Ginny stood there, a look of hate, malice, and sadness covering her
beautiful face. She watched as the man she loved, or the man she thought
she loved, wrapped his arms around another woman and kissed her
passionately. Truly she had no right to be jealous, Harry Potter wasn't her
fiancé, boyfriend, husband or promised to her in any other way. Yet
jealousy stung in her heart, and she knew that revenge would be sweet. Her
thoughts of late had been dark. She wanted to kill the bitch who had dared
to lay it's hands on Harry. That bitch happened to be Cho Chang. As it was,
Ginny had some very valuable information that could help her get Harry all
alone, she just hadn't decided how and when to use it. She wanted to make
sure to use it where it would hurt the most. Yes, her thoughts had become
dark.
It was Harry's 23rd birthday and all the Weasley's had been invited. Ginny went a bit reluctantly, but the point was that she went. While the rest of the clan enjoyed mingling with the throngs of people that were stuffed into Harry's London flat, Ginny sat in a dark corner and brooded. Tonight was the night. Cho had decided to pull a no show, a perfect chance for Ginny to hit Harry where it hurt. She would have to wait until later though, until everyone was gone. As the part commenced, Harry noticed Ginny in the dark corner. He frowned a bit. When in Hogwarts, Ginny had always been a bit of a social outcast, but in her adult life he had seen her buzz around like a bee. She was usually on a date or at a party or with friends whenever the trio had tried to contact her. It was strange to see her sitting there looking. evil. As her dark eyes crept up to meet his, Harry gave her a meek wave, and then turned away. He was mad that Cho wasn't there, he was mad that the party wasn't appeasing his mood and most of all, he was mad at Ginny's dark, angry eyes.
Around midnight the crowd started to thin. At 12:30, all but Ginny had left. Harry shut the door to the flat, and then turned to see Ginny eying him mischievously. Harry gulped a bit then started to pick up some trash, trying to avoid her dark stare. He didn't hear her walk up to him, not it came as quite a shock to him when her cold hands touched his face. Springing up abruptly, Harry turned and was face to face with Ginny. Her eyes looked like ice, blue, cold, and hard. Harry noticed that even though her hand was resting on his cheek it was still freezing cold.
"Your hands are like ice Gin." it took him a moment to notice he had stopped breathing. She inched closer to him each second that he didn't speak. Before either of them knew it their noses were touching, fire touched ice. It came as a major shock to Harry when Ginny harshly brushed her lips with his. She made to deepen the kiss but Harry broke away.
"Ginny. what about Cho?" Harry touched his lips as a look of disbelief came over his face.
"What the hell Harry! For years I've wanted to touch you, to, and I'll admit it, to seduce you, just be close to you, and then on your fucking birthday your fucking girlfriend doesn't even show, and you still care about her opinion!?!" Ginny was furious. She didn't even care about the language she had used, or the fact that she had revealed her intentions to the man she loved. She was mad, how could Cho, someone who had something so good, not care enough to keep it close. If Ginny were her, she would have made sure she was at Harry's party, but she wasn't Cho.
"Gin don't talk about her that way," Ginny narrowed her eyes in fury at his response. "That's all you have to say?! After 11 years of slaving after you, I decide to do something about it, and all you can do is defend that slut?!" Her face was red in rage.
"Don't call her that!"
"SLUT!"
"I'm warning you Ginny, she has done nothing to deserve being called that." Harry shook in calm fury. How dare this girl, who he had considered his friend, talk to him, about the woman he loved, this way!
"Oh wake up and smell the coffee dip shit. She's been fucking around with some muggle for the last 2 years. Don't tell me that you're so thick you didn't know that," Ginny's eyes looked like ice again. She had cooled down some, but she was still furious.
"What the bloody hell are you saying Ginny?" Harry's eyes widened in disbelief. Ginny could see he was furious at her accusation. "You had better be joking Virginia Weasley, you had better hope to God you're just jealous," Harry was trembling now. How dare she come into his house and say these things to him.
"You are thick, and don't call me Virginia. If you don't believe me, you don't have to, but it's all in there," she gestured towards a large envelope she had been carrying. "It's all in there Harry, what a kick in the pants that is, don't you think? I had to do something though, she doesn't deserve you, she's fucking you Harry, and not in the way you'd like her to be. I bet you think it's kind of strange how your girlfriend of 3 years hasn't even bedded you yet, I bet you find it funny how she's always on "business trips" when all she does is work at the corner café. You must be dumber then I thought, Potter, either that, or you are desperate. I've had my say, I'm going now," Ginny felt tears well in her eyes. She knew that what she had just done was a horrible thing to do, but it was too late now. Carefully avoiding any contact with Harry, Ginny slipped to the door. She turned back one last time to see him devouring the contents of the envelope. His eyes widened in horror.
"Did, did you take these?" he held up one of the photos. "Yes, photography is one of my many hidden talents Potter. It's a pity you never bothered to notice though, it's a pity you won't get that chance. Good bye," and with that, she slipped out of the door before Harry could retort.
