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A/N: after having my computer all fixed and everything I discovered that all my current documents are…GONE! I cried I sobbed I was all touchy feely and I had to copy-paste almost every fic I have online and let me tell you I was sick of seeing my own works for a couple of days but then after a cute little bunny showed up during class I ran back to the open arms of my beloved keyboard and screen! And so I now proudly present you the newest chapter of: THERE SOMETHING ABOUT HARRY! (Drums and claps!)

Chapter Nine

Drinks Are on The House!

With her wand holding up her hair in a messy bun Ginny twiddled her quill between her fingers as she read the newest editorial from the creative and evil mind of her most un-favorite person in the world, Eunice Roseland. She then glanced at a picture of her, Hermione, Ron and Harry all waving at her in their Hogwarts uniform with Hagrid's cabin behind them. Make it second un-favorite person in the world Ginny thought to herself and she opened the third drawer of her desk and placed the photo in it and shut it close.

"Any messages Violet?" she called from her office putting the editorial away from her and moving on the list of new subjects for her next column.

"Yes, Miss. Weasley I forgot to tell you but two owls has arrived for you while you where out for lunch." Said Violet horridly as she stepped into the office.

"Well?"

"Well what Boss?"

"Where are they?"

"On my desk?"

"And why are they on your desk?"

"Because I forgot to give them to when you returned from your lunch?"

"And why is that?"

"Because I was busy talking to Dorothy about raspberry flavored nail polish."

"I love raspberry-" she began to ramble but soon she recollected herself and returned to her bossy self. "Never mind that, I let it go this time but next time there will be some punishments!" did she just threatened an older woman and fellow employee with detention? She stared at Violet who had a smirk as she noticed Ginny's comment before Ginny herself who now went scarlet and sighed heavily. "I sound like professor McGonagall." She then groaned and thumped her head against her desk. "I'm-thump-such-thump-an-thump-IDIOT! Thump thump thump thump." She moaned again"Now I'm an idiot with a headache."

"Great Merlin's knickers! What happened to your head?" cried Jonathan when he saw the purple bruise above her left eyebrow.

"I had a small accident." Ginny set in a huff on the sofa with her legs on top the coffee table.

"An owl crashed in your face?" he chuckled and joined her on the sofa.

"No, I smacked my head over my desk at work."

"You're not going all sadistic on me?" he laughed and rubbed her knee with mock sympathy. "Because lather doesn't compliment you. Nor does whips and chains."

"Ha ha, you should quit your job and start performing as stand-up comedian with you lovely wit and humor."

"And leave you to the mercy of the cruel and heartless world you love living in?" he made a dramatic pause. "NEVER!" he exhaled and for the first time in approximately a week since she went home from the hospital Ginny smiled. "Is that a smile I see on your face or I'm dreaming?"

"It's a smile but only because my head's in to much pain." She closed her eyes and rested her head back. "Since when my life became a Greek tragedy?"

"Since you said: 'why yes Ms. Roseland I'll do that interview with Harry Potter!' somewhere along those lines."

"If it wasn't so true I would've punch you!"

"Come on now, Gin-Gin, it's not your fault that Harry Potter is drop dead gorgeous and the only thing standing between you and promotion and that he's married-"

"Finished?"

"-and that you are madly totally head over toes in love with him and his fresh pickled toads like eyes."

"I'm not in love with the git and how do you know about that!"

"George."

"Should've known." She sighed deeply (she's been doing that a lot lately). "Are busy tonight?"

"As a matter of fact, yes!" Ginny opened her eyes and cocked an eyebrow so he gave up the act, "Fine, I lied. Your brother stood me up because of the shop."

"Oh, poor little Jonnie all alone without his boy toy and stuck with his straight, bipolar best friend."

"You're bipolar?"

"I might be?"

"Why?"

"Don't know yet but it sounds like a lot fun."

"I have to take you out tonight." He got the sofa faced Ginny and starched out his arm. "Come on, love, time to face the world and its wonderfulness."

"What's so wonderful about it?"

"Alcohol and dancing."

"You're much better then Dr. Phil."

