Hey Guys!!! Its me Jen again! This is a Fic I have been working on for a
while! This Fic is going to be REALLY REALLY LONG!!! This fic is kinda
different. This is basically Ginnys life. But she is not a wizard. And there are HP characters in it, but some will be origanal. I have a lot of it written, but I am only posting one chapter for right now. I hope that
you like it!!!
Oh I almost forgot, I am Not J.K Rowling! If you think that I am, then maybe you should check your self into St Mungos!!! Oh and I kinda made up the london press, but I don't know if it is real or not. So will some one
email me and tell me, or tell me in a review?
Chapter One
Coffee, Boys, and Millionares
The sky was the same gray white as the skim milk Ginny poured into her coffee. But that is what she loved about London. It definalty wasn't the burrow, where the sky was always a glorius blue, as full of clouds as the burrow was full of people. Ginny was the youngest child in her family with poor parents, and no real mother. Ginny had spent too many hours starting at the sky. No more blue skys with fluffy white clouds for her. It made her feel as if she could be happy when she wasn't. Here in London, any happiness against the overcast arc above seemed a reward.
Befor Ginny had come to London to live, she had considered moving to America, but she wasn't brave enough for it. She wasn't normally scared, but that doesn't mean that she can pick up and move all the way across the atlantic. She knew, though, that she wanted out of the burrow, and far enough away from home that weekend visits would be out of the question. Unlike the herione in a fairy tale, she couldn't say that her stepmother was wicked. Just a little passive aggressive. So she picked London, and the bonus had been that, beside a really nice flat, she had made good friends, gotten a decent job, and had fallin in love with London. She was a Journalist at Londons top newspaper, The London Press. And not to mention that when the music scene got hot, she had found a string of drop-dead-sexy guys. Of course, Ginny admitted to herself as she took her first sip of morning caffeine. London was famous for its bad boys, good coffee, and Micro Millionares. And staring up at the cloudless, grayish sky, Virginia Leigh Weasly considered herself an aficionado on all three.
Sometimes, though she thought that she had them in the wrong positions: Maybe she ought to quit the bad boys completely, cut back on the coffee, and start dating the Micro Millionares. Instead, she got serious with the bad boys, guzzled lattes, and only interviewed and wrote about the micro millionares.
Ginny looked up at the sky once more. Her boyfriend Dean was giving her problems again. "Maybe I should quit coffee, Date the Micros, and write novels about the Bad Boys", she thought, and considered the idea as she stirred a little skim milk into her brew. She considered one of the chocolate and yellow-cake muffins, but then she scolded herself because they were addictive, and she was off them for good! Somewhere in the back of her mind Ginny realized it was either the thought of giving up Dean or writing a book that made her so upset that she craved comfort! Did she have the courage to give up her day job to write books? And what did she have to write about? Too embarrising to write about her exboyfriends she decided. Ginny loved the quite time she spent each morning reading out-of- town papers and staring out the coffee house window, but she would be late if she didn't get a move on. She had another micro millionare profile to write! BORING!!
She took another sip from the cup and glanced at her watch. "wait, maybe I should guit bad boys and write about coffee...". It was all too confusing this early in the morning! She was a night person. She couldn't sort out life issues this early in the morning! She would wait for next New Year's to make some resolutions. Today she had a deadline. She had to finish the article about one more London Techno Wunderkind. She she would see Dean.
Ginny tingled at the tast part of her thought and picked up the coffee, which was now an almost undrinkable temperature. She toke a last gulp anyway and wondered if she could leave work early to get her hair fone befor seeing Dean. She pulled out a Post It notepad and wrote"call stephi for hair appt", then gathered her purse and backpact and walked to the door
As Ginny walked down the "London Press" hallway, she was stopped by Lavander Brown, eye roller extraordinare. "Draco has been looking for you," Lavander hissed. Even though Ginny knew that Lavander was a drama queen, her stomach took a little dive, and the coffee in it didn't like the plundge. The two of them kept walking toward Ginny's cubicle.
"He's on the warpath", Lavander added unnessicarily.
" Is that term politically correct?" Ginny asked Lavander,"or would it be concidered a slur on Native Americans?"
