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Chapter Two
Sitting in silence along with her brother Ron, and her two best friends Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, Ginny took advantage of the silence and observed her brother and her two best friends.
Ron sat with his head on his hand, his elbow leaning on the armchair. He had changed dramatically since he was in 7th year. He had seemed to become, well, handsome looking. He had shot up to about six foot 2, without looking lanky. He had cut his red hair short, so short it was probably between a number 1 and a number 2. His freckles seemed to have faded a little, or it just could have been that they blended in due to Ron becoming slightly darker. He also seemed to dress better than he used to. There could be two reasons for that Ginny thought to herself. One could be because he earns a stack of cash and can afford to go and buy nice designer clothes, and the other reason could be because he cares more about how he presents due to more girls following him around.
Hermione sat crossed legged in a green dressing gown, fumbling with her wand. She still looked beautiful without the make-up she wears daily. Her now permanently straightened hair was mindlessly chucked into a high messy ponytail on top of her head. She had changed the colour slightly, it was more of a caramel colour than mousy brown, and it looked amazing. Ginny wished she could have had the killer curves Hermione had, unfortunately she was blessed with extremely long legs, small curves and tiny little boobs that might as well not exist.
Harry on the other hand wasn't sitting down, he was standing next to the fireplace in a pair of black tracky dacks and a large white shirt swirling a glass of wine that he had helped himself to. He too had changed. He hadn't done a great deal to his hair, it was a bit shorter and more ruffled looking. He no longer wore the round glasses, he now wore a pair similar to Ginny's only a lot thinner. He had now decided to follow the trend of having a bit of stubble on his chin, something Ginny didn't like. He wasn't as tall as Ron, but he was just an inch or less taller than Ginny and he was still with Cho, to Ginny's dismay. They hadn't married yet even though they have had a child between them. Little Amelia was on all the front pages of every newspaper only a few hours after she was born, that's what you get for having a father who once rid Voldermort of his powers.
They all took a deep breath and sighed in unison and looked at Pansy sprawled out on Ginny's living room floor.
"What do we do?" Ginny said trying to break the silence.
Nothing. Not a word.
"Um, alright," she said slowly. She then stood up and said," I'm going to get a glass of milk does anyone else want some?" she said, trying to grab their attention. Obviously not she though to herself.
She shut the door and walked down the hall into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Nothing but a cartoon of milk, a few carrots and a block of half eaten chocolate. She made a note of going to the supermarket tomorrow. Or was it already tomorrow?
She looked at the microwave clock. 01:26 it read. Looks like tomorrow is today. She searched around for a clean glass and in the end resorted to a dirty one and poured the milk into it. She took a sip and slowly walked down the hallway back to living room.
She stopped outside the living room door but then turned around and proceeded to her bedroom having remembered to look for her wand.
She searched around for her wand. She pulled put everything in her wardrobe, her dresser, her shelves, everything. She then got down on all fours and searched under her bed. Her right hand rummaged around and touched something furry. All of a sudden it bolted out from under the bed and straight onto Ginny, scratching violently at her face. She succeeded at grabbing its neck and holding it away from her.
"Zachary! What were you doing under there?"
"Hiding," he said back jumping away from her grip, landing on the ground and started to lick his black velvet coat of fur. Ginny shook her head at her cat and dived under her bed and retrieved her wand.
"You wouldn't have taken this off my dresser by any chance Zac?" She said pointing to her wand and standing up.
"No, of course not," he said and turned his back to her. She seriously doubted that. Zac came into her care after he was sentenced to 100 years as a cat after turning his parents and siblings into cats and selling them on eBay to muggles. The Department of Magical Law Enforcement decided that instead of being sent to Azkaban, the 25-year-olds punishment to live as a cat for the next 100 years was a punishment that had a strong lesson to be learnt.
"I have said this many times, if you try to escape the Ministry will catch you. Remember the device under your fur, if you try to leave me they will track you and kill you. Now pussy is it really worth it?"
The cat mumbled something and Ginny decided to leave it at that. She put her hair in a bun using her wand as a single chopstick and picked up Zac, her milk, opened the door and proceeded to the living room.
Before she walked in she stopped and put her ear to the door and listened. All three were talking in soft voices, but she was just able to make out what they were saying.
"I hear they are engaged," Hermione whispered.
"They are?" Ron and Harry said at the same time.
