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!
Chapter One
Ginny managed to make herself breakfast without even so much as scorching it. However this was only because breakfast was cocoa puff cereal with cold milk. Therefore, nothing had to be heated and nothing could be burned. At least until she made her morning cup of Earl Grey tea. Managing to only boil half the water away before she noticed that the water was ready she poured the scalding water over the cup that was half filled with sugar and a tea bag. Cursing out loud as a little bit of the boiling water splashed over the rim of the large pottery mug Ginny put the pot down and shoved her arm under ice water that was coming from the kitchen sink.
"You actually kiss your mother with that mouth, Weasel?" A cold, drawling voice asked from the vicinity of the kitchen door sneered. Whipping around, splattering water all over her kitchen walls, Ginny faced the twenty-three year old blonde intruder.
"It is polite and courteous to knock first before barging uninvited into someone's home, Malfoy. But since you are unfamiliar with both we will have a lesson." Kicking aside a chair Ginny pushed Draco out her front door. Shutting it she stormed back into her kitchen and plopped down in her chair. She grinned as she heard unmalfoyesque cursing coming from the porch of her modest, but tasteful, home as he undoubtedly tried to use the unlocking charm and was repelled.
As Ginny stood Malfoy apparated in front of her, causing Ginny to spill hot tea down his formerly immaculate white business shirt. "Dammit Weasley! That cost me one hundred and fifty galleons!"
"I'm soooo sorry Draco! I had nooooo idea, I never meant to spill my tea on you." Ginny said in a syrupy sweet, sugar coated voice as she firmly push Draco out of her way. He glared at her before apparating, undoubtedly to go rant at his father and change into a completely different outfit.
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Ginny was dressed in a old tatty sun dress working in her garden singing along with a muggle songs when a *pop* alerted her to someone else's presence.
"I know you're poor, Weasel, but must you really eat dirt?" A cold, sneering, waaaaaay to familiar voice drawl asked as Ginny tripped over a root and landed face first in the garden.
Counting to ten in her mind she stood and faced her platinum tormenter. "No, Malfoy, I don't eat dirt, and I'm not poor. If I wanted I could have manor rivaling your's in size. But I'm not in love with my money and don't like flaunting my wealth, so unless you have a good reason for being here, the gate is that way." Ginny said calmly, pointing to the garden exit.
Draco scowled. "As a matter of fact I do have a reason for gracing you with my presence. But aren't I allowed to visit old school mates?"
"Only if their father's support Lord Voldemort, which I sure as hell don't, besides, I'm a Weasley. There has to be something on the Malfoy code of conduct against visiting the lower class. What is it? Second only to kiss snake ass when Voldy's around?"
Draco looked affronted. "For your information that's number five." He said.
"Which one?" Ginny asked in an acidic voice."
"None of your business!" Draco replied hotly. (A/N: RREEGGIIEE*snickers*)
"Anyway, rewind. Other than annoying the shit out of me, why the hell are you here?" Ginny demanded angrily, her dirt coated hand inches away from her fifteen inch, oak with dragon heartstring want.
"Two reasons. One, for suing you" Draco answered calmly.
"What does you demented mind think I did now?" Ginny asked irately.
The Slytherin graduate held up Ginny's novel. "Using my character without personal permission." He said furiously.
"And just when did I do that?" Ginny asked, her fragile patience wearing thin.
"'Drake Mayflower, white blonde hair, grey eyes, and ferret like face'. As much as I loathe to admit it, that's me!" Draco stormed.
"Coincidence." Ginny said breezily. "And you don't look like a ferret. You look like a drowned rat. With clear plaster of Paris in it's hair. Did you have another reason for trespassing?" She asked. Trying desperately not to laugh at the look on her foe's face.
"You are advertising for a roommate. I've come to answer it." Ginny stared at Draco for a minute before sitting down...... Hard.
"Oh...My...God... You're serious."
Hehehehehehehe..... Poor Ginny!
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Kinda messed up arrow.. But please review! Sorry it's soooo short, I'll try to make the chapters longer in the future. Promise!
