A/N: Hey guys! So are there any people here that read my other Draco and Ginny fic? (Its Impossible)?? Well, anyway, this is another D/G fic... Pretend that you never read Its Impossible cause' this is a whole different story, okay?
I'm starting off the story with Ginny at her job at... The Daily Prophet. Okeydokies? (okay, I promise never to do that again)... R&R!
Changing Personalities (a title that keeps changing)
By: Jey4eva
Chapter 1: Meeting the Enemy
Ginny's POV:
I chewed on my Muggle pen thinking of an intelligent title. I was sitting at my desk in the Daily Prophet building. I sighed leaning back in my chair. My brain was blank. I groaned, "I hate writing," I declared loudly.
There was no reply. I wasn't surprised since there was no one at the office except my boss, Katherine Reagan, and I.
"Katherine!" I whined. "I can't come up with any stories." I looked through all her notes but they were all old news. "I hate writing," I muttered again.
"No you don't," Katherine muttered, not looking up from her papers. "You always say that, but you never mean it."
"But, this time I do mean it," I insisted. "I keep getting writer's block, and its annoying."
Katherine didn't answer.
"Did you hear me?" I asked.
Katherine sighed, got up and got my jacket. She pulled me up, "The reason you have writer's block is because you haven't gone out much to see or hear any news. Now go!" She said pushing me towards the door. "Leave!"
"But-" I protested.
She pushed me out the door and threw my jacket to me. "And don't come back till' you have a bloody good story!" Katherine added and slammed the door shut.
I sighed and put on her jacket. I got out my wand and apparated to Diagon Alley where news usually came from.
I turned and walked to the Three Broomsticks. I stepped inside and frowned when I didn't see the usual busy business. The only people there was Madame Rosmerta, already in her late thirties and a young, silver blond haired man. His back was to me and Madame Rosmerta seemed to be having a conversation with him.
While I was deciding whether or not to interrupt when Madame Rosmerta looked up.
"My God, if it isn't Miss Ginny Weasley," Madame Rosmerta gasped.
I grinned as Madame Rosmerta walked towards me, arms open wide. Madame Rosmerta hugged me hard.
"How long has it been?" Madame Rosmerta asked. "How old are you now? My my, have you developed or what?"
I blushed, "Its been 4 years, I think. I'm 21 now."
"And working for the Daily Prophet!" Madame Rosmerta said nudging me. "I read all of your articles. They're excellent!" She exclaimed.
I smiled modestly.
"Oh my! Where are my manners? Ginny dear, you remember Draco Malfoy don't you?" Madame Rosmerta asked, her eyes twinkling.
I turned and saw Draco Malfoy smirking at me.
"Well, if it isn't Ginny Weasley," Draco drawled, smirking at me.
"Malfoy," I replied cooly.
We stood there glaring at eachother.
Madame Rosmerta broke the silence. "So kids, is there anything I can get you?"
"A butterbeer," we replied at the same time. We instantly glared at eachother for answering the same question at the same time for the same thing. Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy were opposites... enemies... We weren't allowed to want the same thing at the same time.
"Okay, I'll be right back," Madame Rosmerta said and walked away.
I cleared my throat and sat a seat away from Draco.
"What? You scared of me Weasley?" Draco drawled, smirking.
"No," I snapped.
"Then prove it," he replied, crossing his arms.
I pursed my lips, thinking of a reply, but luckily, Madame Rosmerta came in with two butterbeers.
I reached into my purse to pay her but Madame Rosmerta shook her head, "Its on the house," she said. "For the both of you," she added. She looked at her watch and started walking away, "Well, its been nice seeing you two... If you need anything, give me a holler." She disappeared.
I sighed and sipped my butterbeer. So how was I supposed to get news when there was no one to ask? I glanced at Malfoy... He looked much cuter than I remembered... Much more mature...older... I had heard that he was working for the Ministry. I sighed and wondered what I was going to do about my article due in two days. Well, I thought... Might as well start with someone...
Draco's POV:
I gulped down the rest of my beer. I turned and glanced at Ginny. Her forehead was creased, hard in thought. She had gotten prettier than the last time I saw her. The one that I remembered looked like she had a huge red cottonball on top of her head... But, now her red hair was shoulder-length and layered. It went perfectly with her Muggle hoop earrings, and red ruby robes.
She probably felt me staring and turned, "What the hell are you staring at?" She snapped.
I was surprised. I had figured that Ginny Weasley was a goody-two-shoes... But she probably grew up, I thought...
