Force It On A Girl Why Don't You?
Chapter Nine: Supermodel Intruders and Secret Love Children
Never listen to that little voice inside your head that tells you to wake up, it's evil, conniving and nothing good ever comes from listening to it. Just thought that I'd put that out there.
Why?
Well, when you have an annoying conscience such as the one currently screaming at me to wake up then by God's name you should not open up your eyes. It is dangerous.
I wish I had followed my own advice. Opening my eyes and finding a person inspecting me when I was just in my knickers and a large t-shirt with 'Mungos' printed across my front was not an ideal way to wake up in the morning. Nor was it good for my heart.
"AH!" I screamed, jumping out of my bed and reaching for my wand. First the Daily Prophet and now a thief? What was it? Scare the living jebezus out of Hermione day? I was sadly misinformed about such an occasion.
The person gave me a quick up-smack on the back of my head. Wait. Why would a robber up-smack me, only one person ever did that…
"Ginny," I groaned, flopping back onto the bed and covering my face with a pillow. Great, I had nearly hexed one of my best friends into the next century. "Don't do that, do you want a goo hexing?"
"Not particularly," Ginny responded and I felt the bed sink underneath her weight. "Just don't hit the face darling, it's the money maker."
"Hmm," I replied trying to ignore her presence and return to the dream that I had been having before. The man was just wrapping his arms around me when Ginny interrupted again.
"Not particularly loquacious this morning, are we?" Ginny asked, grabbing my arms and trying to pull me up. "Now I know you have the day off-"
"Off?" I laughed, chucking the pillow away. "I work today, checked the schedule last night as a matter of fact-"
"Someone might have pulled a few strings…"
"Ginny!" I was horrified, I was skiving. "Not all of us are rolling in the galleons! I have rent to pay and, and bills overdue and-"
"You're on top of your payments and you've prepaid rent six months in advance," She informed me as I got to my feet, groaning. I paused. "And you've got a nifty little pile growing in Gringots for a rainy day."
"How did you know that?" I asked amazed. She knew me so well.
"You're Hermione Granger," She informed me and I sighed. Was I that predictable? "Anyways, Lavender has explained your current situation and we've come up with a decent proposition."
"I have a 'situation'?" I asked curiously. "Why was I not made aware of this? Are you talking about nanny mistress? Because that was completely out of context and-"
"You're a nanny mistress in your spare time? Kinky," Ginny continued, not really paying attention to what I was saying. She had a tendency to do that. "As I was saying, Lavender and I have come to the mutual decision that you should-"
"Where is Lavender?" I asked, realizing that, indeed, Lavender was not present.
"In here!" I familiar voice replied and she stuck her head out of the kitchen. "Making us a cuppa."
"I really could use the tea right now," I admitted. "I'm going to pull my hairs out at this rate."
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked, concerned and I nearly choked on my own spit, pretty I know. So she was actually listening, was she?
"Some random bloke came and took a picture of me and Harry for the prophet, Hailee was in my arms so I reckon I'll be the new nanny mistress, what d'you think?" I replied, slowly taking a sip of the warm drink Lavender thrust at me.
"Oh, you mean this," Ginny said, throwing today's Prophet at me. I was on the front page, just like I expected, just…not exactly a nanny mistress. I moaned and covered my face. This was horrible. "Come on, it's not that bad."
"Not that bad?!?" I asked hysterically. "Not that bad?!? Have we read the same thing? This will ruin my career, my life, I'll never go on another date again!"
November 17th
Dailey Prophet
TOP HEADLINES: HARRY POTTER AND SECRET LOVE CHILD
I was walking down a normal Wizarding street a few steps away from Diagon Alley, prime location, when I heard an all too familiar voice through the window. 'Harry Potter?' I thought. 'I swore he owned a house in Godrich Hollow'.
Turns out I was right, Harry was there alright, who was with him however was what was unexpected. You see, we've all been watching Harry and Amelia's relationship very closely, she could have been the one, longest relationship he's had since his ex-turned-supermodel Ginny Weasley.
The woman was fairly pretty, if you're into the innocent beauty kind of thing, nice curly brown hair, I took no notice of her, when was the last time Potter cheated? What caught my eye was the child reaching for Harry.
Maybe this is the reason he just can't stay in a relationship, waiting for the reluctant mother maybe?
"Look!" Ginny exclaimed, pointing at a specific sentence. "They mentioned me!"
"That just makes this all better," I replied dryly. "Nanny mistress, I could deal with…this?"
"What's the problem being Harry's baby mama?" Lavender commented, sipping her own cuppa. "Many women across England would kill to be you right now."
"That's exactly the problem," I replied. "They'll give me glares, mutter behind my back when it isn't even true, and even though my love life is already practically non-existent this will just make it extinct!"
"Then go out a bit," Ginny offered and my eyes bulged out.
"Go out?" I replied incredulously. "They'll see me as an unfit mother out partying to all hours in the-"
"Not to the clubs silly," Lavender explained. "A few dates here and there, doesn't have to be with the same person."
"I don't know…" I started, "What's in it for me?"
"Besides I don't know, a potential soul mate?" Ginny retorted sarcastically. "Maybe love who knows?"
"Someone's been asking about you anyway," Lavender confided.
"I wanted to tell her!" Ginny complained causing Lavender to roll her eyes.
"But I thought-"
"I want to-"
"Could someone please just tell me?" I asked exasperatedly and they grinned at me sheepishly. "Who was asking around for me?"
"You can't know," Ginny told me and I scoffed.
"A lot of help, that is," I said and she scowled.
"We were going to propose," Lavender started. "That it be a blind date."
So I was a secret love child bearer who was ignoring my baby daddy to go on a blind date? I would certainly be hearing about this from mother.
A/n Hey everyone, I was actually putting off writing this for some reason. I just got really swamped with my work and other stories on different sites but the new chapter is finally posted and I hope you guys liked it! Tell me, review please!! I would love some more –hint hint-, love always.