I'MMMMM BAAAACCCKKK!!!! I'm really sorry this chapter took so long!! Worst case of Writer's Block ever.
Drake: Get on with it!
Me: Everyone! Meet Drake, my bloody annoying dragon muse.
Drake: Who you can't live without.
Me: I beg to differ.
Drake: Aw, come on! I'm sexy and you know it.
Me: *stares in shock* Oh. Bloody. Hell. I cannot believe my muse just said that.......... Stupefy
Drake: *Is stunned*
Me: Okie dokie! On wiv da show!!!! I wanna thank Lyn for her ideas and for Nori, who she made for this story. *bows* Thank you partner in hyperly crime.
Secondly I wanna thank Cathy for getting my pathetic Writer's Blocked arse in gear. This chappie is dedicated to you, Cathy.
Also thanks to d[n-n]b, Cameron, and lavieenrose78. You guys are the best!!!
I'm really glad you all like this, I aim to please!
Now, without further ado, I proudly present, Chapter two!!
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!
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Falling Into Grace
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Chapter Two
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Ginny stared up at an infuriatingly arrogant Albino rodent from where she sat on her dignified behind. "You can't be bloody serious!!!" She exclaimed. "Please tell me that this is some kind of cruel joke!"
Draco's evilly amused smirk was her only answer. Ginny promptly swore loud and long as she rose to her feet. She received dirty looks from all the nearby animal mummies. How strange, animals didn't usually understand human obscenities. Huh. "Watch your mouth, Weasel. And I am deadly serious."
"Don't call me Weasel. And don't expect it to be easy. You'll be helping with yard maintenance, no magic, it ruins the plants. The cleaning, taking the trash out, shopping, no liquor allowed in the house, no house elves. Magic inside only. None of the luxuries you're used to." Draco was slowly paling; Ginny smiled a feral grin. "Still interested, rat?"
"Yes." Ginny's mouth dropped a couple of miles. Her jaw working weakly, Draco smirked at the sight of his old schoolmate greatly resembling a fish.
"You're shitting me, Ferret." Ginny finally said weakly. "Why d'you need a place to stay anyway?" She asked, suddenly suspicious. "You've got gazillions of galleons, get your own place." Draco scowled.
"None of your business, Weasel." He snapped harshly.
Ginny's rude ferret-hater attitude returned, full force. "Excuse me! EXCUSE ME! I believe that it is MY HOUSE that you are interested in staying in! I believe that I have a RIGHT to know just WHY you need a room-.......... Unless...." Ginny gaped at the uncomfortable young man. "YOU GOT DISOWNED!!! Oh! Hahahahahahaha teeheehee!! hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Perfect Death-Eater got disowned? What'd you do?????" Ginny said in between bursts of hysterical laughter.
Draco's face had a slowly growing, very angry, scowl. "What makes you think that, Weasel?" Ginny calmed herself down to barely controlled snickers.
"One, haha, you wouldn't come here unless you were desperate, hehe, two, hahaha, you have a nasty scowl on your face that translates to, 'die you horribly correct Gryffindor'. Oh, hahahahaha, this is rich, I can't wait to tell Ron!!"
"WHAT!" Draco yelped, in a very un-Malfoyesque voice. Because, as a rule, Malfoys don't squeak like the creatures they resemble.
Ginny sent him an amused look as she dialed a muggle cell phone. Ah, the benefits of having a muggle obsessed father. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ri- "HELLOO?? THIS IS ROOOONNN WWEEAASSSLLLEEYY, CCAAANNN YYOOOUUU HHHHEEEEAAARRR MMMEEEE???" Ginny snorted as her brother answered his phone.
"Yes, Ronnie-kins, I could hear you just fine, but I think I'm deaf now." She said, glaring at Draco who was laughing meanly at her brother.
"Ooops, sorry, Gin. I keep forgetting. Ouch! Gabrielle! Leave off! Hey!!! Stop hitting me with that!!!" A cheerful, French accented 'so sorry dear' was heard in the background. "Sorry, Ginny, whatcha need?"
"Oh, I don't need anything. But I got something you'll want. Blackmail against Mr. Malfoy Junior." Ginny said wickedly, eyeing her unwelcome guest.
