CHAPTER TWO MISS WEASLEY
"Thank you Mr Fredapolous. I'll need to see you again in another three days to ensure that the warts have cleared up completely." Ginny said shaking the old mans hand as he walked out of the room, bent over a knobbly wooden cane.
She sighed as she flopped back down in to her chair, "four more weeks" she said to herself as she waved her wand, making a cup of steaming hot tea appear from thin air. "Four more weeks and I'll be able to get out of this place."
Ginny had started training to become a healer as soon as she had finished Hogwarts and was almost at the end of her training. For the past few months she had been working in a local clinic in a small town close to the Burrow. The patients that she dealt with were mostly elderly witches and wizards, but occasionally a few children were brought in, mostly one that had accidentally gained access to their parent's wands. It wasn't that Ginny disliked working in the quiet country village, but it was just too quiet for her liking, she longed for the excitement and the challenge of working for St Mungo's. She had already ensured herself a job there; she just had to finish her apprenticeship at the clinic. Then another six months training would begin in St Mungo's. But it was a challenge that she relished, meeting new people, seeing new things, and learning fascinating new things every day. She could picture her best friend Hermione's face, if she only knew the mountain of books and information that was available to Ginny.
But for now Ginny had to get on with her job at the clinic and do the best she could do for her patients, she took a small, delicate sip from her mug of hot tea, swept a loose strand of her fiery hair behind her ear and got up out of her leather chair. She crossed her office in a few strides and swung the door open, popping her head around the door and smiling at an old woman waiting outside.
"Hello Mrs Crayford, if you want to come through.'' Ginny said soothingly, holding the door open as the old woman walked past her, her long white hair falling down her back, her red fingernails glinting in the harsh lighting of the clinic.
It was six o'clock in the evening when Ginny Weasley finally walked through the door of her small house on the outskirts of a small town close to the Burrow. She had started her day at seven o'clock that morning and was exhausted, after seeing many patients that day and caring for them what she needed was a bit of time to herself, she wanted to relax and put her feet up with a good book, but she knew that that was not going to happen, she'd promised her best friend Colin that she would accompany him to his office party. He worked at the Daily Prophet as a photographer, Ginny smiled to herself as she thought of her friend; she couldn't picture him without his camera.
She looked up at the clock over the fireplace "Bugger!" She said outloud to herself, "I'm going to be late.'' Her coat was thrown down onto the small sofa in her cosy living room as she rushed upstairs to shower; Colin was picking her up at seven and she knew that she'd never be ready by then, even with magic to help her put on her make up and style her hair.
Ginny had started renting her small house as only a few months before, when she'd started working regular hours at the clinic, most of her wages were spent on the rent and the rest went on essentials but she was happy, she had her independence and that was what she wanted, all her life she'd been the youngest of seven, she always been the baby, but now she was a woman, with choices and independence. And with a new job in the near future she'd manage to make the rent easily and have enough left over for the things she wanted.
She jumped out of the shower and performed several drying spells on both herself and the floor of her bathroom; she hadn't quite gotten around to having the leaky shower fixed yet. She crossed the small landing to her bedroom, dressed in only a towel, her soaking red hair falling down her back, and laying on the bed in her bedroom was the dress that she had picked out to wear that night. It was simple yet elegant. The floral prints made it look delicate and cute and it just skimmed the tops of her knees. She pulled the dress on, struggling to pull the zip all the way to the top. She looked at herself in the mirror "You really need to lose some weight." she said to herself as she struggled with the zip, finally after much struggling, she had completely closed the zip and after performing a simple spell her make up was perfect and with another wave of her wand her hair had curled itself into perfect fiery curls, falling prettily around her face.
And as the last curl fell around her face, the doorbell rang. Ginny smiled as she looked at her watch, it was exactly seven o'clock and as ever Colin had arrived exactly on time. "Come in" Ginny called from the landing, smiling down to Colin who walked through the front door, his sandy hair gelled up into spikes and his camera hung around his neck.
"Wow Gin, you look excellent!" Colin breathed as he smiled up at his closest friend. "As always."