"Nothing," I muttered, and looked away.
"Malfoy..." she said hesitantly.
"What?" I asked irritably.
"Do you- Have you heard any news or rumors lately?" She asked looking expectant.
"Well," I drawled. "Working with the Ministry and all, yes you do hear a few things..." I trailed off.
Ginny rolled her eyes, "Anything you can tell me?" She asked.
"No," I replied abrubtly.
"Ugh!" Ginny groaned. She took a last sip out of her butterbeer then walked out of the Three Broomsticks.
I blinked as she slammed the door shut. I glanced at Ginny's leftover butterbeer. There was a small object laying next to it. I walked over and picked it up. It was about 4 inches... Was it some strange wand? Weasley was strange enough to be carrying these things, I thought. It had the name "Virginia Weasley" on it.
I guess she forgot it, I thought. I studied it for a minute long but I couldn't figure out what it was. I put it in my pocket and walked out of the Three Broomsticks. I needed to find Ginny.
I turned my head and saw her right in front of me. She was searching in her purse for something.
"Damn," I heard her mutter.
"Looking for this?" I asked pulling out her 'object'.
She looked up, "Yes! Where'd you find it?" She asked, taking it from me.
I shrugged, "It was next to your butterbeer." I watched her as she got out a small cluster of parchment paper and watched curiously as she wrote on it with the 'object'.
Ginny frowned turning to me, "What?" She asked. 'Is there spinach in my teeth or something?"
I smiled amused, "No," I said slowly. "Just curious..."
"What?" She asked absent mindedly, jotting down something on the parchment paper.
"What is that?" I asked gesturing to her 'object'. (A/N: That 'object' word is getting annoying...)
"It's a Muggle pen," she replied.
"Oh," I said. "Figures," I muttered.
"I beg your pardon?" Ginny asked sharply.
I waved her away, as if dismissing her.
She scowled then twirled around and started walking away.
For some reason, I didn't want her to leave, "Wait! Ginny!" I said.
"What?" She called back, not stopping.
Think of something fast, I thought...
A/N: Well, that's where I'll stop. Did ya' like it? Okay, I'll post the next chapter really soon. Litterally. If you'd read my other fic, you'll know how fast I can write another chapter. Okay? Please review, otherwise I get REALLY discouraged.
What are you doing still reading this? REVIEW!
I'm starting off the story with Ginny at her job at... The Daily Prophet. Okeydokies? (okay, I promise never to do that again)... R&R!
Changing Personalities (a title that keeps changing)
By: Jey4eva
Chapter 1: Meeting the Enemy
Ginny's POV:
I chewed on my Muggle pen thinking of an intelligent title. I was sitting at my desk in the Daily Prophet building. I sighed leaning back in my chair. My brain was blank. I groaned, "I hate writing," I declared loudly.
There was no reply. I wasn't surprised since there was no one at the office except my boss, Katherine Reagan, and I.
"Katherine!" I whined. "I can't come up with any stories." I looked through all her notes but they were all old news. "I hate writing," I muttered again.
"No you don't," Katherine muttered, not looking up from her papers. "You always say that, but you never mean it."
"But, this time I do mean it," I insisted. "I keep getting writer's block, and its annoying."
Katherine didn't answer.
"Did you hear me?" I asked.
Katherine sighed, got up and got my jacket. She pulled me up, "The reason you have writer's block is because you haven't gone out much to see or hear any news. Now go!" She said pushing me towards the door. "Leave!"
"But-" I protested.
She pushed me out the door and threw my jacket to me. "And don't come back till' you have a bloody good story!" Katherine added and slammed the door shut.
I sighed and put on her jacket. I got out my wand and apparated to Diagon Alley where news usually came from.
I turned and walked to the Three Broomsticks. I stepped inside and frowned when I didn't see the usual busy business. The only people there was Madame Rosmerta, already in her late thirties and a young, silver blond haired man. His back was to me and Madame Rosmerta seemed to be having a conversation with him.
While I was deciding whether or not to interrupt when Madame Rosmerta looked up.
"My God, if it isn't Miss Ginny Weasley," Madame Rosmerta gasped.
I grinned as Madame Rosmerta walked towards me, arms open wide. Madame Rosmerta hugged me hard.
"How long has it been?" Madame Rosmerta asked. "How old are you now? My my, have you developed or what?"
I blushed, "Its been 4 years, I think. I'm 21 now."
