Bareback

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Chapter Two

dedicated to Tammi, LillyJamesLuvr, and evans, my reviewers.

Ginny stormed into the barn and kicked the wall angrily. I cant believe this! She thought, I'm being forced to work with a stupid muggle hating death eater like Malfoy! I bet hes planning something. She turned to look at him, and he was inspecting a big hippogriff. He looked a bit jumpy.

"What, is Emily scaring you?" Ginny said with a snort. Draco jumped back, realizing Ginny was watching him.

"What, of that pathetic little-" Emily let out a little roar of protest, and Draco screamed. Ginny laughed so hard she cried.

"Good girl, Emily," Ginny said, throwing her a fish. "Wheres Hanna, baby?" Emily squeaked and thrashed her head. A little baby Hippogriff poked out from behind Emily when she heard her name.

"Hey there Hanna, want some grub?" Ginny asked, and threw her a fish, too.

"Make yourself useful," Ginny said, "Throw Emily, the big one, three more pieces, and throw Hanna one more. Then you can muck out their stall."

"Excuse me," Draco said, "But these are dangerous creatures, and I refuse to take care of them. Let alone get into their stall!"

"Ferret face," Ginny explained, "If my three year old cousin Jeremy can do it, I take it you can. Unless your too scared." She had hit a sore spot, and she knew it. Draco stood up proudly and said, "I'm not scared."

"Good then," Ginny said, "Knock yourself out." She strutted away towards the back of the barn, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw a big palomino head stick out from the stall ahead of her. A black Arabian nickered from the next one.

"Hey Sunny, hey Jasmine." She cooed. She heard a high pitched scream from down the barn.

"Get a grip, Malfoy!" She cried, and returned to the horses.

"Okay, babies, out into the pasture with you."

They looked like ordinary school horses, but school horses they were not. They were magic horses. Now, no matter how much the line 'they were magic horses' sounds cheesy, there is no other way to put it. Jasmine, the Arabian, stepped out of the shadows to show off her floppy little bat like wings. She was only a filly, so she didn't have her horn or proper flying wings yet. She only had this long floppy skin and a little hard nub on the top of her head.

Ginny grabbed two lead ropes, and as Sunny came out of the shadows, her big gold wings and gold horn shined temptingly in the afternoon sun. Clipping on their lead ropes, Ginny led them both to the pasture where they stretched their wings. It had a clever spell overhead so they could fly up to 2,000 meters high and still not be seen. But they had only 100 meters across because the gate stopped them short. An invisibility spell had been cast, so only wizards could see anyone inside the pasture.

In fact, to muggles, the circus grounds were only an abandoned lot.

Sunny nickered, bending slightly for Ginny. She wanted an exercise, Sunny that was, and Ginny knew just the thing. She mounted, and placed her hands on Sunny's back. She was just about to kick her sides when she heard;

"Miss Weasley, MISS WEASLEY!" Mr. Hawkins cried, "How many times have I told you to put on a saddle and reins? You could fall off at any time! Put on a helmet, too!"

Ginny dismounted, and slumped back to the stables. Sunny nickered and Jasmine nudged her mother for milk. As Ginny entered the barn, Draco finished feeding the two Hippogriffs. He was about to ask how to 'muck out' a stall, when he saw a tear slide down Ginny's face.

It was weird, quite awkward, actually. To see her crying. He wondered if she was upset about having to use a saddle, and, to avoid embarrassment, (on his behalf, of course) he pretended to still be working, while stealing small glances at the red head. She took off her show hat, and pulled down her hair. Draco blinked as the sun caught it, and found himself entranced.

"Stupid red head," Draco said to himself, "Thinks shes so great…" Ginny grabbed an English saddle innocently, and a black helmet. She tied her hair into a pony tail, and slipped the hat on.

"Hey, Weasley," Draco coughed, "How am I supposed to muck out a stall?" Ginny scowled.

"What, not arrogant enough to figure it out on your own?" She retorted, strutting over.

"Just don't want to get my arm almost ripped off like third year when that oaf Hagrid made us all talk to those pathetic beasts."

"Muck poop, dirt, mud, hay, and anything else in the stall," Ginny intervened, "So take a shovel, and muck it out. There is a wheelbarrow on the stall to your left, feel free to dump it in the field around the pasture. Toodles." Ignoring his cries of protest, Ginny strutted out of the barn and into the pasture, where she proceeded to tack up Sunny, tightening the girth with difficulty, and working up a sweat trying to get it under her wings.

Finally Sunny was all tacked up and Ginny mounted gracefully, swinging her foot over without needing a stool.

"Ya!" She cried, and kicked gently on Sunny's sides. Sunny took off with a leap, and Jasmine ran after them, whinnying in distress at not being able to keep up. Sunny snorted and whinnied back, and then neighed at her foal in comfort, and leapt up into the air. She flew higher and higher and higher until they were one with the clouds. Here Ginny could sing and not worry that someone might hear. She was with Sunny, her favorite horse, and she could express her feelings through song, and let her wondrous voice fill the air, as it only did before her parents had been murdered.

