Bareback

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter, or I'd be in Rome right now with my private masseuse coordinating my date in Greece with Tom Felton. Yeah. Not happening. Sadly. All I have are two Moshe pig's and a little wooden horsy. Say hi, horsy! neigh Hem. Hem. Hem hem.

Chapter One

Dedicated to my friends, Rachel, Emma, and Laura, who would read this if they had the patients to put up with all of my story writing. (Its too much for them to read, even all together!)

Also dedicated to ThisBurningHeart who wrote some great fan fiction. 

Ginevera Molly Rose Weasley hummed to herself peacefully while she applied bright cherry lipstick and a dot of black eyeliner on the outside of each eye, and heavily along the rim. She powdered her cheeks Barbie pink, and her eye shadow was dark lavender with shimmering silver/white. She tied her hair up in a knot and slipped her bright red top hat, covered in sequins and ribbons, right overtop of it. She put on her white peasant blouse and red matching blazer. On came the gymnastic like volleyball shorts in white, over black tights. Ginny pulled on two identical red boots, reaching her knees in height, covered in a glossy finish and glittered to death. It was tacky, but it was uniform.

"Aunty Lydia, I'm going now, I'll see you later, then!" An answer from the backyard echoed, "Already? But Ginny, love, its only ten! The show isn't until three!"

"I know," Ginny replied, walking to the kitchen door, "But I'm going early to see sunny and Jasmine, and to help set up."

"Alright, sweet pea, but don't stay too late tonight like yesterday, you need your sleep. And don't call me Aunt, I'm your guardian now, Lydia will do!" Silence met Lydia's request, for she had hit an unforgotten tender spot in her niece, whose parents had been brutally murdered only one year before. It had been kept quiet, only family and close friends were informed, and whenever it was mentioned, Ginny always somehow found her way out of the room.

"Oh, Gin-Gin," Lydia said, stepping into the house and pulling off her gardening gloves. She embraced the fragile teenager, and felt wetness on her shoulder. "Hush, hush, Ginny." She said. Ginny's hair tumbled out of the hat, and Lydia patted it down.

"Its just so hard," Ginny said, "Being without them and knowing they wont ever be back again. I loved them so much, I mean, they were my parents, how could I not? But when Ron left, the dirty arrogant pig, I was so lost, Lydia. And… sometimes I think I won't ever make it through…" She pulled away from her aunt, who sympathetically cringed.

"Don't worry, sweets, it will be better. Just you wait."

Ginny excused herself to the bathroom where she fixed her makeup and hair, and then was off. She pulled a little sack of green powder from a little bowl beside a large human-sized fireplace, and stepped inside. She dropped the powder, and it fluttered around her mysteriously. She was caught in the spirals, which twisted and turned, almost forming pictures, before coughing, and sputtering out, "The finishing store!" The room disappeared behind her as she twisted, only miniscule in the tornado of green dust and small images, rooms, some with big fireplaces, some with small. Finally she felt her body squeeze, and she was magnetically pushed into a small stock room. She was in the employees only room of the finishing store. Like the diagon alley, you could only see it if you were magic, or looking for it.

Ginny exited the room and tapped her wand to her head. "Divesi Rhenn," She whispered and heard a loud scream from the room. Yup, a lifelike lion had appeared. Just lifelike enough to roar and purr and act normal, but not lifelike to hurt anyone. And it would disappear just before the helicopters and police cars arrived creating complete mayhem, and a chance for Ginny to slip out unseen. She hurried down the isle and out the front doors, ignoring the shopkeeper who roared, "Hey, get back here, is this lion yours?" Why would he think that? Oh right, circus costume.

Ginny hurried into the empty lot next door and across a long untamed field. She reached a tall wooden fence, and looked both ways before levitating herself over the top and landing gracefully.

"Might want to watch where you do that, Weasley, there are muggles everywhere. Although, being the muggle lover that you are, you've probably informed have of the muggle population of us."