"Tell me, favorite sister." Ron demanded eagerly.
"Ron, I'm your only sister." Ginny said cheerfully.
"All the more reason for you to be my favorite sister." Ron said, matching her tone. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"WEEELLLLLL..... I've just found out that Mr. Draco Malfoy has be- FERRET BACK OFF !" Ginny yelled as Draco tried to snatch her phone. Whacking him over the head she returned to her conversation. "He got disowned and kicked out of the manor without a penny. And he's begging for the roommate ad I put out." Draco looked slightly affronted.
"Malfoys do not beg, Weasel." He said, sending her an icy glare.
"Good for you." Ginny shot back. Ron was quite perplexed, being only able to hear, and laugh his redheaded ass off.
"Are you telling me, hahahaha, that Malferret is there?" Ginny smirked.
"Uhuh. And I'm planning on letting him have the room. I need some form of amusement around here. 'Sides, I can be evil as I want after all, it's my house." The two sibling snickered evilly together, as Draco started looked slightly uncomfortable.
Finally Ginny said 'goodbye' and hung up."Well Mr. Malfoy.... Smoke?"
"No."
"Drink."
"Occasionally."
"Tough. Job?"
"JOB!?"
"Yes, you are expected to pay rent. Pets?"
"An Owl and a Siberian Husky."
"AWWWW. Any Medical Conditions besides mental instability?"
"Allergic to Basil and Chamomile."Draco said, grudgingly, scowling at her crack about a mental instability.
"Any experience with babies?"
"WHAT?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "I'm the official babysitter for my brothers. Mainly Ron, George, and Charlie."
"Not much." Draco admitted, praying to whatever was looking after him would let him off the hook.
"Plenty of time to learn, Bucko." Draco scowled, his guardian angel must be busy.
"This is clearly harassment."
"Oh no it isn't, this is 'helping the nice lady who didn't kick you out on the streets' twins ain't easy."
"TWINS" Draco yelled, undignified spittle flying from his mouth.
Ginny snickered, again. "Uhuh, now move your stuff in Malfoy. You have until tomorrow at six." And then she turned and walked into the house.
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Knock. Knock. Knock. BANGBANGBANGBANG! "Open the door Weasel" Draco yelled when Ginny didn't answer the door right away.
Finally she answered, dressed only in a bath robe and towel. Uh oh, she looked pissed. "Ferret, when will you get it through your thick skull to call ahead of time?"
"Let me in, Weasley." Ginny scowled but stepped aside. She yelped and ducked as several UFOs came soaring in after him. "Where's my room, Weasley?" Draco asked suddenly, his head popping into view from where he stood around the corner, in the hall.
"This way." Ginny said, walking around him and leading him to the guest bedroom. It had a cozy atmosphere, pale greens and, though Ginny was loathe to admit it, she had added light silver streaks here and there. A large window overlooked a large peaceful meadow, with bordering oaks and a shallow creek. A huge, ancient, willow tree stood on the meandering creek's bank. Light, wispy, clouds hung over the grassy plain, which was swaying softly in the breeze.
A large king sized bed graced the center of the room. A dark mahogany wood with silver snake inlays and dark and light green cotton sheets. A full sized mirror stood in a corner and the silver frame looked like snakes twined around the glass. The eyes were emeralds. A chest of drawers, matching the bed, stood in the other corner while three green and silver, homey. rag rugs lay on either side of the bed and at the foot of the bed.
Draco was struck dumb, Ginny had styled the entire room Slytherinish and the view was incredible. "I take it you like the room, Malfoy" She said offhandedly.
"It isn't as bad as I was expecting it to be. You've done a fair job, Weasel." Ginny scowled at him.
"Thank you, I think... Oh, Ferret... um...D'you know how to cook???" She asked sheepishly, blushing when Draco turned around to face her with an eyebrow raised.
"Yes, Weasel, I know how to cook." He said, slightly amused.
"Good." Ginny said. "Get going, chef."
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Ginny appeared in the entrance of Magick Touch Fashion Design and Studio where she worked as a fashion designer. Rushing inside Ginny draped her coat over the hat rack and tried to quietly race to her office.
"MISS WEASLEY!" Her boss's voice called out loudly. Ginny winced, oh shit. Shitshitshitshit.
