Summary: Follow Ginny Weasley, authoress extraordinaire, through her life, from age 22-35. Watch as she writes best seller books, falls in love, gets engaged, married, becomes a mother, faces hardships and struggles, and comes out alive. All without becoming committed!
Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at writing a decent length Ginny/Draco fic, usually I just have their relationships off to the side. I'm trying the best I can here so please work with me. This is just the prologue and it's kinda short but I promise that the regular chapters will be much longer.
Disclaimer: Nada, don't own nothing. And since I really hate doing these thingies, this disclaimer covers the entire fic. (I'm hoping for at least 100 chapters)
Prologue
Ginny Weasley was a writer, and a damn good one if she said so herself. At the moment the twenty-two year old witch looked anything but the part. Dressed in her brother's old snitch boxers and a scarlet and gold tank top she looked ready to exercise. Something that the short red-head had just finished doing. Soaked with sweat Ginny pulled some left-over Papa Dimitri's pizza out of the fridge, popped it on a plate, and stuck it in the microwave. Setting the timer on one minute she trotted into her bedroom to boot her laptop up.
Five minutes later the smell of smoke alerted her that something was wrong. Muttering obscenities as she ran into the kitchen Ginny rescued her, now slightly burnt, dinner. Munching on burnt pizza crust she worked on her latest story. A story about magic spells, forbidden love, enchanted characters, and a damn perfect heroine. Ginny's favorite, NOT! Actually it was about the trials of a young teenager girl living at a boarding school for magic. Sighing in frustration as a couple hundred pieces of fire colored hair found their way into her mouth along with the last piece of pizza. "Goddammit! Where's that fucking hair band when I need it?" The small human bomb exclaimed.
"Right here sister dearest..." A familiar jaunty voice drawled out mischievously. Ginny whirled around to see her older brother, Fred Weasley, standing in her doorway twirling the much desired hair scrunchie in his hand a huge grin on his face. Instead of yelling at her older, but immature, brother she grinned back.
"Well, if it isn't Tweedledum, now Tweedledee must be around here somewhere. And it had better not be snooping in my fridge." Ginny said raising her voice just a bit as another brother came into view. Slightly more calm than his twin brother George Weasley sauntered into her bedroom munching on a apple.
"Hullo, sister dearest." Ginny opened her mouth to respond to the teasing tone that her brother had mastered but merely shook her head and plopped onto the queen sized bed.
"I give up... Why don't you just ask?" Ginny grumbled, Fred grinned and walked over to her laptop. With a malicious grin he read aloud.
"I never had many friends, always the outsider, allowed to watch, but never allowed in. Those wonderful groups who would chat and giggle over some bit of gossip, the newest fashion, or the new cute guy at the table. While I despised gossip, didn't really give a damn about what outfit was fashionable, and I was crushing on the greatest guy at the school. I didn't care about all the 'popular girl talk' what I really wanted was to belong. Be part of a group that didn't skitter in the hallways waiting for the school bad boys to go by, or waiting for the reactions from the latest pranks to wear off.
I was the looser, the weak one, the one that was made fun of between classes because I was poor and wore the robes that my older brothers didn't fit into anymore. Once I actually was invited to spend the day with some of the popular girls, all a joke to embarrass me. I didn't mind that they made fun of me, it was who they embarrassed me in front of. The two most popular guys in school, my crush, Henry Porter, and Drake Mayflower, big bad boy, amazing bouncing ferret. You see Drake had a bad reputation of terrorizing the younger students, one day he got on the bad side of one and was turned into his true form. A rodent, an albino ferret to be exact. A perfect replica I'd say, white blonde hair slicked back with loads of hair goop, pointed, ratty, sneering, up to no good face. Instant ferret just add fur." Fred's grin had slipped from his face after the first paragraph, it was something he obviously hadn't been expecting... Good. Ginny smirked at her brother's face, and laughed out loud when he tried to eat her pizza. Burnt straight through and hard as rock Fred nearly broke a molar taking a 'nibble'.
"Jesus, Gin! How have you survived the way you cook?" Fred choked out tossing the fossilized pizza crust in the waste basket. "By the way, Ginny, where'd you learn to write like that?" Ginny giggled as Fred sank onto the bed next to her.
"I have no clue, but I'm sending it in tonight. My biography from Hogwarts, I've been working on it for ages, I have years of journals to thank. And Harry, my living tape recorder. Now, what did you bring me for chow?"
~*~
One month after Ginny's first big book was published a huge banging from the entrance to her apartment was heard. Glaring blearily at the clock, which said 12:00, Ginny stormed to her door and threw it open to see a pissed off Draco Malfoy. "Hullo, Malfoy! Sorry, got the wrong address, old chap! Hooker lives upstairs. Goodbye." Slamming the door got her nowhere, as soon as she had moved away from the door the blonde git came storming in.
"Do. You. Recognize. This. Book. Weasley?" He ground out holding up a book titled 'The Life Of Ginger Wesley: My Life At A Magical Boarding School by Virginia Weasley'. Smirking her patented Weasley smirk Ginny stared up at him. After only a few seconds her neck began to crick, he was head and shoulders taller than her!
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy I recognize that book, seeing as I wrote it, but I seriously am not in the mood for a conversation about whether or not I recognize a book that I wrote at twelve in the goddamn morning. So out! And if you must bug me do it after I've been awake at least five hours, have had a shower, my cup of tea, and breakfast!" Draco was smirking.
"Oh, don't worry Weaslette. I'll be seeing your pathetic mudblood loving face tomorrow, you can count on that!" Pivoting on his heel perfectly Draco stalked out the door, and unfortunately, back into Virginia Oriana Weasley's life.
