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CHAPTER TWO
Harry and Hermione

*RECAP* "So I recall, but as it happens, I also need you to do a feature today"

"Shit"she thought,"As if I don't have enough to work on" "On what" Ginny asked, trying to appear unconcerend.

"Mother's Day. I need it good and I need it by tommorow" *END OF RECAP*

Ginny's beat included high-tech moguls and moguls-to-be, but, like everyone else, she was occasionally given other assignments. To make matters worse, Draco had an uncanny knack of assigning the very story that would ruin your day. To Cho Chang, an overweight but talented writer, he would always assign stories about gymnasiums, anorexia, beauty pagents and the like. To Neville Longbottom, who tended to be a hypochondriac, he would assign stories on new hospital wings and medical treatments. Some how he always found their weakness, even when it wasn't as obvious as Neville's or Cho's. Since Ginny rarely saw her family anymore, and she didn't particularly like holidays, she was usually stuck covering the special occasions. And MOTHERS DAY!

Her mother had died when Ginny was four and a half. Her father had long ago remarried, divorced, and remarried. Ginny could barely remember her mother and tried to for get her current stepmom. She considered Dracos square jaw and the beard, which to be accurate, should be called "10:00 A.M. shadow". "What's the angle?" Ginny queried. "Or can it be a sensitive essay on how I plan to spend Mother's Day?"

Draco ignored her."How London celebrates its mothers. Mention a lot of restaurants, florists, and any other advertiser you an stuff into it. Nine Hundred words by tommorow morning. It'll run on Sunday"

"God!" she thought, " Nine hundred words by tommorow would kill any chances of fun with Dean tonight" Ginny looked at Draco again, his platinum blond hair, milky pale skin, his piercing blue eyes, and wished, not for the first time, that he wasn't good-looking as well as totally obnoxious. Looks aside, Ginny made it a policy that she would never give Draco the satisfaction of knowing he had upset her. So in keeping with her policy, she merely smiled. She knew that would bug him so she tried to make it a debutante smile.

"'As you wish,'said Weasly to the princess,"she added.

"You're the only princess around here," Draco grumbled as he turned and took himself off to darken the cubicle of some other poor journalist. Over his shoulder, he added, " And would you please try to got that Gene Banks profile fluff-free? I don't want to hear about his schauzer."

"He doesn't have a schauzer," Ginny called after him. Then in a lower voice she added, "He's got a black Lab." It was true she mentioned the Micronerds' pets and hobbies in her pieces, but that was a humanizing touch. Anyway, she liked dogs.

The phone rang, and it reminded her that she'd have to call Dean about tonight, but at five after ten, it couldn't be him. He never got up after noon. She lifted the reciever. " Ginny Weasly," she said in as brisk and upbeat a voice as she could manage.

" And for that I am enternally grateful," Harry Potter teased. "Whats wrong?"
"Oh, Draco just had an aneurysm," Ginny told him.
"Isnt that a good thing?" Harry asked.

Ginny laughed. Harry always made her smile, no matter what. He had been her best friend for years. They had met in a French class in high school. Harry had the biggest vocabulary abd the worst accent that Ginny had ever heard. Her accent was pure Paris, but she couldn't conjugate a verb. She had helped him with pronunciation and he had helped her with grammer. They had both gotten A's, and the partnership had thrived ever since. Only Harry or her girlfriend Hermione could tell from four syllables that she was upset.

"I have a huge new assignment and I wanted to go out tonight. Plus Mione is threatening to visit, so I gotta clean up my place."

"Famous Mione, your friend from Sausalito?"

"Surry, actually, but whats the difference? Yeah. She broke up with her freak boyfriend and needs some recovery time."

"Don't we all? What kind of freak was he?"

"Oh, just the usual 'I-am-sorry-I-did-not-call-you-can-borrow-three-hundred- dollars?-andi-did-not-mean-to-sleep-with-your-best-friend' kind of freak"

"Oh. A freak kind of like Dean?"

