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A/n I have just read book eleven of the series 'Wicca' by Cate Teirnan, and it is amazing. If you can you should really read it, it is amazing!!!!! Anyway on to more news. Believe it or not, I have brought Jonathan into this chappie, where he will begin to play more of role. Cho will too from this point onwards, but read too find out why!!! Anit I the little evil beggar. If any one is still reading this ( I expect most people ran oof to read what happens in this chapter) I would just like to thank all my reviewers for everything. You all means o much too me. Thank you.
A/n2 I have also read another book called 'Between Males' by Fiona Walker. It is brilliant. I am thinking of adapting it to Lily and James (but not the whole story as that would be plagiarism). If any one has the chance to read it do.
A/n3. Sorry for the long wait. I was suppose to update on Friday but instead went to a carnival dance and spent most of the evening running between one friend who was disgusted with the wine (and drunk) and another friend who loved the wine (and drunk) while I was on the drunk side. Hehe, isn't life great?
Anywayz, on with the story.
Chapter Sixteen
What to Do?
Ginny ran as fast as her short legs could, through the mass of crowds. Squeezing in between the swarms of people, her mind tried to comprehend what had just happened.
He had found her. Actually, to be honest, he had called for her. He wanted a hooker and he got her, a true, genuine hooker. Ginny desperately wished that he wouldn't tell her family now; she could stand thinking they hated her, but not if she knew they did.
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Harry spun around and wasn't surprised when he found Cho standing behind her, only her Asian face visible in the dim light of the alley. He stood transfixed, watching her, trying his best not to cry.
"Cho" he croaked, before letting his voice return to it's normal pitch, "what are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing."
"Cho, don't play with me!"
"But Harry, don't you know. All I want to do is play with you." Cho replied, emphasising the word play.
"Cho please!"
Cho smirked, and slipped a long, slim leg out of the darkness.
"So you found out heh?" she asked innocently.
"Found out what?"
"That Ginny…" Cho leaned forward, her cleavage now exposed in the light, "…is a hooker."
Harry didn't know what came over him. He wasn't sure if what he felt was anger, rage, or even frustration, but he launched forward, his left hand grabbing Cho by her waist, his right had her by the throat.
"Don't call her that!" Harry snarled at the trembling figure in his arms, "she isn't" he whispered, trying to convince himself more of that than Cho.
But truth be told, Cho had just said what had been nagging at his mind since he ran out of the hotel and he didn't, no, couldn't believe it, he just couldn't. A Call Girl? Ginny? His sweet innocent Ginny? A street walker? No way in hell.
Looking up he saw fear written on Cho's face, his hand still placed firmly around her throat, as if trying to strangle her. Never one to want to inflict such kind of fear on another human, Harry quickly let go of her throat, letting his hand fall to his side as if it was lifeless. He looked into Cho's eyes and saw himself reflected. He winched at the sight of himself. He couldn't find words for how disgusted he was at himself. Without thinking he brought his lips down onto Cho's forcefully.
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Ginny blended into the crowds successfully, walking, rather trying to walk through the crowds to get away. As far away as possible from this street, from the hotel, from Harry.
Stepping into an alley, she wanted to get a shortcut, but to her horror only found a dead end, so she was forced to go back into the crowds. She, however, found that the crowds had, not vanished, but somehow became less. There were fewer people on the streets, and hardly any cars.
"Strange" Ginny thought.
She stood on the pavement, watching the last group of ten or so people enter a busy diner, probably to get a cup of coffee or something. Sighing Ginny looked for any traces of Harry, and when finding none, started to walk quickly towards her apartment, her shoes echoing across the street.
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Harry continued to kiss Cho fiercely, and it was only the sounds of heels on cement that made him aware of the uneasy silence that had fallen over the street.
Breaking his kiss with Cho, Harry turned his head to look from the alley at the now empty street. He shivered as Cho blew soflty by his ear, and pressed his hardening groin against her. God, he couldn't control himself. If she continued to tease him like this, he would have her right there and then. Feeling Cho's hand slip down his chest, over to his jeans and tugging at the zip, he turned his head back, and kissed her again.
Suddenly the heels (a/n I don't know what to call the sound) became louder, and unwillingly Harry turned to face the street again, just as Cho slipped his cock out of his boxers and grasped. Harry bit his lip, trying not to cry out. God, how he missed this.
Harry closed his eyes, just in time to see Ginny walk swiftly by the alley. She was in a hurry and didn't stop, even as Harry gasped loudly as Cho started to kiss his neck, and begin to move her hand up and down Harry's shaft. Harry's mind didn't know what to do. One part of his mind was telling him to go after Ginny, and demand why she was a hooker, while the rest of him wanted to stay here and finish what he started with Cho.
Resting his lips on Cho's he decided to trail Ginny later, even so he took his wand from his back pocket. Doing so though he had to remove one of his hands from Cho's breast. She groaned at the loss of contact, but it soon came back.
Harry had silently cast a Tracking spell on Ginny, before his hand went back to the job at hand. Silently, yet harshly, he and Cho did the deed that night, in a dark LA Alley.
