Chapter – 2
Veiled
"Harry," called Ronald who was riding beside him on his Cleansweep seven, "Do you honestly think we're ever going to find Ginny?"
A mask of icy indifference fell over Harry's turbulent green eyes. He thought back a moment to that day barely two years ago when he'd offered for her.
She'd laughed.
He had been offering to pledge himself to her, and she'd laughed.
Now Harry wasn't a fifteen year old lusting after black hair and big breasts anymore, he knew what life was about.
He should.
He'd laid his own down one too many times not to.
But the fact of the matter was, after fighting tirelessly against evil and unmatchable power not for mere days but years, a person had to change.
Unfortunately people like her didn't realize that.
She'd declined his offer.
And Harry had given her another.
Becoming spy.
Not that it was a act of spite, not in his opinion anyway.
It was practicality and necessity.
The only other female in the order who was old enough or graceful enough to even fit in the role was Fleur, and she was with child so…
Nobody else had been told. Like most undercover missions it was between him, Minerva and the spy in question, while the rest of the order was under the delusion that he/she was dead or taken captive or simply MIA.
Which was why, he answered His best mate, with the same answer he had given everyone else, "I hope so."
Ron it seemed was satisfied with that, for he turned back to guard duty without another word.
"Why is it, that all my girls have to be dumb?" asked Fiona re-applying her red lipstick with flourish, "Teresa is worth seven galleons you're worth nine, and that bloody miser won't pay more than seven…I don't care who she has a date with she can go after her shift."
Violet eyes shimmered with rage, while her long red tipped finger ran along the low neck, she looked up at the lesbian manager her brow arching delicately, "Why don't you let me worry about the payment…"
The manager who knew better than to argue with her when she was in such a …convincing mood, nodded her assent.
Ginny stood back in her room slipping into the scant catholic girl's dress that was their uniform.
The ash skirt barely covered her arse and the crisp white shirt was too tight for her to even button it up, instead she tied it in a simple knot above her navel as she always did.
She surveyed herself in the mirror.
The long black hair was pulled into two long braids while the gaping shirt revealed a black silk bra.
Brows raised in challenge at the image in the mirror, before lowering themselves, she reached for a tube of cherry red lipstick and after two liberal coats and a brush of rogue she opened stepped out into the dimly lit corridor in search of Paul Simps.
The crowd had just began to gather, luscious blondes and curvy brunettes dressed in the same outfit stood at the counters and the bar offering as the bar's sign said "comfort at a price"
She walked into the bar allowing her eyes to roam over the crowd her 'new' 5'6" frame and additional two inch heels giving her an advantage.
Her eyes roamed over brunette's, red-head's, and blonde's, hell, she'd seen every thing from blue to green in this freak house.
She waited calmly by the front counter legs crossed as she lent on the wall.
She allowed her mind to slip into the numb faze she'd been trained to go into, going thru mental potions and recipes.
A light tap on her shoulder made her turn, the goblin on duty pointed a gnarled finger towards a dirty blonde drunk sauntering in.
Plastic heels snapped on the tiled room as she made her way to him towards the crowd, Mr. Simps was in for a day to remember. Thank Merlin, he was a muggle all she'd have to do is get him to her room. Bloody ironic how many 'pureblood' wizards came to muggle whorehouses out of fear of being recognized at the wizarding one's.
Whatever. Better for her, one simple spell and she was done. Oddly enough the only one's she had to sleep with were the death-eaters.
She reached out to tap the man on his shoulder, lean fingers snapped over her wrist.
Violet eyes clashed with steely silver.
A/N: okay let's see um DM/HG ship is over….but the when & how will come later I hate the ship too but don't worry I have a reason for bringing it up…the eyes are his but the shoulder isn't as in he is not Simp's. That dudes just an extra…:D
Thank you so much for the fabulous response, unfortunately the update for this fic will be a bit slower than 'From the Shadows' (my other fic) cause I don't have anything written down…Sorry! But plz do go to Or better yet talk to your teachers and friends and try to do something a charity fund raiser maybe. I know some people say one person can't make a difference, but I say they can, there's a Bengali proverb that say's :
"Khudro, khudro balukona, bindu bindu jol
Gore tule mohadesh, shagor otol"
- "little grains of sand, and tiny drops of water
Together make continents and the vastest oceans"
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