"Hey, sexy! Can I get a ride?" Ginny called into the window of the black car that had pulled up beside her on the road.
"How much?" asked the man in the front seat.
"Eighty," Ginny replied confidently.
She stood back a bit to give the mat a full view of her body through the window. She was wearing a black leather mini skirt and black knee high boots, with a red tube top which barely covered her breasts and came only to the bottom of her ribs.
"Eighty?" the man replied. "Jeez…alright, get in."
Ginny opened up the passenger door and climbed in.
The man drove into an empty lot and parked his car.
"In the car?" Ginny asked.
"Would you like to come home and meet my wife and kids, instead?" the man replied quickly.
Ginny fluttered her eyelashes at him before turning and crawling between the two front seats and into the back, making a show of shaking her ass in his face.
The man started at her for a minute before getting out through his door and climbing in the back door. He closed it behind him and, crawling so he was leaning over her body, ran his finger down from her neck, down her cleavage, her stomach, and veering of to the left when he reached her hips. He ran his hand up her thigh and under her skirt, stroking her.
She sighed. "You got a name for me to scream?" she asked, seductively.
"Call me frank," he said, pulling off her panties.
"Frank…" she said as if testing it out, while reaching for his belt buckle.
He helped her take off his pants and boxers and, kneading her breasts, pushed into her.
"Oohh…Frank."
Ginny dropped the keys to her apartment onto the table and, picking up her wand, reversed the charm that covered the scars on her arm.
She went into the bathroom and pulled a blade out of he drawer. She dragged it roughly across her arm, thinking of what a disgusting, dirty whore she was.
She looked around the grubby bathroom, with mildew in the shower and a cracked mirror, and a toilet that clogged up almost daily.
"It's not as if I deserve any better," she whispered bitterly to herself.
She cleaned up her arm with her wand and covered up the scars once more, before dropping into bed.
"Can I get a salad? No chicken, no dressing."
"Holy fuck, Gin. You're going to starve to death," Ginny's friend and roommate Hali said as the cashier at McDonalds punched in her order.
"I won't make any money if I'm fat," Ginny replied quietly.
"And for yourself?" the cashier asked Hali.
"Can I get the McDeal with a large fries and large Sprite?"
"Jesus…" Ginny shook her head.
"I don't get fat. I eat whatever I want," Hali pointed out to Ginny when the cashier went to get the fries.
"Yes, well…I wasn't blessed with your metabolism."
"You know…you could charge like 50 percent more. Your accent is sexy."
"Yeah…You try getting in some guy's car and telling him you're charging 120 bucks for a blow job. I promise not to poke your bruises too hard."
"Ah…There's nothing like a little whore humor," Hali sighed as the found seats at the back of the restaurant.
"American men are pigs," Ginny said thoughtfully. "I mean…you're having sex with them and yet they won't even tell you their real names."
"Yeah…I'm sure British men are much more respectable in the back of their cars. Probably pay better too..."
"Evening, ladies," a short, very gay looking man with brilliantly blonde hair and unbelievably tight leather pants sat down at their table with his meal.
"It's ten o'clock in the morning, Adam," Ginny sighed, nibbling on a piece of salad. "Male strippers…Honestly," she muttered under her breath.
"Somebody had a late night," the man replied cheerfully.
"How was your night, Adam?" Hali asked.
"I got almost triple my wages in tips," Adam replied happily.
"Oh God…" Ginny's eyes suddenly flew open and she went stiff in shock. "Oh…bloody fucking hell…" she jumped up and attempted to slip silently past a tall, messy black haired man and hide in the bathroom, but the man turned just as she was walking behind him and bumped right into her.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Are you alri-"
Don't recognize me…please don't recognize me.
Ginny squeezed her eyes shut as if bracing herself for a blow.
"Ginny?" The man asked, confused.
Ginny chewed her lip silently. "Er…Hi, Harry."
The man's jaw dropped. "What are you…I mean, where have you been all these years? What are you doing in America? What are you wearing?"
Ginny sighed and rested her face in her hands. Hali chose this moment to stand up and introduce herself.
"Harry, did she say?" she asked, shaking his hand. "I'm Hali."
Adam stood up slowly behind Hali and walked around her, softly pushing her out of his way and standing right in front of Harry, his nose almost touching Harry's chin. Harry checked out the body of the man in front of him indiscreetly. Adam raised his hand and pushed Harry's fringe up and stared at his forehead. His jaw dropped.
