Harper's Folly
Co-written by Slytherin Mud Blood and Philisophical Rose(not on ff.net)
Chapter 2 : Chicken Breasts
The topless waitress had come back and was looking more than a litte peeved.
"Have you decided what you want to order *yet*?" she snapped,turning to Ginny..
"I'd like a salad." Ginny figured that she might as well go on a diet.The topless waitress scribbled somthing down on her pad, scowling at Ginny the whole time.
"And what will you have?" the waitress's voice came out considerably sweeter, and Ginny knew that she wasn't imagining it.
Draco smirked. "Uh...yes. I'll have the marinated chicken...breasts." Ginny glared at him furiously.
"Do you want rice, vegetables or french fries with that?"
"French fries."
Ginny glanced at Draco curiously. She would have expected him to order paté, perhaps, or some escargo. He saw her glance at him and gave Ginny a lopsided smile. Ginny found herself comparing him to Harry in every way possible. His smile was more of a wisp, barely appearing, while Harry grinned,lighting up a room. *Stop* she ordered herself. *He's not like Harry, not at all!* The corner of Draco's mouth turned up, as though he knew what she was thinking. The pretty, topless waitress went away, leaving Ginny and Draco alone.
"Angelique doesn't usually act like that," Draco murmured.
Ginny stared at him incredulously. "You know her name?"
"Yeah, I come here alot."
Ginny no longer wondered why Draco Malfoy had been rumored to have lost his virginity at 14.
"So..." Ginny said, at a loss for conversation.
"Well, I'm 5'8, weigh 138 pounds, and about 13 1/2 inches in the c-"
"What?"
"Sorry. I've spent a bit too much time in America."
"It's okay. So, go on..."
"I'm around 13-"
"Malfoy, you're an idiot."
"So you wanted the measurement for my c-"
"Dont even go there, Malfoy."
At that moment, the topless waitress arrived with their meals. Draco turned to the Angelique and said "Will you PLEASE tell her," and pointed at Ginny, "That I'm 13 1/2 inches long in my c-"
"And how would SHE know?"
"She took measurements."
Ginny's eyes bulged. "She WHAT?"
"She's a pretty good tailor, you know."
"Exactly WHAT was she measuring you for?"
"Pants. Why?"
"She had to measure....your...for PANTS?!?!" sputtered Ginny.
He looked puzzled, and Ginny let out a little scream of frusturation.
"I'm leaving!"
She got up and stomped off. Draco turned to Angelique.
"Why was she so upset by my calf measurements?"
The volopultous waitress shrugged.
****
Meanwhile, while Ginny was walking outside in a huff, she smelled a familiar smell. Old cigarettes and stale beer.
*Oh god no* she thought. *Its him!*
Apparently the homeless man recgonized her too, for he said, "Darlingsch, gives us a kiss. I forgives you for kicking me!"
It was either Malfoy or the homeless man, and while she knew Malfoy would make her feel like shit by insulting her and her family, the homeless man would rape her and possibly stab her a couple times for good measure. She chose the less immediate danger.
Ginny ran into Le Topless. The topless waitresses stared at her as she walked over to her old table. Draco was still there, and he was smirking at her, as she might have expected.
"I knew that you'd come back," he said self-complacently.
"I left my purse," Ginny said defensivley.
Malfoy pointed at her.
"Pointing is rude," snapped Ginny. "Didn't your mother ever tell you that?"
"Yeah...it's just that your purse is in your hand..."
Their eyes met once again, his gaze mocking. Ginny fumbled in her purse to cover up for staring.
"So...you wanna get out of here?" said Draco nonchalantly.
"Just tell me what you brought me here for, Malfoy."
He handed her an envelope, and gave her a strange smile. With a small pop, he dissaparated.
Ginny stared at the parchment for awhile before starting to walk home. It was hard in the dark with her heels on, and she knew that the homeless man was proabaly following her.
"Oh, what the hell," she said to herself. "I'll just apparate. I need to owl Hermione anyway, before it gets too late. I wonder what's happening over there?"
With a small pop, she vanished as well.
Ginny re-appeared in her warm, cozy apartment. Lillian hadn't come home yet; her bedroom door was still open.
Ginny grabbed a piece of parchment, and wrote a short letter to Hermione.
She rolled it and attached it to her owl's leg. "Send this to Hermione, Oscar," Ginny whispered to it, as she opened the window. She breathed in the crist autumn air, and shut the window with a snap.
Ginny plopped down on the easy chair, and began to open the note that Draco had slipped her, when there was a knock. With impatience, she opened it, and was instantly engulfed by a warm hug.
"Hey Ginny, it's so good to see you!" She would recognize that voice anywhere. Ginny's heart was beating so loudly she was surprised that he couldn't hear it.
"Come in, Harry!" Her smile was so bright it was blinding.
"Thanks! Ginny, I want you to meet someone."
"Tell him to come in, too."
"Oh, it isn't a him..." Ginny's heart sunk.
"Is it your new secretary?" She was still hoping. Harry laughed his throaty, deep laugh. The one that made Ginny want to kiss him, over and over.
"No! This is my wife..."
It couldn't be. Harry couldn't have a wife! Nothing could be worse than that, nothing whatsoever! Absoutely nothing was could be as bad as Harry getting married!
"Remember Pansy Parkinson, from school?"
Ginny hated always being wrong.
