A/N: Another chapter! Woohoo, this one is quite long as well. Although towards the middle the charachters are a bit OC, I guess, I like it. I think it's realistic. Anyways, I like this chapter alot, it moves the story along pretty nicely. Thank you all for your sweet reviews.
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Did I mention that I love Harry? I'm not sure if I did, usually I'm too concerned with my own jealous tendencies, to pay attention to important stuff like that. But, just in case I forgot to mention it, I really do love him. I wouldn't want for him to propose so badly, if I wasn't absolutely head over freaking heels for him. He really is my heart's breath and all of that stuff that girls like Lavender and Pavrati used to say about, oh...every single one of their boyfriends. Except you know, I actually mean it. I really do adore him, even if he may not return the feeling after the dreadful row we just got in. In fact, I doubt very seriously that he even likes me after the row that we just had. I mean sure, we apologized, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything. I mean who's to say he isn't waiting for the first opportunity to sneak out of the house and have an affair with Ho–Cho, damn I keep doing it. Anyways, who's to say that he won't? Not that I think Harry would actually have an affair, well not really at least. But, I don't think I could blame him if he wanted to leave me for Cho after the fight we just had. On the one to ten scale of row severity, I'd definitely rate it at least a twelve. Yeah it was that bad, I mean we're okay now. At least I hope so, anyways this is what happened:
"I just don't understand why you have to go." I whined as Harry and I landed softly from the fireplace, and into our living room. I softly brushed the soot off of my clothes, as Harry did the same to himself.
"I have to go because it's my job, you know that." Harry said quizically, not yet knowing that I was getting into one of my jealous moods. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm always in one of my jealous moods.
"A job that you just happen to share with six beautiful women." I muttered softly knowing that I shouldn't bring it up, but at the same time not being able to stop myself.
"And what exactly does that have to do with it?" Harry questioned wildly, as he took his attention off of the soot on his clothing, and looked me in the eyes daring me to answer.
"I think you know exactly what it has to do with it, Harry James." I said smugly.
"Oh I do, do I? I would love to know how I would know what you're talking about, when I doubt that you do." Harry said forcefully.
"I happen to know exactly what I'm talking about, thank you very much." I said shaking the hair out of my eyes, and trying to settle myself down, but to no ado.
"So, out with it. What is it?" Harry asked showing a side of him that didn't ordinarily come out, as he is with me generally a calm person. I guess that's because he loves me...or at least did before the fight that is.
"I'm just saying that while I'm going to be here all by myself, you're going to be flying through the countryside with six beautiful women, who I absolutely cannot stand." I said my temper catching up with me.
"So that's it is it, Ginny? Is it the girls you hate? Or is it the fact that they're going to be there, and you're not?" Harry asked with a frightening manner I never once imagined possible from him.
"Of course that's it! Can't you get it through your head, that I don't trust any of them? Don't you realize that they're trying to steal you away from me?" I exclaimed loudly, trying to will myself not to show a single weakness. I am a Weasley, I am strong, I will not cry, at least not right now. Not yet.
"Why would they try to steal me away from you? What makes you even think that I would let them?" Harry questioned wildly, as it dawned on me that though he may know of my jealous tendencies, I have never been this honest with him before. Ever. I guess I know how to make myself be truthful from now on, just get in a fight with someone. Well, maybe it only works with Harry, because I get in fights with Ron and Mum all the time, and they are never the kind of truth serum that this is turning out to be.
"How do I know that they wouldn't? How do I know that you wouldn't?" I asked with the same intensity that he used on me, the tears threatening to spill at any second.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because I love you?" Harry said in a more quiet tone than he had been using for the past few minutes. I guess you should know all I needed to hear were those words, and my tear ducts were suddenly over flowing. I maybe intelligent, I may be cynic, I may be jealous, but I'm still a girl. And sometimes, a girl just has to cry, so I did.
"Please don't cry Ginny, it was stupid. Don't cry, don't even think about it. I'm sorry I lost my temper. I'm sorry about it all, okay? Please don't cry. Please?" Harry cooed softly as he attempted to comfort me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and pulled me in close. As he began to wipe away the tears off of my formerly dry cheeks with his thumb, he whispered softly to me. Needless to say, I began to feel better almost immediately. I also felt incredibly stupid, but I feel that way almost all of the time anyways. The only thing I remember actually not feeling right at that moment, was jealous, so maybe really it was one of the best moments of my life.
