I Thought I Lived Here Too.
CHAPTER 4
"So. How's the apartment search going?" Hermione asked Ginny week later as they sit at the Leaky Cauldron.
"Horrible. Terrible. A total disaster."
"I told you Draco is looking for a –"
"No."
"You both need –"
"No."
"But –"
Ginny stuffed a roll into Hermione's mouth. "No." she repeated slowly. "I don't like Draco and he doesn't like me. I'd move in and we'd kill each other. So within a month, one of us would have to find someone else anyway. I've told you this everyday this week!"
"Ginny, you're desperate I know, and I know I could convince Draco to let you move in."
"I don't want you to convince Draco to let me move in. I don't want... I don't want..." Ginny faded in her speech as she realized that she was tired and didn't care and didn't figure Hermione could really have any influence on Draco anyway. "Oh, go ahead."
"Really?"
"Yes, I don't care anymore. I'm desperate remember?"
"Oh, don't worry about it. Living with Draco won't be that bad. Really."
"If you can even convince him to let me stay there."
"Oh, that won't be a problem. I've already got him considering the idea now."
Ginny paled. "What?"
"Yeah, a while ago. I've been waiting for you to come around though. Honestly, I thought it would have taken much longer than this, but I'm glad you came to you're senses early."
Ginny swallowed hard on her sandwich in her dry mouth. "Heh, yeah." And suddenly she didn't have an appetite. She could only hope Hermione was lying or exaggerating, anything to save her from the terrible fate that would await her.
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"Okay, Draco. Clean up because Ginny is moving in this weekend." Hermione says to Draco the next day as soon as she walks into his office.
"I don't how things work in the Muggle world, but here we knock."
"Oh, sorry." She exits the office closing the door behind her. A second later Draco hears a knock and calls for her to enter. "Okay, Draco. Clean up because Ginny is moving in this weekend."
"That' great, and it's wonderful for you to visit during work hours, but I have a lot of work to do and – what?!"
"Ginny. Is. Moving. In. This. Weekend. Friday most likely, that's one of her day's off."
"Wait a minute, I don't want her living with me. You know this."
"I know nothing of the sort. She's moving in with you and that's the end of it."
"Who are you my mother?"
"If I said yes, would you let her move in."
"I rarely listened to my real mum when she was alive. Surely you don't think I'd listen to you."
"Draco, use your common sense. You both need each other." When she saw Draco pointedly trying to ignore her she opened his file cabinet and slammed it shut again.
"You are a nastily determined young woman. Do you realize that?"
"Yes. It's how I get far in life."
"Go away."
"Let Ginny move in."
"I don't wanna."
"Just a trial period. One month and if you both live and everything's good, you stay together. What can it really hurt?"
"My arse. Because that is what all of you are to me. A big pain in my arse! And then if she does move in I'll have all those rodents popping in and out. I'll never get the peace I once had."
"What peace you and Blaise fought daily. I even recall you coming to work with a black eye once."
"I told you. I walked into a walk." Draco muttered.
"Hmm." Hermione raised an eyebrow. When he said nothing back, she decide to take advantage of it. "I won't leave you alone. Ever. We work together. I see you almost daily. I know where you like. I know exactly how to reach you. I'll never cease. Either way you go crazy."
"I know you're not lying. That's what makes me truly frightened." Hermione looked smug. "Fine, alright. She'll move in, but after one month , she's out!"
"If everything doesn't work."
"Everything won't work. Trust me."
"Alright." Hermione tells him. And no matter how much she thinks she's helping, and how sure she sounds, she can't but wonder if this is really going to turn out alright, or if there will be a funeral by the next month. No matter how much she thinks she's helping.
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Author's note:
Alright, first I'd like to say again that I really appreciate all the reviews I've gotten. And I just have to say to Akarusa30991, you're right. I haven't heard of "Good Morning Call." Why do you ask?
CHAPTER 4
"So. How's the apartment search going?" Hermione asked Ginny week later as they sit at the Leaky Cauldron.
"Horrible. Terrible. A total disaster."
"I told you Draco is looking for a –"
"No."
"You both need –"
"No."
"But –"
Ginny stuffed a roll into Hermione's mouth. "No." she repeated slowly. "I don't like Draco and he doesn't like me. I'd move in and we'd kill each other. So within a month, one of us would have to find someone else anyway. I've told you this everyday this week!"
"Ginny, you're desperate I know, and I know I could convince Draco to let you move in."
"I don't want you to convince Draco to let me move in. I don't want... I don't want..." Ginny faded in her speech as she realized that she was tired and didn't care and didn't figure Hermione could really have any influence on Draco anyway. "Oh, go ahead."
"Really?"
"Yes, I don't care anymore. I'm desperate remember?"
"Oh, don't worry about it. Living with Draco won't be that bad. Really."
"If you can even convince him to let me stay there."
"Oh, that won't be a problem. I've already got him considering the idea now."
Ginny paled. "What?"
"Yeah, a while ago. I've been waiting for you to come around though. Honestly, I thought it would have taken much longer than this, but I'm glad you came to you're senses early."
Ginny swallowed hard on her sandwich in her dry mouth. "Heh, yeah." And suddenly she didn't have an appetite. She could only hope Hermione was lying or exaggerating, anything to save her from the terrible fate that would await her.
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"Okay, Draco. Clean up because Ginny is moving in this weekend." Hermione says to Draco the next day as soon as she walks into his office.
"I don't how things work in the Muggle world, but here we knock."
"Oh, sorry." She exits the office closing the door behind her. A second later Draco hears a knock and calls for her to enter. "Okay, Draco. Clean up because Ginny is moving in this weekend."
"That' great, and it's wonderful for you to visit during work hours, but I have a lot of work to do and – what?!"
"Ginny. Is. Moving. In. This. Weekend. Friday most likely, that's one of her day's off."
"Wait a minute, I don't want her living with me. You know this."
"I know nothing of the sort. She's moving in with you and that's the end of it."
"Who are you my mother?"
"If I said yes, would you let her move in."
"I rarely listened to my real mum when she was alive. Surely you don't think I'd listen to you."
"Draco, use your common sense. You both need each other." When she saw Draco pointedly trying to ignore her she opened his file cabinet and slammed it shut again.
"You are a nastily determined young woman. Do you realize that?"
"Yes. It's how I get far in life."
"Go away."
"Let Ginny move in."
"I don't wanna."
"Just a trial period. One month and if you both live and everything's good, you stay together. What can it really hurt?"
"My arse. Because that is what all of you are to me. A big pain in my arse! And then if she does move in I'll have all those rodents popping in and out. I'll never get the peace I once had."
"What peace you and Blaise fought daily. I even recall you coming to work with a black eye once."
"I told you. I walked into a walk." Draco muttered.
"Hmm." Hermione raised an eyebrow. When he said nothing back, she decide to take advantage of it. "I won't leave you alone. Ever. We work together. I see you almost daily. I know where you like. I know exactly how to reach you. I'll never cease. Either way you go crazy."
"I know you're not lying. That's what makes me truly frightened." Hermione looked smug. "Fine, alright. She'll move in, but after one month , she's out!"
"If everything doesn't work."
"Everything won't work. Trust me."
"Alright." Hermione tells him. And no matter how much she thinks she's helping, and how sure she sounds, she can't but wonder if this is really going to turn out alright, or if there will be a funeral by the next month. No matter how much she thinks she's helping.
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Author's note:
Alright, first I'd like to say again that I really appreciate all the reviews I've gotten. And I just have to say to Akarusa30991, you're right. I haven't heard of "Good Morning Call." Why do you ask?