Chapter Six

Bareback, by mizlovegood.

This chapter is dedicated to my 'creative writing for teens' groupt. Thanks for the support!

Disclaimer: Meh meh, Yah I totally own the Harry Potter series, all mine, meh meh, sarcasm intended, meh meh. Like my evil laugh?

Summary: Since my old Summary sucked, I am composing a new one.

Ingrediants to a good story… Hmm, about a teaspoon of a horse crazy fourteen year old girl, never been kissed, and looking for money to keep her family safe. Add a cup of three cute guys and a pinch of fluff, but make sure the milk doesn't turn sarcastic… LOL! OMG, that is soo messed up, I just had a complete laugh attack… That is so pathetic…

Last Chapter on Bareback…

A flicker of light lit up the dark tunnel in which she was traveling. She ran towards it, hearing the echoes of death behind her. She wasn't really running towards the light, but running away from the creatures behind her.

Well, time to sleep for me, but I will try to write more my dearest diary. Always, Ginny.

(AKA nothing much happened in the shortest and most pointless chapter ever written)

Chapter Six! (promised to be longer)

Ginny awoke with a sore as hell neck, and rolled over. An owl was looking back at her oddly, as thought it was trying to decipher what she was. Ginny yawned, and pulled the little owl onto her. She fell asleep again, the small fluttering beast squashed by her body. She jumped up, and screamed, her hand flying to the little bite mark on her belly.

"Son of a deatheater…Give me the darn letter." She snatched it from the owl, then, her eyebrows forming a conclusion (eyebrows? WTF?) she slammed the window shut, and laughed evilly. Then, she opened the letter, and began to read.

To Miss Weasley, you- She jumped, as the little owl bit her, trying to her out. She placed him in a little cage used for a budgie a long time ago, and continued to read.

-will need a various amount of supplies for the upcoming year at- The owl hooted loudly, and rattled the cage. Ginny rolled her eyes. "If you don't shut up, i'll make owl stew for dinner tonight." The owl instantly quieted, and Ginny scanned the letter, before finding the part about what she would have to buy, the interesting part.

A guide to Pixies and Elfcraft in the middle ages – Wulfrina Higgledihope

Oh Merlin its Merlin – Gwenedith Smith

Defence against the Dark arts, spells – Willimina Choks

Defence against the Darks arts, curses – Willimina Choks

Transfiguartion, Level 5 – Jennice Hen

Advanced Charms – Zelda Spellman

Muggles and their habits – Ethel Simpson

Ginny groaned and didn't bother reading the rest. There went the rest of her saved up money, even if she bought second hand. And, she noted, she couldn't even use anyone else's hand me downs, because there was a whole new curriculum with the upcoming war, and things weren't going so smoothly. She banged her head on the table, and looked up when the little owl hooted.

"What is your name, Buddy?" She asked. It hooted softly.
"Hoot?" She asked.
"Hoot." It said again, a bit louder.
"Is that a yes?"
"H. O. O. T." It said, more defined as if trying to state the obvious.
"What?" Ginny asked.
HOOT!"

"Okay, I'll just call you hoot, hoot." Hoot gave a little bit of a peep, and then snuggled in under his feathers. Ginny rolled her eyes, a bit angry at herself, and then sat back down. I was 9, and she had to be at the stables by 10… She looked over at the door, which was slightly ajar, and went out.

"Here," She said to hoot, "You can go… I know what it feels like to be in a cage, alone and helpless, trapped with no way out…" She opened the cage, and then the window, but Hoot didn't move. She raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"Alright," She said, "as long as you don't do anything to my stuff while I am out…" She bade him goodbye, and went downstairs. She found a note on the table.

Ginny,

Gone for groceries, be back soon. –L

She thought about it, as it was the typical Aunt Lydia thing to do. She sighed, and squeezed her eyes, then, looking around nervously, realized that she was… all alone. She had been alone a lot lately, but it suddenly hit her that she could do anything that she wanted to. She had always been to busy to care but with an hour to kill (she would just walk to the nearest wizard town and apparate, they would never know it wasn't a witch of age), she decided to crank the volume on the radio and sing along.

