Drake: I whipped her into doing this for y'all.
Me: Bull.
Drake: hmph goes to corner to sulk
Me: Damn it's been a long time. Almost Christmas!!! Of 2004!!! O.O Dang ppls I'm soooo sorry... I had no clue it had been so long! honest! I just looked and fell out of my seat!
Drake: over shoulder Baka!
Me: Shut up you!
Drake: Plllbtt blows raspberry
Me: Anyways I am finally getting off my sorry ass and updating. Here goes!
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!
Ginny was looking a eensy tinsy bit disturbed as she stared at the blue haired girl who was now imitating a large, bony, bouncing ball. "Um, Miss Nori, I'm not your nanny." She said loudly and slowly as though speaking to someone who is not quite intelligent.
"No! Naa-nii- it mean "wat" een my ran-gu-regu" The 'thing' said, speaking with a heavy accent, acting as though Ginny wasn't intelligent. Blink Blink. "Japan?" Nori asked. "You know, smaww i-rand, too many peopoll not eenoffu magick?" Okay, so Nori was more intelligent than she looked, and acted.... Wait-a-minute.. Magic?
Ginny sat down, hard. "M-magic?" She stuttered, this was unexpected. The blue thing was a witch? Ginny scrambled off her sore, but still dignified, butt.
Nori slapped her forehead and began muttering to herself. "Baka, Nori, baka!" Garbled, speedy, Japanese. "don' menshon magick!" Japanese. "Baka muggeru!" Japanese. "wand, memoree." Japanese.
"Nori?" Ginny asked the rambling girl. Nori completely ignored the petite red-head and continued digging through a gigantic bag that she had somehow concealed behind her thin body.
HONK! HONK!! A large moving truck pulled up to the neighboring house and Nori's head snapped up. Shoving everything back inside her bag Nori bounded down the porch steps, and tripping over the bottom one, she called over her shoulder, " I wirr wipu yoh memoree tomoddow, muggeru!" she ran over to the house spinning in circles.
It was an amused, and slightly disturbed, Ginny Weasley that returned to the dinner table. A slightly dazed expression on her face, not paying attention to what she was doing Ginny reached for her chair and tried to sit on Cesar.
Draco looked on with growing amusement as Ginny proceeded to attempt eating the metal of her fork, and tried cutting up her plate. "Weasel!" He snapped.
"What?" Ginny asked with a rather dazed look, still recovering from the unexpected visitor. She stared up at Draco who was beginning to smirk slightly.
"I know you only have a few IQ cells but still, I would have figured that you would know that metal is not good for the digestive system." He drawled cruelly. Ginny's comatose daze vanished in 0.00000001 seconds.
"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy, for that incredibly incorrect analysis. For that, you get to do the dishes tonight. Thank you." That said she stood and sashayed into her bedroom to work on an idea for a novel. "By the way, Malfoy, no magic." She called around the door frame, before disappearing in front of her laptop for a good five to six hours.
"Damn that Weasley!" Draco snapped half an hour later as he tried to figure out what he was supposed to do. The dishes were in the sink, food encrusted, and Draco was vainly trying to keep his sleeves from sliding down to his wrists. So far he was failing, miserably.
Of course his frustration was not eased in the slightest by the portraits sniggering at him from the walls. Hah! Let them laugh! He would show them! He would do this! Weasel wouldn't be so smug after this! Hah! Draco thought to himself as he poured what appeared to be soap on the dishes and filling the large sink with water. He would show her!!!
Cesar watched his master curse everything from the ground up as he constantly botched his cleaning efforts. If dogs could laugh, Cesar would be rolling on the ground laughing his furry ass off.
Finally Draco's had enough, he snuck a glance towards Ginny's bedroom and then murmured a cleaning charm and stacked the dishes in the drying rack and sprayed them with water from his wand. Cesar trotted up to his master and drooled on his leg. "Bloody dog! Cesar, these are designer pants!" Draco grumbled as he batted the dog's head away. Cesar gave the Slytherin a look that could only be described as disdain before continuing to drool, much to Draco's dismay.
Ginny had just finished her last chapter when her cell phone rang to the tune of 'God Save the Queen'. Grumbling slightly she answered. "Weasley babysitting how might I help you? Do not screech in my ear like a Banshee Ronald." Ginny said quickly, and in one breath.