Ginny managed to make herself breakfast without even so much as scorching it. However this was only because breakfast was cocoa puff cereal with cold milk. Therefore, nothing had to be heated and nothing could be burned. At least until she made her morning cup of Earl Grey tea. Managing to only boil half the water away before she noticed that the water was ready she poured the scalding water over the cup that was half filled with sugar and a tea bag. Cursing out loud as a little bit of the boiling water splashed over the rim of the large pottery mug Ginny put the pot down and shoved her arm under ice water that was coming from the kitchen sink.
"You actually kiss your mother with that mouth, Weasel?" A cold, drawling voice asked from the vicinity of the kitchen door sneered. Whipping around, splattering water all over her kitchen walls, Ginny faced the twenty-three year old blonde intruder.
"It is polite and courteous to knock first before barging uninvited into someone's home, Malfoy. But since you are unfamiliar with both we will have a lesson." Kicking aside a chair Ginny pushed Draco out her front door. Shutting it she stormed back into her kitchen and plopped down in her chair. She grinned as she heard unmalfoyesque cursing coming from the porch of her modest, but tasteful, home as he undoubtedly tried to use the unlocking charm and was repelled.
As Ginny stood Malfoy apparated in front of her, causing Ginny to spill hot tea down his formerly immaculate white business shirt. "Dammit Weasley! That cost me one hundred and fifty galleons!"
"I'm soooo sorry Draco! I had nooooo idea, I never meant to spill my tea on you." Ginny said in a syrupy sweet, sugar coated voice as she firmly push Draco out of her way. He glared at her before apparating, undoubtedly to go rant at his father and change into a completely different outfit.
Ginny was dressed in a old tatty sun dress working in her garden singing along with a muggle songs when a *pop* alerted her to someone else's presence.
"I know you're poor, Weasel, but must you really eat dirt?" A cold, sneering, waaaaaay to familiar voice drawl asked as Ginny tripped over a root and landed face first in the garden.
Counting to ten in her mind she stood and faced her platinum tormenter. "No, Malfoy, I don't eat dirt, and I'm not poor. If I wanted I could have manor rivaling your's in size. But I'm not in love with my money and don't like flaunting my wealth, so unless you have a good reason for being here, the gate is that way." Ginny said calmly, pointing to the garden exit.
Draco scowled. "As a matter of fact I do have a reason for gracing you with my presence. But aren't I allowed to visit old school mates?"
"Only if their father's support Lord Voldemort, which I sure as hell don't, besides, I'm a Weasley. There has to be something on the Malfoy code of conduct against visiting the lower class. What is it? Second only to kiss snake ass when Voldy's around?"
Draco looked affronted. "For your information that's number five." He said.
"Which one?" Ginny asked in an acidic voice."
"None of your business!" Draco replied hotly. (A/N: RREEGGIIEE*snickers*)
"Anyway, rewind. Other than annoying the shit out of me, why the hell are you here?" Ginny demanded angrily, her dirt coated hand inches away from her fifteen inch, oak with dragon heartstring want.
"Two reasons. One, for suing you" Draco answered calmly.
"What does you demented mind think I did now?" Ginny asked irately.
The Slytherin graduate held up Ginny's novel. "Using my character without personal permission." He said furiously.
"And just when did I do that?" Ginny asked, her fragile patience wearing thin.
"'Drake Mayflower, white blonde hair, grey eyes, and ferret like face'. As much as I loathe to admit it, that's me!" Draco stormed.
"Coincidence." Ginny said breezily. "And you don't look like a ferret. You look like a drowned rat. With clear plaster of Paris in it's hair. Did you have another reason for trespassing?" She asked. Trying desperately not to laugh at the look on her foe's face.
"You are advertising for a roommate. I've come to answer it." Ginny stared at Draco for a minute before sitting down...... Hard.
"Oh...My...God... You're serious."
Hehehehehehehe..... Poor Ginny!
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Kinda messed up arrow.. But please review! Sorry it's soooo short, I'll try to make the chapters longer in the future. Promise!