most nights, and tonight is no exception. Until someone interesting pops in tonight.
Ooh, a cliffie! Don't hurt me, but that was too good to resist. *laugh*
Signing off,
Aria