(A/N: Sorry that I haven't written in a while. My friends decided that I
need a life and have been dragging me to the pool and to the local
amusement park. Strangely the only thing that my boyfriend's asked me to
do is come to his baseball games. But he won't let me come if he isn't
pitching. What? Does he think I'll dump him if I get the idea that he's a
benchwarmer? Nah. He's too hot to be a benchwarmer.()
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters or Back2Back or Jimmy Neutron- wait, huh?
*~*Chapter 4*~*
No Se Puede
Ginny did as Draco so silently instructed. She carefully reached her hand into his back pocket and eased his wand out. Then she placed it inconspicuously in the hand that Draco was holding her with. Then she did the second part of the plan, which involved her tapping into her acting skills. She was to press up against him, wrap her arms around his waist hold tight, rest her head on his shoulder, and pretend to look at Carlos with utter fear. she thought, but she did as she was told. Apparently she did her job, all too well, for Draco looked down at her with a questioning gaze. She didn't answer but held on tighter. Back on task, Draco looked up at Carlos, placing his forefingers on the man's tense neck. "Never hit a lady." Draco stated icily, pointedly glaring after every word. When he was finished, he put pressure on Carlos's lower neck and muttered "Stupefy" from where he stood. Anyone who wasn't close enough to hear Draco would have thought he had used the old trick with the pressure point to knock Carlos out, but Ginny knew what had really happened as she watched Carlos's unconscious body slump to the floor.
There was a single gasp coming from the back of the room. Ginny reluctantly detached herself from Draco and lifted her eyes towards the shocked figure. Angel. Her mouth had gone slack and her duffel bag looked as if it had been unintentionally and haphazardly dropped to the floor in the spur of the moment. "Angel." Ginny breathed, clearing her way across the room in a few liquid motions. Luckily Ginny had already snaked her arms around Angel's shoulders before the poor girl's knees gave way. Ginny, being much stronger than she looked, picked up Angel by the knees, "Draco, can you get the duffel bag? Mr. Potter would you and Troy was it? Yes, Troy. Would you carry Mr. Sanrio out into the pick up bed?" the young man who evidently wasn't named Troy nodded curtly and murmured something that sounded like "It'd be a pleasure" as he grabbed Carlos by the arms. No sooner had Draco flung the heavy duffel around his shoulder, he gave a warm meaningful smile to Ginny and lifted the heavy load out of her arms.
Ginny, being relieved of her hefty baggage looked to Harry who had yet to stray from his seat. She sighed in exasperation and walked over to Carlos lifting his feet off the ground and calling out instructions, "Sorry that you lot had to see that. It won't happen again I assure you. While Angel and I are gone, you may finish your supper and mingle, but let it be known that lights out is at eleven. Oh, and for those of you who would like to know, we have a basketball court outside that door and the ping pong table is folded up and in the corner over there, paddles, balls, and the net are in the mesh beside it. Upstairs, the garage, and the pantry are off limits. Not that we don't trust you, but let it be known that everything is inventoried just so that there is no confusion. If we are not back by curfew, I'd advise you all to get some sleep. We have one heck of a day tomorrow. OH! And I'm also taking these two young fellows here with me." She yelled as an afterthought, for she and Travis (that was his real name) were already down the cement porch steps and trudging towards the back of a red beat up Chevy parked in the gravel drive.
After she and Travis had gotten Carlos situated in the truck bed, Travis hopped down, car keys jingling in his hand. Draco, who had already revived Sleeping Beauty (A/N: no kisses. I'm using the term "sleeping beauty" as a figure of speech. She fainted and he said "enervate" or whatever that counter curse is) and buckled her into the front seat, hopped into the bed of the truck with Ginny. (A/N: For those of you who do NOT catch on quick, Travis is driving because Angel can't, and Ginny and Draco have to sit in the bed with Crackhead Carlos to make sure he doesn't wake up). Ginny thought, blushing and looking away when she realized that she was staring.
"So, Ginny. It's been a long time. How are things going with you and yours?"