"Putting Draco in any ethnic group would be a slur on them. What is he anyway?" Lavander asked her as the two of them hurried along the corridor. "He's not Italian-American I know that"she added, putting up her hands as if to defend her own ethnic background.
"He sprang from Zeus's forehead", Ginny conjectured as they turned the last corner and entered her cubicle at last.
"Zeus's forehead?" Lavandor echoed." Is Draco Greek? What are you talking about?"
Ginny took off her raincoat, hung it on the hook, and stowed her purse under the desk. "you know like Diana or was it Athena?"
"Princess Diana?" Lavander asked, wrong and one beat behind, as usual.
That was what happened if you talked Greek Mythology with Lavander berfore 10:00(or after 10:00). Ginny took her sneakers off, threw them under her desk, and rooted around for her office shoes. She was just about to explain her joke when the doorway to her cubicle was darkened by Draco Malfoys bulky form. Ginny pulled her head out from under her desk and hoped that he hadnt had more than a few seconds look at her butt. She pushed her feet into her pumps. Facing Draco barefoot was more than she could bear.
"Well thanks for the lead", Lavandor squeaked, and slipped out of the cubicle.
Ginny gave Draco her best I-graduated-cum-laude smile and sat down as cooly as she could. She refused to be cowed by Draco. He wasn't so tough. He was a much smaller bully than all the men that her dad worked with. He wasn't even as big a bully as her father.
"How kind of you to drop in", Draco looked down at his wristwatch."I hope it didn't interfere with your social schedule".
Draco had a habit of acting as if she considered herself some kind of debutante. "Youll have the profile by four", Ginny told hime calmly,"I told you that Yesterday!"
"So I recall, but as it happens, I also need you to do a feature today"
"Shit"she thought,"As if I don't have enough to work on" "On what" Ginny asked, trying to appear unconcerend.
"Mother's Day. I need it good and I need it by tommorow"
So what did you guys think? I think that this was kind of an introductory chapter! It took a while to type. I kinda had the idea for this story. I
have a lot of it written, just not in order yet! Well anyways, I am excited! Whoop my third fic!!!!!! Well review and tell me what you think!!!
LUV Jennykins3!
while! This Fic is going to be REALLY REALLY LONG!!! This fic is kinda
different. This is basically Ginnys life. But she is not a wizard. And there are HP characters in it, but some will be origanal. I have a lot of it written, but I am only posting one chapter for right now. I hope that
you like it!!!
Oh I almost forgot, I am Not J.K Rowling! If you think that I am, then maybe you should check your self into St Mungos!!! Oh and I kinda made up the london press, but I don't know if it is real or not. So will some one
email me and tell me, or tell me in a review?
Chapter One
Coffee, Boys, and Millionares
The sky was the same gray white as the skim milk Ginny poured into her coffee. But that is what she loved about London. It definalty wasn't the burrow, where the sky was always a glorius blue, as full of clouds as the burrow was full of people. Ginny was the youngest child in her family with poor parents, and no real mother. Ginny had spent too many hours starting at the sky. No more blue skys with fluffy white clouds for her. It made her feel as if she could be happy when she wasn't. Here in London, any happiness against the overcast arc above seemed a reward.
Befor Ginny had come to London to live, she had considered moving to America, but she wasn't brave enough for it. She wasn't normally scared, but that doesn't mean that she can pick up and move all the way across the atlantic. She knew, though, that she wanted out of the burrow, and far enough away from home that weekend visits would be out of the question. Unlike the herione in a fairy tale, she couldn't say that her stepmother was wicked. Just a little passive aggressive. So she picked London, and the bonus had been that, beside a really nice flat, she had made good friends, gotten a decent job, and had fallin in love with London. She was a Journalist at Londons top newspaper, The London Press. And not to mention that when the music scene got hot, she had found a string of drop-dead-sexy guys. Of course, Ginny admitted to herself as she took her first sip of morning caffeine. London was famous for its bad boys, good coffee, and Micro Millionares. And staring up at the cloudless, grayish sky, Virginia Leigh Weasly considered herself an aficionado on all three.
Sometimes, though she thought that she had them in the wrong positions: Maybe she ought to quit the bad boys completely, cut back on the coffee, and start dating the Micro Millionares. Instead, she got serious with the bad boys, guzzled lattes, and only interviewed and wrote about the micro millionares.