"If your going to be a driver, you better drive a race car…

Cuz im looking for a guard dog.. not buying a Chihuahua!"

She screamed the last part, then looked up. Time for a bath, she thought to herself, and then, deciding that a shower would suit her much better, jumped into the tub and turned it on cold, singing into it full blast. She jumped next around the bathroom, laughing and dancing while the water sprayed everywhere. She pulled on a towel, and opened the door - She gaped. By some unbelievable twist of fate, Harry James Potter was standing in her house. More incredibly, she was wearing nothing but a towel with her hair stringing down around her face. And completely absurdly, she felt something, something she shouldn't have felt. She blushed. OH NO! Not this again! She thought. Some cruel beast inside of her had decided, "Oh look, its Harry, lets like him again." She tried to cover up, but the towel was very small. She squeaked, and jumped back into the bathroom, slamming the door.

"shit, shit, shit, shit, shit…" She muttered to herself, walking back and forth, while things echoed and slurred across her brain.

When did this happen? Did your feelings for him occur weeks ago, or minutes ago? She opened them, and despite her wishes, she was still there. Ginny grabbed a pair of sweat pants and a too-small t-shirt (remind you of anything?) and stepped outside to Harry, who was standing there blushing rapidly.

Draco would have been smirking right now. Ginny wondered where that thought had come from, but had no idea, as Mr. Potter himself pushed his body against hers and kissed her. Well, at least, she wished that would happen, but kissing wasn't easy for a fourteen year old who had never been kissed at all, let alone dated someone. She flushed at the vivid daydream.

This would have been a bad time to practice legilimency.

"Harry, would you do me the honors of explaining me why you are here?" She asked. He laughed.

"Ron sent me." He said. His voice was deeper than she remembered, she noted, and flushed again. He laughed again, and she fiddled with her fingers.

"I don't want to talk to him." She replied, her eyes clouding over. Her brother was a lying bastard who hit old women and little girls. She wanted nothing to do with him.

"What he did was a mistake-" Harry said, but Ginny interjected,
"You bet!" She cried, "What would you have said if your brother had done that?"
"Ginny," He said, "All he did was tell you that they weren't coming back. He was trying to comfort you for gods sakes, maybe he was harsh but-"
"Comfort me?" She asked, "Is that what he said?" She asked. She let out a dull deep laugh that scared her because it sounded a lot like Tom used to laugh. Cold- heartless. Harry seemed to notice, too.

"He hit me," She said, her voice breaking, "He hit me, and Aunt Lydia so hard… He told me that I was stupid, yelled that they weren't coming back, got drunk, and beat me up, and then… well… What do you think he did with me, an unconscious girl, Harry, what do you think he did to me when he was drunk?"

Harry seemed breathless, and she became lost in his eyes, that seemed to take away all the pain and horrible memories. She heard distant sobs, and then realized they were coming from her. Her shoulder's shook. She crumpled beside him, her body seeming to deflate. Her breath caught in her throat when the space between their lips disappeared. She gasped. Was this another daydream? She didn't know, but she would make the best of it. Her whole body seemed to shudder to a stop, her toes tingled and her fingers itched, and suddenly everything seemed better. Her face was hot, her lips were burning, and everywhere she looked was covered in stars and spots. Definitely not a daydream. And then, sadness. Again, just a day dream. She shook her head and looked up at him.

"He didn't try to comfort me." She said, "I don't want to talk about it. Just tell him that what he did was unacceptable, and I will never forgive him. Now get out of my house."
It wasn't until after he was gone that she realized that her lips still tingled from the kiss… meaning it wasn't a day dream at all.

-Bareback-Bareback-Bareback-Bareback-

Broadback stables was a small business. Only about 10 kids came a week, including lessons, but somehow the old couple Marie and Jerry seemed to keep it up. Marie was a sweet old woman, she cared for everyone tenderly, and Jerry could never stop joking. In fact, they reminded Ginny a lot of Sirius. Well, Jerry did anyways, and Marie reminded her of- well- she'd never really met anyone like Marie.

"Hello," She called, approaching the ring where Trevor was getting tacked up, and Ember was getting ready.