"Well, Bill and his wife Fleur and their three kids are living the high life in Egypt. Charlie and his bride, Sarah, are in Romania chasing Dragons- no kids as of yet. Percy and his workaholic partner, Penny, and their two boys are getting by real well at the ministry (A/N: in this fic they are back on speaking terms). The twins are Ladies Men and have yet to settle down in many different senses- their joke shop's success is yet to reach apogee. Ron is in a happy daze as of late. He's been promoted to captain of The Chudley Cannons and his wife, Hermione is pregnant with their third and fourth children; it's twins! And then there is me. I'm okay; I enjoy what I do and get paid good money."
"No significant other?" his eyes twinkled with what looked to be a smidgeon of hope. "I thought you and Potter were an item? Did you split or is that Mr. Potter thing a bit of a strange kinky fetish?"
"N-neither r-really. H-H-Harry he. he l-left. he-" here Ginny broke down and let out the pent up sobs that had forced her into a stuttering mess. Draco looking truly concerned and sincere reached over and pulled her into his consoling arms.
"I'm sorry babe, I knew he was an asshole. I'm so sorry."
"You. you d-didn't know. I'll. I'll b-be a- all. I'll be okay." she sniffled, sinking back into his arms and looking up into his concerned eyes. "I don't miss him, b-but its-still hurts. Up!" Ginny called to the dogs that were sitting patiently on the porch. Ginny cocked her head back on Draco's shoulder to look through the window in the rear window of the truck when the dogs were settled down in the bed. "Travis, could you drive us to Pablo's first and double back to the orphanage please? Angel will give you directions."
"Sure thing!" replied Travis as he revved up the car and listened intently to Angel's mumbled instructions.
Ginny and Draco sat in complete silence as the truck rumbled along the gravel road. After about fifteen minutes, the rickety old truck pulled to a stop in front of a soup kitchen owned by a kindly old wizard named Pablo who Ginny had always kept up to date with the goings-on in LDM. Ginny made no move to leave Draco's arms until Travis had already closed his car door and mad his way around the car and grabbed his end of Carlos. Reluctantly, Ginny detached herself from Draco's safe, warm, and comforting arms to grab Carlo's arms and help Travis hoist him towards a the rickety old soup kitchen door. They were on the dodgy outskirts of Santiago and it was like a ghetto. The place was filthy, prostitutes on every corner and the filthy dirt road (no gravel it had faded into a dusty dirt road) was littered with wrappers, cigarette butts, drug siphons, and glue containers. Ginny got off the truck and attempted to hold up Carlos and ring the soup kitchen's doorbell. Finally she gave up and unceremoniously dropped her side of Carlos and pushed the button hard. Waiting, Ginny looked around at her surroundings. From where they were standing they could hear the nearest whore propositioning her latest victim, "*Una mutah para tu y uno mil pesos para mi. Es un muy bien trato! Acercarse; amaestrado me! "(A/N: see bottom of the page if you do not understand Spanish.)
Ginny looked over at Draco who was standing against the truck but quickly looked away when she caught his eye. Ginny turned back around to see a woman who looked about her mid twenties and was scantily clad, pressing up against Draco. She was only slightly relieved to see that Draco couldn't understand what the woman was saying and was Ginny looks of pleading. Ginny nodded her head and took a deep breath.
Draco saw Ginny flip her hair over her shoulder and catwalk over to where he was standing. He felt his jaw go slack. She stopped abruptly, her face mere inches away from Draco's. She smiled a big smiled and leaned in to whisper in his ear, but she leaned in so close that it looked like she was kissing his ear. "Draco, now it's your turn to listen to me. Close your eyes and whisper, **'Te adoré, Virginia,' and then look at the whore meaningfully" here Draco gasped something along the lines of 'she's a whore?!?' "And I mean meaningfully, ok? The say, **'No trato' put your arm around my shoulders and walk away. Did you get that? Walk away." Draco gave the slightest of nods to show that he understood. Ginny, being the great actress that she was, put her hands on the back of Draco's neck and pretended to kiss his jaw line on the side that the prostitute could not see that she wasn't. Draco let out a fake but convincing groan of pleasure.