"Thanks Col.'' Ginny called down, not believing him but too tired to argue. She never had the highest opinion of herself and the fact that she hadn't had a steady boyfriend since leaving school hadn't done much for her self- esteem. But that didn't bother her too much, she was too busy to have a boyfriend, what with work and friends, she barely had time to breathe let alone find a decent man. She sat down at her dressing table, knowing that Colin would make himself comfortable downstairs, he was used to waiting for her to get ready. Her mother had told her often enough that she'd have plenty of time for boyfriends and that she was a beautiful girl and that eventually she'd find the right man to settle down with but the truth was that she had already found the right man, she knew who she wanted to be with, there was no question about it. It had always been him. His piercing green...
"Gin." Colin called up the stairs. "Are you going to be much longer, we really should get going. I don't want to be late.''
"Col, it doesn't start until half seven and it's only ten past now.'' Ginny called back, squirting on perfume, and putting on her diamond earrings. "Well you know, I'd rather be early than late.''
"Ok, I'm ready.'' Ginny said walking down the stairs, holding a pair of sandals in her hand, not trusting herself to walk down the stairs in them, she'd had too many accidents involving shoes on these stairs.
"Wow, you really do look amazing Gin." Colin said "If I wasn't already spoken for I'd be first in line.''
Ginny laughed. "Thanks Col, by the way where is Daniel tonight anyway?''
"He's had to up North to see his parents, his father's ill again.'' Colin replied. "But enough about that now anyway, we really must get going.''
"Alright." Ginny replied wearily. "But I'm not out late tonight Colin, I'm exhausted.'' She said as she pulled out her wand and apparated, along with Colin.
"Get off!" A female voice shrieked loudly. "I said stop it!" She squealed giggling loudly. "Ron I'm serious stop it now!" Hermione squealed. "Please."
"All right.'' Ron said reluctantly, smiling wickedly as he backed away from his girlfriend, with his large hands held up in front of him.
"Thank you.'' She replied primly, from her seat at the small dining table in Ron and Harry's new apartment. "I really have to finish this Ron, tickling can wait until later.'' She said arching her brow and smiling naughtily, "But this really needs to be done now.''
Ron nodded his agreement; thrilled with the prospect that more than tickling would be on the cards for him tonight. And now that he had a place of his own, it would be on the cards a lot more. "So...'' Ron started casually "How much longer will this take you.''
"Hermione looked up at him and smiled, he was so obvious she knew what it was he was after. "Well I've almost finished.'' She replied, watching his eyes light up. "Then I'll have to take it to mum's for her to read through it and then I'll have to take it straight round to the Ministry."
"I don't know why you're bothering.'' "Ron said sulkily. "I mean you don't need to have to write out a personal profile to get a job in the Department of Mysteries. Everybody knows about you Hermione. You graduated as one of the highest scoring witches in Hogwarts for over three hundred years. The ministry would be mad not to take you.'' He said honestly sliding down into the chair opposite Hermione's.
"I wish that were true." Hermione replied. "But I'm out of favour with the Ministry right now, quitting my last job didn't exactly do much for my reputation.''
"Yeah well that wasn't your fault, they forced you into it.'' Ron countered back. "Hermione they'd be crazy not to chose you."
"They didn't force me to do it. I made the wrong career choice; I thought that a career in Muggle liaisons would be interesting and challenging. But it was tedious and unfulfilling. I mean all I had to do all day was modify memories with an old wizard who had lost his own memory. He couldn't remember my name, let alone what we were meant to be doing.'' Hermione said, her eyes scanning through the scroll of parchment in front of her, filled with her neat curvy handwriting.
"Well I know your going to get this job Mione. You deserve it." Ron said leaning across the table, taking her hands in his and kissing her softly on the lips, her lips that were always so soft and gentle. He looked into her chocolate brown eyes and smiled. "You better get going round to your mum's then. If you're insisting on doing this personal profile, then its going to be the best one out there.'' Ron said with a lop-sided grin.