"Yeah apparently their parents have forced them to. Something about 'pure blood' reigning on, I overheard Seamus talking about it the other day."
"But they hate each other," Harry said.
"No, Malfoy hates her, she is head over heels for him," Hermione snapped back.
Ginny's eyebrows rose. Draco and Pansy getting married?
"Are they talking about Lucius's son?" Zac purred.
"Seems like it," Ginny replied pushing her ear harder against the door listening.
"What do you think is wrong with her?" Ron said.
Hermione said patiently, "Ron, how can I possibly know? She is knocked out. Ginny said she crashed through the door screaming and banging trying to attack her. Do you see her doing that now?"
"Um, no," Ron said slowly, hoping it was the right answer.
"Exactly Ron, so how am I supposed to know what is wrong with her?!" she yelled.
Ginny took this as her cue, and walked straight in.
They all stopped what they were doing and looked at her. Zac jumped from her arms and pounced on Hermione, startling her. She smiled and started to stroke him and he started to purr loudly.
Stupid sex crazed cat.
There was another awkward silence. Ginny maybe thought the reason they weren't talking was because she was in the room. She turned to leave, but Harry cleared his throat before she could exit the room. She spun around to look at Harry.
"I was thinking, Ginny, you know your spare bedroom?" he said, not moving, not even looking at her.
"Yes," she said wondering what he wanted with her spare bedroom.
"Would it be possible if we could use it?" He said looking through Pansy's coat and found her wallet.
"Exactly what for?"
"Well," Harry said taking a seat and looked at everyone, "Maybe we should have Pansy stay here for awhile, and she could use the spare bedroom."
Ginny's mouth dropped. She had never heard something so ridiculous in her life," Are you mad? No way!" Ginny yelled and started to pace the room.
"Just hear me out for a minute Gin," Harry said standing up and started to follow her.
"Are you insane? She tried to kill me Harry!" Ginny was becoming more furious every step she took.
"Gin," Harry tried to grab her arm but she shook it off, so he grabbed her and made her face him," Ginny if you would just listen, just for a minute you may understand where I am coming from."
She looked into his emerald eyes. That was enough for her to give in.
"One minute, starting now," she said standing with her arms folded.
"Alright," he said thinking first of how to put what he was thinking into words.
"We would place a charm around the room, she really she would be imprisoned in the room. We would have to put a toilet, a basin and a shower in there.…um…" he said scratching his head thinking some more, then Hermione butted in and she seemed to understand what Harry was thinking.
"We just need to observe her behavior. We can then judge then if she needs to be taken to St Mungo's Hospital or if she needs the Aurors help," she said looking seriously at Ginny.
Ginny looked at all three of them, all Aurors. She wasn't smart enough to be in that profession. Then a thought crossed her mind.
"Why can't she stay at any of your houses, you're the Aurors!" she said with disbelief.
"I have a child," Harry said quickly said.
"I have muggle flat mates," Hermione said equally as fast.
They all looked at Ron.
"What?' he said looking back at them.
"Ron you look after her," Ginny said, her eyes glaring at him.
"Gin, I only have one bedroom in my unit," he said shrugging.
Curse one-bedroom units!
"Please Ginny, just for a few days?" Hermione said pleadingly.
She looked at them, threw her hands up in the air and stormed out of the room. She didn't know what to think; she didn't know what to do. She went into the kitchen and sat on the breakfast bench.
"You need to help them," Zac appeared at her side, his sapphire blue eyes blinking at her.
"And have a raving lunatic in my house who tried to kill me. Am I the only who think this is wrong?"
"You have always envied them for being Aurors Gin, this is your chance to prove that you are more than a writer by helping them," Zac decided to try and manipulate the situation.
"Zac, writing is all I have ever been good at, being a writer is all that I am," she said softly.
"You are much more than that," he said sternly.
"You don't really think that, do you?"
"I know that you are much more than you appear to be," he said suddenly jumping off the breakfast bench.
"And you think I should do this?" she said also hopping off the bench.
"Most definitely," he said with a twinkle in his eye.
Ginny raised her eyebrow and eyed him for awhile.
"This wouldn't have anything to do with you gaining more brownie points with the Ministry so you can get a few years taken off your sentence, would it Zachary?"
"How could you ask such a thing!" he said dramatically, and grinned as much as a cat could.
"Hmmm…." she smiled to herself and picked him up and walked back to the living room to discuss the conditions.
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