"Te adoré, Virginia." Draco whispered just loud enough for the prostitute to hear and turned to look at the prostitute. Ginny was NOT going to miss the opportunity to see if her plan worked, so she sneaked a glance around Draco's Adam's apple. The prostitute looked horrified. Good. "No trato!" And with that, Draco draped his arm around Ginny's shoulder and walked her back to the pick up truck, getting on behind her. Travis was already in the front seat and was turning the ignition when Ginny looked back at the soup kitchen to see that the prostitute was gone and Pablo had opened up the door and was looking at her with a look of severe and utmost understanding. He gave her a sad smile and a small nod, magically levitating Carlos inside. In the middle of Travis's U-turn, Ginny noticed Pablo waving and gave a small wave beck before he closed his door.
All that Ginny heard from Draco on the ten-minute drive back to the orphanage was a short utterance of thanks. When a pulled down the drive of the orphanage, Ginny saw the familiar groupings of two story stucco buildings. Their balconies were littered with a rainbow of drying clothes in all sizes and types and their windows dark in slumber. As they pulled up further into the little square that the buildings were centered around, a short, stout woman that Ginny knew as Maria came running from the building marked ***'Oficina'. Ginny jumped out of the side of the truck and conversed with Maria in hushed tones as Angel got out of the truck carefully and swung her duffel bag over her shoulder. With help from Travis, she made her way over to Ginny and Maria. The only part of the conversation that she caught was "can't sleep" before Ginny rushed off to the nursery building; Draco shrugged at Angel and chased after her.
When Draco reached Ginny, he was awed to see her on the floor of the baby boy's dormitory, holding a little boy about a little over a year old on her lap. The baby boy was crying slowly; not bawling like babies do, but little tears. Ginny held the boy, rocking him back and forth, calming him and crooning to him, ****"Puede descanse, Axel?" Draco didn't understand but could guess at what it meant. Draco cocked his head to the side, taking a little bit more in from the scene before him. ****"No se puede, tia Ginny." Ginny was cuddling a small boy who apparently was named Axel. But this boy did not look like the other boys. He had white blonde hair quite like Draco's own and big brown eyes characteristic of Ginny. This was NOT your average muggle baby. Not only did he look different, but his accent when he spoke was flawless unlike all other young lisping children. Strange.
*One fuck for you and 1000 pesos ($100) for me. It's a very good deal! Come close; get to know me!
** I love you, Virginia. & "No deal."
***Office
****Can you sleep, Axel? & No I can't, aunt Ginny.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters or Back2Back or Jimmy Neutron- wait, huh?
*~*Chapter 4*~*
No Se Puede
Ginny did as Draco so silently instructed. She carefully reached her hand into his back pocket and eased his wand out. Then she placed it inconspicuously in the hand that Draco was holding her with. Then she did the second part of the plan, which involved her tapping into her acting skills. She was to press up against him, wrap her arms around his waist hold tight, rest her head on his shoulder, and pretend to look at Carlos with utter fear. she thought, but she did as she was told. Apparently she did her job, all too well, for Draco looked down at her with a questioning gaze. She didn't answer but held on tighter. Back on task, Draco looked up at Carlos, placing his forefingers on the man's tense neck. "Never hit a lady." Draco stated icily, pointedly glaring after every word. When he was finished, he put pressure on Carlos's lower neck and muttered "Stupefy" from where he stood. Anyone who wasn't close enough to hear Draco would have thought he had used the old trick with the pressure point to knock Carlos out, but Ginny knew what had really happened as she watched Carlos's unconscious body slump to the floor.
There was a single gasp coming from the back of the room. Ginny reluctantly detached herself from Draco and lifted her eyes towards the shocked figure. Angel. Her mouth had gone slack and her duffel bag looked as if it had been unintentionally and haphazardly dropped to the floor in the spur of the moment. "Angel." Ginny breathed, clearing her way across the room in a few liquid motions. Luckily Ginny had already snaked her arms around Angel's shoulders before the poor girl's knees gave way. Ginny, being much stronger than she looked, picked up Angel by the knees, "Draco, can you get the duffel bag? Mr. Potter would you and Troy was it? Yes, Troy. Would you carry Mr. Sanrio out into the pick up bed?" the young man who evidently wasn't named Troy nodded curtly and murmured something that sounded like "It'd be a pleasure" as he grabbed Carlos by the arms. No sooner had Draco flung the heavy duffel around his shoulder, he gave a warm meaningful smile to Ginny and lifted the heavy load out of her arms.