"Yes Mr. Robynisky?" She asked meekly. Her large, bearded, elephant-like boss skidded to a halt in front of her.
"Please explain, Weasley," He started, spittle flying from his large mouth. "Why you are late! It's almost noon, Miss Weasley... If you cannot show up on time-!" Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Mr. Robynisky, it's only 8:35. I am only five minutes late. You're on Russian time again." The large, auburn haired, Viking spluttered indignantly for a few minutes. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll get to work."
Sidling into her office Ginny shut the door and thankfully sank into her chair. Her job paid well, but her boss was, quite frankly, a mental case who thought he was in charge of international affairs. With a loud THUNK Ginny's head fell forward onto her desk.
Knock knock knock "Who is it?" Ginny called, praying it wasn't Mr. Robynisky.
The door opened and a pretty brunette poked her head it. "It's me, Alex, Miss Karpa needs some more ideas for the new Autumn robes. She insists that you draw them." Ginny nodded.
"'Kay, she need anything else?" Alexandriana Baylore, better known to her friends and co-workers as Alex, shook her head.
"Nope, she said just the Autumn robes, oh yeah, just earth tones and reds." Alex's head then retreated and left Ginny all by her lonesome.
"Joy to the world." The redhead muttered. Reaching into a drawer Ginny pulled a pad of sketch paper out and 'accioed' her pencil case. Autumn robes in only earth and red tones. She could do this, yes the paper would bow to the will of Ginny! Bwahahahaha.......
selecting a soft grey pencil she started on the outline of a light, fluttery, robe. Soon she was adding light brown to the sketch, some moss green would be nice too. Nah, just light brown. A bronze clasp would hold the robe on.
Next was a dark mahogany colored robe, a little heavier. For cool weather, maybe a light wool blend. Yes, that would be pretty, maybe some iridescent lighter brown on the edges. Swirls would be pretty too, yes, on the material, iridescent swirls with edging... A silver clasp would be pretty...
Soon Ginny was completely absorbed in her work.... Finally eight robes later she was done. Rising from her chair she clutched her rolled up designs, breathed a prayer and exited her office. One flight of stairs up, left turn, third door on the right. Knock knock knock. "Miss Karpa? I have your designs." The door swung open to reveal a witch in her mid thirties sitting at the desk, wand in hand.
"Thank you, Ginny, you're a life saver." Ginny arched an eyebrow, but set the drawings on the desk and took a seat.
"Any time, Miss Karpa." She said quietly. Miss Karpa smiled benignly as she picked up the sketches. A smaller, happier smile flitted across her lips and she looked at them.
"These are very good and we will use most of them." Ginny smiled, stood, thanked her ("Oh, don't mention it, Ginny."), and left.
"Ginny!! There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!" A voice called. Ginny turned to smile at another friend.
"What's up, Emi?" She asked as her co-worker friend caught up with her. Emily Taylor, a friend from Hogwarts braced herself on the wall.
"Some guy on the main floo line's asking for you, says it's urgent. He's cute." Ginny stared at her usually oblivious to guys friend.
"'Kay, thanks." Emi grinned and sauntered off. Opening the door to the sitting room Ginny saw Draco's head floating in green flames. Rolling her eyes Ginny sauntered forward and plopped onto the rug in front of the fire.
"Weasley." Draco said, trying not to smirk.
"Malfoy, whatcha need?" Ginny asked, likewise grinning as the flames made his hair look like Slytherin flames.
"The pantry password. It keeps bad mouthing me." Ginny started to snicker at the expression on her roommate's rodent-like features.
"Hahaha... Short term memory loss, Ferret? You were right behind me when I opened the pantry." Draco scowled angrily and ordered her to tell him. "As you wish, majesty. It's; Les dragons sont laids. Oh, I'll be home at 5:30, please have something for me to eat."
"I'm not your bloody servant, Weasel." He snarled. His disposition darkening rapidly.
Ginny smiled sweetly. "Of course you're not, you're my roommate who will be willing to help out if I have to work late. Ta!" Ginny said grinning as she left the room... Life was wonderful.
