A/N: Found the beginning of this chapter on my laptop. So I completed the chapter and posted it. More to come! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Yep, I stole it. Don't sue.
Ginny stormed into her flat, kicked off her shoes, threw down her messenger bag and huffed into a big comfy chair.
"I can't believe him... how dare he! What audacity he has to say that to me!" she mumbled to herself.
Luna emerged from the kitchen, holding a bowl in one arm and a spoon in the other. "Date not go too well?" she asked dazily. The redhead replied with a glare. "Apparently not."
Ginny crossed her arms across her chest, "He asked me to meet him there so I could meet his boyfriend! He's gay, Luna! And he brought me there to tell me that in public! He'd been seeing that new guy for two months already. Five months of dating that stupid Scottish Finnigan boy - what a waste."
Luna tilted her head in sympathy, "Brownies?" she offered cheerfully. The redhead merely groaned and covered her face with a pillow.
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"It's just not working out, Draco. You're too... cold. You don't open yourself up and talk to me... you're just naturally a prat. I'm sorry" she said with sympathetic eyes. Standing, Chloe pushed in her chair, grabbed her purse and walked away.
Draco sighed, aggravated. 'That is the fourth girl to dump me in two weeks. I'm actually starting to think it's me' his mind mumbled. He rubbed his hands on his face, then up through his hair.
"I feel like giving up," he said to Blaise Zabini later that night.
"Oi, that's a crazy thing to say, mate. You may know yourself better than I do, but even I know you love girls more than you love – well – anything."
"Maybe that's my problem, Zabini. Maybe I need to just quit."
"Quit?! Now you're talking crazy, Malfoy."
"I'm serious, mate. This is pushing me off my rocker."
Blaise walked over to the calendar on the wall. The days of the week were dancing around the page, making it very difficult for him to find the current day. "Oi! Be serious and hold still!" he screamed at the days. Instantly, they halted their dance and found their proper spots.
"Well, let's see… This is today," he said, pointing to Tuesday, "Lent starts tomorrow. Just how 'off your rocker' do you feel?"
"Lent? What the bloody hell is that?" he asked, getting up from his seat and joining Blaise at the calendar.
As Blaise explained the holy fast, Draco understood where his friend was going with this.
"Forty days without dating a girl…" he thought outloud, "this could work. I think I'll try it."
"I don't think you are fully comprehending this, mate. Lent is serious. It's not a joke; people take Lent to the upmost degree."
"Okay okay, Zabini. I'll take it serious. No girls for forty days. I can do this… easy."
The black-haired man fell into a chair, shaking his head and smiling. This is going to be interesting he thought to himself.
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"Ginny? Hello? Are you home, dear?" Luna heard from the fireplace. She kneeled slightly and replied for her friend.
"Hold on, Mrs. Weasley, I'll go get her."
"Oh, thank you, Luna." The blonde walked to Ginny's bedroom, knocking on the door before opening without a response.
"Ginny, your mum is at the floo."
"Thanks Luna" she said, putting down her book and following her friend to the living room.
"Hey Mum."
"Hello Ginny. I was hoping to catch you while you were at your flat. Hope I didn't interrupt anything."
"No Mum, I was just reading some of my book. What's up?"
"I just wanted to make sure you would be joining me for Lent. I know you are very busy, especially with that new job of yours in Diagon Alley, but I was hoping you would still make some time to celebrate Lent with me."
Ginny's mind scrambled, and she internally groaned. Her mum had always asked Ginny and her brothers to give up something for Lent. Usually it was something childish for them, like a certain toy or a particularly favorite meal of theirs. Ginny remembered one year when Ron had given up Quidditch, and she couldn't help but laugh at the memory.
"Yes Mum, of course I will. What are you giving up this year?" Ginny asked her mother.
"What do I give up every year, Ginerva?" Ginny smiled and rolled her eyes.
"Okay mum, I will give up-" she stopped for a moment, thinking hard and coming up with nothing good. The fresh memory of her mishap date suddely flashed in her mind, "Men."
Mrs. Weasley's expression showed her confusion. "Uh, well, okay Ginny, but may I ask why men? What happened?"
Ginny quickly explained her evening as her mother listened intently.
"I'm so sorry, dear. I just knew that boy was no good. It is better that way, isn't it? That he finds happiness somewhere else, rather than keep up a charade with you?"
The young redhead smiled; her mother always found the silver lining to every gray cloud. "Yes Mum, it is better that way."
"Good girl. Well, I ought to get going, dear. I have to cook dinner before Bill and Fleur show up. She's almost 20 weeks along by now. I can't wait to meet my new grandchild."
Ginny nodded with a smile, "Enjoy supper. G'bye Mum."
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A/N: Eh? How'd you like it? Next chapter, guess who run into each other? Hehe. Review please - there's more where this came from!