"Not the amateur," Ember said, "This place is going to the dogs - Literally." She pointed to the little terrier yipping at Ginny's feet to get up. She picked him up and cradled him.

"Come on," She said, and tried to help Ember, who insisted that she didn't need help, up. Ginny rolled her eyes, and watched Ember hop on and start at a walk.

"Okay, trot," Ginny said, she started to canter. "TROT!" Ginny yelled, but Ember only pushed Trevor harder. The horse was sweating, he was a work horse and not used for quick sports.

"STOP EMBER, STOP!" Ember laughed, and drove the horse faster and faster into a gallop, and a lope, and then over a jump. Ginny felt her heard prickle with dread as they approached the largest fence. She closed her eyes, heard a whinny, a scream, and a thud. Then deathly silence. She hurried over to the not moving form of Ember. Trevor was standing innocently by her side. Slowly, Ember got up, tears streaming over her face.
"Couldn't you see he was going to fast for me?" She cried, and hurried away. Ginny groaned.
"Forget about her," Jerry said, obviously having seen the whole thing, "Come on, Sam is foaling! Put Trevor away!" She did, giving him a quick hose down, and making sure he got enough food and drink because of this over-exertion. Then, she found Marie crouched over Sam, the beautiful Arabian mare, giving birth to what looked like a little filly.

"Push, baby, push!" Marie cried.

"The vet is on their way," Thomas, another stable hand said.
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked, fear washing over her. The foal was born with a last push. It was Sam's last push, last breath. The foal wiggled, and then cried out in a desperate little yelp. It was like a cow, and a horse mixed, in horrible agony. This horse was going to die. Ginny felt sudden compassion for it. She ran forwards, and peeled off the protective shell. The little beast was born missing its front left leg, the poor dear, and with a missing ear. It was horribly twisted.

"I need a blanket," She said, "We need to keep it warm."

"It won't survive, Ginny," Marie said.
"It could!" she cried back. Jerry, obviously just humoring her, went to go get a blanket.

She took great care into moving the little filly onto the hay, and let Jerry take away Sam, but when the vet arrived, it was already gone.

Bareback is the best story in the world… Bareback is the best story in the world…

She couldn't concentrate while tutoring Matthew. Afterwards, she made her way to the car lot. With one look at her, the manager said;

"You're a girl."
"Perceptive." She replied, while secretly thinking 'no shit shirlock! 'She smiled and asked; "Is that a problem, sir?"
"Well yeah," He said, "We do well here with female customers, because we sell girly cars, ma'am, and besides, everyone knows that men know more about cars."
"But I'm a good entrepreneur," She replied, thoroughly insulted by his sexist ways, but still wanting the job very much.

"And, well I might attract more men customers, right?"

Dmn, she really wanted that job. Oh well, she could always be an Olympic pole dancer… sarcasm, of course. Later at home, she pulled out the little journal she was now so accustomed to writing in.

Dear Diary,
I hate cars, I will never buy one. Maybe everyone is right, though, maybe I am doing too many jobs… I can't believe Harry & I actually kissed… well, it was more him, but it was still amazing. He is the best kisser in the world, which I can't really say is true because I have never kissed anyone before, but whatever, he is still the best. I guess I am just blabbering on now, with no meaning, so I should probably just get to sleep, but I can not stop thinking about that poor little filly. What if my life was so easily on the line as it? Well, it kind of is, I mean, we could die at any moment, right? My life is like a little thread, everything else is a pair of scissors.
Maybe I am just freaking myself out. Night –G

Bareback… R&R the story… Not this isn't subliminal messages… Yes it is… R&R bareback…

"Ginny get the mail!" It was something she usually heard. On this particular morning she felt happy about it, because it meant her Aunty Lydia was back. Feeling somewhat lightheaded, she hurried to the mailbox and grabbed the assortment of letters till she found one addressed to her. She ripped it open, and whooped. She was in Kaboom! Just for singing and dancing of course, but it was- oh no- singing and dancing? She groaned. She had never sung in front of someone before, not on purpose. She groaned again, and banged her head on the wall until the neighbors looked at her funny as if to ask why the hell this scrawny girl was banging her head on a stone wall. She shook her fist, then realized no one was out there, and went back inside. She wanted to tell her Aunt of this problem, but Lydia had to go in a hurry.

