Ginger

AN: It's here, it's now, it's bigger, bolder and bouncier than Charmin toilet roll.

This fic has been under lock and key for ages and only myself and Catherine new it's content. I have been slaving away to perfect it, and now it's here and it's finished! I have spent many tiring hours slaving away on this and I can tell you it's 30 pages long on Word Document. It was delayed slightly by personal issues, writers block, a wardrobe related incident (took me and my mum 4 hours after school to put it up and when we finally finished it we realised we were stuck behind it and had to take some of it apart again so we could get out which may be shoved into my new story somewhere), reading various novels (the many brilliant works of Janet Evanovich), bio homework, general homework, pride and prejudice, microwavable meal, sleep and the odd cup of tea.

You wouldn't believe the amount of effort that goes into these things; I spend around two hours a night at the PC slaving away. Why? You say, well it's because I love you all and I enjoy it. Personally I think it thrashes TV's arse. For some reason I find sitting curled up in an arm chair with a notebook or at the PC with a fresh cup of tea, headphones on full blast and a Twix more appealing than watching repeats of University Challenge, Quincy or whatever other crap is on. Ok I take Quincy back I am addicted to that show, the old dude rules. Anyway, what I'm trying to say in a very inarticulate way is I've finished, and here it is.

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One

The small café in Diagon Ally was filling slowly on that Thursday morning in September, the air was thick with the smell of freshly cooked pastries and freshly brewed coffee. Ginerva Weasley clad in her waitressing outfit was already clearing silver tabletops and serving customers on their way to work, it wasn't much of a job but she loved it.

"Good morning Mr Gonzalez." She smiled brightly as the man she served at the counter rummaged in his briefcase. "Usual I presume."

"Yes, thank you Ginerva." He said counting the coins he'd pulled out his pocket.

Ginny hurried off humming to herself. At back of the shop she stood pouring a black coffee and after levitating a hot cross bun onto the counter she chimed,

"That'll be one knut and three stickles please."

Mr Gonzalez placed the coins on the counter and turned to leave.

"Sir, your coffee!" Ginny called.

"What would I do without you?" he called back scooping up the coffee and paper bag containing his pastry.

Ginny smiled and waved him off. She was cleaning the inside of the display case when someone entered the café. She looked up he was tall with brown hair and dark handsome features. He flashed a smile her way…

Beep.Beep.Beep

Beep.Beep.Beep.

Beep.Beep.Beep

Beep.Beep—SMACK!

"Uggghh…" Ginny moaned as she hit the alarm clock repetitively. Still murmuring incoherently she swung her legs off the bed and felt about in the darkness for the light switch. Once the light was on she crawled into the bathroom to get dressed for work.

"No one should be awake at six," she muttered tugging on her shirt, "it's unnatural."

Slowly she slouched into the kitchen slamming her bedroom door behind her.

While buttering he toast she grumbled sarcastically, "Lovely day."

"That's no attitude to begin a day with!" a voice called from behind her.

Slowly she turned around. A man was leaning against the kitchen table, a cup off coffee in hand.

"What do you want Mike?" Ginny groaned.

"Aren't we full of joy!" Mike replied sarcastically, "I just got up to tell you Joyce and I are going out tonight and we've put the add up in the paper."

Mike handed her the paper. Ginny took it and read the advert aloud,

'WANTED

One roommate to move in a.s.a.p.

30 Galleons a month room with Ensuite

Bathroom. To share with three other

roomies. Please contact Micheal Parker by

owl for a viewing of the property.'

"Cool." Ginny said passing him back the paper, "It's gonna be tough giving up the spare room though."

"It's only been spare a couple of weeks Dean only moved out a month ago." Mike said.

"Arsehole." Ginny muttered as she conjured a picture in her mind of her gorgeous ex.

"You left him."

"He didn't fight to keep me though did he?" Ginny said.

Mike shrugged and wandered out the room presumably back to bed.

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AN: I have put two chapters up because this one is especially short.