Hi! This is the rewritten/edited story originally entitled "Brown-Eyed Girl", but I just wrote the second part of it and realized that I don't like that title. So I'm changing it! I'm keeping the original A/N's for nostalgia's sake.
Hey all! I'm not dead, in case you were wondering. I just had a severe case of writers block and the only cure was a computer—which was lacking for a long time. Sorry!
This is a Ginny/Draco romance as they travel to Paris to save Harry Potter. Kind of a love/hate thing. Hope you like! Review!!!
Welcome to:
City of Love
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Ginny, laughing gaily at what Hermione had just said as she breezed past in the hallway, pushed open the door of her office—and the grin abruptly fell off her face. A beautiful pale-blond snake was standing in the middle of the cozy room, erratic and unwelcome.
Her cheerful demeanor had disappeared by now and her professional, clinical sense had taken over. "Ferret," she acknowledged icily.
Draco Malfoy raised a pale eyebrow. "Weasel. You—work here?" He grinned. "Fitting."
Ginny bristled. This was London's finest Healing Center, and she was the High Healer. She was incredibly proud of herself and she loved her office. It was painted a dreamy yellow, with large windows enchanted to look like the outside. It was cluttered with flowers, pictures, awards, and stacks of paperwork. "If you've something important to say to me, Malfoy, spit it out. If not, get the hell out of my office before I call security."
Draco laughed. Ginny was amazed he knew how to laugh, unless it was at someone else...immediately her hands flew to her just-above knee's length emerald Healers coat, hoping it wasn't tucked into her underwear or something equally juvenile. She made herself relax: she was twenty-four, and no longer a scared little girl. He'd noticed her worry, she seethed, as he smirked.
"You couldn't throw me out of here, little girl," he teased.
Ginny's eyes widened in fury. She flicked her wand, and magically called security. "Watch me," she retorted, and stood behind her dark green chair, ready to enjoy the show. She smirked lazily. "I'm not afraid of you, Draco. You're still just a bouncing white ferret. I know you ran during the War."
She didn't know, actually, but he'd disappeared. Oddly enough, he'd been on the Light's side—Harry's side. Indeed, Draco's presence had probably tipped the scales in their favor.
Before she'd inhaled, Draco was up in her face, their noses touching. Ginny was momentarily mesmerized by his silver-grey eyes, and under any other circumstances—(in which, for instance, he wasn't looking as though he'd love to strangle her), she might have leaned forwards and pressed her lips to his delicious-looking mouth.
"I. Don't. Run." He hissed, backing her up until she was pressed up against her side-wall. "Understood?"
His body was practically molded to hers, and her breath was coming in shallow pants and gasps.
She couldn't think. She tried to push him away with her hands but he just grabbed her wrists and slammed them against the wall, and held them there. "Understood?" He demanded, trying to ignore how her sof curves were flush up against him.
"Draco..." she breathed, trying not to be overcome. He smirked. He had her.
Then her beautiful cinnamon eyes cleared. "Get the HELL off me, Malfoy!" she commanded, regal as any princess.
He moved away.
Ginny struggled to keep her dignity. "You dare you?" she whispered. She trembled from the effort of not hitting him. At least, that's what she told herself. "Get out."
"Wait," he took a step forwards and he held up a hand. He swore mentally. How the bloody hell had she come out holding the proverbial cards? He needed the upper hand again, quickly. "I need to tell you--!"
"Security!" two men shouldered the door open and were between Draco and Ginny in a second—wands out and pointed at Draco. "Is there a problem, Gin?" The taller, beefy man (Greg) asked menacingly.
Draco never pleaded or tried to convince someone of something they wouldn't understand. He lifted his head and stared coolly at the little Weasley.
"Yes," Ginny smiled politely. "Escort Mr. Malfoy out, please, Greg."
Draco went, smirking. I'll be back, he thought stormily.
Then he was gone.
Ginny sighed and sank down into he chair. She put her head on her lap. Five minutes later she was still in that position when Hermione pushed open her office door.
"Gin, you'll never believe—I just saw—I thought he was dead—"
"Draco Malfoy," she finished, mumbling into her knees. Miserably she studied her favorite freckle. It was in the shape of a five-point star.
Hermione froze. "You saw him." The smart, beautiful woman took a breath. "He was in here."
Ginny nodded, barely.
"I'll KILL him!"
Startled, Ginny pulled herself up to see her friend storming out the door, her wand drawn, bushy hair flying about like some kind of vengeful angel.
"'Mione, wait!" she caught up to Hermione just by the doors that led out of the Healing section. "WAIT!"
"He touched you," Hermione said flatly. "I can see bruises on your wrists."
She hadn't noticed, though that explained Hermione's violent behavior. "You don't understand..." She took a deep breath. "Gods...'Mione...I just noticed how much I need a boyfriend. I almost kissed him—if the circumstances had been different—I would have!"
Hermione froze.
Ginny covered her face with a groan. "I need to get out more."
Hermione touched her shoulder. "It's okay! Your feelings are normal."
No matter how twisted they seem, she thought wryly. "OK, 'Mione." She paused. "How are you feeling?"
Hermione looked up at the slightly taller woman. She smiled and simply said: "Pregnant."
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Tripping a little over her feet—and more than a little tipsy, Ginny let herself into her apartement. She dropped her keys somewhere on the carpet and giggled madly. "Whoopsie."
"Weasley," Draco Malfoy stepped out of the shadows and flipped on the lights.
"Ow! Bright..." Ginny groaned, kicking off her heels and flopping onto a LZ-Wizard Chair. Malfoy looked at her a groaned.
"You're sloshed, Weasel."
"Am not," she said adamantly. "I'm...ce...shel...shelebratin'!"
He disappeared into her kitchen. "Celebrating what?"
"The...I'm...Hermione's gonna have a bay-bee! She sang out, stretching and sighing, then promptly falling asleep.
Twenty minutes later, Draco came out holding a glass of frothy green sludge. "Weaslette, wake up," He pushed at her shoulder. She murmured and curled up more. He haruumphed. "Wake up! I didn't sign onto this job to be a nursemaid," he muttered.
Ginny cracked open an eye. "Whaddyawant?"
Briefly he wished he wasn't raised a gentleman. He held the glass to her lips. "Drink. A Hangover and a Pepper-Up potion," he told her.
Grimacing, she drank it down.. He gave her two minutes to wake up completely.
She did; and stood up, mad again.
He tried not to notice how the little black, thigh-length dress clung to her modest, yet stunning curves, and how her fiery hair was now soft red and wavy, not frizzy and orange, like it had been in Hogwarts.
"What are you doing in my apartment!?!" she demanded, searching for her wand.
He held it up: his ears burned with the kind of curses a sailor would use. He raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised she would know such words—then remembered her six older brothers.
"Shut up," he said pleasantly. She did, reluctantly. "Now listen," he ordered, and started to pace back and forth. She sank back into her chair.
Then he barked: "You are bound by your oath of the Order of the Phoenix to respond in a time of need. Now we call upon your service. You must travel to Paris with another Phoenix member—me—and we must rescue Harry Potter, who has mysteriously disappeared."
Ginny jumped up, stunned. "What!?!?"
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Mua-hahaha!
Cliffhanger!
Again, this is the cleaned-up version of my story. (I had way too many typos! I also did not like the direction the story was going. I made it more romance and less action. You'll see.)
Original A/N:
Whew! I wrote all that in my World Studies class and just typed it up...my arms hurt, and it's short. Icky. I'm not quite sure where this story is progressing, but I hope it becomes clear. Never fear, I have a semi-idea about what to write.
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