hey guys! I'm going to start posting this story, mostly because i'm suffering from serious writer's block for le cirque...please don't hate me. this might end up only being a few chapters, but i've got a great idea for it. lots of love-silverxxprincess
"Miss Ginny? Can I have a juice box?"
Ginny turned to the dark haired girl standing beside her, looking up at the young witch with pleading eyes.
"Of course, Sarah. Go play by Nik and Sasha and I'll be right back." The little girl happily bobbed off to be near her friends. Ginny stretched as she stood up, pulling up her jeans and wiping her hands free of paste on her thighs. She walked to the small kitchen, grabbing a few crisps out of an open bag as she passed on her way to the refrigerator. She opened the door, basking in the cool air that rushed over her before reaching toward the red box of juice on the lower shelf. Ginny knew apple was Sarah's favorite juice, and the little brunette was her favorite, after all. As she was walking toward the living room where six young Muggle children were gathered, Ginny's eye caught on the corner of a black box. Later, Gin...the voice inside her head whispered. She shook her head, and went back to the children.
From 8 a.m. until 6 p.m. Ginny watched Muggle children in her rented house. Her daycare business wasn't huge, but it provided enough money to pay for rent and food for the kids, with a little extra to put away. Besides, Ginny loved children, magical and Muggle alike. It was a joy for her to watch and play with children, without the burden of footing the bill for their every expenses. It was also great that the kids left her at dark, so she was able to enjoy life as a young twenty-something.
"Story time!" Ginny called as she came back into the living room. The children all squealed and ran toward the corner, where pillows were provided for their small bottoms to wiggle on. Ginny sat on the carpet, crossed her legs, and allowed Sarah to sit on her lap while she read Goodnight, Moon to her captive audience.
Three hours later, Ginny chatted with the mothers of Sasha and Sarah, who happened to be cousins. At a knock on the door, Ginny excused herself and opened it to face a frazzled father.
"Er, hello. Is this Ginevra's home? I'm Nik's father..." The man looked around the comfortable home, his eyes focusing on his tow-headed son. The voices of the two women dropped, and the older one looked at the man with pity.
"Yes, you're at the right place. I'm Ginevra," Ginny shuddered at her given name, "But you can call me Ginny. Nik is quite the ladies' man," Ginny added, nodding at his hand-holding with Sasha.
"Yes, yes, of course. I'm Paul, by the way. My wife usually picks him up, so I'm a little lost..." The man's gaze followed the two other women in the room.
"Don't worry, Melissa told me you'd be picking Nik up. Nik, I'll see you tomorrow sweetie," Ginny knelt down and gave the little boy a hug before standing up and shaking Paul's hand. "Nice to meet you," Ginny said, turning to hug Sasha and Sarah. The man left, and the room felt much less tense.
"I heard his wife is cheating on him," Sarah's mother, Danielle, whispered to Ginny as she helped Sarah into her coat. Ginny raised her eyebrows.
"Melissa? She's pregnant."
"But with whose baby?" Danielle shrugged. "All I'm saying is that five months ago she stumbled home on the arms of a very attractive Italian man, and now she's the only one who's excited about the baby."
"Dani, stop gossiping," Sasha's mother, Lori, swatted her sister's arm. Ginny smiled at their playfulness, but inside she was worried. Nik was one of the few boys that she watched, and he was such a sweetheart.
"I'll see you all tomorrow," Ginny sang, ushering the family toward the door. They waved one last time, and Ginny waved back with a smile that dropped the second she closed the door and leaned against it.
She took a deep breath, then walked to the kitchen, pulling out the pack of cigarettes that taunted her earlier. She greedily lit one up, taking in a deep breath before leaning against the counter and letting it out. She finished the fag, then went up the wooden stairs to her bedroom, throwing open the closet door. She tapped a finger against her lips, her eyes roaming through her evening clothes, finally settling on a dark blue, skintight dress. Ginny stripped, leaving her day clothes in a pile, and stepped over the pile into the dress. She pulled it up, wiggling it over her bum, then contorted her arms to zip it all the way up. She dug through a pile of laundry to find a pair of black heels, slung them on, then shook her head to loosen her hair up a bit.
"Lavender, where are you?" Ginny grumbled as she lit another cigarette, staring at the fireplace. She took a sip of tea, tipping back the cup to finish it, then stubbed out her cigarette in the little puddle left behind. She tapped her wand, now taken out of it's hiding place from her bedside table, letting sparks feebly fly out of the end. Green flames lit up the fireplace, casting an eery glow on the pictures on the mantle. Lavender stumbled out, pulling her black dress down to cover her bum, then waved at Ginny.
"Hey girly," Lavender's light brown hair bounced in curls as she walked to give Ginny a hug.
"You're late," Ginny said, sighing when Lavender looked at her wrist and discovered there was no watch.
"Oh, bugger. Fashionably late." Ginny rolled her eyes and grasped Lavender's hand, Disapparating to the expanded part of wizarding London.
"Ginny!" Lavender yelled, reaching out to the redhead. Ginny smiled dreamily, holding up her half-full glass and gyrating her bum into the groin of the lucky man behind her. The unknown man pressed his hand hard against Ginny's hip bone, causing a flicker of pain in her eyes. She took a sloppy sip of her drink, bolstering up her confidence, then smiled at the man.
"Wanna go out back with me?" He breathed into her ear. Ginny nodded, downed the rest of her drink, then smiled at Lavender with half lidded eyes.
"I'll be back sweetie," She called to Lavender, grabbing the man's hand as he led her to an exit. The man pushed it open with his shoulder, grabbing Ginny around the waist. She inhaled the man's scent, a mix of sweat, cologne, and...could it be?
"Do you have weed?" He nodded, leaning against the brick wall of the alley as Ginny rubbed her bum against his inner thigh while he dug into his pockets. He pulled out a tissue, tapped his wand with it, and unzipped the small baggie now in his hands. He smelled it, offering it to her. Ginny took a deep sniff, closing her eyes at the scent. It was fantastic.
The man showed her a small glass bowl, hardly bigger than her finger, then began to pack it. Ginny watched him closely, growing anxious. He finally tapped the bowl with his wand, causing a thin stream of smoke to drift up from the packed marijuana. He took a deep breath, holding it in and passing it to Ginny. She copied his movements, inhaling deeply, feeling the thick smoke fill up her lungs. She opened her eyes partially, startled at how close the man was to her face. He slowly dipped his head down, pressing his lips to hers. She opened her mouth to him, letting the smoke drift into his mouth. He grabbed her roughly, pulling her closer, as she tilted her head up to blow out the rest of the smoke.
The thick smoke curled around the entwined couple, putting the world in a hazy focus. Ginny took another hit, holding the smoke in until her lungs ached, then let it out slowly. The man took his second hit–proving to be the last–and blew the smoke up into the dark night sky.
He turned his attention back to Ginny as he pocketed the bowl, grabbing her bum in one hand as he gently pulled her chin up to him. Contrary to his movements, he kissed her roughly, bruising her lips as she entangled her hands in his dark hair. His hand slid down, coming to rest on the hem of Ginny's very short dress. He yanked upwards, exposing her arse to the cool night air. She shivered, and he grabbed down firmly, trailing his other hand to her bust. He brushed his knuckles over her panting bosom, then slammed his fist up into her jaw.