There's A Thin Line Between Love & Hate


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Summary: In the faraway past, Draco Malfoy and Virginia Weasley were in love; but one of them ran away from the truth. Through deceptions and lies, affairs and secret meetings, will they keep what they have, or runaway to what they should've had? Sequel to I Lost My Heart To Sin!

Notice: Damn that summary sucked. Anyways, I would have rated this R but I realize it would have been really unfair to my PG-13 readers, so I will post warnings on chapters that are R or at least hard PG-13. Also, my chapters will be based on the song "Hurt Before" by the Corrs in case anybody isn't familiar with it. Also, I am a very very SAPPY writer, so this will be really sad, well at least to me! (Especially if you listen to the song as you read it) *Gives cold stares to insensitive people*


Two

There's a pain in her heart that she's trying hard to unwind



Jennasise L. Malfoy. She was everything that a Malfoy should be. Stern, neat, and lovely. She had straight light brown hair that collided to the nape of her neck, which she often wore in a neat, prim bun. Her green eyes stood out, darting back and foward. Her lips were thin and pressed into a faint smile, which always showed kindness, but also tolerance. She had a thin figure, a humble bosom, and long legs. She was perfect, in every way. Not too nice, but not too evil. Sweet enough, but also in devious in various ways. She was beautiful, but not pretty.

Jenna was only twenty years of age, and had been a Ravenclaw back in Hogwarts of Witchcraft and Wizardry. However, she was ambitious and did have a cruel side, she was also a bit sweet and loyal, brave and smart, she was a little bit of everything, and most guys would be grateful to wed her. However, one of those guys was not Draco Malfoy. They had married at the age of eighteen, a small and simple but of course, well paid for ceremony.

They did not have any children yet, because it was frowned upon at such a young age. She had met Draco Malfoy in graduation, and got to know him better in the summer, while they chatted and flirted. They got married promptly, and lived in the Malfoy Manor, sleeping steadily and eating each day. Life was boring for Jenna, she often liked to settle down with a book near the fireplace, while her husband simply ignored her.

There was no kisses, hugs, or latenight adventures. Jenna and Draco were the perfect couple, well rounded and simply there, like a product that would never change. Something boring, something built, like a statue that was meant to be.

And they never moved.

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"Jenna! Have you got the maid yet? It's been awful since Dina quit," quipped Draco Malfoy, not taking his eyes off the Daily Prophet.

"Yes, Drake. I don't know why we need one, but I put an ad up in the back of Witch Weekly, so you can stop sulking, you big baby." Jenna was obviously not in a good mood, especially since he had rejected her offer for a romantic dinner yesterday.

"I was not sulking. Do you understand me? Listen, how many replies have you gotten?" drawled Draco.

"Only two. One girl is nineteen, and the other one is twenty-five," noted Jenna, tapping her chin thoughtfully.

"Hmm, perhaps the girl who is twenty-five...she might have more work experiance," Draco suggested.

Jenna, surprisingly, glared at him. "As a matter of fact, I've seen her resume, and she's only started working. The nineteen year old gets published every month, for a small article for Witch Weekly. I don't remember the name, but it has to do with fashion of some sort."

"What does that matter? We want a maid, not a writer, you twit," Draco snapped.

"Well it'd be nice if we get to know her!"

In a sudden impulse, the doorbell rang. Dannie, a wide eyed house-elf, got it cheerfully.

"Miss, the maid, the maid!" she cried.

Jenna rolled her eyes. "Which one, Dannie?"

"Red!"

"Pardon me?"

"Red girl, red!"

"Er- okay, send her in," said Jenna, waving her hand dismissivley.

Draco got up from the breakfast table. His wife opened her mouth to protest, but he shrugged and went up the stairs, in no need to see which maid they would have work for them.

Little did he know, he'd be missing a hell of a chance.

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Virginia W. Potter was a infectious girl. Full of laughter, jokes, talking, and sweet and innocent. Ambitious, that she was, she was also very needy, and needed people's help most of the time. Being a small time writer, she got paid very little each week, but she was happy with the little fame that she got. Of course, there was the fact that she was married to Harry Potter, which made her well known as "The red head lucky girl", or "Harry Potter's wife".

Though Harry and her were quite content with their amount of money, Ginny wanted some for herself, and decided to look for a job. In a ad in the back of Witch Weekly, were these words:

In need of a maid
Will pay as requested each week
To clean, freshen, and cook.
1726 Ave. Manor
Ask for Jennasise Laurens

The ad seemed simple enough, and she had planned if she got the job that is, that she would only stay for a month and earn some pocket money. It seemed too pitiful that she had to ask from her own husband, especially since he was a raving old bastard that everyone loved and adored.

As she rang the bell, a cheerful little house elf greeted her excitedly, pointing to her and refering her as "Red girl."

Laughing wistfully, she was invited inside, and into the living room, where a a lovely young woman in her twenties sat, sprawled across a emerald green couch.

"Hello, are you Miss Laurens?" asked Virginia politely, smiling.

The woman returned with a small grin.

"That I am. Nice to meet you- Mrs. Potter?" said Miss Laurens, raising her eyebrows in glee.

"Yes. Not to be rude, but this is quite a lovely and big mansion you have here. Do you live alone, Miss Laurens?" asked Ginny.

Miss Laurens stood up, her sleek, shiny mid-thigh dress that consisted of a fading white color, shook. Her hair rumbled again, and she smiled, her eyes gleaming.

"Please, call me Jenna or Jennasise. No, I live with my husband, although I do not care to disripute my married name, you see." Jenna smiled again.

Ginny nodded. "Of course. Me neither. Please call me Virginia. My maiden name is Weasley."

"Virginia...what a tasteful name," Jenna said, but this time, she did not smile. Her lips were timed into a frown, and her eyebrows scrunched together in thought. Where had she heard that name before? Why did it sound so familiar? Virginia Weasley...Weasley, she wrinkled up her nose in disgust. No, it couldn't be Weasley...

Avoiding the woman's obvious trance, Ginny sat down, and grinned when Jenna sat across from her, her eyes darting upward every so often.

"So, Virginia. Please tell me about yourself and why you want this job."

"Well, first of all, I am really good with house elves, so if you're having any trouble, I can convince or persuade them. I'll help around a lot, whenever you need it. I am a good cook, I can cook various different types of food. I don't mind dirt or resuade, so I can sweep the floors...basically, I'll be your average maid."

Jenna was not listening, however. She had figured out who this person was, she had heard the name several times from her husband's sleeping state, and whispering through the stairs, and then a creak of a door opening...

"Very well, Virginia. I will give a reply as soon as I can." Jenna said politely, shaking Ginny's hand.

"What? It's already over?" asked Ginny, baffled in disbelief.

"Well I have several other interveiws to attend to. But I can tell you are very fit for the job," Jenna lied.

Ginny nodded, and they both went out to the hallway, when they saw a silver haired man, ordering a house elf to clean the kitchen.

Jenna stopped, and grinned.

"Oh, Virginia. I forgot you introduce you to my husband," said Jenna, licking her lips in anticipation.

The man turned around, and gaped at them.

"Virginia Weasley Potter, meet my husband, Draco Malfoy."


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