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Ginny walked, more like ran, home that night, almost at the verge of tears. She Unlocked the door and went into the bathroom, wiping the little make up she had on off with a wet towel. She returned shortly after, and went to the kitchen and began to make coffee. Black, bitter coffee. She wouldn't have it any other way.
Ginny sat at the table, silently sipping her coffee, when the door bell rang. As she got up exhaustion hit her, and all she wanted was to go to her bed, and sleep the night off. She felt as if she had drunk an entire bottle of Firewhiskey, just like that time when she had snuck into Charlie's private cabinet.
The memories of her family though seemed ten times stronger now, probably because she had seen Harry. Even with her mind hardly working, she vowed to herself to escape the clutches of whatever she currently is, namely Lukas, and return to her family. She didn't know why the sudden change, but she felt the desire to see them again. She was sick of what she was doing, and had the uncanny feeling that if she didn't leave soon, she might end up dead, just like a colleague of her, that washed a shore two nights ago. Dead. Beaten. Cut. Prostitution was getting dangerous.
Ginny blinked back tears as she walked to the door. She imagined the tears she had caused her family by running away. She didn't want to cause more by going back as what she was. She couldn't live with that. She would never tell them.
Opening the door, Ginny revealed a young man standing there. He had darkk blond hair, with piercing blue eyes. He had a soft face, with strong cheek bones. He looked positively happy to her, but much more, he looked familiar.
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A/N OK so I don't remember describing this man. If I had (he was in the early chappies) and this is wrong, please correct me. Right then. It is nearly midnight here in Cyprus, and my eyes are falling shut. I am going to fall asleep * yanw*. I really want to continue this chapter, but I don't know. I'll see tomorrow.
Ok so I have decided to continue this chapter. I cant leave you all in suspense. Plus it seems too short to count as a whole chapter. I hope you all appreciate what I am doing here.
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The man looked down at her, and a smile spread over his face. Before Ginny could react, he stepped forward and grabbed Ginny by the waist. He picked her up and twirled her around, laughing.
"Ginny, it's so good to see you again." He cried out loud.
Ginny was confused. His voice even sounded familiar, but she couldn't place a name to his face. Straight away her mind searched all the customers she has had for the past 3 years but she still couldn't find a name.
"Excuse me, could you please put me down?"
A frown spread across the man's face. He seemed honestly hurt that she didn't remember him.
"What's wrong darling?"
"Who are you?" she asked flatly.
"Me? Come on, hon, you have got to be kidding me. How can you not remember me, your husband?"
Ginny thought her heart had stopped. Her mind went into overdrive. Husband? What, when, how? WHATt? (A/N last nit compliment from Leatitia)
"Excuse me?" Ginny said again, feeling light-headed.
The man ran a hand through his hair and placed a hand on his side. He looked at Ginny, and what seemed to be a tear ran down his cheek. He turned his head away, as if Ginny wasn't suppose to see the tear.
"Gin, can I come in?" he asked. "I'll explain it all to you."
"Your name?"
"Oh sorry, Jonathan."
Inviting him in, Ginny went back into the kitchen and sat down. She jumped up quickly as she remembered her manners.
"Coffee?" she asked.
"Tea please."
As Ginny made the tea, she listened to Jonathan's story. So he was the one that made love to her, all those years ago. He was the one that got her pregnant. But he had also married her. If she knew this, maybe she could have gottne support when she found out, but she didn't because she was drunk at the time….
"Excuse me Jonathan. I don't want to be rude or anything, but do you have any proof that we were married?" Ginny asked, placing a cup of tea in front of him.
"Sure I do."
Jonathan reached into his pocket, and took two rolls of parchment and a small leather box out. He put all three objects on the table, while Ginny searched her mind for any memories of that night. She was really pushing herself to remember, even the slightest of details.
Jonathan opened the leather box, and two wedding bands fell out. One was thick, and gold with a single blue stone set into it. The other was thinner, but had a red stone set into it. Both rings looked familiar.
Suddenly Ginny closed her eyes. She could see herself standing in front of a muggle jewellery shop. She was drunk and clutching on Jonathan's arm. He seemed to be drunk too. They were looking at the two rings that were now on her kitchen table. Ginny watched her younger self laugh loudly, and when Jonathan whispered into her ear she looked at him and kissed him on the lips.
Ginny shook her head, as if not wanting to believe that it is true, but it seemed to be. Opening her eyes she looked at the man that was her husband. He seemed worried.
"Everything ok love?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.
"Yeah, please continue," Ginny said rubbing her tears.
"This," Jonathan said, opening one of the parchments, "is the marriage contract." He handed the official document to Ginny.
Ginny sank into her seat. Sure enough it was an official Magical Church Alliances document, and in clear black and white it stated:
Mr. Jonathan Brandy and Ms. Ginny Weasley are officially married under the Magical Church Alliances Act of 1575, Article 765 paragraph 220, with conjunction of Article 2689, Paragraph 23 of the Magical Laws, as laid forth by the Ministry of Magic in 1233.