Hermione smiled back up at him. "You're the best." She said before kissing him hard on the lips. "Just you wait until I get back.'' She said with a mischievous glint in her eye, before picking up her wand from the table and apparating to her parents' home, leaving Ron sitting speechless at the dining table.
The clock over the fireplace struck three o'clock. Nothing in the room could be seen through the pitch black darkness, only the gentle ticking of the clock could be heard as it counted away the hours. A loud click could be heard in the lock and the front door swung open, and a cool breeze entered the small room. A dark silhouette appeared in the doorframe, swaying side to side. Suddenly another figure appeared beside the first. There was a whisper of words and light illuminated the room. "The first figures appearance came to light, long strands of fiery hair cascading over her shoulders, her head hung, and her feet bare.
"Come on Gin.'' Colin said as he supported his best friend back into her house, and sat her down gently on the sofa. "So much for not staying out late." He smiled looking at the clock over the fireplace.
"Why what time is it?'' Ginny said, clutching her head in her hands. "And why is the room spinning?'' She asked looking confused and disorientated.
"It's gone three in the morning and the room is not spinning, its your head, you had quite a bit to drink.'' Colin replied sitting down next to her, placing her sandals that he had been carrying for the most part of the night, onto the floor next to her.
"Urrrgh I have to be in work by seven." Ginny moaned, "Why did you keep me out so late?''
"I asked you if you wanted to go home at eleven thirty, but you told me no, that you were having to much fun and that you needed another drink.''
"Oh God!" Ginny sighed, her head flopping back and her eyes closing, "I'm sorry Col" She said wearily. "Set my alarm for six please." She asked sleepily as she let Colin cover her with a blanket and shut her eyes, still hearing the beat of the music echoing in her head and still feeling more than slightly queasy. "Thanks babe." She slurred before falling into a deep sleep.
(AN sorry this one took so long, but I am trying to update faster!!! Thank you all for your amazing response to the first chapter, I was amazed. Hope you all enjoy this one!!! Let me know, I promise there is fluff to come and for all you Harry and Ginny fans, you won't be disappointed!!! And for all you Ron and Hermione fans neither will you lol. Please review.)
"Thank you Mr Fredapolous. I'll need to see you again in another three days to ensure that the warts have cleared up completely." Ginny said shaking the old mans hand as he walked out of the room, bent over a knobbly wooden cane.
She sighed as she flopped back down in to her chair, "four more weeks" she said to herself as she waved her wand, making a cup of steaming hot tea appear from thin air. "Four more weeks and I'll be able to get out of this place."
Ginny had started training to become a healer as soon as she had finished Hogwarts and was almost at the end of her training. For the past few months she had been working in a local clinic in a small town close to the Burrow. The patients that she dealt with were mostly elderly witches and wizards, but occasionally a few children were brought in, mostly one that had accidentally gained access to their parent's wands. It wasn't that Ginny disliked working in the quiet country village, but it was just too quiet for her liking, she longed for the excitement and the challenge of working for St Mungo's. She had already ensured herself a job there; she just had to finish her apprenticeship at the clinic. Then another six months training would begin in St Mungo's. But it was a challenge that she relished, meeting new people, seeing new things, and learning fascinating new things every day. She could picture her best friend Hermione's face, if she only knew the mountain of books and information that was available to Ginny.
But for now Ginny had to get on with her job at the clinic and do the best she could do for her patients, she took a small, delicate sip from her mug of hot tea, swept a loose strand of her fiery hair behind her ear and got up out of her leather chair. She crossed her office in a few strides and swung the door open, popping her head around the door and smiling at an old woman waiting outside.
"Hello Mrs Crayford, if you want to come through.'' Ginny said soothingly, holding the door open as the old woman walked past her, her long white hair falling down her back, her red fingernails glinting in the harsh lighting of the clinic.
It was six o'clock in the evening when Ginny Weasley finally walked through the door of her small house on the outskirts of a small town close to the Burrow. She had started her day at seven o'clock that morning and was exhausted, after seeing many patients that day and caring for them what she needed was a bit of time to herself, she wanted to relax and put her feet up with a good book, but she knew that that was not going to happen, she'd promised her best friend Colin that she would accompany him to his office party. He worked at the Daily Prophet as a photographer, Ginny smiled to herself as she thought of her friend; she couldn't picture him without his camera.