She shuddered, and Sunny felt her stress. Remembering the fire, and the laughter, Ginny cried. She sobbed and sobbed upon the shoulder of the big beast and whispered,

"Why did they have to die?"

Sunny nickered in reply, and nudged Ginny's arm. He was asking for a song, he wanted Ginny to explain her distress.

"A Summer ago,"

Ginny began, improvising the song and singing only from her aching heart.

"I was waiting at home,

And wondering about life,

Thinking about silly things

And not caring about anything,

I fell asleep

In the afternoon sun

And awoke when it was dark,

I was on the ground

And the only sound

Was screaming

The screaming of my family…"

She stopped and sobbed, clinging to Sunny's mane and just sobbed and sobbed in a melancholy agony, her heart screaming from acute pain.

"Five days later,

I watched my dad

Sink lower and lower in the ground

My mother after him by a day

My brother Ron moved out of town,

My aunty

She takes care of me

But its just not the same…
I wish I had my family

I wish the deatheaters never came…"

"Yes Sunny, deatheaters," Ginny sniffled, "Maybe they did use a muggle weapon, but I saw them with my own two eyes, and I know they were deatheaters. I will never forgive them, and one day I will kill the one who killed my parents." She wiped her eyes and motioned for Sunny to fly higher.

"Higher, higher, into the clouds

soaring, soaring,

drifting away…"

She murmured. She made songs for everything, but rarely did she sing them aloud. At this point, Sunny had reached the 2,000 meter mark (she was a VERY fast flier) and began a nose dive. Draco watched from the barn. He could see nothing, they were so far away. But soon he saw a little dog, and a bigger one, and bigger, and bigger… Ginny whooped, the wind screaming in her ears. Sunny neighed with pleasure, and Jasmine cantered over to see her mother.

"Hello Jazzy," Ginny said, tapping Jasmine on the head when they landed. She quickly dismounted, and led Sunny and Jasmine to the water trough where they slurped pleasurable.

She didn't know Draco had been watching from his place in the barn. He watched her a lot, but not for romantic reasons, he just couldn't figure her out. Sometimes she was so angry, or funny, or weird, the next she was full of adrenaline, or fierce, or timid. She was such a girl, he concluded, and went back to work, only to discover he was done. He heard a clank behind him. Someone had entered the barn. A brunette boy, a mad rather, Draco had seen him before… He was a ravenclaw at Hogwarts! Yes, Evan something. He looked up at Draco, and sized him up.

"Hello then," The man said, "The names Evan Macburrey, Ravenclaw. You are?"

"Draco," He said coolly, "Malfoy."

"Oh, Slytherin, then," Evan said, "Ginny talks about you." He strutted down the barn to the pigs, one of which was spitting up what looked like a lot of little teacups.

"Hey there China," He said, "Hello, Daisy," The other was spitting up Daisy's. It seemed to be some kind of enchantment.

"S-she talks about me?" Draco said, in disbelief. What was she playing at?

"Yes, she says you know her brothers well, and then usually starts muttering about ferrets and weasels and Snape's potions class, or something like that." Draco fumed. He should have known better than to think that she would talk romantically about him. I mean, who was he kidding? Why would he like her anyways?

"I'd like to ask her out, someday," Evan said, slumping against the wall, "She's really great, you know." A smile spread over Evan's face. "She's always just so cheerful, and kind…"

Draco felt heat in his face, and tried to resist punching Evan. He stopped. Why did he feel like this?

"She's not great," He said, concluding that it was because he didn't like him talking nice of the Weaslette, he only wanted to hear bad of her. I mean, he was a Malfoy, and Malfoys didn't fraternize with Weasleys.

Evan didn't hear him, and went over to the pigs with their feed. Draco left.

Bareback … Bareback … Bareback …

Ginny left the lot with her clothes in a bag, and hurried down to the closest 'Cheap Mart.' It was an old run down building with creaky doors and rusted hinges, but somehow it was still a grocery store, and Ginny had managed to find a second job there. Her Aunt had medical problems, and was a gardener for a living, visiting homes that needed tending to, but it would not bring in the income for their little condo, so Ginny took on a lot of responsibility.

"Hello," Ginny said to her supervisor when she found him in the kittle building. Ginny put on the little sailor's cap and apron, and took her place at cash register three. It would be a long day.

A/N: Not very far into the story yet, will get better & Funnier. A preview of next time;

"Fired! I cant believe it!"

"You idiot, when I said why don't you just hop on, I didn't actually mean hop on!"

"Well, see Draco, you've always kind of resembled a turtle to me."
"A turtle?"
"Yup. A hard shell, but really quite soft on the inside. And a wrinkly face."
"Thank you Weasley, but my face is NOT wrinkly. I even use moisturizer."
"…"
"… Forget you heard that."