By signing this document, the above mentioned persons are lawfully wedded, and shall be known as Mr. and Mrs. Jonathan Brandy.
Ginny's hands were shaking as she saw her signature carefully placed on the dotted line, next to that of Jonathan's, though both seemed slurred, a bit blurry. Yet it was true. She was married. To man that was a stranger to her nonetheless. Sitting back, she even remembered signing the stupid contract.
She blinked back tears and looked back up to Jonathan. He seemed hurt by her tears. She tired smiling back at him, but failed. He got up from his seat and kneeled next to her.
"Don't cry my love. Married to me isn't such a bad thing. I will treat you with all the respect you deserve, and I am sure you will be a wonderful mother."
At this Ginny burst into more tears. Jonathan looked confused.
"What's wrong?" he asked. He started rubbing Ginny's back.
"Did we sleep together?" Ginny asked through her years.
"Of course, my beloved. It was our honeymoon night." He said, still looking confused.
"I got pregnant." Ginny blurted out.
This piece of information seemed to shock Jonathan, but soon his shock turned into bliss as a big smile played across his face. Believe what you want, but Ginny's baby was Jonathan's first child, even though he was married before. His first wife died before she could give him any children. Looking into Ginny's eyes, Jonathan seemed to beam.
"Where is it?" he asked merrily.
"I miscarried." Ginny said shamefully.
A mixture of emotions spread across Jonathan's face, but it seemed the dominant one was sadness. He took Ginny in his arm, her crying figure pressed firmly against his own strong, although shaking one. Speaking calming words he tried to sooth Ginny. Noticing she was tired he decided to put her to bed.
"Gin?"
"Huh?"
"Where's your room?" he asked.
"Jonathan I don't think…."
"No love. Don't get me wrong. I would love to make love to my beautiful wife again, but you are to tired and weak. I just want to put you to bed."
Ginny smiled, and weakly pointed upstairs. Jonathan walked calmly upstairs and placed Ginny into her bed. Pulling the covers up to her neck, he placed a feather light kiss on her forehead, as he had done that night, the single best night of his life.
Seeing her smile, it filled him with the same feelings he had back then.
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FLASH BACK
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Ginny lay in Jonathan's arm, exhausted from making love. Granted she was drunk, but the sensations and feelings weren't lost on her. She nuzzled her face into Jonathan's light and soft chest hair, moaning against the contact of their skin. She was so happy.
Jonathan looked down at her, holding her in his arms. He didn't want to let her go, not now not ever. Looking at her again, he placed a light kiss on her forehead. Ginny smiled.
"What now, Jonathan?" she asked, her speech somewhat slurred with alcohol and exhaustion.
Jonathan didn't answer but instead placed another kiss on her forehead, sending her into a peaceful sleep.
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FLASHBACK~*~*~*~
"What now indeed, Ginny." Jonathan said, before making himself comfortable in a chair by Ginny's bed, just watching her sleep.
A/N ok there it is. Hope you liked it. I was looking over the first chappies, and I noticed I would let Harry find Ginny by the fifth chappie. Oops. Well anyway, give the scoop on what you think about Jonathan. Is he good, bad, Cho little toy what? He is going to react with the call girl thing, and with Harry when he shows up, but soon they will all be on their merry way back to good ol' England. Oops. Shouldn't have said that. Well just pretend that you didn't read it.
Ok so I have said before the story wont go past 25 chappies. I am trying to stick to that, but I might have to more than that, maybe more we'll see. Double Oops. Anyway, you know what to do.
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My Thank you's too:
Sharker11
Penny Shirley: Thanks you!
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Eric2: Sorry if I drove you nuts!
Forbidden-shadowz: I think I'll take you up on that offer for a beta. Email me, pafoskidd@yahoo.com
Dolphingirl79: You got it right!!!
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Babysb: Sorry, but that is the way the cookie crumbles. Don't you just love that expression?
Duke20104: Wow, another person that guessed right!!!!
Stormyice1997: I don't Lukas either, but Ginny will have to grow up soon!
Vamp: I really didn't think of that, but now that you mention it, yeah, that could explain a lot in the sequel. Thanks! Did you notice that there is some one running for President of some sort in America with the name John Kerry? Weird!
Brattychick1771: Sorry I brought her back, and she is going to play a bigger part in the story from now on. I think I like the voice in your head. I don't have one but I do what my Rice Crispies tell me to do!
Fiestyred: Hey! You were right!
Foxfur: I agree. I ran a check on her and nothing came up. My secret is to no spelling mistakes in Microsoft Words Spell check. God Bless Bill Gates' heart. Think he's related to Gareth Gates?
Crucio: HELLO!!! Are you back form holiday yet?? Thanks!!
Harsh: Hey. I smoke quite a lot, but so does my mum (she knows, where do you think I get them from?) so my dad is used to smelling it. Hehe. I am crap at physics, though I did get a B for my exam. Hooray!!!!
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