"Anything for me?" Lydia asked.

"Yeah, but nothing that cant wait," Ginny said, giving her Aunt a quick peck on the cheek.

"I'm sorry we can't spend more time together," She said, patting down Ginny's mane of hair, "I really do miss you." Ginny nodded.

"Me, too, Aunty." Once her aunt was gone, she once again had the house to herself, so decided to correct her schedule.

Monday; 3am-10am, Kaboom.

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.

Thursday; 10am-12pm, stables.
12pm-2pm, magic circus.
Friday: 3am-10am, Kaboom training.
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: 8:00am-10:00am go to Kaboom.

11:00am-5:00pm first show.

6:00pm-12:00am second show.

Ginny then decided to clean the house that had a thick layer of dust on it. She napped her wrist to and fro, as she began to dust, but this resulted in dust flying everywhere, so she decided to use a rag as a microphone, the singing itch arrived.

"Sometimes it's hard,

Yeah being a woman,
Oh, and sometimes it's hard,

Keeping up life and,

You know what I'm saying,

When I say I'm not staying,

You gotta find a new

Lady to resent,

I'm not a damsel in distress,

I'm a woman…"

This was a song from a favorite musical of hers. Ginny had decided that if she was going to sing in front of people, she might as well start singing well. She continued cleaning anyways, with the muggle supplies from under the counter. She pulled out a poisonous gas, and began to spray it on a little cockroach (A/N: he-he Rachel) that squirmed for a moment then fell limp. Suddenly, three more of the little bugs ran out from underneath the sink, so she sprayed one, two, three, four, five, on there were so many! Wait, those were just little spots on the floor, little swirling voids of color. Ginny became aware she was floating over her body…

He sat up, sweat streaks mingled with tear streaks on her face. Damn roach-away, she should have gotten out the masks, but how was she to know that it would knock her out? She turned the bottle over.

WARNING!
Use mask while
using roach-away
any imbalances
of the toxin
could result in
concussions,
strange dreams,
serious head
problems, un-

Consciousness,

And extreme
Cravings.

Ginny gave a little gulp, and hurried to put it away, looking around and realizing she had been asleep for about five hours. She grabbed her pulsing head by the hair, and pushed herself up. When she put away the gasses, she hurried back to her bed and collapsed onto it without thinking. She covered her eyes and tried to stop the pulsing headache, but finally ended up just laying there groaning and moaning, wishing she had got an Advil while she was down there, but not wanting to go down. Finally, she fell into a restless sleep.

"Ginny," He said, closing in, "I want you to take this, but don't let it go bad."

"Why would I let it go bad?" She asked the blonde, holding out her hand for the apple.

"Because," He explained, exasperatedly, "I need it for Potions!"
"Are you going to throw it at Professor Snape?" Ginny asked, scratching her head as though she couldn't possibly imagine any other use.

"No, it's Crabbe I'm aiming for, this time." He replied, his blue eyes sparkling.

"Make sure you take the roach-away, because only boy roaches are killed by it. Just stomp on the girls, they have had enough of their life lived, they put up a goods fight but there is nothing left for them to live. Their lives are pointless." Draco nodded for to him this made perfect sense.
"I'll meet you later for dinner, dear," He said, his thin body curving slightly and his long hands cupping her face…

Ginny awoke with a start, wondering why in the hell she would have a dream like that.

'Oh well' she thought, and continued with the day, which seemed to whiz by. The strange dreams persisted that night, this time about Aunt Lydia, dangling over a fountain of bubbles, screaming for her dear life, while Ginny watched her, poking her with a little stick occasionally. Finally it was Friday, time for her first meeting at Kaboom. It would be rushed, because she would be performing on Sunday. When she arrived at the old broken down factory, she was surprised. For something that demanded such early hours, she hadn't expected something so.. blah. She sucked in her breath, and stepped inside…

A/N: Tadaa, longer yet still pretty short. I am trying to make then less pointless and fix the crappy sentences. I have a slight question, did anyone else not like HBP very much? I mean, it was her best story line yet, but it was written kind of badly. Oh well, tell me what you think, please. Review right…

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