A/N: So... I wanted to get this up an hour earlier... but When editing I was distracted by Gilmore girls and something else... oh yeah, my friend was talking to me and... then I kinda forgot about it after I edited it so I was sitting there for a half hour doing other stuff on the computer and such. So yeah, that's my story.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter.
Chapter Nine: I quit… again.
"I can't stand that place, Harry," Ginny complained waving her hands to the front door they've never used. "I'm not going back. Reporters are always up my ass about everything and I just want to… I just want to sleep. And those pants, Merlin, they're so freaking tight! I can't stand them anymore! I want to rip them up and throw them in the fire! And Lavender, she's worse than when she dated Ron. Seriously. How the hell does Dean take it?"
"Ginny, calm down. It's just a job," Harry said.
"Just a job? You like you're job. My job is worse than double potions with Slytherins! You think double potions with the Slytherins are hell? Live a day as 'Ginny Potter ex-quidditch player extraordinaire!' Yes, like I don't still want to do it? I love quidditch. Even though I got hurt, abused, and so on, I loved it! I felt at home on a broomstick. Now I'll probably never be on a broom again."
Harry watched Ginny pace back and forth in their bedroom. It made him kind of dizzy.
"And now people are noticing I'm gaining weight. They think that's why I quit. So I could go on a fricking feeding frenzy! Have you seen the prophet lately?"
"We don't get it for reason," Harry said, staring at the ceiling, listening to Ginny rant on about her suck-ass of a job.
"It's shit! Shit I say, Harry! Shit! It sucks. I'm glad we don't get the fricking prophet!"
"So am I, Gin. So am I."
"Unlike stupid boss Lavender who thinks she's so cool because she fricking bows down to the fricking prophet! The prophets all lies! Oh my god! I thought of a genius idea! Harry, we need a polyjuice potion."
"What?"
"Yes! And then… Creevy! Dennis Creevey's hair. And you'll pose as Dennis. Then you'll kiss lavender. I'll get a picture of it. Then I'll write about it and I'm genius!"
"No," Harry said, "No, I'm not letting you do this, beautiful."
"I'm anything but beautiful right now Harry, you know it. We all know it! I'm gaining weight like a cow. I'm hideous! It's gross. Look at me," she said lifting her shirt up and showing she had a little extra fat. She squeezed it together, "It's gross."
"You're pregnant, Gin."
"So," she said, "I'm… never mind." she said; she walked over to the bed and sat next to Harry, "Am I boring you?"
"Not really. You are very pretty when you're angry."
"Well, then I'll be gorgeous when I go talk to Lavender."
Ginny apparated away, in her bathrobe, to Diagon alley. She entered Lavender's and stormed to the back room. "LAVENDER!" she screamed, "LAVENDER!" she screamed again, "LAVENDER BR…"
"What Ginny?" she asked angrily.
"I quit," she said.
"What?"
"I quit."
"I thought things were going so well," Lavender said panicky.
"Nope. I quit."
"Did you find a better job?"
"No."
"Then what is it?"
"My pants are too tight!"
"That's it?"
"No."
"Then what is it?"
"I just don't like this kind of work, Lav. I'm sorry. I just… I can't do this anymore! I'm having a baby in like, six months," Ginny said bluntly.
"You are?"
"Yes! Why else would I be gaining weight like a cow?"
"I don't know. Cause you went on a feeding frenzy?"
Ginny rolled her eyes, "I can't do this anymore," she said frustratedly and apparated away.
"I'm back," Ginny said, plopping down on the bed next to Harry. She turned to him, "I love you," she said kissing him.
"I love you too," he said, taking her bathrobe off to reveal her tank-top and shorts. He smiled as he rubbed her back and they kissed.
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