Ginny, being relieved of her hefty baggage looked to Harry who had yet to stray from his seat. She sighed in exasperation and walked over to Carlos lifting his feet off the ground and calling out instructions, "Sorry that you lot had to see that. It won't happen again I assure you. While Angel and I are gone, you may finish your supper and mingle, but let it be known that lights out is at eleven. Oh, and for those of you who would like to know, we have a basketball court outside that door and the ping pong table is folded up and in the corner over there, paddles, balls, and the net are in the mesh beside it. Upstairs, the garage, and the pantry are off limits. Not that we don't trust you, but let it be known that everything is inventoried just so that there is no confusion. If we are not back by curfew, I'd advise you all to get some sleep. We have one heck of a day tomorrow. OH! And I'm also taking these two young fellows here with me." She yelled as an afterthought, for she and Travis (that was his real name) were already down the cement porch steps and trudging towards the back of a red beat up Chevy parked in the gravel drive.
After she and Travis had gotten Carlos situated in the truck bed, Travis hopped down, car keys jingling in his hand. Draco, who had already revived Sleeping Beauty (A/N: no kisses. I'm using the term "sleeping beauty" as a figure of speech. She fainted and he said "enervate" or whatever that counter curse is) and buckled her into the front seat, hopped into the bed of the truck with Ginny. (A/N: For those of you who do NOT catch on quick, Travis is driving because Angel can't, and Ginny and Draco have to sit in the bed with Crackhead Carlos to make sure he doesn't wake up). Ginny thought, blushing and looking away when she realized that she was staring.
"So, Ginny. It's been a long time. How are things going with you and yours?"
"Well, Bill and his wife Fleur and their three kids are living the high life in Egypt. Charlie and his bride, Sarah, are in Romania chasing Dragons- no kids as of yet. Percy and his workaholic partner, Penny, and their two boys are getting by real well at the ministry (A/N: in this fic they are back on speaking terms). The twins are Ladies Men and have yet to settle down in many different senses- their joke shop's success is yet to reach apogee. Ron is in a happy daze as of late. He's been promoted to captain of The Chudley Cannons and his wife, Hermione is pregnant with their third and fourth children; it's twins! And then there is me. I'm okay; I enjoy what I do and get paid good money."
"No significant other?" his eyes twinkled with what looked to be a smidgeon of hope. "I thought you and Potter were an item? Did you split or is that Mr. Potter thing a bit of a strange kinky fetish?"
"N-neither r-really. H-H-Harry he. he l-left. he-" here Ginny broke down and let out the pent up sobs that had forced her into a stuttering mess. Draco looking truly concerned and sincere reached over and pulled her into his consoling arms.
"I'm sorry babe, I knew he was an asshole. I'm so sorry."
"You. you d-didn't know. I'll. I'll b-be a- all. I'll be okay." she sniffled, sinking back into his arms and looking up into his concerned eyes. "I don't miss him, b-but its-still hurts. Up!" Ginny called to the dogs that were sitting patiently on the porch. Ginny cocked her head back on Draco's shoulder to look through the window in the rear window of the truck when the dogs were settled down in the bed. "Travis, could you drive us to Pablo's first and double back to the orphanage please? Angel will give you directions."
"Sure thing!" replied Travis as he revved up the car and listened intently to Angel's mumbled instructions.
Ginny and Draco sat in complete silence as the truck rumbled along the gravel road. After about fifteen minutes, the rickety old truck pulled to a stop in front of a soup kitchen owned by a kindly old wizard named Pablo who Ginny had always kept up to date with the goings-on in LDM. Ginny made no move to leave Draco's arms until Travis had already closed his car door and mad his way around the car and grabbed his end of Carlos. Reluctantly, Ginny detached herself from Draco's safe, warm, and comforting arms to grab Carlo's arms and help Travis hoist him towards a the rickety old soup kitchen door. They were on the dodgy outskirts of Santiago and it was like a ghetto. The place was filthy, prostitutes on every corner and the filthy dirt road (no gravel it had faded into a dusty dirt road) was littered with wrappers, cigarette butts, drug siphons, and glue containers. Ginny got off the truck and attempted to hold up Carlos and ring the soup kitchen's doorbell. Finally she gave up and unceremoniously dropped her side of Carlos and pushed the button hard. Waiting, Ginny looked around at her surroundings. From where they were standing they could hear the nearest whore propositioning her latest victim, "*Una mutah para tu y uno mil pesos para mi. Es un muy bien trato! Acercarse; amaestrado me! "(A/N: see bottom of the page if you do not understand Spanish.)
