My mum gave me a lifted eyebrow and smiled, "Alright, Ginny dear…But, before you go, did your brother tell you the uh, good news?"
I gave her a small head nod and then with I pop, I was on Diagon Alley.
Looking around, I couldn't think up which store to go to first. There was that new boutique that replaced the sour candy store. I can remember the frilly, puffy dresses that they had last time I was there, and it completely turned me off. But, who knows, maybe all the stores changed again. So, I made my way down the alley, bumping my way past too many people to count, and found a cute little shop that sold jeans and tee shirts. That was the place for me. I went in and found the perfect light colored, shorter jean skirt that was ripped in several different places, and the nicest red, long sleeved shirt that was just slightly low cut. After I bought the outfit and was ready to pop back to the house, I decided to head to a pub and grab a drink and dress, just in case Harry was there when I got there. I wanted to look my best when I saw him today; after all, that was the plan.
I went into this new joint, Hazardous Jay's. It smelled like a pool bar, back in New York. It was good enough for me to just get one small glass of fire whiskey and then leave, so I headed to the lady's room, changed, and then went to the bar. I gave the bar tender a light smile and asked for a small fire whiskey, then took a look around. I felt really good in the outfit I was wearing, like I could conquer anything that crossed my path.
That is, until I saw who was sitting about three seats away. I gave off a light sigh and just looked the other way. Maybe he was like a wasp; if I didn't bug him, he wouldn't bug me. But, with my luck, that just wasn't the case.
"Weaslette!" And he was drunk out the wazoo, too. How marvelous. I decided to pretend I didn't hear him. The bar tender set down my sparkling drink and I paid him, saying thanks. As I took my first sip, I heard him again, "Oy, Weasel's sister, I was talking to you!"
"Leave me alone, Malfoy. I'm not in the mood to speak to an idiot today." I sighed, having no effort in my sarcasm.
"Well, it's a good thing there isn't one around, then." He grinned at me as if there was something clever about what he'd just said, then moved to the seat next to me.
I looked over at him and stared for a few moments. I guess I forgot how handsome he really was. I mean, inside he's sickening and just…not right. But, outside, he's got deep gray eyes that shine in the right light and blonde hair that seemed to have darkened to give his tan face just the right frame and color. Still, I had to remember that on the inside, the guy sitting next to me was the worst person I've ever met.
"Why are you sitting next to me? Did I give any hint or say anything that would make you think I'd want you to sit next to me?" I asked him with a quirked eyebrow and no sign of a smile on my face, yet he just kept on grinning with his perfect white teeth.
"I just figured you wanted some company while you drank that fire whiskey there, I mean, who would want to drink alone?"
Looking down at my drinking, I picked it up and said, "You're right. No one should drink alone." I quickly took one large swig of the entire glass of fire whiskey, put the glass down with a thud, stood up and said, "Mm. That was…good." My eyes were watering now with the pain of the burning liquid that just went down my throat and I had to cough. Then, clearing my throat, I waved to Draco Malfoy saying, "Thanks for keeping me company, Malfoy. Hope to see you…sometime after never. Bye!" And I headed toward the door.
Unfortunately, I'm not that lucky.
"Weaselette. I wasn't done talking to you, yet," He came up next to me, still grinning like a moron.
"Look, Malfoy, I don't think you understand," I tried to keep as calm as I could, but I just couldn't help but talk just a little loud. I mean, really, this guy was just annoying, "If you didn't notice the pain I just went through to get away from you, you're seriously not very bright. Now, I have somewhere I need to be, so if you'll just go away now…?" I made a waving motion for him to go somewhere else, but he just stayed walking right next to me.
Laughing, Draco replied, "I just wanted to know if you and Potter were still together, or if the rumors about you cheating on him were true?"
"What are you talking about?" I said, looking over with confusion. I've never heard anything about cheating on him. That was a new one, but I'm not exactly sure if it was the best anyone's thought up. There was the rumor about me murdering him in his sleep, tossing him into a river, then hearing his voice everywhere, finally turning myself in…and not getting arrested or anything. Yeah, that was a good one. All rumors, however, were my fault completely. All rumors were pretty false, as well.
"With some guy named John Samson? Yeah. I was all over some magazine," Malfoy said, soon after having a drunken laugh and adding, "In my opinion, a gorilla would've been a better choice."
I couldn't help but smile, "Well, I guess I should have married someone like you, then. Only, maybe a little cuter and slightly more intelligent." I said it in a joking matter, a little less hurtful than I'd meant to, but I didn't show that I'd made any mistakes.
Malfoy laughed again and said, "Anyone would have been better for you, Weaselette."
This made me quit walking and I looked over at him, "Why do you say that? And, why are you talking to me, anyway? Don't you have anywhere better to be?" Then I remembered, "Oh no! He's probably back and Mum's probably worried…I better go."
"Wait, you never answered my question…are you and Pothead still together?" Draco asked with true curiosity.
I just gave him a simple smirk and apparated back to the Burrow.