She looked up at the clock over the fireplace "Bugger!" She said outloud to herself, "I'm going to be late.'' Her coat was thrown down onto the small sofa in her cosy living room as she rushed upstairs to shower; Colin was picking her up at seven and she knew that she'd never be ready by then, even with magic to help her put on her make up and style her hair.
Ginny had started renting her small house as only a few months before, when she'd started working regular hours at the clinic, most of her wages were spent on the rent and the rest went on essentials but she was happy, she had her independence and that was what she wanted, all her life she'd been the youngest of seven, she always been the baby, but now she was a woman, with choices and independence. And with a new job in the near future she'd manage to make the rent easily and have enough left over for the things she wanted.
She jumped out of the shower and performed several drying spells on both herself and the floor of her bathroom; she hadn't quite gotten around to having the leaky shower fixed yet. She crossed the small landing to her bedroom, dressed in only a towel, her soaking red hair falling down her back, and laying on the bed in her bedroom was the dress that she had picked out to wear that night. It was simple yet elegant. The floral prints made it look delicate and cute and it just skimmed the tops of her knees. She pulled the dress on, struggling to pull the zip all the way to the top. She looked at herself in the mirror "You really need to lose some weight." she said to herself as she struggled with the zip, finally after much struggling, she had completely closed the zip and after performing a simple spell her make up was perfect and with another wave of her wand her hair had curled itself into perfect fiery curls, falling prettily around her face.
And as the last curl fell around her face, the doorbell rang. Ginny smiled as she looked at her watch, it was exactly seven o'clock and as ever Colin had arrived exactly on time. "Come in" Ginny called from the landing, smiling down to Colin who walked through the front door, his sandy hair gelled up into spikes and his camera hung around his neck.
"Wow Gin, you look excellent!" Colin breathed as he smiled up at his closest friend. "As always."
"Thanks Col.'' Ginny called down, not believing him but too tired to argue. She never had the highest opinion of herself and the fact that she hadn't had a steady boyfriend since leaving school hadn't done much for her self- esteem. But that didn't bother her too much, she was too busy to have a boyfriend, what with work and friends, she barely had time to breathe let alone find a decent man. She sat down at her dressing table, knowing that Colin would make himself comfortable downstairs, he was used to waiting for her to get ready. Her mother had told her often enough that she'd have plenty of time for boyfriends and that she was a beautiful girl and that eventually she'd find the right man to settle down with but the truth was that she had already found the right man, she knew who she wanted to be with, there was no question about it. It had always been him. His piercing green...
"Gin." Colin called up the stairs. "Are you going to be much longer, we really should get going. I don't want to be late.''
"Col, it doesn't start until half seven and it's only ten past now.'' Ginny called back, squirting on perfume, and putting on her diamond earrings. "Well you know, I'd rather be early than late.''
"Ok, I'm ready.'' Ginny said walking down the stairs, holding a pair of sandals in her hand, not trusting herself to walk down the stairs in them, she'd had too many accidents involving shoes on these stairs.
"Wow, you really do look amazing Gin." Colin said "If I wasn't already spoken for I'd be first in line.''
Ginny laughed. "Thanks Col, by the way where is Daniel tonight anyway?''
"He's had to up North to see his parents, his father's ill again.'' Colin replied. "But enough about that now anyway, we really must get going.''
"Alright." Ginny replied wearily. "But I'm not out late tonight Colin, I'm exhausted.'' She said as she pulled out her wand and apparated, along with Colin.
"Get off!" A female voice shrieked loudly. "I said stop it!" She squealed giggling loudly. "Ron I'm serious stop it now!" Hermione squealed. "Please."
"All right.'' Ron said reluctantly, smiling wickedly as he backed away from his girlfriend, with his large hands held up in front of him.
"Thank you.'' She replied primly, from her seat at the small dining table in Ron and Harry's new apartment. "I really have to finish this Ron, tickling can wait until later.'' She said arching her brow and smiling naughtily, "But this really needs to be done now.''