Ginny looked over at Draco who was standing against the truck but quickly looked away when she caught his eye. Ginny turned back around to see a woman who looked about her mid twenties and was scantily clad, pressing up against Draco. She was only slightly relieved to see that Draco couldn't understand what the woman was saying and was Ginny looks of pleading. Ginny nodded her head and took a deep breath.
Draco saw Ginny flip her hair over her shoulder and catwalk over to where he was standing. He felt his jaw go slack. She stopped abruptly, her face mere inches away from Draco's. She smiled a big smiled and leaned in to whisper in his ear, but she leaned in so close that it looked like she was kissing his ear. "Draco, now it's your turn to listen to me. Close your eyes and whisper, **'Te adoré, Virginia,' and then look at the whore meaningfully" here Draco gasped something along the lines of 'she's a whore?!?' "And I mean meaningfully, ok? The say, **'No trato' put your arm around my shoulders and walk away. Did you get that? Walk away." Draco gave the slightest of nods to show that he understood. Ginny, being the great actress that she was, put her hands on the back of Draco's neck and pretended to kiss his jaw line on the side that the prostitute could not see that she wasn't. Draco let out a fake but convincing groan of pleasure.
"Te adoré, Virginia." Draco whispered just loud enough for the prostitute to hear and turned to look at the prostitute. Ginny was NOT going to miss the opportunity to see if her plan worked, so she sneaked a glance around Draco's Adam's apple. The prostitute looked horrified. Good. "No trato!" And with that, Draco draped his arm around Ginny's shoulder and walked her back to the pick up truck, getting on behind her. Travis was already in the front seat and was turning the ignition when Ginny looked back at the soup kitchen to see that the prostitute was gone and Pablo had opened up the door and was looking at her with a look of severe and utmost understanding. He gave her a sad smile and a small nod, magically levitating Carlos inside. In the middle of Travis's U-turn, Ginny noticed Pablo waving and gave a small wave beck before he closed his door.
All that Ginny heard from Draco on the ten-minute drive back to the orphanage was a short utterance of thanks. When a pulled down the drive of the orphanage, Ginny saw the familiar groupings of two story stucco buildings. Their balconies were littered with a rainbow of drying clothes in all sizes and types and their windows dark in slumber. As they pulled up further into the little square that the buildings were centered around, a short, stout woman that Ginny knew as Maria came running from the building marked ***'Oficina'. Ginny jumped out of the side of the truck and conversed with Maria in hushed tones as Angel got out of the truck carefully and swung her duffel bag over her shoulder. With help from Travis, she made her way over to Ginny and Maria. The only part of the conversation that she caught was "can't sleep" before Ginny rushed off to the nursery building; Draco shrugged at Angel and chased after her.
When Draco reached Ginny, he was awed to see her on the floor of the baby boy's dormitory, holding a little boy about a little over a year old on her lap. The baby boy was crying slowly; not bawling like babies do, but little tears. Ginny held the boy, rocking him back and forth, calming him and crooning to him, ****"Puede descanse, Axel?" Draco didn't understand but could guess at what it meant. Draco cocked his head to the side, taking a little bit more in from the scene before him. ****"No se puede, tia Ginny." Ginny was cuddling a small boy who apparently was named Axel. But this boy did not look like the other boys. He had white blonde hair quite like Draco's own and big brown eyes characteristic of Ginny. This was NOT your average muggle baby. Not only did he look different, but his accent when he spoke was flawless unlike all other young lisping children. Strange.
*One fuck for you and 1000 pesos ($100) for me. It's a very good deal! Come close; get to know me!
** I love you, Virginia. & "No deal."
***Office
****Can you sleep, Axel? & No I can't, aunt Ginny.