Co-written by Slytherin Mud Blood and Philisophical Rose(not on ff.net)
Chapter 2 : Chicken Breasts
The topless waitress had come back and was looking more than a litte peeved.
"Have you decided what you want to order *yet*?" she snapped,turning to Ginny..
"I'd like a salad." Ginny figured that she might as well go on a diet.The topless waitress scribbled somthing down on her pad, scowling at Ginny the whole time.
"And what will you have?" the waitress's voice came out considerably sweeter, and Ginny knew that she wasn't imagining it.
Draco smirked. "Uh...yes. I'll have the marinated chicken...breasts." Ginny glared at him furiously.
"Do you want rice, vegetables or french fries with that?"
"French fries."
Ginny glanced at Draco curiously. She would have expected him to order paté, perhaps, or some escargo. He saw her glance at him and gave Ginny a lopsided smile. Ginny found herself comparing him to Harry in every way possible. His smile was more of a wisp, barely appearing, while Harry grinned,lighting up a room. *Stop* she ordered herself. *He's not like Harry, not at all!* The corner of Draco's mouth turned up, as though he knew what she was thinking. The pretty, topless waitress went away, leaving Ginny and Draco alone.
"Angelique doesn't usually act like that," Draco murmured.
Ginny stared at him incredulously. "You know her name?"
"Yeah, I come here alot."
Ginny no longer wondered why Draco Malfoy had been rumored to have lost his virginity at 14.
"So..." Ginny said, at a loss for conversation.
"Well, I'm 5'8, weigh 138 pounds, and about 13 1/2 inches in the c-"
"What?"
"Sorry. I've spent a bit too much time in America."
"It's okay. So, go on..."
"I'm around 13-"
"Malfoy, you're an idiot."
"So you wanted the measurement for my c-"
"Dont even go there, Malfoy."
At that moment, the topless waitress arrived with their meals. Draco turned to the Angelique and said "Will you PLEASE tell her," and pointed at Ginny, "That I'm 13 1/2 inches long in my c-"
"And how would SHE know?"
"She took measurements."
Ginny's eyes bulged. "She WHAT?"
"She's a pretty good tailor, you know."
"Exactly WHAT was she measuring you for?"
"Pants. Why?"
"She had to measure....your...for PANTS?!?!" sputtered Ginny.
He looked puzzled, and Ginny let out a little scream of frusturation.
"I'm leaving!"
She got up and stomped off. Draco turned to Angelique.
"Why was she so upset by my calf measurements?"
The volopultous waitress shrugged.
****
Meanwhile, while Ginny was walking outside in a huff, she smelled a familiar smell. Old cigarettes and stale beer.
*Oh god no* she thought. *Its him!*
Apparently the homeless man recgonized her too, for he said, "Darlingsch, gives us a kiss. I forgives you for kicking me!"
It was either Malfoy or the homeless man, and while she knew Malfoy would make her feel like shit by insulting her and her family, the homeless man would rape her and possibly stab her a couple times for good measure. She chose the less immediate danger.
Ginny ran into Le Topless. The topless waitresses stared at her as she walked over to her old table. Draco was still there, and he was smirking at her, as she might have expected.
"I knew that you'd come back," he said self-complacently.
"I left my purse," Ginny said defensivley.
Malfoy pointed at her.
"Pointing is rude," snapped Ginny. "Didn't your mother ever tell you that?"
"Yeah...it's just that your purse is in your hand..."
Their eyes met once again, his gaze mocking. Ginny fumbled in her purse to cover up for staring.
"So...you wanna get out of here?" said Draco nonchalantly.
"Just tell me what you brought me here for, Malfoy."
He handed her an envelope, and gave her a strange smile. With a small pop, he dissaparated.
Ginny stared at the parchment for awhile before starting to walk home. It was hard in the dark with her heels on, and she knew that the homeless man was proabaly following her.
"Oh, what the hell," she said to herself. "I'll just apparate. I need to owl Hermione anyway, before it gets too late. I wonder what's happening over there?"
With a small pop, she vanished as well.
Ginny re-appeared in her warm, cozy apartment. Lillian hadn't come home yet; her bedroom door was still open.
Ginny grabbed a piece of parchment, and wrote a short letter to Hermione.
She rolled it and attached it to her owl's leg. "Send this to Hermione, Oscar," Ginny whispered to it, as she opened the window. She breathed in the crist autumn air, and shut the window with a snap.
Ginny plopped down on the easy chair, and began to open the note that Draco had slipped her, when there was a knock. With impatience, she opened it, and was instantly engulfed by a warm hug.
"Hey Ginny, it's so good to see you!" She would recognize that voice anywhere. Ginny's heart was beating so loudly she was surprised that he couldn't hear it.
"Come in, Harry!" Her smile was so bright it was blinding.
"Thanks! Ginny, I want you to meet someone."
"Tell him to come in, too."
"Oh, it isn't a him..." Ginny's heart sunk.
"Is it your new secretary?" She was still hoping. Harry laughed his throaty, deep laugh. The one that made Ginny want to kiss him, over and over.
"No! This is my wife..."
It couldn't be. Harry couldn't have a wife! Nothing could be worse than that, nothing whatsoever! Absoutely nothing was could be as bad as Harry getting married!
"Remember Pansy Parkinson, from school?"
Ginny hated always being wrong.