Lila set next to Harry on the sofa in his living room. They set there for the past ten minutes and still haven't exchanged a word. Lila who was beginning to get quit annoyed with the situation took charge. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking about."

"For Christ sake, Lila!" He held his hands above his head and looked up. "You're driving me crazy!"

"You're thinking about that little redheaded girl." she said. "Aren't you, Potter?"

"Are you ever going to stop?"

"Stop what?"

"Talking about Ginny like she's a disease."

"Are you going to stop thinking about her?"

"No."

"Fine, then I won't either."

"That's it!" he grunted and leaped from the sofa. "This isn't working. You just came in here out of the no where-"

"Out of no where! I was looking for you!"

"-To mess with my life-"

"Our lives you dolt! Were husband and wife!"

"-I told you once Lila, I even told you twice: it was for a mission! It was a Bedouin ceremony it doesn't even count in here!"

"A wedding is still a wedding!"

"Not that one, No!" he moved his hand in his hair as nervous habit and suddenly felt trapped between the walls of his flat. "I have to get out of here." And without saying anything else he disapparted from the living room.

"Jonnie, please be a dear and bring me another one of those pink-bluish drinks?"

"Don't you think you had enough?"

"How did I already have?"

"Including the ones in those two muggle club?" he counted on his finger and looked very calculative. "I'd say about 28 drinks not including the two fire-whisky shots we had before we left the apartment."

"Alright, then be a doll and bring two more!" she waved with her glass at him and he obeyed her commend. "I love you, Jonnie!" she said happily. "And I love you too, Mr. Table! You too Mr. Funny man taking the drink from madam Rosemartha and going my way! Yes, I love you also Mrs. Red hair that I put above my upper lip like I have a ginger mustache."

"What are you doing to your hair?" Jonnie asked while he held his and Ginny's drinks and laid them on the table. "Maybe I should have ordered you a virgin drink."

"I'm not a VIRGIN Jonnie!" she yelled and then signaled him to come closer. "But don't tell anyone shhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she then broke into a fit of hysterical giggles.

"Miss. Weasley you have to behave yourself or I'll punish you." Jonathan set down beside her and joined her laughter.

"My life is one big punishment, Jonnie baby." She then looked up and her eyes bulged from their holes. "Am I wearing my underwear?"

"Why are you planning on giving everyone a lap dance?"

"No, I think I just saw Harry Potter." She glanced again at the bar. "I did! I did saw Harry Potter!" she shrieked and fell off her chair and under the table.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm hiding from the big, bad, sinfully good-looking wizard sitting by the bar."

"He's not at the bar."

"He left?" she jolted her head up to see. "I don't see him Jonnie."

"That's because I'm here." Slowly but surely Ginny turned around and saw him standing holding what looked like a glass of tempting golden whisky. "How are you Gin?"

"How am I?" she repeated his question and swayed her way up to face him. "Let me tell you how am I, Larry-I mean, Harry." She stopped to think her words and then huffed. "You know what, Marry? I'm not okay! You wanna know why?"

"Gin-"

"Don't even answer me!" she yelled and pointed at him. "You're married? Married to some witch I never heard of?"

"It was a stupid Bedouin wedding Gin, it doesn't count!"

"You're supposed to be an eligible bachelor! I'm supposed to write about it and you're married!" she spat. "And don't give that shitty excuse, Barry, a wedding is a wedding!"

"What's with that sentence?" He cried desperately. "And my name is Harry you drunken wench!"

"Don't yell at me you big fat liar!" she shouted back at him. "I'll call you whatever I want! Understand that, Garry?"

"Shut up, Ginny!"

"No, Tarry, you shut up!"

"And if don't feel like it?"

"I'll make you!"

"Shut up both of you!" roared Jonathan at the two of them. "You-" he pointed at Harry, "-fix the mess you've done! And you-" he moved on to Ginny, "-You're coming home with me, right now before I'll hex you!" he grabbed Ginny's hand bag and dragged her out of the bar.

"It's not over yet, Carry! I'll get you! You and you little owl too!"

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