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Feeling like quite the bitch, Ginny walked numbly towards nowhere. Before she knew it, her feet had carried her to her favourite muggle pub. Shaking her head, she turned her heel and walked the other way. Her feet seemed to have a mind of their own though, because she ended up in front of another pub. This time it was the famous Leaky Cauldron, a second home to witches and wizards alike. Seeing as the pub was the most appealing option at the time, Ginny went in, hoping one of her choices would turn out for the good tonight. As luck would have it, all odds were against her that night. As soon as she entered the Leaky Cauldron, who should she spot but her, or rather, her brother's archenemy. Draco Malfoy. It was too late for her to sneak out quietly, he had spotted her. Seeing the sneer on his face, Ginny decided to brave it and not allow him the pleasure of seeing her duck out. A tad too confidently, Ginny sauntered up to the bar, taking a stool right next to Malfoy. Ignoring him, Ginny looked around to see that the pub was relatively empty except for the two.
"Tom, a fire whiskey please, and be generous," Ginny instructed the innkeeper. If she was going to drink her woes away, she was going to do it right. The whiskey burned at first, but halfway through the tall glass the burning stopped, and the alcohol began to take effect.
"What brings you here Virginia?" Draco said through a smirk. It was quite amusing to watch this fair skinned, petite woman try to drown herself in alcohol. He wondered how much her body could take.
"As if you care Draco," she spat at him. Wiping her mouth with her sleeve, Ginny chugged down more of the devilish drink.
"Virginia, must you be so touchy," his eyes glinted with mischief. She narrowed her eyes at him in question.
"Life is miserable as usual, and whiskey sounded better then a joint at the time. I don't know, my feet have a mind of their own when I'm miserable," Ginny didn't know why she confessed all this. After all, this was Draco Malfoy. Her enemy- no her BROTHERS enemy, not hers.
"Hmm, aren't you just a little devil," Draco chuckled, "I never would have guessed that a Weasley, and such a pretty one at that, would let such bad influences into her life."
"I know, unbelievable eh? Well believe it Malfoy. I'm not the goody two shoes everyone expected me to be. As a matter of fact, I hate my life with a passion. I'm itching to do something shocking, bad even, just to prove I'm not the little Ginny they thought I was. That'll show 'em," Ginny's eyes flared in malice as she spoke this. Draco watched her amazed. She was passionate, angry, and evil even.
"I think I can help you there," Draco drawled.
"What do you mean?" Ginny's curiosity was invoked. She no longer had any morals. If the world ended tomorrow she could care less, if evil took over she could care less, if she ended up in a strangers bed she could care less. This new liberation was refreshing, and for once, she didn't care about anything she had so earnestly been working for. Screw the Order, screw her family, and screw Harry. When had they ever given a damn about her? Only when they needed her.
"Just come," Draco had a very sinful look in his eye as he got up from the stool. Finishing her second glass of the vile drink, Ginny got up also.
"Ok."
It was Harry's 23rd birthday and all the Weasley's had been invited. Ginny went a bit reluctantly, but the point was that she went. While the rest of the clan enjoyed mingling with the throngs of people that were stuffed into Harry's London flat, Ginny sat in a dark corner and brooded. Tonight was the night. Cho had decided to pull a no show, a perfect chance for Ginny to hit Harry where it hurt. She would have to wait until later though, until everyone was gone. As the part commenced, Harry noticed Ginny in the dark corner. He frowned a bit. When in Hogwarts, Ginny had always been a bit of a social outcast, but in her adult life he had seen her buzz around like a bee. She was usually on a date or at a party or with friends whenever the trio had tried to contact her. It was strange to see her sitting there looking. evil. As her dark eyes crept up to meet his, Harry gave her a meek wave, and then turned away. He was mad that Cho wasn't there, he was mad that the party wasn't appeasing his mood and most of all, he was mad at Ginny's dark, angry eyes.
Around midnight the crowd started to thin. At 12:30, all but Ginny had left. Harry shut the door to the flat, and then turned to see Ginny eying him mischievously. Harry gulped a bit then started to pick up some trash, trying to avoid her dark stare. He didn't hear her walk up to him, not it came as quite a shock to him when her cold hands touched his face. Springing up abruptly, Harry turned and was face to face with Ginny. Her eyes looked like ice, blue, cold, and hard. Harry noticed that even though her hand was resting on his cheek it was still freezing cold.
"Your hands are like ice Gin." it took him a moment to notice he had stopped breathing. She inched closer to him each second that he didn't speak. Before either of them knew it their noses were touching, fire touched ice. It came as a major shock to Harry when Ginny harshly brushed her lips with his. She made to deepen the kiss but Harry broke away.
"Ginny. what about Cho?" Harry touched his lips as a look of disbelief came over his face.
"What the hell Harry! For years I've wanted to touch you, to, and I'll admit it, to seduce you, just be close to you, and then on your fucking birthday your fucking girlfriend doesn't even show, and you still care about her opinion!?!" Ginny was furious. She didn't even care about the language she had used, or the fact that she had revealed her intentions to the man she loved. She was mad, how could Cho, someone who had something so good, not care enough to keep it close. If Ginny were her, she would have made sure she was at Harry's party, but she wasn't Cho.