"Goddamn........."
Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at writing a decent length Ginny/Draco fic, usually I just have their relationships off to the side. I'm trying the best I can here so please work with me. This is just the prologue and it's kinda short but I promise that the regular chapters will be much longer.
Disclaimer: Nada, don't own nothing. And since I really hate doing these thingies, this disclaimer covers the entire fic. (I'm hoping for at least 100 chapters)
Ginny Weasley was a writer, and a damn good one if she said so herself. At the moment the twenty-two year old witch looked anything but the part. Dressed in her brother's old snitch boxers and a scarlet and gold tank top she looked ready to exercise. Something that the short red-head had just finished doing. Soaked with sweat Ginny pulled some left-over Papa Dimitri's pizza out of the fridge, popped it on a plate, and stuck it in the microwave. Setting the timer on one minute she trotted into her bedroom to boot her laptop up.
Five minutes later the smell of smoke alerted her that something was wrong. Muttering obscenities as she ran into the kitchen Ginny rescued her, now slightly burnt, dinner. Munching on burnt pizza crust she worked on her latest story. A story about magic spells, forbidden love, enchanted characters, and a damn perfect heroine. Ginny's favorite, NOT! Actually it was about the trials of a young teenager girl living at a boarding school for magic. Sighing in frustration as a couple hundred pieces of fire colored hair found their way into her mouth along with the last piece of pizza. "Goddammit! Where's that fucking hair band when I need it?" The small human bomb exclaimed.
"Right here sister dearest..." A familiar jaunty voice drawled out mischievously. Ginny whirled around to see her older brother, Fred Weasley, standing in her doorway twirling the much desired hair scrunchie in his hand a huge grin on his face. Instead of yelling at her older, but immature, brother she grinned back.
"Well, if it isn't Tweedledum, now Tweedledee must be around here somewhere. And it had better not be snooping in my fridge." Ginny said raising her voice just a bit as another brother came into view. Slightly more calm than his twin brother George Weasley sauntered into her bedroom munching on a apple.
"Hullo, sister dearest." Ginny opened her mouth to respond to the teasing tone that her brother had mastered but merely shook her head and plopped onto the queen sized bed.
"I give up... Why don't you just ask?" Ginny grumbled, Fred grinned and walked over to her laptop. With a malicious grin he read aloud.
"I never had many friends, always the outsider, allowed to watch, but never allowed in. Those wonderful groups who would chat and giggle over some bit of gossip, the newest fashion, or the new cute guy at the table. While I despised gossip, didn't really give a damn about what outfit was fashionable, and I was crushing on the greatest guy at the school. I didn't care about all the 'popular girl talk' what I really wanted was to belong. Be part of a group that didn't skitter in the hallways waiting for the school bad boys to go by, or waiting for the reactions from the latest pranks to wear off.
I was the looser, the weak one, the one that was made fun of between classes because I was poor and wore the robes that my older brothers didn't fit into anymore. Once I actually was invited to spend the day with some of the popular girls, all a joke to embarrass me. I didn't mind that they made fun of me, it was who they embarrassed me in front of. The two most popular guys in school, my crush, Henry Porter, and Drake Mayflower, big bad boy, amazing bouncing ferret. You see Drake had a bad reputation of terrorizing the younger students, one day he got on the bad side of one and was turned into his true form. A rodent, an albino ferret to be exact. A perfect replica I'd say, white blonde hair slicked back with loads of hair goop, pointed, ratty, sneering, up to no good face. Instant ferret just add fur." Fred's grin had slipped from his face after the first paragraph, it was something he obviously hadn't been expecting... Good. Ginny smirked at her brother's face, and laughed out loud when he tried to eat her pizza. Burnt straight through and hard as rock Fred nearly broke a molar taking a 'nibble'.
"Jesus, Gin! How have you survived the way you cook?" Fred choked out tossing the fossilized pizza crust in the waste basket. "By the way, Ginny, where'd you learn to write like that?" Ginny giggled as Fred sank onto the bed next to her.
"I have no clue, but I'm sending it in tonight. My biography from Hogwarts, I've been working on it for ages, I have years of journals to thank. And Harry, my living tape recorder. Now, what did you bring me for chow?"
One month after Ginny's first big book was published a huge banging from the entrance to her apartment was heard. Glaring blearily at the clock, which said 12:00, Ginny stormed to her door and threw it open to see a pissed off Draco Malfoy. "Hullo, Malfoy! Sorry, got the wrong address, old chap! Hooker lives upstairs. Goodbye." Slamming the door got her nowhere, as soon as she had moved away from the door the blonde git came storming in.
"Do. You. Recognize. This. Book. Weasley?" He ground out holding up a book titled 'The Life Of Ginger Wesley: My Life At A Magical Boarding School by Virginia Weasley'. Smirking her patented Weasley smirk Ginny stared up at him. After only a few seconds her neck began to crick, he was head and shoulders taller than her!
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy I recognize that book, seeing as I wrote it, but I seriously am not in the mood for a conversation about whether or not I recognize a book that I wrote at twelve in the goddamn morning. So out! And if you must bug me do it after I've been awake at least five hours, have had a shower, my cup of tea, and breakfast!" Draco was smirking.
"Oh, don't worry Weaslette. I'll be seeing your pathetic mudblood loving face tomorrow, you can count on that!" Pivoting on his heel perfectly Draco stalked out the door, and unfortunately, back into Virginia Oriana Weasley's life.
"Goddamn........."