Chapter 4
The following day Ginny woke up at nine in the morning on her own. That was surprising to her because she was a deep sleeper and usually would keep sleeping until something woke her up. Her alarm clock was set to wake her up at ten that day, but she didn't need it since she woke up herself. She forgot that it was probably broken from the other day when she threw it and went back to sleep...
She took a quick shower and then got dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She wasn't the type of person who spent hours deciding what to wear. She then brushed her long hair and tied a black bandana around her head to keep the hair back.
The minute she took a step in her kitchen to search for something to eat when the phone rang. As she picked up the phone, which was a housewarming present from her father who was obsessed with Muggle artifacts, she sat down and began to think about the food in her kitchen. Actually, it was more like lack of food because she could not cook, therefore she normally ate out and only kept things that were fast to make.
"Hello?" Ginny asked, having a feeling that it was Hermione again.
"Ginny. I'm surprised you are awake, I thought you would still be sleeping." It was the voice of none other than Hermione. Ginny was right. Hermione was one of the only other people she knew had a phone and used it, having Muggle parents and all.
"I woke up earlier than I expected. Did you want something?"
"I wanted to ask you what you were doing today. Ron is having a 'guy's night', as he put it, with some people from work. I thought possibly we could do something, maybe watch some movies I borrowed from my mother."
"Oh. I'm busy today, with work and all. I still haven't finished that god-awful rubbish sorry excuse for a book. Rain check?" Ginny replied. It wasn't completely a lie, her date with Malfoy was strictly for business purposes and she didn't finish the book yet either. Actually, it wasn't really a lie at all, but for some reason she felt a tiny pang of guilt.
It wasn't like she could just tell Hermione what she was doing. It was undercover work, and for that to work she couldn't tell anyone. Besides, she knew that Hermione would say that it was wrong and she shouldn't be doing it, blah, blah, blah.
Whenever Ginny thought up a plan that she thought was a good idea Hermione always opposed it. Just like that time when Ginny was in her sixth year and wanted to sneak into the restricted section so she could borrow a book that had instructions to make a potion that she needed to temporary read peoples minds. Needless to say, her plan didn't work out quite how she wanted it to and she ended up being in the infirmary for a week.
"That's ok. Some other time then." her friend responded. "Work comes first."
That was always Hermione's philosophy. She was always working herself to death, and everything turned out good for her. She became a Prefect, then Head Girl and now she was Head Auror. Ginny never knew anyone so enthusiastic about learning. Hermione was like a dictionary; she knows everything there is to know about everything.
"Yeah. So, anything new?"
"No, except Ron just bought this horrid yellow couch and refuses to return it. I love him, but he has no taste at all." Hermione said. "You know how stubborn he can be."
"Yes I do." Ginny replied, laughing. Leave it to one of her many brothers to buy an ugly piece of furniture and refuse to get rid of it. She remembered back a year when Ron obtained a hideous gray turtleneck and wore it all the time. Hermione had owled her telling her about it. Hermione ended up stealing it and then throwing it out. Ron never found out.
"What about you?"
"Nothing really. Oh, but you will not believe the bad luck I had the other day. First I woke up late, then I was forty-five minutes late to work, and then I find out that Cho wrote an article about the same story I was using and the newspaper couldn't use them anyway because the news was out already." Ginny said, describing her previous day.
"I read about that."
The two women discussed that for a while, until Hermione said she had to go do something and Ginny told her that she would talk to her later. She glanced at her clock to see that it was a little past eleven, and so she went back to looking for food. She settled for some old Chinese leftovers and ate that while watching a special on the two teams who were playing in the Quidditch game that day. They talked about how the teams got started and about how the Noble Neanderthals had to replace their Seeker because their previous one mysteriously disappeared.
Before she knew it there was a knock at her door. She got up, keeping her eyes focused on her television, and slowly made her way over to the door. She opened it and then turned her head to see who it was. It was the tall blonde right on time.
"So this is where you live." he said, taking a look at her apartment. To him it was small and rather meager. He didn't get a good look though, because she shut the door back in his face. Then in a minute when he was about to leave it opened again and out came the woman. "Ready?"
