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Thanks to: Bell, my beloved beta reader and dear friend. Mary, my other beta reader and idea tosser. My DVD player, a divine gift. Me, of course gg. And everyone who reviews my stories.
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The fresh smell of coffee woke Hermione. She sat up slowly, not quite sure where she was, but knowing that she was late for work. Hermione yawned and it all came rushing back, getting fired, the firewhiskey, and Ginny. The firewhiskey! She clapped her hands to her head, ready for the stampede that she was soon to feel. But it didn't come. Slowly, she lowered her hands and sat back. Just then Ginny entered the room carrying two steaming mugs of black, heavenly nectar.
In between yawns, Hermione managed to say, "Head-yawn-not-yawn-hurt." And she finished this statement with a huge yawn. She looked at Ginny. Ginny was laughing so hard that you couldn't hear a thing. Hermione scowled and Ginny laughed harder, this time, her laughter was audible. Hermione's brow lightened then she too began to laugh.
When the two women had finally calmed down enough to talk sensibly, Ginny said, "I used a charm I learned from a friend a while ago while you were sleeping. It clears away the traces of alcohol in your system. It has come in quite handy..." She trailed off and grinned. Hermione smiled and they sat, drinking their coffee in silence.
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Later that week, our favorite bookworm sat in the middle of her living room in her apartment surrounded by bills. Great, she thought, just great, here I am no job, no money, and absolutely no place to stay! I've got one week to clear out of hear or I lose everything. She muttered under her breath and began despairingly to shove things into some brown grocery bags, from the muggle K-Mart down the street, when the doorbell rang. Ding-dong. Hermione sighed loudly and went to see who had stopped by.
"Jesus, Mia, you look like shit." Said Ginny, stating the obvious.
"Well you know what? That's because my life has turned to shit!" Hermione screeched. "By going and losing my job I lost everything, my apartment was only payed for through Friday. I have to leave here by then and I have no place to go! I have no money whatsoever except the little in my vault, and that is for future needs! What will happen if I open it now? I'll become dependent and I'll never be able to live on my own."
Ginny flopped down on the sofa and stared at Hermione. "Finished?" She asked. Hermione nodded. "Good." Ginny said. "Then start packing, you're moving in with me." Hermione just gaped. Ginny walked over to her and closed her jaw murmuring something about Hermione not wanting to be a human fly-trap.