A/N: Okay Here is Chapter 3. I might end up rewriting it, I'm not sure. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it. I'm dedicating this chapter to Rudy because if she hadn't pestered me about it so much there is no way I could have written it so fast. Thanks.
Penny
Chapter 2
Ginny
I stood in my bathroom contemplating whether to wear pink pout lip-gloss or berry smoothie when my buzzer rang. Frowning, I glanced up at the clock. I still had an hour before Mathew arrived. I wrapped my towel tighter around myself before leaving the bathroom to go to the door. I went barefooted, my hair piled on top of my head to keep it out of my face, and only a towel covering me.
"Just a second. I'm coming!" I yelled as whomever was at my door rang the buzzer again, much to my annoyance. I yanked the door open as soon as I reached it, not really bothering to look at who stood in front of me. After all I expected it to be Mrs. Reynolds. Who was an elderly women who could rarely remember what apartment she staid in with her daughter's family. "May I help you?" I really didn't have time for this. I didn't have much longer before Mathew arrived.
The voice that answered had me looking up in pure shock. There was no mistaking that voice. It was lodged in my memory and could only belong to one person. Draco Malfoy. "Actually I was looking for you Miss Weasley, and my oh my have you changed."
I stared at Draco Malfoy, my mouth slightly a gape and blinking rapidly. Once I had regained the ability to speak I yelled in his face. "Oh my fucking God!" It was a bad enough shock to see him standing in my hallway but I was even more surprised to see him in decent clothes. Most wizards dress outrageously when they dress as muggles, but Malfoy didn't. He wore a simple suit, with my eye for fashion I knew had cost him major bucks, and his hair had grown out longer than when I had seen him last. It fell down slightly over his right eye, making me want to drool, and the back just skimmed the top of the collar. What was I thinking wanting to drool over Draco Malfoy.
Once I realized he was my cause for going utterly insane I took a deliberate step backwards and slammed the door in his face, locking it afterwards. I of course proceeded to pace the room, trying to come up with something, anything that I could do to get rid of Malfoy. Hell if I knew what to do. After all it wasn't often that a gorgeous, rich, man came to your door. What was I thinking, Draco Malfoy gorgeous? Posh, he was everything but gorgeous. Taking a deep breath I continued to pace the room, wondering whether or not I could pace a hole right in my floor, it wasn't likely.
It was around that time when an idea struck me, and I mean literally struck me. I was pacing my room when my little pit bull puppy, Cue Ball, came skidding butt first across my wood floors. Nearly accomplishing in tripping me, which would have caused me to fall into my very glass coffee table. If I ignored Malfoy he was bound to go away like any pesky puppy. He would get bored and go to bother something, or someone, else.
I waited a few minutes before I walked to the door, Cue Ball following close behind. I opened the door, stuck my head outside, then slammed it shut again. He was still out there! Sitting in the hall, leaning comfortably against the wall, as if he belonged there! Deciding the best, and only, thing to do was ignore him and finish getting ready to go out. I walked back to my bathroom to finish the painstaking process of getting ready in a mere thirty minutes.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* A/N: This is just a break in the story, this is still Ginny's POV only.
I was finally finished getting ready in a record time of only twenty-five minutes. I was still standing in my bathroom, my Nickelback cd blaring from my stereo. I smirked several times at my mirror. Trying out different facial expressions. First surprise, then shock, then horror, happiness. I made fake tears pop out of my eyes, they were known to make any man fall down on his knees. Laughing slightly I turned to look myself over in the full-length mirror.
I had chosen a short black dress that stopped just at mid-thigh and showed off all of my curves. It was low necked, leaving nothing to the imagination, and was spaghetti strapped to show off my shoulders and neck to full vantage point. I had on black heels, almost four inches high making my 5'3 more like 5'7, which wrapped around my ankles. I had left my hair down, allowing it to flow around my shoulders and down my back. It was more of a golden auburn now rather than the bright carrot top that it had been years back. I had spent plenty of time in the salons having that look perfected. I had on minimal make-up, just dark eye shadow to draw attention to my eyes and had decided on the pink pout lip-gloss.
In my opinion I looked damn good, but then again it was only my opinion. To me I looked sexy and mysterious. It was the look that I was going for. Years ago I would have gone for the cute and sweet look. I suppose it was part of me that had changed over the years since I had left England. I walked threw my bathroom to my bedroom and shut off my stereo. It was then that I remembered the Malfoy problem.
I groaned loudly and walked to my living room, once again almost tripping over Cue Ball who was looking for some attention, as always. I glanced down at my watch, ten minutes until Mathew arrived. There was no way he could come up to my door and find Draco Malfoy sitting out in my hall. It would be horrible and Mathew would more than likely be heartbroken. "Shit, Maybe Malfoy got a clue and left." "Hell look what he's done to me and he has only been here for about forty-five minutes. He's turned me into a nut case!" "For Gods Sake I'm talking to myself!"
I took a deep breath to try and calm myself down. Hoping against hope that he had left I walked to my door and opened it just a crack. Only to slam it shut again. Hell he was still there, in the exact same spot and it didn't even look like he had moved a muscle. I glanced down at my watch five minutes until Mathew arrived.
I relocked my door and began to pace the room almost frantically. My eyes scanned the room and stopped on my window. My body stopped with it only a moment later. A sticker in large red letters read:
In Case of Emergency;
Use Fire Escape.
Well hell, now was as much as an Emergency as ever. Snatching my bag and shawl off of the couch I practically sprinted to the window. I was quite obviously desperate. I slowly opened the window, turning to yell at Cue Ball when he ran towards it. He whimpered and went skulking off into an unknown corner. Wrapping the shawl tight around my arms, I looked at the fire escape. It was my only chance.
I pulled my self to the window and out onto the fire escape. I was able to pull the window shut and prayed that no one noticed it was cracked from outside. I was on the third floor, which meant I had to go down two floors before I was able to walk on the ground. I started the slow process down the stairs making sure to be careful.
Everything went smoothly until I got to the first level. Then my heel got caught, the perfect time for it right? I pulled my heel out from where it was stuck, which caused me, and my several hundred dollar dress, to go tumbling to the ground. I cursed fluently in all the languages I knew, which came down to a meek two. They consisted of English and only French curse words. I must admit though that my English curse words are rather..inventitive thanks to my time living on the ranch. Standing as if I fell off fire escapes all the time, I smoothed the wrinkles from my dress and wrapped my shawl around my arms.
I looked around at the back alley that I had so elegantly fallen into and a chill ran up my spine. I had the distinct feeling that I was being watched, but I pushed the thought away. That was highly unlikely, at least I hoped so. I walked slowly up the back alley and around to the front of my apartment building, trying my best to ignore the uneasy feeling that was settling to the pit of my stomach. I rounded the corner just as Mathew arrived in his limo that would take us to the office.
"Mathew, over here! I was just going for a walk." A little white lie could never hurt, at least not me. He turned as I yelled his name and he smiled brightly at me. He met me halfway to his limo, his arm outstretched for me. I took his hand and he pulled me into his arms for a quick kiss before tucking my hand in the crook of his elbow.
"I missed you," He murmured to me as he led me over to the limo. I smiled up at him and leaned slightly into his arm. Feeling the warmth wash over me, but I still had the distinct feeling that I was being watched. I pushed the thought out of my mind and looked back up at Mathew. "I missed you too. Now lets go before we're late." He smiled at me and we got into the limo together, with me pushing my other thoughts into the back of my mind. I was going to a party and I planned on having a damn good time.
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