"Are you…Harry Potter?"
"Adam…" Ginny said nervously, "How do you know who Harry Potter is…"
"Well he's only the sexiest savior of the-"
"Shhh!" Harry said urgently.
"But you're a muggle…" Ginny said slowly.
"Excuse me?" Adam asked in an offended tone. "I'm no muggle. You don't get leather pants this tight without a shrinking charm. You're the muggle here."
"I'm not a muggle! I…Ok…well, Hali's still a muggle, right? Hali? Are you a muggle?"
"Am I a what, now?" Hali looked completely lost.
"Can we please take this conversation outside?" Harry asked, scanning the restaurant quickly to make sure nobody was watching them.
"Er…Yeah. Hali, could you excuse us?" Ginny asked.
"By all means," Hali replied slowly, waving her hand towards the door lazily.
The trio walked out the door into the parking lot.
"So…what the fuck are you doing in America, Gin?" Harry asked after a few seconds silence.
"Well I…wait. Hold on one second…did you say savior?" Ginny asked Adam. "Harry…Did you kill the Dark Lord?"
"Only like two years ago!" Adam interrupted.
"Well I don't exactly keep up to date with the wizarding world, if that's ok with you," Ginny replied.
"How do you know Harry Potter, anyways?" Adam asked.
"We went to school together," Ginny said. "My brother is his best friend."
"Uh…" Harry was about to say something, but changed his mind.
"What?" Ginny asked worriedly. "Is there something wrong with Ron?"
"Oh no…There is nothing wrong with Ron," Harry replied assuredly.
"You went to Hogwarts?" Adam cut in.
"Unfortunately…" Ginny replied.
"Ginny," Harry said sharply.
"What?" Ginny asked worriedly.
"What are you doing here?"
"Oh, that. Well…It's a long story. Harry…I don't want anyone to know I'm here. Please don't tell anyone."
"Well I'm kind of here with-" Harry was cut off.
"Ginny?" Came an all too familiar voice from behind Harry.
"Ron…" Harry finished his sentence.
"Ron?" Ginny said, eyes wide. "no… Oh, no no no. No way. Why the hell is this happening to me?"
Harry was standing next to Harry, mouth gaping open and not saying a word. "Harry…What's going on…" he eventually asked shakily.
Ginny sighed and sat down on the cement, hiding her face in her arms. She sat in silence for a few minutes and then raised her head slightly. "I'm not coming back."
"Hey…Don't you play keeper for the English National Team?" Adam said excitedly to Ron.
Ron merely raised an eyebrow at Adam and went back to staring at his sister. "Gin…What are you doing here?"
"You can't tell anyone, Ron. I don't want anyone to worry about me. I'm fine."
"You don't want anyone to worry about you? Ginny…we've been worrying about you non-stop for the past 6 years! If you came home no one would need to worry about you anymore!"
"I can't go back," Ginny whispered sadly.
"Why not?" Harry asked quietly.
I don't deserve that life.
"I just…I live here now. I can't leave."
"Sure you can, Gin. Hali and I will survive here without you. You can get a real job over there," Adam said softly.
"What do you mean a real job?" Ron interjected. "What's wrong with the job she has now. What job do you have now, Gin?"
"Oh, Jesus," Ginny cried.
"How about if we don't go into that now," Adam said lightly.
At that moment the door to McDonalds opened and Hali stepped out into the parking lot.
"Ginny…Are you going back to England?" Hali asked resignedly.
"No," Ginny said.
"Yes," Ron and Harry both said at the same time.
"No…I don't want to. I don't have to."
"Ginny…we could all go," Adam said, excitement leaking into his voice.
Hali gasped. "That would be fucking awesome! I want to move to England!" she said excitedly.
"No!" Ginny cried angrily, climbing up off the cement.
"Ginny, I'll tell Mum," Ron said argumentatively.
"I'll obliviate you both!" Ginny glowered.
"You'll do what, now?" Hali asked, confused.
"Aah!" Ginny screamed.
"Just come home for a little while…You can always come back if you really want to," Harry said hopefully.
"No."
"Well at least come to our hotel room so we can talk about this!" Ron said exasperatedly.
"Fine!" Ginny gave in.
(A/N – Wooooh! Finally an update! After almost a year, this story is no longer on hold. Sorry about the long wait. I hereby vow never to wait that long for an update ever again. Thanks for reading, please review!)