"Yes." she replied cheerily and walked with him down the stairs. As they were walking she looked at Malfoy. He was wearing a black shirt and jeans, and she was surprised at how tall he had grown in the past couple years.
"Who are you cheering for?" she asked him, trying to make small talk.
"The Vociferous Vultures, I suppose." he replied. That was the answer she expected from him. After all he would choose the team that was more Malfoy like compared to the opposing team named the Noble Neanderthals. "How about you?"
"Me too, the Noble Neanderthals lost my support when they replaced the Seeker. Their new one isn't as good."
When they arrived, she followed Malfoy as he took her to a special reserved section. The seats were perfect; you could see everything from them. She knew that she could never afford seats like that. The stands were full and crowded, but in the section they were in they had space and nice leather seats. This was the life.
Then she remembered whom she was with. "Want something to eat or drink?" he asked her. Well at least he was being polite.
"No, I'm fine. Thanks anyway." she replied and returned her attention to the empty field. She looked around and was anticipating the arrival of the teams. She took some chewing gum out of her pocket and began chewing.
Soon, the teams were flying out on their brooms while the announcer introduced each member. Ginny's eyes were focused on the field, and they followed every movement. The game began and she watched as the bludger came shooting towards a Beater. Then she swore that she saw the twinkle of the golden Snitch. One of the seeker's must have seen it to; because soon he was plummeting in the direction she thought she saw it.
She was so captivated by the game, that she didn't even notice when Malfoy put his arm around her, using the old yawn and stretch move. She started yelling as the team she was not routing for scored a goal and she was screaming for the other team to start paying attention.
"Come on! What do you think you are doing!" Ginny screamed out, getting into the game and jumping out of her seat. She was a rabid Quidditch fan and proud of it. "Pull your heads out of your arses and pay attention!"
Several people turned to look at Ginny when she yelled that, but soon they went back to watching the match.
Malfoy was enjoying the game as well, but he occasionally would glance over at the girl beside him. He never dated someone so into Quidditch before. Plus he found it amusing that a small person could have such a loud mouth. She reminded him of the little dogs that looked cute and innocent, but could bark louder than the big dogs.
"The Vociferous Vultures are up by two-hundred points," the announcer stated over the loud speaker. "Things could be looking up for them this year. There go both Seekers; they seem to be chasing each other to the Snitch. Wait, what is that in his hand? Oh, never mind..."
Through the game Ginny paid no attention to Malfoy because she was too busy watching the game. There were several false sights of the Snitch, but eventually the Seekers caught an eye of it and darted after it. Finally one of the Seeker's caught hold of it.
"And the Seeker caught the Snitch. Close call, the Noble Neanderthals win one thousand two hundred to one thousand one hundred and fifty." the announcer said.
"So close!" Ginny yelled, angry that her team lost. They could have one too, if they started paying attention. The other team's Seeker was not that good; he had only caught the Snitch by chance. She stood up as everyone was getting up and leaving. The Vociferous Vulture fans were upset at their team loss, and many people were throwing their trash at the field in discontent.
Ginny and Malfoy got stuck in a large crowd of people who were all trying to leave at once. Malfoy grabbed her hand so they wouldn't get separated, and eventually they made it out. "Where are we going?" Ginny asked as he led her off in a direction that she knew was not back to her place.
"We have dinner reservations," he stated, like she should have known that already. He still had a grip on her small hand, and she walked faster to keep up with him.
He hadn't even asked her to have dinner with him. Did he just expect for everyone to go by his plans? Well, she was hungry, so she decided to just go along with it. Knowing him and his money, he would take them to some place expensive and try to impress her with a fancy dinner.
Sure enough, they were standing in front of a restaurant named Le Ensorcellement, which Ginny had heard of before. Someone at her newspaper did a review of the place. They said the food was specialized for that restaurant only, and it was a nice place to go if you have the money for it. Malfoy definitely had the money for it. She stood outside of it, peering in the window at the elaborate decor inside, until Malfoy opened the door for her and ushered her in.
A/N: Thank you everyone for reviewing. Please leave a quick review and tell me what you think.