"Ginny... Please tell me that you don't have anything going on from 3:30pm to midnight tomorrow." Ron's voice said, louder than needed, but not at a yelling pitch.
"Yes, Ron, I can baby sit tomorrow." Ginny said immediately, much to her brother's delight.
"You're wonderful!" Ron said. "Thank you!" And then the sound of breaking glass in the distance and Ron hang up hurriedly.
"FERRET!" Ginny yelled, a faint 'what?' drifted from his bedroom. "We're babysitting tomorrow and you will NOT leave!"
It was 3:35 and Draco was beginning to believe that his demonic jailer's brother wasn't going to appear when a knock sounded on the door. Ginny rushed past to the door, a huge smile on her face. Draco crept past the door as The Weaslette opened the door to reveal a most intoxicating woman, with shimmering blond hair, the darkest sapphire eyes, and a beautiful complexion. Draco thought to himself why, she's as pretty as me!!
She must be a friend of Gi- Weasley's He thought to himself smugly. I'll ask her out as soon as Weasley introduces us, then I'll propose next month, must be a silver ring, and we'll have a happy life as a married couple with six children, all boys, and she'll die minutes after I do of a broken heart........ Draco sauntered forward to be introduced. "Weasel, I don't believe you've introduced me to this fine lady." Draco said boldly.
"Oh, silly me!." Ginny said in mock horror. "This is Gabrielle."
Draco bowed, taking the angel Gabrielle's left hand. "Enchanté, Gabrielle." He said, kissing her hand. As he pulled away he caught sight of Ginny looking highly amused, an annoyed red-haired man, and a glimpse of a gold glint on Gabrielle's hand.
Draco dropped the delicate white hand as though he'd been burned, watching his dreams soar out the door and into the night. "Malfoy! What the hell are you doin' to my wife?" Ron snarled at the tall blond man. A small strawberry blonde head poked around his knee and blinked up at the unfolding drama with curious blue eyes.
"Da-dee?" The little girl asked as Draco jumped back about a foot. "Is that Ferret Man?" To Draco's everlasting, and absolute, horror, everyone started laughing. Not at the midget either, but at him! How dare the knaves!
"Yes, sweetie. That's Ferret Man." Ronald Weasley told the little girl, who was obviously his daughter.
"Oh. He looks like a rat." She said.
Ginny started laughing even harder at the blunt observation. "Too true, Libby." Draco turned around and stalked to his bedroom and slammed the door.
Ginny just smiled and invited her brother into the house. Ron declined, saying that he would give Malfoy a talking to when he retrieved his daughter.
Draco was lying on his bed sulking (not that he would admit that he was sulking) when he heard his door open. "Go away." He told the person illegally opening his door. When the door didn't close he sat up. "Ahh!" He yelped as he came nose-to-nose with the brat. What was her name? Oh, yes, Libby.
Libby was bouncing up and down and clapping her hands. "I gotchu misser Ferret Man!" Libby giggled. "You was scareded!"
"There's scared, and then there's... surprised." Draco snapped.
"And you were both." Ginny said from the doorway, causing Draco to jump slightly.
"I was not! Now leave! And take the brat with you!" Draco snapped, crossing his arms and turning to face the wall. Ginny giggled at the picture of Draco acting like a three year old. Libby climbed on the bed to stand in front of Draco.
"I have a name you know." A voice said from where the brat balanced on Draco's bed. The former Slytherin cracked an eye open to look up at Libby. "I's Libby. Say it with me- Lib-by." The five year old plopped down beside Draco and stared at Draco.
"What are you doing?" Draco snapped.
"Is your hair bweeched?" Libby asked innocently, causing Draco to choke and Ginny, still on the door frame, to laugh outrageously.
"Probably, honey. C'mon let's eat."
"It is NOT bleached!" Draco yelped again. "It's my natural hair coloring!!!"
"That's nice Malfoy, Pizza's here." Ginny said sauntering out to the kitchen.
Holy Crap guys! I really am sorry!!!!! I didn't even realize that it had been soooooo freakin' long!! Gomen nasai! Merry Christmas!!!!! I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas, and for those who are Jewish, Happy Hanukah, and for those of you who celebrate Kwanzaa, Happy Kwanzaa! If I don't get another chapter posted before January, Happy New Year!