Ginny looked up at the sky once more. Her boyfriend Dean was giving her problems again. "Maybe I should quit coffee, Date the Micros, and write novels about the Bad Boys", she thought, and considered the idea as she stirred a little skim milk into her brew. She considered one of the chocolate and yellow-cake muffins, but then she scolded herself because they were addictive, and she was off them for good! Somewhere in the back of her mind Ginny realized it was either the thought of giving up Dean or writing a book that made her so upset that she craved comfort! Did she have the courage to give up her day job to write books? And what did she have to write about? Too embarrising to write about her exboyfriends she decided. Ginny loved the quite time she spent each morning reading out-of- town papers and staring out the coffee house window, but she would be late if she didn't get a move on. She had another micro millionare profile to write! BORING!!
She took another sip from the cup and glanced at her watch. "wait, maybe I should guit bad boys and write about coffee...". It was all too confusing this early in the morning! She was a night person. She couldn't sort out life issues this early in the morning! She would wait for next New Year's to make some resolutions. Today she had a deadline. She had to finish the article about one more London Techno Wunderkind. She she would see Dean.
Ginny tingled at the tast part of her thought and picked up the coffee, which was now an almost undrinkable temperature. She toke a last gulp anyway and wondered if she could leave work early to get her hair fone befor seeing Dean. She pulled out a Post It notepad and wrote"call stephi for hair appt", then gathered her purse and backpact and walked to the door
As Ginny walked down the "London Press" hallway, she was stopped by Lavander Brown, eye roller extraordinare. "Draco has been looking for you," Lavander hissed. Even though Ginny knew that Lavander was a drama queen, her stomach took a little dive, and the coffee in it didn't like the plundge. The two of them kept walking toward Ginny's cubicle.
"He's on the warpath", Lavander added unnessicarily.
" Is that term politically correct?" Ginny asked Lavander,"or would it be concidered a slur on Native Americans?"
"Putting Draco in any ethnic group would be a slur on them. What is he anyway?" Lavander asked her as the two of them hurried along the corridor. "He's not Italian-American I know that"she added, putting up her hands as if to defend her own ethnic background.
"He sprang from Zeus's forehead", Ginny conjectured as they turned the last corner and entered her cubicle at last.
"Zeus's forehead?" Lavandor echoed." Is Draco Greek? What are you talking about?"
Ginny took off her raincoat, hung it on the hook, and stowed her purse under the desk. "you know like Diana or was it Athena?"
"Princess Diana?" Lavander asked, wrong and one beat behind, as usual.
That was what happened if you talked Greek Mythology with Lavander berfore 10:00(or after 10:00). Ginny took her sneakers off, threw them under her desk, and rooted around for her office shoes. She was just about to explain her joke when the doorway to her cubicle was darkened by Draco Malfoys bulky form. Ginny pulled her head out from under her desk and hoped that he hadnt had more than a few seconds look at her butt. She pushed her feet into her pumps. Facing Draco barefoot was more than she could bear.
"Well thanks for the lead", Lavandor squeaked, and slipped out of the cubicle.
Ginny gave Draco her best I-graduated-cum-laude smile and sat down as cooly as she could. She refused to be cowed by Draco. He wasn't so tough. He was a much smaller bully than all the men that her dad worked with. He wasn't even as big a bully as her father.
"How kind of you to drop in", Draco looked down at his wristwatch."I hope it didn't interfere with your social schedule".
Draco had a habit of acting as if she considered herself some kind of debutante. "Youll have the profile by four", Ginny told hime calmly,"I told you that Yesterday!"
"So I recall, but as it happens, I also need you to do a feature today"
"Shit"she thought,"As if I don't have enough to work on" "On what" Ginny asked, trying to appear unconcerend.
"Mother's Day. I need it good and I need it by tommorow"
So what did you guys think? I think that this was kind of an introductory chapter! It took a while to type. I kinda had the idea for this story. I
have a lot of it written, just not in order yet! Well anyways, I am excited! Whoop my third fic!!!!!! Well review and tell me what you think!!!
LUV Jennykins3!