"Gin don't talk about her that way," Ginny narrowed her eyes in fury at his response. "That's all you have to say?! After 11 years of slaving after you, I decide to do something about it, and all you can do is defend that slut?!" Her face was red in rage.
"Don't call her that!"
"SLUT!"
"I'm warning you Ginny, she has done nothing to deserve being called that." Harry shook in calm fury. How dare this girl, who he had considered his friend, talk to him, about the woman he loved, this way!
"Oh wake up and smell the coffee dip shit. She's been fucking around with some muggle for the last 2 years. Don't tell me that you're so thick you didn't know that," Ginny's eyes looked like ice again. She had cooled down some, but she was still furious.
"What the bloody hell are you saying Ginny?" Harry's eyes widened in disbelief. Ginny could see he was furious at her accusation. "You had better be joking Virginia Weasley, you had better hope to God you're just jealous," Harry was trembling now. How dare she come into his house and say these things to him.
"You are thick, and don't call me Virginia. If you don't believe me, you don't have to, but it's all in there," she gestured towards a large envelope she had been carrying. "It's all in there Harry, what a kick in the pants that is, don't you think? I had to do something though, she doesn't deserve you, she's fucking you Harry, and not in the way you'd like her to be. I bet you think it's kind of strange how your girlfriend of 3 years hasn't even bedded you yet, I bet you find it funny how she's always on "business trips" when all she does is work at the corner café. You must be dumber then I thought, Potter, either that, or you are desperate. I've had my say, I'm going now," Ginny felt tears well in her eyes. She knew that what she had just done was a horrible thing to do, but it was too late now. Carefully avoiding any contact with Harry, Ginny slipped to the door. She turned back one last time to see him devouring the contents of the envelope. His eyes widened in horror.
"Did, did you take these?" he held up one of the photos. "Yes, photography is one of my many hidden talents Potter. It's a pity you never bothered to notice though, it's a pity you won't get that chance. Good bye," and with that, she slipped out of the door before Harry could retort.
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Feeling like quite the bitch, Ginny walked numbly towards nowhere. Before she knew it, her feet had carried her to her favourite muggle pub. Shaking her head, she turned her heel and walked the other way. Her feet seemed to have a mind of their own though, because she ended up in front of another pub. This time it was the famous Leaky Cauldron, a second home to witches and wizards alike. Seeing as the pub was the most appealing option at the time, Ginny went in, hoping one of her choices would turn out for the good tonight. As luck would have it, all odds were against her that night. As soon as she entered the Leaky Cauldron, who should she spot but her, or rather, her brother's archenemy. Draco Malfoy. It was too late for her to sneak out quietly, he had spotted her. Seeing the sneer on his face, Ginny decided to brave it and not allow him the pleasure of seeing her duck out. A tad too confidently, Ginny sauntered up to the bar, taking a stool right next to Malfoy. Ignoring him, Ginny looked around to see that the pub was relatively empty except for the two.
"Tom, a fire whiskey please, and be generous," Ginny instructed the innkeeper. If she was going to drink her woes away, she was going to do it right. The whiskey burned at first, but halfway through the tall glass the burning stopped, and the alcohol began to take effect.
"What brings you here Virginia?" Draco said through a smirk. It was quite amusing to watch this fair skinned, petite woman try to drown herself in alcohol. He wondered how much her body could take.
"As if you care Draco," she spat at him. Wiping her mouth with her sleeve, Ginny chugged down more of the devilish drink.
"Virginia, must you be so touchy," his eyes glinted with mischief. She narrowed her eyes at him in question.
"Life is miserable as usual, and whiskey sounded better then a joint at the time. I don't know, my feet have a mind of their own when I'm miserable," Ginny didn't know why she confessed all this. After all, this was Draco Malfoy. Her enemy- no her BROTHERS enemy, not hers.
"Hmm, aren't you just a little devil," Draco chuckled, "I never would have guessed that a Weasley, and such a pretty one at that, would let such bad influences into her life."
"I know, unbelievable eh? Well believe it Malfoy. I'm not the goody two shoes everyone expected me to be. As a matter of fact, I hate my life with a passion. I'm itching to do something shocking, bad even, just to prove I'm not the little Ginny they thought I was. That'll show 'em," Ginny's eyes flared in malice as she spoke this. Draco watched her amazed. She was passionate, angry, and evil even.
"I think I can help you there," Draco drawled.
"What do you mean?" Ginny's curiosity was invoked. She no longer had any morals. If the world ended tomorrow she could care less, if evil took over she could care less, if she ended up in a strangers bed she could care less. This new liberation was refreshing, and for once, she didn't care about anything she had so earnestly been working for. Screw the Order, screw her family, and screw Harry. When had they ever given a damn about her? Only when they needed her.
"Just come," Draco had a very sinful look in his eye as he got up from the stool. Finishing her second glass of the vile drink, Ginny got up also.
"Ok."