Bareback Chapter 3: Unexplainable Feelings, a harry potter fanfic

Bareback, chapter three.

By mizlovegood

Dedicated to all of the people who taught me about writing.
Also Dedicated to Solana13, Yokel, coolmarauders, and summershine.

Hey, first person who reviews me with their name gets it put in for a show girl. I'll accept any names, and I'll put your name in if you ask, because I want my name in someone's story so I know how it feels!

Last Chapter:

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."

Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine, however day dreams about Tom (Draco) and this strange and twisted plot are both mine!

Chapter Three

"Fired!" Ginny cried, throwing herself onto her couch, and covering her face with her hands. Aunt Lydia hovered overhead, making a sad face, although trying to retain her happiness. She had just been the 5th caller on Wiz 105 fm, and won a Weird sisters Poster.

"I cant understand why he would fire me, the old puss-head. He has no clue how hard I work. Now I'll never be able to afford tuition for UniCamp!" She sobbed into her pillow.

"How about some hot chocolate?" Lydia asked, "I know how you love it with marshmallows. " Ginny nodded, pressing herself against her bed, and wiping her eyes.

"I'll look through the job ads while you do, maybe I can still afford tuition."

"And remember," Lydia said, "There's still a chance of you getting tuition. You could win that scholarship!" Ginny smiled weakly and hurried downstairs to find the newspaper. Wiping her eyes, she turned to the job ads and returned upstairs.

Job: Dishwasher.
Spend time scrubbing the pots from Al's Diner on 32nd street, for $4.50/hr.

Indeed it was a muggle newspaper, Lydia enjoyed the quaintness of them.

Job: Waitress
Iain Elkwood, 1550's, $6.oo/hr. Call Iain, 118-2262, for more information.

Except that the galleon/pound exchange was 1 pound/3 sickles, not nearly enough for what she needed.

Job: Used car salesman/saleslady
Some experience needed, staff available for help. Paid on commission, Call 1-800-USED-CARS.

Ginny circled it. Then, she came across the perfect job.

Job: Stable hand.
Needed for helping with trail rides and lessons. $12 per day, 4 days a week, Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday, Call 221-1099 for more information.

Giddy, she circled it. It still wasn't enough, but she was also considering;

Job: Show girl
Travel around the city with the Kaboom circus, perform in song, dance, and gymnastics, for the great price of $100 per show. 1 show a week, Sundays. Enter resume at 43 Evergreen Street.

It definitely sounded good, she would make more money, but definitely not enough for the 10,000g tuition. Maybe if she took up the show girl, she stable hand, and the used car saleslady or the waitress. She asked Lydia her view, and Lydia agreed that the Showgirl would work, but disagreed that she should to more. Ginny shook her head, and decided on the used car saleslady and the stable hand to go along with the showgirl. When he aunt was gone, Ginny drained her little china cup of piping hot cocoa, and called the car lot. She had a job. The stable also sounded interested, an d she quickly scribbled up a resume. Her schedule so far was;

Monday; 10am – 2 pm, working at broadback stables
3:30pm- 5:30pm, working with the magic circus.
6:00pm, be back in time to baby sit Karen, who's parents go out ever Monday night to a meeting for the council of something or other.

Tuesday; 12:00pm- 5:00pm, working at the magic circus.
5:30 pm- pop in as a candy striper, for volunteer hours.
6:00pm- make Lydia a healthy dinner, then fall asleep.

Wednesday; 10am-2pm, broadback stables.
3pm-4pm, tutoring Matthew, a cute little grade 5 boy who sucked at English.
4pm-5:30, working at the use car lot.

Thursday; 10am-12pm, stables.
12pm-2pm, magic circus.
3:00-5:30, Used car lot
Friday: SLEEP IN!
2pm-5:30, used car lot.
5:30-6, tutoring Lea, who needs help with piano.

Saturday; 10:00-12:00, stables. (Teaching Jumping lessons to Kathleen)
12:00-1:00, quick pop in to the hospital for more candy-striping.
2:00, come back and help Lydia with her job at the Hardies, whom have a HUGE lawn, HUGE egos, and HUGE expectations.