Ron nodded his agreement; thrilled with the prospect that more than tickling would be on the cards for him tonight. And now that he had a place of his own, it would be on the cards a lot more. "So...'' Ron started casually "How much longer will this take you.''
"Hermione looked up at him and smiled, he was so obvious she knew what it was he was after. "Well I've almost finished.'' She replied, watching his eyes light up. "Then I'll have to take it to mum's for her to read through it and then I'll have to take it straight round to the Ministry."
"I don't know why you're bothering.'' "Ron said sulkily. "I mean you don't need to have to write out a personal profile to get a job in the Department of Mysteries. Everybody knows about you Hermione. You graduated as one of the highest scoring witches in Hogwarts for over three hundred years. The ministry would be mad not to take you.'' He said honestly sliding down into the chair opposite Hermione's.
"I wish that were true." Hermione replied. "But I'm out of favour with the Ministry right now, quitting my last job didn't exactly do much for my reputation.''
"Yeah well that wasn't your fault, they forced you into it.'' Ron countered back. "Hermione they'd be crazy not to chose you."
"They didn't force me to do it. I made the wrong career choice; I thought that a career in Muggle liaisons would be interesting and challenging. But it was tedious and unfulfilling. I mean all I had to do all day was modify memories with an old wizard who had lost his own memory. He couldn't remember my name, let alone what we were meant to be doing.'' Hermione said, her eyes scanning through the scroll of parchment in front of her, filled with her neat curvy handwriting.
"Well I know your going to get this job Mione. You deserve it." Ron said leaning across the table, taking her hands in his and kissing her softly on the lips, her lips that were always so soft and gentle. He looked into her chocolate brown eyes and smiled. "You better get going round to your mum's then. If you're insisting on doing this personal profile, then its going to be the best one out there.'' Ron said with a lop-sided grin.
Hermione smiled back up at him. "You're the best." She said before kissing him hard on the lips. "Just you wait until I get back.'' She said with a mischievous glint in her eye, before picking up her wand from the table and apparating to her parents' home, leaving Ron sitting speechless at the dining table.
The clock over the fireplace struck three o'clock. Nothing in the room could be seen through the pitch black darkness, only the gentle ticking of the clock could be heard as it counted away the hours. A loud click could be heard in the lock and the front door swung open, and a cool breeze entered the small room. A dark silhouette appeared in the doorframe, swaying side to side. Suddenly another figure appeared beside the first. There was a whisper of words and light illuminated the room. "The first figures appearance came to light, long strands of fiery hair cascading over her shoulders, her head hung, and her feet bare.
"Come on Gin.'' Colin said as he supported his best friend back into her house, and sat her down gently on the sofa. "So much for not staying out late." He smiled looking at the clock over the fireplace.
"Why what time is it?'' Ginny said, clutching her head in her hands. "And why is the room spinning?'' She asked looking confused and disorientated.
"It's gone three in the morning and the room is not spinning, its your head, you had quite a bit to drink.'' Colin replied sitting down next to her, placing her sandals that he had been carrying for the most part of the night, onto the floor next to her.
"Urrrgh I have to be in work by seven." Ginny moaned, "Why did you keep me out so late?''
"I asked you if you wanted to go home at eleven thirty, but you told me no, that you were having to much fun and that you needed another drink.''
"Oh God!" Ginny sighed, her head flopping back and her eyes closing, "I'm sorry Col" She said wearily. "Set my alarm for six please." She asked sleepily as she let Colin cover her with a blanket and shut her eyes, still hearing the beat of the music echoing in her head and still feeling more than slightly queasy. "Thanks babe." She slurred before falling into a deep sleep.
(AN sorry this one took so long, but I am trying to update faster!!! Thank you all for your amazing response to the first chapter, I was amazed. Hope you all enjoy this one!!! Let me know, I promise there is fluff to come and for all you Harry and Ginny fans, you won't be disappointed!!! And for all you Ron and Hermione fans neither will you lol. Please review.)