GINNY'S OTHER LIFE
Chapter 1
Ginny stumbled into her one room flat in an old dilapidated building somewhere in the slum section of London's outskirts. She hated this place, but it was all she could afford. She had just returned from her job at the old plumbing supply factory. Her job, yea, that was a laugh. She was the janitors helper. Her job was to do whatever dirty job her boss told her to do. Merlin, she hated her job. She hated her life. How did she ever get into this situation? Well, yea. She knew damn well how that happened.
After she graduated from Hogwarts near top of her class, she got a very good job at the Ministry of Magic. Six months later, her luck changed. Her whole life changed. She was accused of mixing up two reports that implicated one of the higher-ups in the ministry of a sex scandal. She knew she didn't mix up the reports, he was guilty. But he was also very wealthy and politically connected. So she took the fall. Even with her father's help, she couldn't prove her innocence in the matter. And not only was she fired from the job, her father was also let go from his job.
From there, her problems compounded. Her family blamed her for her father's loosing his comfortable position at the Ministry. They refused to even speak to her after that. And her friends, well they avoided like the plague. Her self esteem was at rock bottom.
To make matters worse, the long time love of her life had gone missing right after he killed Voldemort. Harry Potter was simply gone. No one had any idea where or why. So everyone naturally blamed her for his disappearance despite the fact that they weren't even seeing each other at that time.
She needed to get away from it all, so she packed her bags and set out for Muggle London. Her parents didn't even say goodbye.
She need a place to live, but she had little money; so she took what she could afford. A tiny one room flat in a dilapidated old building. Muggles didn't recognise Wizard schools, so she had no credentials that would secure a decent job for her, so she took what she could get, a low paying factory job.
So that was why she was where she was. A dirty job. A dirty flat. A dirty sex life.
But she still had one thing going for her; her magic. That was the one thing they couldn't take from her, not that she had much use for it anymore. She was always very good at charms, and the school nurse, Madam Pomfrey, insisted on teaching every girl in the school the necessary sex charms. She learned the contraceptive charms, and the STD prevention charms, not that she had any use for them while she was at school. She was a virgin, and vowed to keep it that way until the right boy came along.
The right boy, yea, that was another joke in her life. All through school she favoured one
Harry Potter. But he never gave her a look. That is until her sixth year. Suddenly he began to notice her. They dated often the whole year. Then that summer he came to live with the Weasleys at the Burrow. They became very close, and she decided that he was the one. She gave up her virginity to him that summer before he left on his stupid quest. She thought that it would guarantee his return to her. How wrong she was. He disappeared right after killing Voldemort, never to be seen again.
After Potter disappeared, she vowed to hurt him for deserting her. She started having sex with every boy that gave her a look. She always cast the contraceptive and STD charms before every date, just in case. She did everything with them, and more. And she discovered that she was a sex machine. That was the beginning of her sex life.
Yea, her sex life. It was another joke-and-a-half, like everything else in her life. But it was the only thing left to keep her going. Once or twice a week she dressed in her provocative best and wandered down to a local pub. She had long ago cut her hair short and bleached it out to a light blond albeit with dark roots. She shaved her pubic hair very carefully, leaving no trace of the copper curls she had once been proud of.
Heavy makeup covered the freckles on her face. She gave up wearing a bra, even during the day. Her breasts weren't that big anyway. She wore a light pull-over that hardly covered her nipples. She donned short shorts and no knickers. No one would mistake her for anything but a street girl. A girl of the night. A whore looking for action. And that is exactly what she had become.
Ginny wasn't stupid, nor was she naive. She knew exactly what she was. Her problem was that she didn't know how to change things. She wasn't even sure that she wanted to change things. Her family had abandoned her. All her former friends were long gone out of her life. The only boy she ever loved had disappeared off the face of the earth. She had a shite-arsed job. And she lived in a dirty rundown flat. Her only solace available to her was occasional sex. And even that was questionable.
She always cast the contraceptive and STD charms on herself before starting out. She knew that she would need them. She would sit in the back of a run-down pub waiting for some guy to buy her a drink. She couldn't afford to buy her own drinks. But she knew that she would have to pay the price anyway, with sex. She would accept the offer of a drink from the first sleazy guy she met. She would quickly down it in one gulp, it was watered down anyway. Then the guy would put his hand on her thigh and whisper dirty things to her with very bad breath. She just smiled and told him that she needed another drink first. She would repeat this act until she was near drunk, or he was. Then she would drag him up to her flat and let him have her body.
This was one of those Saturday nights.
She had decided to try an upscale pub for a change. She entered and was immediately asked for her identification card by the bulky doorman. She had no such card, but showed them her picture ID issued by her employer. There she went by the name 'Jane brown', and that was the name on her ID. It was a legal document, but the doorman refused her entrance because her ID didn't state her age. Infuriated, she started a fight with the door man and caused quite a ruckus. The manager called the police, and Ginny was arrested. But the manager stepped in and told the police that it was all a mistake and asked them to release her. They did, but not till after her picture was taken and the arrest papers were completed.
The night was still young, so she left the police station and decided to try her luck at a lesser pub, one that was just down the street from her flat. She entered the pub and immediately noticed a guy sitting at the bar. She winked at him, smiled, then sat at one of the many empty tables. He quickly ordered another drink and sat in the chair opposite her. She smiled again, and quickly downed the drink in one gulp. Pushing the empty glass towards him, she smiled again.
"A double this time," she said.
He returned and placed the double in front of her.
"Hi," he said in an unsure tone. "I'm Jack, your date for the night."
That was an oft-used introductory opening. She knew what it meant. She picked up the glass drank down about half of it.
"Hi back," she answered. "I'm Jane. Pleased to meet you."
"My pleasure Jane. I see that your thirsty tonight."
"Yea, I am."
She picked up the glass and finished it off. Slamming it down on the table, she pushed it back to him.
"So you come here often Jane," he asked.
"Sometimes, yea. When I'm in need of company," she answered, not looking at him.
"And your in need tonight?" he asked questioningly.
"Yea. So what are you doing here tonight?"
"Good question Jane. I guess I also needed some company."
She laughed. "Company, or just sex?" she asked looking him in the eye now.
He sighed. "Both, I guess."
"Poor boy. Did the girlfriend kick you out tonight, or your wife, or what?"
"Neither. I was just bored."
"So you need some action tonight then. Well I need another drink."
He laughed. "Ok, I'll be right back. I need to use the loo first."
"Don't forget to wash your hands," she called after him jokingly.
He returned to the table and placed another double in front of her. She took it and gulped down a mouth full.
"So what's your story Jane?"
"I don't know. I guess I just need some company."
"No, that's my line Jane. You have to come up with something different."
"Ok, something different. How about I'm pregnant and I've had sex with over thirty men in the last month and any one of them could be the father."
"No, not very good. Try again with just a touch of honesty."
"Ok, how's this. My husband died last month and I just killed my long standing boyfriend," she said, then finished off her drink.
"No. you can do better than that. Try it again."
"Ok, but I need another drink first."
"Jane, I think you've had enough for now."
"What are you, my damn father or something," she half yelled at him. "If you want to have me tonight you'd better get me another drink first."
He just looked at her. This is one disturbed girl he decided. But he relented anyway, and went to the bar to get her another double.
He returned and handed her the drink. She quickly gulped it down and stood up facing him.
"Come on Jack, or whatever your name is. It's have sex with the bloody whore time. Let's go while I can still walk."
End chapter one