Sunday: Sleep, sleep sleep, sleep, sleep, and sleep some more, then study school work and work on the essays assigned.

un un un … un un un …

"Fired! I cant believe it!" Lydia cried to herself, picking up a pair of scissors the next day and snipping at a weed, which turned out to be a flower. Cursing, she fumbled, looked both ways, and magically stuck them together. She noticed a small yellow patch and, when brushing her hand over it, turned it a luscious green sprouting daisies.

Meanwhile, Ginny was around the corner, turning over dirt and watering flowers. It was a Saturday, she was pooped. But after this, she would be able to rest and work on school work, as well as help Lydia around the house. The poor woman was trying to support Ginny,

"Na na na na,"

She sang

"La de doe doo,

Hm la la la

Na na na na…"

She shoved a pile of worms into the hole, and covered it with dirt. Beside it she planted a flower.

"Oh,

sleepless nights

and lifeless days

Who am I to say

What I feel in this dismay

I wanted a life

I just wanted to ride

Oh,

Why do I always have to do what is right?"

Defeated, she planted the last flower, and went to find her aunt.

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Draco Malfoy was proud. He was a respectable Slytherin, he was a tall boy, he had hit the genetic jackpot, and he had money at his will. The only problem was his stupid parents. His stupid deatheater father, and his stupid addict mother. His mother, desperate to get him out of the house, signed him up for this dumb thing. He didn't even get the money. It went towards his mother. He rubbed his arm, and pressed the ice against it harder. This was his reward, his father's way of saying I love you. A belt buckle, the one thing Lucius liked to do the muggle way. He used his fists, he kicked and punched, he used belts, and once even a lamp.

His split lip was noticeable, Draco knew, and he gingerly stepped into the fireplace. If anyone asked, he had just fallen down two flights of stairs. He turned to say goodbye to his mother, who was passed out on the couch. Nodding heavily, he stepped into the fireplace, ready for his job at the farm, and turned the wrong way. His broken rib panged, and he fell back unconscious.

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"Sorry I'm late," Ginny called, "Mr. Hawkins? Mr. Hawkins?"

Evan stepped around the corner, and smiled.

"You know, I'm so sued to having you around," He said, "On Sunday during break I had no clue what to do without you!" Ginny laughed.

"Sorry I can't be around more, but I have to take care of my Aunt Lydia and myself. Shes a gardener, and she doesn't bring in much money, as you know, so I have to work a lot." She smiled at Evan, and pulled out a mop. He left, and she mopped the floor, wetting the exess dirt, and pushing it around.

"There is a castle on a cloud…"

She hummed the song, and twirled in a circle, her mop twisting like a dance partner. In a flash she was Little Cosette, living with the Thenardiers in France, waiting to be saved by Jean Val Jean, number 24601… And in an instant she was Ginny again, sobbing on the floor, too tired to work, and then, in an instant, she was asleep. She was awoken later, by Evan.

"Sleeping on the job?" He asked, "Maybe this is too much for you? How many jobs are you working?"

"Not enough," She replied, and vigorously scrubbed the floor clean. She put the mop away, and looked around. Where was Malfoy, he was at least a half an hour late, and making her do all of the work. She, scowling, got down to work with Hanna and Emily, mucking their stalls, and feeding them their 5 star dinner of dead rodents and rotten fish. When she was sure no one was looking, she hopped inside (she was not supposed to be alone with them in their stall) and pet them on the heads.

"Your such sweethearts," Ginny said when Hanna nudged her. Hippogriffs were very good at picking up on feelings. Suddenly, Hanna reared, and squealed. Ginny ducked, and Hanna came down beside her, eyes rolling, mouth foaming. Emily picked up on Hanna's emotions, and followed her. Ginny covered her face, and screamed, and felt strong arms around her. She gripped someone, a man, and allowed herself to be picked up and taken from the stall. When she was a safe distance away, she opened her eyes. She was looking up at a pair of bright grey eyes, and a smirk. She scowled, and opened her mouth to talk, when she was dropped onto a bail of hay. She screamed, and stood up, now covered in hay.

