AN: Bonjour, I am off sick.
Cough Cough.
I know Boo Hoo, poor me…HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I love being ill I can watch Richard and Judy 'till my heart's content.
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA --Cough Cough.
Five
Nine o'clock came and went and Ginny was still fast asleep.
"Draco, be a dear and go wake Ginny up." Joyce said.
"Don't do that to him Joyce he's only been here a day." Mike said
"No, it's OK." Draco said getting up from the kitchen table.
"Good luck mate." Mike said catching his arm as he went to leave.
Draco turned the corner and came face to face with Ginny's door. Not knowing what to expect he slowly turned the door handle and pushed the door open gently.
"Ginerva?" He called softly, "Ginny?"
He glanced around the room; it was pretty basic in cream with a double bed in the middle of the room much like his. Lying on the bed covers pulled high around her was Ginny. She was snoring softly.
"She looks so peaceful." He commented to no one in particular.
"Ginny." He shook her shoulders, but got no response. He tried slapping her sitting on the bed, sitting on Ginny, pulling her hair, nothing worked. Finally in a desperate attempt he pecked her on the lips and immediately her eyes fluttered open.
"Just like sleeping beauty." Draco muttered sarcastically.
"AHHH!" Ginny screamed upon spying him, "Get out! Get out!"
"I was just-" he started but as soon as the shoe flew past his ear he fled to the door.
He closed the door and after a few seconds the banging of objects against the door ceased.
"Lucky escape." Mike said as he wandered past her door and off into another room.
"That was lucky!" Draco called, but got no reply.
oooooo
Ginny slouched into the kitchen, to say the least she was not a morning person so to be awake and dressed at three o'clock was a great achievement. There was a letter on the side, it must have been the third she'd received this week grudgingly she tore the envelope off and read the tidy scrawl on the parchment,
Ginerva,
HELLOOO? It's your mother! You know the woman who raised you and hasn't seen you in over a week! Just because your single doesn't mean you can spend all your time ignoring me and trapping other frightened young men, what's this I heard about you, a bottle vodka and a very scared bar attendant!I'm a shamed woman, you never acted like this when you were with Dean! You better reply to my owls it will be a howler next!
Love
Your mother x
"Awwww crap." Ginny moaned, she'd forgotten about the 'bar incident' as Hermione referred to it with some revulsion, and why did her mother have to bring up Dean at every available moment.
Picking up an unusually fancy pure white quill from the table she began a letter back.
"Dear Mum," she said aloud, "how dare you stick your nose into my personal life. For your information it is none of your business if I get drunk and…" then again no.
She threw the paper across the table and started again.
Mum,
Sorry I haven't been in touch in the past week and have missed two family dinners…
It sounded like she was avoiding her grudgingly Ginny screwed up the paper.
After half an hour she'd written the perfect note.
Dear Mum,
Sorry, things have been really manic I have been working extra hours in the café and adapting to the new roommate. I will be round for dinner as soon as possible, give me a date and I'll be there.
Ginny x
P.s – please don't send a howler they're horrible, Fred's nose hasn't been the same since your last one.
"Hmm..." Ginny said sealing the letter and tying it to Beenie the owl's leg. Almost instantly Beenie took flight.
She felt someone's eyes on her. Turning round she saw Draco leaning against the doorframe.
"Hi." He said coolly casually walking into the room.
"Oh god not you." Ginny said covering her face wither hands after a short pause she removed her hands from her face cringing, "Sorry about earlier."
"No problem." He said bending down to rummage through a kitchen cupboard.
Why is he so devilishly handsome? He has go one nice ar-
SHUT UP BRAIN!
"Oh god, I've lost it." Ginny said falling into a chair, she was now describing Malfoy as 'devilishly handsome' and complementing him?Had she gone mad?
"Are you OK?" Malfoy asked turning round his face bore a frown, he almost looked concerned.
"Yes. No. I have no sodding idea." Ginny said running a hand through her hair.
"Don't tell me your having a nervous breakdown Ginger." Malfoy grinned.
"Ginger?" Ginny said looking up with a look of disgust.
Draco shrugged, "I think it suits you."
Ginny snorted, "about as much as Bunny suits you."
"Whatever you say Ginger." Draco grinned realising he'd touched a nerve.
Ginny growled, which was never a good sign. Sensing danger Draco changed the subject.
"Where's the owl?" he asked holding up a note.
"Beenie's took a message to my mother about twenty minute ago."
"Beenie." Draco snorted.
"I know Joyce is a cruel woman."
"Extremely cruel." Draco agreed, "but at least she doesn't clobber innocent people with toilet brushes Ginger."
"I thought we agreed never to talk about that," she said letting the nickname pass.
Draco made no reply but to raise his eyebrow and start making dinner.
oooooo
Later that evening Ginny was still in the kitchen reading the paper.
"This arrived earlier Ginger." Draco said handing her a note.
"Call me Ginger one more time Malfoy." Snatching the letter from Draco's hands.
"Was that a threat Ginger?" Draco snorted.
"You bet a happy hippogriff it was Bunny boy." Ginny replied, she would make him wish he'd never moved in with Ginerva Molly Weasley!
What would annoy Draco Malfoy most? She pondered as she lay in bed. What could she do that would really kick him in the crown jewels? He was going to regret messing with Ginger, oh, no! Ginny. Ginny.
She had a plan and she would give him hell.
oooooo
AN: MUHAHAHAHA! Evil Ginny has risen! I think I will wait for ten reviews and then update, and just to piss you off I will leave a snippet of the next chapter below.
'… "Oh buggery bugger." She said recognising her mother's handwriting.
Ginerva,
Glad you could FINALLY reply to a letter from you poor mother, but then again you probably never think about how much I worry about you. You are a lost case. There is no need to lie about being busy. You have been avoiding me in hope my feelings for the bar story I heard will have fizzled out. Well you haven't succeeded, I am madder now. Be round for a Sunday roast tomorrow and bring your new roommate, I bet he could do with a few proper meals if he's living with you. I hope he is still a decent man but as he's been living with you for a few days now I'm sure you've coaxed the poor lamb into your lair. Dinner is at three. That is an order.
Love
Your neglected mother…'
Uh oh, what's going to happen at the Burrow!