A/N- Hello! ok this is my first attempt at writing fan fiction so bear with me and Please please PLEASE review. I've published the first chapter before, but then deleted it for the lack of well… anymore chapters but hopefully i'll get more done this time around. Sorry about the lack of spacing in the summary. I needed to fit it all in.

Oh yeh, the disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I'm writing this for the pure enjoyment of it and am not in any way profiting from it. The only price I would like from this are your reviews (Please review) Gets down on knees, clasps hands together, brings on the puppy dog eyes.

Chapter One

Ginny's P.O.V

"What are you doing? Its 7:10 GET UP!" A shrilly voice pierced my dream. "GET UP! Its 7:10. Do you plan to ever a job? GET UP"

"mhgfm…" I groaned. Being torn out of a wonderful world and pushed back into stupid reality is always harsh.

"GET UP"

"mgfmgft"

"No, get up NOW, you have a bus to catch." My mother has an amazing ability to understand foreign languages.

"Mgtambghf"

"No make you own breakfast"

"Hmm..."

"Yeah, well you better be up by the time I come around again"

My eyes dragged themselves to the clock on the bedside table. 7:20! Holy Cow. My legs kicked up and drunkenly walked to the door.

Ginny dahlin, how many times have I told you not to watch the late night witch? You stay up late means you get up late, which means you arrive at you interview late and that of course means NO BLOODY JOB!'

I have a job

I don't call selling fried chicken part-time a job

Oh shut up you're not making this any better. This argument between my multiple inner voices is a very regular event. Like putting your clothes on, like eating, like swearing at the Ministry of Magic for making the unemployment payments so low.

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There I was, sitting in front of my interviewer, my face resembling a beetroot. I just had to miss my bus, today of all days. We had to be out of floo powder, my broom had to be out for servicing. Today, of all days.

The ministry had vastly improved the wizarding bus system. Now they were much cleaner, healthier, safer and always on time. Too on time.

"So why do you want to become a part of Wiz Advertising Corp.?" The interviewer asked. 'Why? Because I need money, that's why'.

"Because I've seen some of your works and I believe them to be simply exquisite and when I saw the notice on the free position, I thought to myself, how great it would be to be able to say 'I work for Wiz Advertising'."

"Oh? Which of our works have you seen?" Oh damn, why do you want an example?

"Uh… um, the Carols Cat Care one was very good. The use of the phrase and the image brought um… humour and attracted its audience" Oh god can it get any worse?

"Mhmm… Carols Cat Care huh?"

"Yes"

"Perhaps you didn't notice the 'Express Advertising Limited' logo on the side then?" I guess it can.

Wallowing in self pity I walked to the bus stop. With my eyes staring down at the hard floor I walked straight into a billboard. I was met with a huge picture of a dead cartoon cat. 'Carols Cat Care'

"Oh how you mock me, you stupid ad" I yelled. My voluble swearing started to attract a crowd.

'Shut up Ginny'

'This time I have to agree with her'. The head talking again. I think I'm Schizophrenic.

Third Person

Draco's smooth AlphaNumera, one of the best wizarding cars available, came to a sharp halt in front of the sleek MFC building. The mirror like building glistened in the sunlight as it towered over the city. Some of the windows flashed advertisements of MFC and their 'aim' for quality. On top this great stature however, lay a huge purple chicken, with mystical sprinkles floating around it. The architects thought it proper that they put a ridiculous purple chicken on the top to match the MFC symbol.
Like the moon has its meteor crater and the flowers have their spots, Merlin's Fried Chicken has its purple chicken.

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Mrs Weasley was sitting on the sofa knitting when the thuds started. The ground shook. Fear grasped her. The last time there were thuds in the house the result was disastrous.

Mrs Weasley rose and headed toward where the noise was coming from. As she neared Ginny's room the thuds seemed louder. She opened the door and smiled guiltily at what she saw. Ginny was jumping up and down trying to squeeze herself into a pair of pants. Ms Weasley sighed with relief and pity. Her daughter seemed to be following in her footsteps with the one thing she didn't want her to, her weight gain.

Ginny's P.O.V

"Agh. C'mon you stupid leg, FIT" I muttered, trying to get myself into some size 8 pants. Another daily routine of mine, trying to get myself into pants I could wear two months ago. Oh to heck with it.

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"And would you like MFC's special, cracking fries with that?" I asked glancing at the clock. 6 minutes to 6.

"Uh yes, wait no, oh do I have to pay extra? Oh yes, its 14 knots isn't it? Then I don't want any. Actually no maybe I will have some…"

Come on you old hag, today would be nice.

Tut Tut Tut Ginny, customer service. My head conflicted. Oh shut up. What's the time? My eyes travelled to the clock. 3 minutes to 6.

"Here at MFC our customer service is of the highest standard because we value each and every one of you." An over-enthusiastic, sugar-coated voice blared in the background.

"Yes I think I will have the fries" the woman finally said. 55 seconds to 6.

"Certainly Maam, that's 14 knots." I replied sweetly and collected the heap of coins she laid on the table.

"REFIL ON THE CRACKS" someone yelled.

6­:01. Yes! Shift over.

Mission: Serve woman and get out as fast as possible.

Destination: Home

"Ginny!" came a deep voice from behind. My heart sank.

Obstacle: Some guy.

I turned to see who it was. Instantly my heart leapt back up but forgot to beat. Cardiac Arrest, here i come. My knees felt weak. 'Get a grip woman, you see him almost everyday'. Pushing my thoughts aside I smiled and said "Hi Josh". Josh and I have been working together for a year now. He's extremely nice, especially to me and he's absolutely gorgeous. Soft, straight brown hair that seems to bounce everytime he moves, beautiful green eyes and the most wonderful smile. When he smiles you feel yourself smiling. He's a good 5 foot 10 with a well maintained body. Not buffed, just well maintained.

"Yeh hi, umm… I was just wondering…" he said.

"Yes" I replied urging him to go on. My heart was practically jumping out of my ribcage. 'Finally, he's asking me out!'

'I wouldn't be too sure'

'Trust me; I just know it this time'

"Well, you don't have to say yes, but…" he paused.

"Go on" I said trying to sound casual.

"Well can you… on Saturday night, I mean like"

"Josh, YES, I'd lo…"

"Oh thank you so much" he interrupted "I didn't know if you were going to say yes cause you've already done so much for me." I smiled but he continued "I'll just change it on the roster."

"Change it on the roster?" My heart fell again.

"Yeah, you know how Lucy is. She'll throw a fit when she thinks I've skipped a shift and chase me up, then I'll have to chase you up and it just becomes a whole mess."

What the? Then it hit me. My throat suddenly went dry.

"Yeah, smart move" came my raspy reply.

Josh waved his wand and the letters on the roster wall immediately transformed from his name to mine.

"Thanks again" he said and left.

"Why do you keep setting yourself up like that eh?" someone said. I turned. It was Sarah. We've been good friends for a while now. Strange really, because the only thing we have in common is our dead end job.

"Setting myself up for what" I said, my voice still raspy.

"THAT" she said exasperated.

"Oh well, its not like I have anything better to do on Saturday night."

A/N- Okay, that's it for the first chapter. I hope you liked it.

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