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"I'm home!" Ginny called as she apparated inside her house at 5:33pm. The delicious smell of fried chicken wafted through the house. A large wolf came barreling through the door into the main part of the house. Closer inspection revealed it to be a husky, more accurate, Draco's Siberian husky Cesar.
Laughing Ginny hung her coat up on the hook next to the door and stroked the dog's head. She hummed a few lines of a song that had been on the radio, something by some new witch singer. Dancing lightly along with the tune Ginny spun into the kitchen to see Draco pulling something out of the oven. Most likely the fried chicken. "That smells delicious, Malfoy. You want me to do anything?"
Half of her rebelled against the offer, shouting 'He's a MALFOY' in a high pitched soprano, the other half argued that he was now her roommate and she was allowed to help. Besides, Ginny reasoned, I do want to eat something.
"Of course. You can sit down and keep your completely unskilled hands away from the food. I saw what you did with that tea!" Draco said, smirking. Ginny glared, but gathered up silver ware and set the table. Cesar trotted in, looking quite pleased with a beautiful Barn Owl on his back.
"That's Jovan. Bloody stuck up prig." Draco said, looking over his shoulder at the owl. Ginny snickered at the hypocritism in that statement.
"And you're not a prig?" She asked. Draco glared at her as he dished out the chicken
"I resent that." He grumbled.
"You would." Ginny returned as she took a bite of chicken. "But, hypocrite or not, you make the best food." She told him. Draco grinned slightly.
"Why, thank you Weasley, I didn't know you cared." He said jokingly as Ginny finished off the piece of chicken..
"I don't, not much any ways." Ginny bantered back... Suddenly she stopped in horror... She was practically treating Malfoy like one of her brother's. She couldn't thank the doorbell enough when someone rang it. "I've got it." Ginny said, practically sprinting from her chair.
She opened the door to see a blue haired oriental, maybe Japanese, girl about Ginny's age. However, hallelujah, this girl was shorter than her, and had a slightly strange gleam in her dark brown eyes. A look later to be known to Ginny and co. as hypernessness. "Hi there! I'm Sakuma Norioko! Norioko Sakuma to you poor ignorant Brits!!! But ya all can call me Nori!"
She had a strange accent and spoke extremely fast. "Ginny Weasley, and the lump of owl junk back there is Draco Malfoy." A faint 'I am not owl crap' was flung back, which Ginny ignored.
"Nice ta meetcha!! I'm ya new neighbor thought I'd introduce myself and ask ya a question!" Nori said hyperly. "Do ya wanna be my minion? DOYADOYADOYA?!?!?!!! We shall be great, you and I! Master and her minion- conqueror and her slave. The forces of darkness shall overthrow the oppressions of the good. We will rid the world of the French language- and then, only then my poor, poor, ignorant friend, will all our hard work be paid off." Ginny stared.
"Good lord, Nori, what the hell are you?"
A/N:'Les dragons sont laids' is French (sorry Lyn, but I think Draco can probably speak Latin) and means 'the dragon is ugly' or something like that. I own everything you don't recognize, except Nori. She belongs to rubberduckyqueen, work of a freakin' genius in my opinion.
Cesar and Jovan, I have no idea why I put those two in, probably to show that Draco isn't a complete moronic pile of gitty owl crap. As for their names they're both Latin meaning 'Long Haired' (Cesar) and 'Majestic' (Jovan)
Hahaha... Mr. Robynisky was also an idea put in my head by Lyn (Rubberduckyqueen). We will be seeing much more of him... As you can tell he's off his rocker and thinks that he's either the head of International Affairs or thinks he's in Russia. Haven't decided which... Probably former.
Ginny being a Fashion Designer is something I'm kinda interested in. But I have barely enough talent with the pen to write something resembling a cross between chicken scratch and ancient runes. So I thought it would be interesting to see Ginny doing that...
As for why she is a fashion designer when she is quite obviously a writer.. Easy a horrible affliction that affects all the writing geniuses, and others that aren't quite so talented... *Darth Vader music plays* Darth Writer's Block.
All right, I'm rambling, so any questions can be sent to me via Reviews (hint hint) and I'll answer them at the end of the next installation...
TA!!!
Drake: Get on with it!
Me: Everyone! Meet Drake, my bloody annoying dragon muse.
Drake: Who you can't live without.