Ginny didn't even have to look up.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" She hissed, sending him a glare strait into his eyes. And what eyes they were, grey with dapples of white/blue, almost silver in the light- Ginny blinked her eyes and freed herself of his hypnotizing glare.

"I could ask you the same, weaslette. But why would I bother talking to scum like you?"

"I'm serious, Malfoy," Ginny said, hurrying to catch up with him as he stalked off. "What the hell are you doing here? This is my summer job and it means a lot to me, so beat it. Your not making anything easier."

"Nice suit, Weasley, all you could afford? I say, even a suit like that probably wont fetch Potter for you. Oh well, there's always next millennium. I mean, that's how long it'll take you to save up for some new clothes, anyways."

"Malfoy, tell me what your doing here or-" Ginny stopped short when she was interrupted by the young Malfoy.

"Or what?" Malfoy jabbed, "Gonna go run to daddy, and- What?" Ginny's hazel eyes fogged up and she took a step away. She turned, and walked calmly in the other direction, towards the stables where the horses Jasmine and Sunny were housed.

"Weasley- Weasley I'm not done with you yet, come back here!" Draco yelled, but Ginny turned a corner and tried to block his yells out of her hearing. Stupid Malfoy wanted the last word. Heading towards the stables, Ginny hurried into a jog. She turned the last corner and WHAM smacked into a tall grizzly man with an unshaven face and grey hairs sprouting up all over his almost bald head.

"Why hello, Miss W-" He stopped, beaten down by the girl's stare.

"Mr. Hawkins," Ginny cried, "What in the world is scum like Draco Malfoy doing in this lot? He'll ruin everything, I promise! He's a terrible worker, he's hypocritical and snobbish and rude and obnoxious, and he doesn't do any work. He's racist, too, as is his whole family, and not to mention how sexist he is to me. He's in my school, trust me, I know."

"Trust you?" Mr. Hawkins said, "Now why ever would I attempt that?" He grinned.

"I am completely trustable, I will assure you." Ginny said.

"Remember the Halloween disaster?" Mr. Hawkins interrupted.

"That wasn't so bad!" Ginny retorted with a grimace.

"Ginevera, the fire almost destroyed the whole tent, we had to get specialists to see to the unicorns, and Emily and Hanna still haven't gotten over the trauma! Not to mention the number of workers that quit!"

"Well that sounds real nice," Draco said, "I would love to hear the whole story some time, Mr. Hawkins, but really, about the other topic, how would you know what kind of a worker I am? You're not even in my grade!"

"Well I know plenty of people who are!"

"All of whom are Gryffindor's, I suspect?"

"No, Draco, a bunch of Slytherin's I've been chumming up with."

"What?"

"Sarcasm, you idiot!"

"You call that sarcasm?"

"Draco, Ginevera, please!"

"Better than yours, I bet you say 'not' when your trying to be sarcastic!"

"Weasel!"

"Ferret!"

"Prissy!"

"Arrogant!"

"Know it all!"

"Pathetic!"

"Prissy!"

"You used that one already!"

"Like I said, know it all!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"
"Shut up!"

"You shut up!"

"BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!"

Ginny and Draco turned around and faced Mr. Hawkin's.

"Since you seem like you know each other now, I think its time to tell you that you'll be working together in the barn. Miss Weasley, you can show him around and introduce him to the horses. He'll be a backstage-"

"WHAT?"

"WHAT?"

"No way am I working with him, Mr. Hawkins."

"Ditto."

"Great, you both think this is a bad decision, you have something in common already. You may go now."

And that's how it all began.

A/N: Finally, first chapter done. Not long enough? Then click the "B" at the top of the page, and it will mysteriously become longer. Like it? Love it? Want some more of it? Drop me a review, tell me what you think. It will be a bit of a DG humor/romance, maybe with a bit of a love triangle. They'll go back to school. Please review, only takes 30 seconds! (Seriously, you don't have to make me one more that 30 seconds. First reviewer gets the next chapter dedicated to them!