A/N: okay, another Ginny ff by me, but who gives a damn? I sure as hell
don't. anyway, I was attacked by killer plot bunnies while in the tub
again (where I do most of my thinking. Its very relaxing). They were
screaming and shouting at me, so I formed this in my head, then got out of
the tub and wrote it down. I have some sort of clue where I'm going with
this, but not intierly, I keep changing my mind. Hope you like it!
Me Against The Music By Lion's Roar
G walked the streets of New York, ignoring the constant whistling and snide remarks. She turned the corner and walked down an alley. She came to a door and opened it. Blaring music and heat came rushing out at her as she walked in. She walked through a long hallway and finally appeared behind a bar. She brushed past a few fellow bar tenders to get to her station.
"Sorry I'm late," she told her best friend Nicole. "Traffic was horrible, I ended up ditching my car and walking for a mile." G picked up a shaker containing whisky and started answering the clubber's orders.
Hours later, it was time for G and Nicole to leave, but they decided to dance first. Well, mainly tease the men.
They didn't pay attention to the music, they just moved their hips to the beat. Soon enough, a tall, sandy haired man came up to G and started to dance with her. And she didn't mind at all.
By the end of the night, the sandy haired man had asked G for her number. Knowing that half the people in the club had her number and that they would give it away in a snap (her friends always wanted to hook her up), she gave it to him, with no intention of returning his calls.
G walked the mile to her red, '85 Mustang and slid in. She turned on the ignition and let the air blow on her flushed face. A few minutes later, she backed out of the parking lot and headed for her apartment.
When she got there, she threw her coat on the couch and hit the play button on the answering machine.
"You have five new messages" the annoying voice told her.
"Goodie" she said sarcastically.
"First new message. 'Ginny, it's me, Hermione. I just wanted to tell you that Harry finally snapped. He started throwing all of his things at walls in his flat. He yelled that it was all your fault and that he wished he never met you. I'm sorry, Gin. Please call me back, I don't care what time, Ron isn't home; he's over at the Burrow helping your dad with something for the Ministry, so I'm here all by my lonesome. So, please call. We miss you, bye.' BEEP"
G plopped down on the couch and grabbed her stuffed animal, Bob the tiger, and hugged it. Hermione's words floating in her head. She missed the other messages, but she didn't care. She picked up the phone and dialed Hermione's number.
"Hello?" Hermione answered groggily.
"Hey" G replied.
"Ginny, thank God it's you" Hermione sounded relieved.
"Why, what's going on?" G asked, sounding worried.
"Oh, it's nothing. Just this guy keeps calling me. But it's nothing to worry about."
A/N: okay, I know its short, but bare with me here, k? I need time to organize my random thoughts and make some sense of them. I'll try and update soon, same with Forgetting Your Past (which I have written more of, just need to edit it).
Luv, Lion's Roar
Me Against The Music By Lion's Roar
G walked the streets of New York, ignoring the constant whistling and snide remarks. She turned the corner and walked down an alley. She came to a door and opened it. Blaring music and heat came rushing out at her as she walked in. She walked through a long hallway and finally appeared behind a bar. She brushed past a few fellow bar tenders to get to her station.
"Sorry I'm late," she told her best friend Nicole. "Traffic was horrible, I ended up ditching my car and walking for a mile." G picked up a shaker containing whisky and started answering the clubber's orders.
Hours later, it was time for G and Nicole to leave, but they decided to dance first. Well, mainly tease the men.
They didn't pay attention to the music, they just moved their hips to the beat. Soon enough, a tall, sandy haired man came up to G and started to dance with her. And she didn't mind at all.
By the end of the night, the sandy haired man had asked G for her number. Knowing that half the people in the club had her number and that they would give it away in a snap (her friends always wanted to hook her up), she gave it to him, with no intention of returning his calls.
G walked the mile to her red, '85 Mustang and slid in. She turned on the ignition and let the air blow on her flushed face. A few minutes later, she backed out of the parking lot and headed for her apartment.
When she got there, she threw her coat on the couch and hit the play button on the answering machine.
"You have five new messages" the annoying voice told her.
"Goodie" she said sarcastically.
"First new message. 'Ginny, it's me, Hermione. I just wanted to tell you that Harry finally snapped. He started throwing all of his things at walls in his flat. He yelled that it was all your fault and that he wished he never met you. I'm sorry, Gin. Please call me back, I don't care what time, Ron isn't home; he's over at the Burrow helping your dad with something for the Ministry, so I'm here all by my lonesome. So, please call. We miss you, bye.' BEEP"
G plopped down on the couch and grabbed her stuffed animal, Bob the tiger, and hugged it. Hermione's words floating in her head. She missed the other messages, but she didn't care. She picked up the phone and dialed Hermione's number.
"Hello?" Hermione answered groggily.
"Hey" G replied.
"Ginny, thank God it's you" Hermione sounded relieved.
"Why, what's going on?" G asked, sounding worried.
"Oh, it's nothing. Just this guy keeps calling me. But it's nothing to worry about."
A/N: okay, I know its short, but bare with me here, k? I need time to organize my random thoughts and make some sense of them. I'll try and update soon, same with Forgetting Your Past (which I have written more of, just need to edit it).
Luv, Lion's Roar