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The following day Ginny woke up at nine in the morning on her own. That was surprising to her because she was a deep sleeper and usually would keep sleeping until something woke her up. Her alarm clock was set to wake her up at ten that day, but she didn't need it since she woke up herself. She forgot that it was probably broken from the other day when she threw it and went back to sleep...
She took a quick shower and then got dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She wasn't the type of person who spent hours deciding what to wear. She then brushed her long hair and tied a black bandana around her head to keep the hair back.
The minute she took a step in her kitchen to search for something to eat when the phone rang. As she picked up the phone, which was a housewarming present from her father who was obsessed with Muggle artifacts, she sat down and began to think about the food in her kitchen. Actually, it was more like lack of food because she could not cook, therefore she normally ate out and only kept things that were fast to make.
"Hello?" Ginny asked, having a feeling that it was Hermione again.
"Ginny. I'm surprised you are awake, I thought you would still be sleeping." It was the voice of none other than Hermione. Ginny was right. Hermione was one of the only other people she knew had a phone and used it, having Muggle parents and all.
"I woke up earlier than I expected. Did you want something?"
"I wanted to ask you what you were doing today. Ron is having a 'guy's night', as he put it, with some people from work. I thought possibly we could do something, maybe watch some movies I borrowed from my mother."
"Oh. I'm busy today, with work and all. I still haven't finished that god-awful rubbish sorry excuse for a book. Rain check?" Ginny replied. It wasn't completely a lie, her date with Malfoy was strictly for business purposes and she didn't finish the book yet either. Actually, it wasn't really a lie at all, but for some reason she felt a tiny pang of guilt.
It wasn't like she could just tell Hermione what she was doing. It was undercover work, and for that to work she couldn't tell anyone. Besides, she knew that Hermione would say that it was wrong and she shouldn't be doing it, blah, blah, blah.
Whenever Ginny thought up a plan that she thought was a good idea Hermione always opposed it. Just like that time when Ginny was in her sixth year and wanted to sneak into the restricted section so she could borrow a book that had instructions to make a potion that she needed to temporary read peoples minds. Needless to say, her plan didn't work out quite how she wanted it to and she ended up being in the infirmary for a week.
"That's ok. Some other time then." her friend responded. "Work comes first."
That was always Hermione's philosophy. She was always working herself to death, and everything turned out good for her. She became a Prefect, then Head Girl and now she was Head Auror. Ginny never knew anyone so enthusiastic about learning. Hermione was like a dictionary; she knows everything there is to know about everything.
"Yeah. So, anything new?"
"No, except Ron just bought this horrid yellow couch and refuses to return it. I love him, but he has no taste at all." Hermione said. "You know how stubborn he can be."
"Yes I do." Ginny replied, laughing. Leave it to one of her many brothers to buy an ugly piece of furniture and refuse to get rid of it. She remembered back a year when Ron obtained a hideous gray turtleneck and wore it all the time. Hermione had owled her telling her about it. Hermione ended up stealing it and then throwing it out. Ron never found out.
"What about you?"
"Nothing really. Oh, but you will not believe the bad luck I had the other day. First I woke up late, then I was forty-five minutes late to work, and then I find out that Cho wrote an article about the same story I was using and the newspaper couldn't use them anyway because the news was out already." Ginny said, describing her previous day.
"I read about that."
The two women discussed that for a while, until Hermione said she had to go do something and Ginny told her that she would talk to her later. She glanced at her clock to see that it was a little past eleven, and so she went back to looking for food. She settled for some old Chinese leftovers and ate that while watching a special on the two teams who were playing in the Quidditch game that day. They talked about how the teams got started and about how the Noble Neanderthals had to replace their Seeker because their previous one mysteriously disappeared.
Before she knew it there was a knock at her door. She got up, keeping her eyes focused on her television, and slowly made her way over to the door. She opened it and then turned her head to see who it was. It was the tall blonde right on time.
"So this is where you live." he said, taking a look at her apartment. To him it was small and rather meager. He didn't get a good look though, because she shut the door back in his face. Then in a minute when he was about to leave it opened again and out came the woman. "Ready?"