"I'm so sorry, Harry. I don't know why I said those things, I'm sorry. I really am." I whispered softly back, as my crying began to lull.
"Don't even mention it, okay? Let's just pretend it didn't happen." Harry said softly as he slowly pulled me away from his chest so that he could see into my eyes, as I agreed with a soft nod, as he softly took his arm off of me. I kind of wished he hadn't, although at that very second for some unexplainable reason, I suddenly remembered something I had completely forgotten about.
"Oh my God Harry, I completely forgot I promised Dad I would go by the office today to sign the payroll. I completely forgot to do it on Friday." I said knowing truthfully if I didn't go sign it, there would be no galleons coming in for me this week. And seriously, if Harry were to propose to me tonight as an apology, how could I afford to buy a dress? Seriously, how could I? So, I knew what I had to do, I regretfully had to go to work on a weekend. Which is something I really hate to do. So with one last apology, and a quick look over of my once soot covered clothing, I was apparating to the Ministry.
And even though I do hate going to the office on a weekend, I'm kind of glad I'm out of the house for a while, Harry probably deserves a break after all of that drama. I am just so glad that's over. Arguing really does take a lot out of a girl. Although, I have to say it was awfully therapeutic for me at least. I mean I got that whole jealousy thing out in the open. I mean don't get me wrong, it didn't really cure it at all, I'm still jealous. I mean you can take the girl out of jealous city, but you can't take the jealous city out of the girl...I realize that saying didn't really work in this instance, but let's just pretend for a moment that it did okay? We have other things to concentrate on anyways, such as my arrival to the office.
"Hey Davis, how's your day?" I asked to the head of the department of mysteries; a rather odd fellow, but what else could be expected from someone who worked here? Oh my God, I think I just took a jab at myself, let's ignore that ever happened, okay?
"Not too bad Weasley, not too bad. Did you ever get around to signing that payroll? Your father told me you had forgotten, and I meant to owl you a reminder, but it just slipped my mind." He said as he ran a hand through his quickly thinning hair, as the wrinkles in his forehead began to crease softly.
"Don't worry about it, I'm here to do just that right now." I said as I took a quill out of my purse, and reached for the payroll sheet from his cluttered desk. As I began to sign it, I almost wrote "Ginervra
Potter, but I thought that might be a bit too cocky. Oh who am I kidding? I wrote it and when Davis gave me a strange look, I crossed through it and put Weasley. But a girl, can dream right? Right?
"Actually Ginny, there was something I have been meaning to ask you." Davis said as he looked me in the eyes, and suddenly his wrinkles seemed to disappear. He seemed younger somehow, as the conversation turned to his work, which I knew really meant the world to him.
"What's that?" I asked with a bit of hesitation, hoping he wouldn't suggest I look for a new job, or you know dress as a cockney whore for the Ministry's Christmas Party. I told them, I'd only do that the one time! I'm kidding...surely you must know that, right?
"We have a top secret project going on here, as you may have guessed, seeing as how this is the Department of Mysteries, afterall." He said, as I nodded, and he continued. "And the other day during our meetings concerning the testing of this project, your name came up. We were wondering if maybe you'd be interested in testing out a new spell we're developing." He continued as a quizzical sheen glazed my face. "We are currently developing, a spell that will allow the user to transform himself into an animal of his choice for one hour, without any of the hassles, of learning to be an animagus." Davis finished as if I should be very impressed.
"Wouldn't that be a little dangerous, testing a new spell?" I asked with more curiosity, than fear.
"Well, yeah I suppose there could be some threat of a risk, but that's with almost anything you could do in this department." I agreed with another nod. "So, would you possibly consider it?" Davis asked as if I was his only hope.
"I'll have to get back to you on that. But I promise, I'll think about it." I said truthfully, I would think about it. I would think about how much I didn't want to do it. And then eventually I would either turn it down, or wait until everyone forgot they had even asked me about it in the first place. We said our goodbyes, and I began to make my way back to Harry, pushing the spell testing, completely out of my mind, thinking that I would never need to think about it again.