Ginny felt her stomach drop as if she were in the Needle elevator. "Deans not like that. He's just having a hard time working on his writing and his music. Sometimes he needs help getting by, that's all"

Actually, Ginny more often felt Dean didn't need her help at all. While she always asked him to read her pieces, he rarely shared what he wrote. She still couldn't tell if it was because he was too sensitive to critisism, or if he didn't respect her opinion. Either way, Ginny felt attracted to that in him. His self-containment was so unlike her too-eager hunger for acknowledgment. He was cool. She was not.

Harry snorted. "Dean's a distraction from things that matter."

"Like what?"

"Um, like the store of your mother's early death. Your complicated relationship with your father. Your real writing."

"What writing?" Ginny asked, playing dumb, though she had been thinking that very same thing over coffee that morning. Harry ment well. He believed in her, but sometime he...well, he went to far."I don't do any real writing."

"Sometimes it creeps into the middle of a puff piece," Harry said,"Your real stuff is good. If they gave you a column—"

"Ha! It will be forever before Draco lets me have a column." Ginny sighed. "If he would just stop cutting them and I got a few features published the way I wrote them..."

"You would be a great columnest. Better than Abigail Van Buren."

"Come on. Dear Abby? She won a Pulitzer!"

"So will you. Ginny, your stuff is so fresh that you'd blow everyone away. Nobody is speaking for our generation. You could be that voice."

Ginny stared at the reciever of the phone as if hypnotized. Neither one of them said anything for a moment and Ginny put the phone back to her ear. Then the spell broke. "Come on! Draco doesn't even let my punch lines stay in my features. Ill be writing holiday features till I am old and gray."

Harry cleared his throat. "Well, maybe if your job..."

Ginny's other line rang. "Hold on a minute would you?" she asked Harry.

"Ill hold on for Draco but not for Dean," Harry said, "I have my pride."

Ginny punched the button, glad to hear Mione's soprano. "Hey ho, Ginnyrino. I phoned because I am actually getting on the plane now."

"Get out. Right now?" Ginny asked. "I thought you were coming on Sunday."

"Face it. You thought maybe I wasn't coming at all. But I am. I really am. I am just calling to say that I packed up all my stuff and left all my pots and pans with Bertha."

"So that's it? You've told Victor?"

"I don't think I had to tell him. He saw the look on my face when I caught him going down on out next-door neighbor in our bedroom. Plus he told me Quincy was an asshole."

Back in high school, Mione ahd had a tremendous crush on Jake Klugman. Ginny could never understand why, but sometimes them drove through Rainbend Canyon and staked out the house where somebody had told Mione he lived. They had never seen him, but there was never an episode of Quincy that Mione didn't know by heart.

Ginny's eyes widened. "He didn't like Quincy?" she asked in mock horror. "And he went down on your neighbor?" she continued. "Was your neighbor a man or a women?"

At least Mione laughed at that; it was better than tears. By Ginny's count, Mione had cried fifteen gallons' worth over Victor already. "So what is your flight number and what time should I meet you?" While Mione fumbled for the info, Ginny thought of her deadline and her date, but Mione had been her best friend for years. "Ill meet you at the airport," Ginny said, trying to assuage her guilt.

"You don't have to do that. I am a big girl," Mione said, and laughed. Laura was six feet tall, and was not by any means skinny. "I'll just take the bus to your place," she offered.

"Are you sure?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah! I'll be fine. Besides, you have got work to do. You still get Quincy reruns in London, don't you?" Mione added.

Ginny smiled"yep!"

"Great! So hang up. I don't want to hold you up anymore than I have!" Mione said.

That reminded her. "oh no! I have got Harry on hold!" Ginny exclaimed.

"Don't worry, he's still there waiting for you. Hey, I'll get to meet the nerd at last." Mione laughed. "See you later," she said, and then hung up.

Ginny pushed the button for line one and, sure enough, Harry was still on the other end. "What's up?" he asked.

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