A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #5 – Ritual and Ceremonial Magic - Task 2.The binding may be done for just a year or so and renewed annually, or the fasting may be valid for as long as they love one another or forever. - Write about being reunited with an old love
Writing Club March
Showtime: 24 - Rag Doll – (character) Ginny Weasley
Liza's Loves: 13 - Orange Fizz - Write about a Weasley
Marvel Appreciation: 12 - [Colour] Black
Lyric Alley: 7- You smile but your eyes look cloudy
Warning: sexual/prostitute implications
Word Count: 669
The rain pounded the ground, splashing around Ginny as she made her way down the street. She was already running late. The last client meeting had gone a bit long, not that she minded. Overtime pay was always something to be happy about.
"Ginny! Ginny, you dropped something!"
Ginny sighed, as if this day wasn't already going insane. She stopped and turned, about to yell at whoever had stopped her that she didn't have time for this nonsense. Instead, she found herself staring straight at Hermione Granger. The two hadn't talked since Ron had dumped Hermione in favor of being a git.
"Here, you dropped this," Hermione said, holding out a small, tattered, black leather bound book. Ginny's eyes widened. Shit! Did Hermione not realize what she was holding?
"Um, thank you," Ginny stuttered. Hermione handed the the book.
"You know, you don't have to do this? This is your little black book, isn't it, the list of everyone you've..."
"It's a list of my clients, yes. Now, if you don't mind, I'm running late to an appointment," Ginny snapped, grabbing the book and shoving it in her bag. It fell back to the soaked ground. Ginny held up the bag and realized there was a large hole in the bottom. She felt her face flush again as she saw the gold and red plaid of a school girl skirt peeking out. She quickly grabbed the book again.
"Does this appointment involve you losing your clothing?" Hermione asked.
"What's it matter to you?" Ginny asked.
"Because, I care about you? I know we haven't... really spoken since the thing with Ron."
"You left."
"I wrote you, didn't you get my owls?"
"No, I really am late, and being late means making less money, and besides, I really can't afford to lose a client."
"What about making a new one?" Hermione asked. Ginny paused, looking Hermione over.
"Who? I have a very high consulting rate. Not just anyone can afford me," Ginny stated, tossing her damp hair over her shoulder. It flopped against her black suit instead of flying dramatically behind her.
"What happened to you, Ginny?"
"Nothing happened to me. I just realized that if I wanted more from my life, I had to get it myself, even by unorthodox means."
"You decided selling yourself was really the only way? And as for the client I mentioned, how does the Minister of Magic sound?"
Ginny's brown eyes widened.
"You? Really? I thought... well, you know, you liked..."
"Because of Ron?"
"And Viktor, and Harry."
"I never, I like Harry like a brother. Well, what about my offer/"
"Take you on as my client?"
"Your only client, Ginny. Lose the book, the different client every day."
"Three clients a day," Ginny corrected. Hermione tried to keep her face expressionless. "So, just you and me? That's it?"
"Yes," Hermione whispered. Ginny shifted her feet slightly, a skeptical expression on her face.
"And you're not just trying to save or some other nonsense like that? You really want me, in your bed?"
"Why do think Ron and I broke up? I was snogging the wrong Weasley."
Ginny snorted.
"This would be a like a real relationship? Dinner dates and holding hands and being bent over your desk?"
"Yes, yes, and we can start with that if you want. I wouldn't object to you wearing that skirt," Hermione added, nodding to Ginny's bag. Ginny smiled.
"Alright, I was getting tired of this anyway, and by the way, the time I 'accidentally' saw you in the shower?"
"I know, why do you think I dropped the towel in the hallway?" Hermione asked. Ginny nodded.
"Let's go then," she said, pulling out the black book and staring at it. Slowly she set it down on the ground. She drew her wand, smiled at Hermione.
"Incendio," she whispered, watching the book burn. "Alright, boss, where to now?" Ginny asked, looking Hermione over.
"My office," Hermione answered, taking Ginny's arm in hers and walking down the street.