Me: I beg to differ.
Drake: Aw, come on! I'm sexy and you know it.
Me: *stares in shock* Oh. Bloody. Hell. I cannot believe my muse just said that.......... Stupefy
Drake: *Is stunned*
Me: Okie dokie! On wiv da show!!!! I wanna thank Lyn for her ideas and for Nori, who she made for this story. *bows* Thank you partner in hyperly crime.
Secondly I wanna thank Cathy for getting my pathetic Writer's Blocked arse in gear. This chappie is dedicated to you, Cathy.
Also thanks to d[n-n]b, Cameron, and lavieenrose78. You guys are the best!!!
I'm really glad you all like this, I aim to please!
Now, without further ado, I proudly present, Chapter two!!
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!
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Falling Into Grace
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Chapter Two
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Draco's evilly amused smirk was her only answer. Ginny promptly swore loud and long as she rose to her feet. She received dirty looks from all the nearby animal mummies. How strange, animals didn't usually understand human obscenities. Huh. "Watch your mouth, Weasel. And I am deadly serious."
"Don't call me Weasel. And don't expect it to be easy. You'll be helping with yard maintenance, no magic, it ruins the plants. The cleaning, taking the trash out, shopping, no liquor allowed in the house, no house elves. Magic inside only. None of the luxuries you're used to." Draco was slowly paling; Ginny smiled a feral grin. "Still interested, rat?"
"Yes." Ginny's mouth dropped a couple of miles. Her jaw working weakly, Draco smirked at the sight of his old schoolmate greatly resembling a fish.
"You're shitting me, Ferret." Ginny finally said weakly. "Why d'you need a place to stay anyway?" She asked, suddenly suspicious. "You've got gazillions of galleons, get your own place." Draco scowled.
"None of your business, Weasel." He snapped harshly.
Ginny's rude ferret-hater attitude returned, full force. "Excuse me! EXCUSE ME! I believe that it is MY HOUSE that you are interested in staying in! I believe that I have a RIGHT to know just WHY you need a room-.......... Unless...." Ginny gaped at the uncomfortable young man. "YOU GOT DISOWNED!!! Oh! Hahahahahahaha teeheehee!! hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Perfect Death-Eater got disowned? What'd you do?????" Ginny said in between bursts of hysterical laughter.
Draco's face had a slowly growing, very angry, scowl. "What makes you think that, Weasel?" Ginny calmed herself down to barely controlled snickers.
"One, haha, you wouldn't come here unless you were desperate, hehe, two, hahaha, you have a nasty scowl on your face that translates to, 'die you horribly correct Gryffindor'. Oh, hahahahaha, this is rich, I can't wait to tell Ron!!"
"WHAT!" Draco yelped, in a very un-Malfoyesque voice. Because, as a rule, Malfoys don't squeak like the creatures they resemble.
Ginny sent him an amused look as she dialed a muggle cell phone. Ah, the benefits of having a muggle obsessed father. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ri- "HELLOO?? THIS IS ROOOONNN WWEEAASSSLLLEEYY, CCAAANNN YYOOOUUU HHHHEEEEAAARRR MMMEEEE???" Ginny snorted as her brother answered his phone.
"Yes, Ronnie-kins, I could hear you just fine, but I think I'm deaf now." She said, glaring at Draco who was laughing meanly at her brother.
"Ooops, sorry, Gin. I keep forgetting. Ouch! Gabrielle! Leave off! Hey!!! Stop hitting me with that!!!" A cheerful, French accented 'so sorry dear' was heard in the background. "Sorry, Ginny, whatcha need?"
"Oh, I don't need anything. But I got something you'll want. Blackmail against Mr. Malfoy Junior." Ginny said wickedly, eyeing her unwelcome guest.
"Tell me, favorite sister." Ron demanded eagerly.
"Ron, I'm your only sister." Ginny said cheerfully.
"All the more reason for you to be my favorite sister." Ron said, matching her tone. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"WEEELLLLLL..... I've just found out that Mr. Draco Malfoy has be- FERRET BACK OFF !" Ginny yelled as Draco tried to snatch her phone. Whacking him over the head she returned to her conversation. "He got disowned and kicked out of the manor without a penny. And he's begging for the roommate ad I put out." Draco looked slightly affronted.