"You jerk, I'm allergic to hay!" She yelled to Draco, "And you're late! I could get you fired!"

Draco smirked. "But you won't, because if you try I'll tell Hawkins about you being in Hanna and Emily's stall. Now I suggest we get to work, huh, Weasley?" Ginny murmured something under her breath.

"Pardon me?" He asked.
"I said," Ginny began, "You must be as arrogant as Slytherin himself to think you can get away with blackmail, you fowl breathed pinch faced fat Slytherin turtle." She waited for a response. He replied swiftly;

"Your just worried because you don't know what that feeling is that happens every time I walk by, but sorry Weasley, I'm a wanted man, and I cant be tainting my family line with Weasley blood." Ginny's eyes lit up, and she decided to mess with his mind.

"But Draco, I just want you so bad." He began to retort, and then realized what she had said. He smirked, and played along.

"Then kiss me, kiss me hard." Ginny's eyes furrowed.
"Oh Drakie Poo, William will kill you!"
"William isn't here, baby, just you and me." Ginny looked up, and realized she was cornered against the wall, and Draco was coming closer. Something caught in her throat when she looked at him, she tried to say something, but only a squeak came out. This game had gone a bit too far.

"Weasley," He said, "Hello?" He waved his hadn in front of her face. Ginny snapped out of it.

"Was I just too attractive for you?" Ginny flushed.

"Your such a turtle." She said, as it was the only thing she could think to say,

He raised an eyebrow, and she continued, flushing still.

Ginny smirked. "I'm going to go and feed Jasmine and Sunny, and muck out their stalls."

"Why do you always get them?" Draco asked, angrily, "Its not like you're the only one who likes horses around here." Ginny's brow furrowed.
"Oh yeah, like you know anything about them, Malfoy." Draco scowled.

"As a matter of fact," He retorted, grabbing some tack, "I do."

"Fine, hop on." Ginny said, indicating towards Sunny. Draco walked to the palomino, patted her face, and started to put on her tack.

"You idiot, when I said why don't you just hop on, I didn't actually mean hop on!" Ginny cried, pulling him away when he slid his foot on, and hopped over the saddle.

"You wanted to muck out their saddles, you can," He said, and took off, soaring into the sky. Ginny's eyes burned with tears. She loved Sunny and Jasmine, and she wanted nothing to happen to them. She watched as Draco soared higher and higher. Sunny seemed to be enjoying herself. Ginny smiled as Jasmine nickered and trotted over to her.

"Hey baby girl," She said, "Where did your lead rope get to?" Jasmine squealed at the familiar word, for Jasmine loved running, and went and grabbed her lead rope with her teeth. She pulled it to Ginny, who clipped it on and led the little filly out into the ring. She circled the ring once before letting the filly off of the lead rope.

"One." Ginny said. "Two- THREE!" They both raced to the other side of the stall, Jasmine getting there only a few heads before Ginny. The filly was so young, she was stilly wobbling on her feet, so she wasn't very fast yet, but Ginny knew she had it in her.

"Ginny," Evan said from behind her. She jumped, and turned around. She'd never been kissed. She didn't know why her mind suddenly jumped to that. But the look of him standing there, his brown hair ruffled, just made her fourteen year old body tremble. He began to say something, but Draco landed on the ground with Sunny, and Evan just shrugged and walked away. Ginny felt angry, but when she saw the blonde boy playing with the horse and stroking her, her anger melted away.

"Hurry up, Malfoy, lets go clean up their stalls, we can leave the horses here." He followed her, swinging the gate closed behind him. She had this feeling like she was above everyone and everything, like she was walking on air, that didn't leave until late that night when someone showed up on her doorstep.

A/N: Okay, how do you like it? Remember, the first one to review me with their name will get their name put into the story, most likely as a show girl.