"Yes." she replied cheerily and walked with him down the stairs. As they were walking she looked at Malfoy. He was wearing a black shirt and jeans, and she was surprised at how tall he had grown in the past couple years.
"Who are you cheering for?" she asked him, trying to make small talk.
"The Vociferous Vultures, I suppose." he replied. That was the answer she expected from him. After all he would choose the team that was more Malfoy like compared to the opposing team named the Noble Neanderthals. "How about you?"
"Me too, the Noble Neanderthals lost my support when they replaced the Seeker. Their new one isn't as good."
When they arrived, she followed Malfoy as he took her to a special reserved section. The seats were perfect; you could see everything from them. She knew that she could never afford seats like that. The stands were full and crowded, but in the section they were in they had space and nice leather seats. This was the life.
Then she remembered whom she was with. "Want something to eat or drink?" he asked her. Well at least he was being polite.
"No, I'm fine. Thanks anyway." she replied and returned her attention to the empty field. She looked around and was anticipating the arrival of the teams. She took some chewing gum out of her pocket and began chewing.
Soon, the teams were flying out on their brooms while the announcer introduced each member. Ginny's eyes were focused on the field, and they followed every movement. The game began and she watched as the bludger came shooting towards a Beater. Then she swore that she saw the twinkle of the golden Snitch. One of the seeker's must have seen it to; because soon he was plummeting in the direction she thought she saw it.
She was so captivated by the game, that she didn't even notice when Malfoy put his arm around her, using the old yawn and stretch move. She started yelling as the team she was not routing for scored a goal and she was screaming for the other team to start paying attention.
"Come on! What do you think you are doing!" Ginny screamed out, getting into the game and jumping out of her seat. She was a rabid Quidditch fan and proud of it. "Pull your heads out of your arses and pay attention!"
Several people turned to look at Ginny when she yelled that, but soon they went back to watching the match.
Malfoy was enjoying the game as well, but he occasionally would glance over at the girl beside him. He never dated someone so into Quidditch before. Plus he found it amusing that a small person could have such a loud mouth. She reminded him of the little dogs that looked cute and innocent, but could bark louder than the big dogs.
"The Vociferous Vultures are up by two-hundred points," the announcer stated over the loud speaker. "Things could be looking up for them this year. There go both Seekers; they seem to be chasing each other to the Snitch. Wait, what is that in his hand? Oh, never mind..."
Through the game Ginny paid no attention to Malfoy because she was too busy watching the game. There were several false sights of the Snitch, but eventually the Seekers caught an eye of it and darted after it. Finally one of the Seeker's caught hold of it.
"And the Seeker caught the Snitch. Close call, the Noble Neanderthals win one thousand two hundred to one thousand one hundred and fifty." the announcer said.
"So close!" Ginny yelled, angry that her team lost. They could have one too, if they started paying attention. The other team's Seeker was not that good; he had only caught the Snitch by chance. She stood up as everyone was getting up and leaving. The Vociferous Vulture fans were upset at their team loss, and many people were throwing their trash at the field in discontent.
Ginny and Malfoy got stuck in a large crowd of people who were all trying to leave at once. Malfoy grabbed her hand so they wouldn't get separated, and eventually they made it out. "Where are we going?" Ginny asked as he led her off in a direction that she knew was not back to her place.
"We have dinner reservations," he stated, like she should have known that already. He still had a grip on her small hand, and she walked faster to keep up with him.
He hadn't even asked her to have dinner with him. Did he just expect for everyone to go by his plans? Well, she was hungry, so she decided to just go along with it. Knowing him and his money, he would take them to some place expensive and try to impress her with a fancy dinner.
Sure enough, they were standing in front of a restaurant named Le Ensorcellement, which Ginny had heard of before. Someone at her newspaper did a review of the place. They said the food was specialized for that restaurant only, and it was a nice place to go if you have the money for it. Malfoy definitely had the money for it. She stood outside of it, peering in the window at the elaborate decor inside, until Malfoy opened the door for her and ushered her in.
A/N: Thank you everyone for reviewing. Please leave a quick review and tell me what you think.
Catmint- Thanks. Glad you like it.
HollyMahogany- He's coming up soon.