"Malfoys do not beg, Weasel." He said, sending her an icy glare.
"Good for you." Ginny shot back. Ron was quite perplexed, being only able to hear, and laugh his redheaded ass off.
"Are you telling me, hahahaha, that Malferret is there?" Ginny smirked.
"Uhuh. And I'm planning on letting him have the room. I need some form of amusement around here. 'Sides, I can be evil as I want after all, it's my house." The two sibling snickered evilly together, as Draco started looked slightly uncomfortable.
Finally Ginny said 'goodbye' and hung up."Well Mr. Malfoy.... Smoke?"
"No."
"Drink."
"Occasionally."
"Tough. Job?"
"JOB!?"
"Yes, you are expected to pay rent. Pets?"
"An Owl and a Siberian Husky."
"AWWWW. Any Medical Conditions besides mental instability?"
"Allergic to Basil and Chamomile."Draco said, grudgingly, scowling at her crack about a mental instability.
"Any experience with babies?"
"WHAT?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "I'm the official babysitter for my brothers. Mainly Ron, George, and Charlie."
"Not much." Draco admitted, praying to whatever was looking after him would let him off the hook.
"Plenty of time to learn, Bucko." Draco scowled, his guardian angel must be busy.
"This is clearly harassment."
"Oh no it isn't, this is 'helping the nice lady who didn't kick you out on the streets' twins ain't easy."
"TWINS" Draco yelled, undignified spittle flying from his mouth.
Ginny snickered, again. "Uhuh, now move your stuff in Malfoy. You have until tomorrow at six." And then she turned and walked into the house.
Knock. Knock. Knock. BANGBANGBANGBANG! "Open the door Weasel" Draco yelled when Ginny didn't answer the door right away.
Finally she answered, dressed only in a bath robe and towel. Uh oh, she looked pissed. "Ferret, when will you get it through your thick skull to call ahead of time?"
"Let me in, Weasley." Ginny scowled but stepped aside. She yelped and ducked as several UFOs came soaring in after him. "Where's my room, Weasley?" Draco asked suddenly, his head popping into view from where he stood around the corner, in the hall.
"This way." Ginny said, walking around him and leading him to the guest bedroom. It had a cozy atmosphere, pale greens and, though Ginny was loathe to admit it, she had added light silver streaks here and there. A large window overlooked a large peaceful meadow, with bordering oaks and a shallow creek. A huge, ancient, willow tree stood on the meandering creek's bank. Light, wispy, clouds hung over the grassy plain, which was swaying softly in the breeze.
A large king sized bed graced the center of the room. A dark mahogany wood with silver snake inlays and dark and light green cotton sheets. A full sized mirror stood in a corner and the silver frame looked like snakes twined around the glass. The eyes were emeralds. A chest of drawers, matching the bed, stood in the other corner while three green and silver, homey. rag rugs lay on either side of the bed and at the foot of the bed.
Draco was struck dumb, Ginny had styled the entire room Slytherinish and the view was incredible. "I take it you like the room, Malfoy" She said offhandedly.
"It isn't as bad as I was expecting it to be. You've done a fair job, Weasel." Ginny scowled at him.
"Thank you, I think... Oh, Ferret... um...D'you know how to cook???" She asked sheepishly, blushing when Draco turned around to face her with an eyebrow raised.
"Yes, Weasel, I know how to cook." He said, slightly amused.
"Good." Ginny said. "Get going, chef."
"This isn't half bad, Malfoy. Where'd you learn to cook?" Ginny asked, impressed, as she ate her eggs Benedict.
"My parents sent me to a French cooking school after I graduated Hogwarts." Draco said. Slightly aware that they were having a half decent conversation. The clock struck 8:00 and Ginny looked up horrified.
Seconds later she was rushing towards her room to grab her purse and wand. "Gotta run, I'm late for work." She panted, flicking her wand and clearing the plates she had used. "If you have to go anywhere by floo the pot is in the ceramic star. I'll be back by six at the latest." Ginny called as she pulled her overcoat on and then apparated to work.
Ginny appeared in the entrance of Magick Touch Fashion Design and Studio where she worked as a fashion designer. Rushing inside Ginny draped her coat over the hat rack and tried to quietly race to her office.