"And working for the Daily Prophet!" Madame Rosmerta said nudging me. "I read all of your articles. They're excellent!" She exclaimed.
I smiled modestly.
"Oh my! Where are my manners? Ginny dear, you remember Draco Malfoy don't you?" Madame Rosmerta asked, her eyes twinkling.
I turned and saw Draco Malfoy smirking at me.
"Well, if it isn't Ginny Weasley," Draco drawled, smirking at me.
"Malfoy," I replied cooly.
We stood there glaring at eachother.
Madame Rosmerta broke the silence. "So kids, is there anything I can get you?"
"A butterbeer," we replied at the same time. We instantly glared at eachother for answering the same question at the same time for the same thing. Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy were opposites... enemies... We weren't allowed to want the same thing at the same time.
"Okay, I'll be right back," Madame Rosmerta said and walked away.
I cleared my throat and sat a seat away from Draco.
"What? You scared of me Weasley?" Draco drawled, smirking.
"No," I snapped.
"Then prove it," he replied, crossing his arms.
I pursed my lips, thinking of a reply, but luckily, Madame Rosmerta came in with two butterbeers.
I reached into my purse to pay her but Madame Rosmerta shook her head, "Its on the house," she said. "For the both of you," she added. She looked at her watch and started walking away, "Well, its been nice seeing you two... If you need anything, give me a holler." She disappeared.
I sighed and sipped my butterbeer. So how was I supposed to get news when there was no one to ask? I glanced at Malfoy... He looked much cuter than I remembered... Much more mature...older... I had heard that he was working for the Ministry. I sighed and wondered what I was going to do about my article due in two days. Well, I thought... Might as well start with someone...
Draco's POV:
I gulped down the rest of my beer. I turned and glanced at Ginny. Her forehead was creased, hard in thought. She had gotten prettier than the last time I saw her. The one that I remembered looked like she had a huge red cottonball on top of her head... But, now her red hair was shoulder-length and layered. It went perfectly with her Muggle hoop earrings, and red ruby robes.
She probably felt me staring and turned, "What the hell are you staring at?" She snapped.
I was surprised. I had figured that Ginny Weasley was a goody-two-shoes... But she probably grew up, I thought...
"Nothing," I muttered, and looked away.
"Malfoy..." she said hesitantly.
"What?" I asked irritably.
"Do you- Have you heard any news or rumors lately?" She asked looking expectant.
"Well," I drawled. "Working with the Ministry and all, yes you do hear a few things..." I trailed off.
Ginny rolled her eyes, "Anything you can tell me?" She asked.
"No," I replied abrubtly.
"Ugh!" Ginny groaned. She took a last sip out of her butterbeer then walked out of the Three Broomsticks.
I blinked as she slammed the door shut. I glanced at Ginny's leftover butterbeer. There was a small object laying next to it. I walked over and picked it up. It was about 4 inches... Was it some strange wand? Weasley was strange enough to be carrying these things, I thought. It had the name "Virginia Weasley" on it.
I guess she forgot it, I thought. I studied it for a minute long but I couldn't figure out what it was. I put it in my pocket and walked out of the Three Broomsticks. I needed to find Ginny.
I turned my head and saw her right in front of me. She was searching in her purse for something.
"Damn," I heard her mutter.
"Looking for this?" I asked pulling out her 'object'.
She looked up, "Yes! Where'd you find it?" She asked, taking it from me.
I shrugged, "It was next to your butterbeer." I watched her as she got out a small cluster of parchment paper and watched curiously as she wrote on it with the 'object'.
Ginny frowned turning to me, "What?" She asked. 'Is there spinach in my teeth or something?"
I smiled amused, "No," I said slowly. "Just curious..."
"What?" She asked absent mindedly, jotting down something on the parchment paper.
"What is that?" I asked gesturing to her 'object'. (A/N: That 'object' word is getting annoying...)
"It's a Muggle pen," she replied.
"Oh," I said. "Figures," I muttered.
"I beg your pardon?" Ginny asked sharply.
I waved her away, as if dismissing her.
She scowled then twirled around and started walking away.
For some reason, I didn't want her to leave, "Wait! Ginny!" I said.
"What?" She called back, not stopping.
Think of something fast, I thought...
A/N: Well, that's where I'll stop. Did ya' like it? Okay, I'll post the next chapter really soon. Litterally. If you'd read my other fic, you'll know how fast I can write another chapter. Okay? Please review, otherwise I get REALLY discouraged.
What are you doing still reading this? REVIEW!