AN: my 1st attempt at something longer than a one shot! So here's the very first chappie, please, PLEASE R&R!
Summary: Ginny Weasley in an angry fit makes a magical vow to date the next man that walks through her office doors, but things don't go the way she planned.
Things Can Only Get Better
Ginny Weasley was angry, no, in fact she was furious. Who did her mother think she was trying to control her life? It was none of her business anyway! Just because she had nothing better to do with her time than set up her kids with horrid dates, Fred still had the bruises from last time.
"Ginny dear, you simply have to get married soon, or at least get a boyfriend!" Molly Weasley cried.
"I don't want one, boys are just a waste of time!"
"You must! Soon you'll be too old and saggy and no one will want you, and you'll die lonely and fat! Why when I met your father…"
Ginny sensing an 'in my day' story quickly cut in, "MUM," she yelled, "JUST BECAUSE YOUR LIFE IS PRACTICALLY OVER DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN ORGANISE MINE!"
"If you don't have a boyfriend for Bill and Fleur's wedding I will take matters into my own hands!" Molly threatened, pushing Ginny into the fireplace, so that her robes were covered in soot, "It's final. Now, GO TO WORK!"
Ginny's grip tightened on her new quill. She heard a CRUNCH and looked down to find her quill snapped in two, the ink spreading over her hands.
"Shit!" she muttered, grabbing her wand to clear up the mess.
"Who does she think she is?" Ginny said out loud, "Right, that's it. I will date the next available man who walks through that door and I will take him to Bill and Phlegm's wedding. If I don't I will spurt antlers, grow a beard and quit the one thing in life that I enjoy, my wonderful job."
It took a few seconds for Ginny to realize what she'd done. She'd had her wand in her hand when she'd said that – she'd made a proper oath! She didn't want to grow antlers! Or a beard for that matter and she certainly didn't want to quit her job! She would have to stop any males coming in. Before she could start to think how to do this, the door swung open:
"Weasley I need the-" A blue bolt shot out of Ginny's wand and hit Draco Malfoy in the stomach.
"-what the bloody hell was that?" Malfoy asked.
"Double shit!" Ginny cried.
"Weasley. What. Have. You. Done?" he demanded, brandishing a hole puncher at her.
"I'm so thick!" she yelled, whacking her head down on the desk, "OW!" She sat up and rubbed the red patch in the middle of her forehead.
"WEASLEY!" Draco yelled.
"ALL RIGHT! God! I made a vow to date the next available man who walks into my office so my mother doesn't set me up with some loser in his mid forties who still lives with his Mum…" she took a deep breath, "…and then you walk in, in all your dick-headed glory, and now I have to date
YOU!" she yelled, knocking the chair over.
"Is that what the spark was all about?"
Ginny nodded grimly,
"Well," he said, "just be thankful it wasn't pervy Mr Hanson who walked through that door."
"Ahhh, I hate my life." Ginny moaned.
Malfoy went quiet and put a hand to his forehead. "Right. Well, there's no way of getting out of this mess. Nevertheless, I think we can both make this work to our advantage. You need a boyfriend to show your mother you're not a sad
Loser…" at this point Draco raised his eyebrows, "and I need to finally prove I'm a good guy and if I appear to date a good guy, especially a Weasley – your family being closest to Potter, however awful it may be, it will be proof that I'm not evil!"
"Why me?" Ginny whined.
"Weasley, are you even listening to me?"
"What?"
"I'll do it," Draco announced.
"Do what?" Ginny asked, sounding thoroughly confused and looking at Draco as if she didn't know how he'd got there.
"I'll date you so your mother doesn't set you up with some forty year old pervert." Draco sighed.
"Really?" Ginny asked, looking incredulous.
"Yeah, but no displays of affection, weasel; I don't want fleas."
"Does it have to be you?" she whined.
Draco nodded, making his way to the door, "Yes, unfortunately."
"Oh God," she moaned. "Well, I better start making arrangements."
"What arrangements?" Draco asked slowly, turning round.
"In part of this vow thingy I said I'd take the lucky guy…" Draco snorted, "to Bill and Phlegm's wedding."
"A wedding?" Draco cringed, "And who the hell is Phlegm?"
"Oh, her - Fleur Delacour." Ginny answered absently, rummaging around her desk.
"What, the Veela?"
Ginny nodded.
"The one who competed in the Triwizard tournament?"
Another nod.
"She's marrying your brother?" he asked in disbelief.
Ginny nodded again, this time obviously annoyed. He was enjoying this.
"A Veela is marrying a Weasley?"
A forth nod.
"And I'm going?"
"YES, what is your problem, you insufferable rat?" she yelled.
"When and where is this wedding then?"
"Tomorrow," she replied. "In France."
AN/ DUN, DUN, DUN, what will happen in the exciting next instalment of
'Things Can Only Get Better.' will things get better for poor Ginerva
Weasley or, as usual, will they continue to get worse until she resolves the problem by banging her head against something hard. Find out soon!