"MISS WEASLEY!" Her boss's voice called out loudly. Ginny winced, oh shit. Shitshitshitshit.
"Yes Mr. Robynisky?" She asked meekly. Her large, bearded, elephant-like boss skidded to a halt in front of her.
"Please explain, Weasley," He started, spittle flying from his large mouth. "Why you are late! It's almost noon, Miss Weasley... If you cannot show up on time-!" Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Mr. Robynisky, it's only 8:35. I am only five minutes late. You're on Russian time again." The large, auburn haired, Viking spluttered indignantly for a few minutes. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll get to work."
Sidling into her office Ginny shut the door and thankfully sank into her chair. Her job paid well, but her boss was, quite frankly, a mental case who thought he was in charge of international affairs. With a loud THUNK Ginny's head fell forward onto her desk.
Knock knock knock "Who is it?" Ginny called, praying it wasn't Mr. Robynisky.
The door opened and a pretty brunette poked her head it. "It's me, Alex, Miss Karpa needs some more ideas for the new Autumn robes. She insists that you draw them." Ginny nodded.
"'Kay, she need anything else?" Alexandriana Baylore, better known to her friends and co-workers as Alex, shook her head.
"Nope, she said just the Autumn robes, oh yeah, just earth tones and reds." Alex's head then retreated and left Ginny all by her lonesome.
"Joy to the world." The redhead muttered. Reaching into a drawer Ginny pulled a pad of sketch paper out and 'accioed' her pencil case. Autumn robes in only earth and red tones. She could do this, yes the paper would bow to the will of Ginny! Bwahahahaha.......
selecting a soft grey pencil she started on the outline of a light, fluttery, robe. Soon she was adding light brown to the sketch, some moss green would be nice too. Nah, just light brown. A bronze clasp would hold the robe on.
Next was a dark mahogany colored robe, a little heavier. For cool weather, maybe a light wool blend. Yes, that would be pretty, maybe some iridescent lighter brown on the edges. Swirls would be pretty too, yes, on the material, iridescent swirls with edging... A silver clasp would be pretty...
Soon Ginny was completely absorbed in her work.... Finally eight robes later she was done. Rising from her chair she clutched her rolled up designs, breathed a prayer and exited her office. One flight of stairs up, left turn, third door on the right. Knock knock knock. "Miss Karpa? I have your designs." The door swung open to reveal a witch in her mid thirties sitting at the desk, wand in hand.
"Thank you, Ginny, you're a life saver." Ginny arched an eyebrow, but set the drawings on the desk and took a seat.
"Any time, Miss Karpa." She said quietly. Miss Karpa smiled benignly as she picked up the sketches. A smaller, happier smile flitted across her lips and she looked at them.
"These are very good and we will use most of them." Ginny smiled, stood, thanked her ("Oh, don't mention it, Ginny."), and left.
"Ginny!! There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!" A voice called. Ginny turned to smile at another friend.
"What's up, Emi?" She asked as her co-worker friend caught up with her. Emily Taylor, a friend from Hogwarts braced herself on the wall.
"Some guy on the main floo line's asking for you, says it's urgent. He's cute." Ginny stared at her usually oblivious to guys friend.
"'Kay, thanks." Emi grinned and sauntered off. Opening the door to the sitting room Ginny saw Draco's head floating in green flames. Rolling her eyes Ginny sauntered forward and plopped onto the rug in front of the fire.
"Weasley." Draco said, trying not to smirk.
"Malfoy, whatcha need?" Ginny asked, likewise grinning as the flames made his hair look like Slytherin flames.
"The pantry password. It keeps bad mouthing me." Ginny started to snicker at the expression on her roommate's rodent-like features.
"Hahaha... Short term memory loss, Ferret? You were right behind me when I opened the pantry." Draco scowled angrily and ordered her to tell him. "As you wish, majesty. It's; Les dragons sont laids. Oh, I'll be home at 5:30, please have something for me to eat."
"I'm not your bloody servant, Weasel." He snarled. His disposition darkening rapidly.
Ginny smiled sweetly. "Of course you're not, you're my roommate who will be willing to help out if I have to work late. Ta!" Ginny said grinning as she left the room... Life was wonderful.
