Disclaimer: I do not own the Characters of H.P! Please excuse any misspellings or bad grammar that I might have thank you. Story is from Vivica A. Fox's hit film

(A/N: there's a lot going on at the same time so please think of this story as a movie...and before I forget our main character will speaking to you a lot!)

Chapter 5: Pansy & Harry

Hermione staring at a lady who had a lot of cosmetic magic done, dressed in a black business suit with no under shirt was walking towards Draco's office building. Giving herattention to you. "Pansy Parkinson. Vice president in marketing and a bona fied whore." Giving her attention back to Pansy.

"Hey Pansy."

"Hi, how have you been?" giving Hermione an artificial smile.

"Fine. Where are you headed?" Passing Pansy a questioning look

"Up there to see your Draco. Is he there?" Placing a funny looking smirk.

"He's there."

"I must go, I'm late for the meeting." She crossed the road and walked into the office building.

"Okay. Bye sweetie." Turning her attention to you. "Bitch."

(She begins to explain)

Ok, every girl has a little bit of ho in them. But Pansy… She's a different kind of whore. She's a lay on her back do – whatever- it – takes- to get – your – kind of whore.

I don't know how she got that big executive job. But three months after she got hired, her boss got a divorce. You make the call. So why am I not afraid of her hanging around Draco? Because, I trust him.

Did I neglect to tell you how accomplished he is.

Remembering all the daily prophet articles on big lawsuits he's handled, medal for quidditch, plaques of achievement, etc.

Gotta love that man.

Driving near a beautiful apartment building. "Time to see Ginny. It's spring, she'll be fighting with her boyfriend."

In a fancy apartment is an attractive woman that stands 5'5 with flaming red hair and crystal blue eyes interrogating her boyfriend who was 6'3 good looking with messy jet-black hair and blazing emerald green eyes.

"Who are you messing with Harry? I'm not going to get mad or yell just tell me who you're messing with. Because I know you're messing around with someone. So who's the bitch that you're messing with?"

"What are you talking about? I'm messing around with you." He said trying to stay calm.

"You're a liar." Automatically accusing him.

"I'm not lying."

"You're a liar."

"Ginny please… Because you smelled some perfume on me the other day? Like I told you, I was hugging my aunt. Some of her perfume must've got on me."

Sighing heavily she looks from the ground straight into Harry's eyes and begins to raise her voice. "I know you're lying. I know you're lying because I found these KNICKERS TUCKED UNDERNEATH THE COUCH TODAY!" lower her voice a little. "So to whom do they belong to? Because they're sure as hell, aren't mine!"

Looking at the undergarment that Ginny has in her hands, his eyes widen and he steps towards a chair to sit. She starts. "That's right. Sit your famous quidditch arse down and think up a good lie. I want to see how you'll get your lying arse out this one."

(Outside the building)

Ok, ladies. If you're not sure that your boyfriend is cheating on you this is what you do. Plant some undergarments in is house. Make sure that they're either too big or too small, so it's clear that they're not yours. Pull them out in front of him and see what his arse has to say.

(Back in Harry's apartment)

"See Ginny, that's your problem. You're too bloody jealous." Snapping at his girlfriend.

"Who owns the bloody knickers!"

"I'll tell you."

Waving her hands maniacally. "Go ahead tell me."

"Relax okay? The knickers belong to… to my sister."

Lowering her voice that she is practically whispering. "Your sister."

"Her washing machine broke, she came to here to wash her clothes… and left them over here. Matter of fact she called me looking for them. Let me see." Passing the undergarment to Harry. He begins to examine them. "With the glitter that's it."

"That's it? You sure?" keeping her voice low.

"Yes." Noticing that her eyes growing dark. "What?"

Hermione getting out of the elevator begins to hear Ginny's muffled shouting. "Liar I'm sick of your lying arse! You're nothing but a liar!"

Walking near the door Hermione begins. "They're loud. Why must celebrities cause a ruckus in a quiet building? I hate saying that. But you have to admit, they do seem to get louder than others."

Hearing more muffled yelling but this time Ginny was screaming in the American language. "Stupid-ass motherfucker!"

"Ginny stop yelling. Bloody hell, people are outside."

Hermione opened the door to see Harry lying on the floor with Ginny smacking his leg. "I'm sick of your lying arse! How are you going to talk about your sister when you don't even have one! Where have you been today!"

Hermione begins. "Ginny?"

"Ginny stop. I'm not playing with you!" Noticing his long time friend by the door. "Hey 'Mione' how are you?"

"And I'm not playing either!" Ginny snapping at Harry

He grabs Ginny's wrists and looks at Hermione. "Excuse us. Ginny, relax!"

Hermione giving you her attention while Ginny is trying to kill Harry in the background. "Let me ask you something. Why do men let women come over to their house to break all their belongings and just go home? That doesn't make sense. Men when you do your dirty work go over her house… So when she gets mad, she can do what Americans say 'Bust up all of her shit.' And then you can go home."

Ginny begins to pant and starts speaking. "That's it. I'm through with you. It's over. I'm going home. Mione let's go."

Grabbing her coat about to leave Harry yelled. "That's right. I'm sick of you."

"And I'm sick of you!"

Acting like if he was the king of the world he blurted. "Just get out."

Her blood began rising like a wildfire and began yelling. "Don't you dare tell me what to do!" Ginny began rushing into his bedroom.

"Where are you going? Get back in here!"

"SON OF A BITCH!" Throwing a crystal vase into the wall shattering it into pieces.

"Your mother gave me that vase!"

Hermione began to intervene. "Ginny, I'll catch you later ok?"

"I'm coming. I just have something to handle here." She said calling from the room. All of a sudden she darted from the room with a bat and smashed a Harry's favorite lamp into bits and pieces. Fixing her hair a little she said. "Now we can go." Grabbing her coat and purse.

Harry grabbed her and began. "You're paying for that." Pointing at the lamp.

"I'm paying you a knut!"

"I bet you'll pay for it."

"I bet you I won't."

Hermione heading for the elevator sighed. "Lord have mercy." And hearing the arguments continue.

"You're paying."

"No I'm not!"

"Then I'm taking your jacket!"

"Give it back."

"Like if you're going to take it from me?" tugging on Ginny's jacket. She slapped him with her purse. "Stop it."

A/N: Hope all of you are enjoying the story so far!

Quick fact Ginny is a celebrity as well, she's known for designing robes. Well that's all for now. "Good Fight & Good Night."