"I'm home!" Ginny called as she apparated inside her house at 5:33pm. The delicious smell of fried chicken wafted through the house. A large wolf came barreling through the door into the main part of the house. Closer inspection revealed it to be a husky, more accurate, Draco's Siberian husky Cesar.
Laughing Ginny hung her coat up on the hook next to the door and stroked the dog's head. She hummed a few lines of a song that had been on the radio, something by some new witch singer. Dancing lightly along with the tune Ginny spun into the kitchen to see Draco pulling something out of the oven. Most likely the fried chicken. "That smells delicious, Malfoy. You want me to do anything?"
Half of her rebelled against the offer, shouting 'He's a MALFOY' in a high pitched soprano, the other half argued that he was now her roommate and she was allowed to help. Besides, Ginny reasoned, I do want to eat something.
"Of course. You can sit down and keep your completely unskilled hands away from the food. I saw what you did with that tea!" Draco said, smirking. Ginny glared, but gathered up silver ware and set the table. Cesar trotted in, looking quite pleased with a beautiful Barn Owl on his back.
"That's Jovan. Bloody stuck up prig." Draco said, looking over his shoulder at the owl. Ginny snickered at the hypocritism in that statement.
"And you're not a prig?" She asked. Draco glared at her as he dished out the chicken
"I resent that." He grumbled.
"You would." Ginny returned as she took a bite of chicken. "But, hypocrite or not, you make the best food." She told him. Draco grinned slightly.
"Why, thank you Weasley, I didn't know you cared." He said jokingly as Ginny finished off the piece of chicken..
"I don't, not much any ways." Ginny bantered back... Suddenly she stopped in horror... She was practically treating Malfoy like one of her brother's. She couldn't thank the doorbell enough when someone rang it. "I've got it." Ginny said, practically sprinting from her chair.
She opened the door to see a blue haired oriental, maybe Japanese, girl about Ginny's age. However, hallelujah, this girl was shorter than her, and had a slightly strange gleam in her dark brown eyes. A look later to be known to Ginny and co. as hypernessness. "Hi there! I'm Sakuma Norioko! Norioko Sakuma to you poor ignorant Brits!!! But ya all can call me Nori!"
She had a strange accent and spoke extremely fast. "Ginny Weasley, and the lump of owl junk back there is Draco Malfoy." A faint 'I am not owl crap' was flung back, which Ginny ignored.
"Nice ta meetcha!! I'm ya new neighbor thought I'd introduce myself and ask ya a question!" Nori said hyperly. "Do ya wanna be my minion? DOYADOYADOYA?!?!?!!! We shall be great, you and I! Master and her minion- conqueror and her slave. The forces of darkness shall overthrow the oppressions of the good. We will rid the world of the French language- and then, only then my poor, poor, ignorant friend, will all our hard work be paid off." Ginny stared.
"Good lord, Nori, what the hell are you?"
A/N:'Les dragons sont laids' is French (sorry Lyn, but I think Draco can probably speak Latin) and means 'the dragon is ugly' or something like that. I own everything you don't recognize, except Nori. She belongs to rubberduckyqueen, work of a freakin' genius in my opinion.
Cesar and Jovan, I have no idea why I put those two in, probably to show that Draco isn't a complete moronic pile of gitty owl crap. As for their names they're both Latin meaning 'Long Haired' (Cesar) and 'Majestic' (Jovan)
Hahaha... Mr. Robynisky was also an idea put in my head by Lyn (Rubberduckyqueen). We will be seeing much more of him... As you can tell he's off his rocker and thinks that he's either the head of International Affairs or thinks he's in Russia. Haven't decided which... Probably former.
Ginny being a Fashion Designer is something I'm kinda interested in. But I have barely enough talent with the pen to write something resembling a cross between chicken scratch and ancient runes. So I thought it would be interesting to see Ginny doing that...
As for why she is a fashion designer when she is quite obviously a writer.. Easy a horrible affliction that affects all the writing geniuses, and others that aren't quite so talented... *Darth Vader music plays* Darth Writer's Block.
All right, I'm rambling, so any questions can be sent to me via Reviews (hint hint) and I'll answer them at the end of the next installation...
TA!!!