Chapter Seven
Bareback, by mizlovegood
Dedicated to; EclipsedPlanet2 Honeycups krissygurl and Just call me Stevie.
Thank you so much to them, especially Just call me Stevie, for writing the infamous;
Of Ducks and Pink Soap Bubbles.
Don't worry, its not dirty!
Disclaimer: I would say I have run out of funny ideas, but I never had one in the first place, so I will just say that it is not mine.
New Summary: If Ginny Wealsey loved horses, if Draco Malfoy was abused, if Ron had done something unforgivable… You might just have read Bareback. PG13. Post Ootp!
Last time…
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…
Chapter Seven
Draco Malfoy had never lost his cool before. He was a smart boy- a smart man. But now, he was about to be given the dark mark, and he wasn't ready. He sucked in a deep breath. He could to this. He just wouldn't wear muscle shirts anymore. He winced. How he loved those muscle shirts. He resumed his pacing, and then stopped.
On second thought, maybe he couldn't do this. Well, he could, he could do anything- he just chose not to. He wasn't ready, that was it. It wasn't like he was afraid.
He would become one of them; he realized he would become one of them and have to torture muggles. Not that Draco liked muggles; he just didn't want to kill somebody. He paced more, and then came to a conclusion.
He needed to run away.
Meanwhile, Ginny was grinning from ear to ear. The inside of the Kaboom building was nothing like the outside. Bright colors made her eyes water, blinding lights flashed to and fro. Twisted people jumped from bar to bar above her. Soon enough, someone realized that she was there. A man who was half her size, bald, and wearing an apron of what looked like flowers, came to greet her.
"Sorry Lady, nobody can watch before the show."
"Oh," She corrected him, "I'm not here just to watch. Well, not that I don't want to watch- but I have a job here, you see." He smirked, and it for some reason reminded her of Draco.
"We don't have any vacant spaces." He replied, "Sorry ma'am." He stalked off. She followed him quickly.
"Please," She said, "Let me speak to the manager."
"I am him," He sharply replied. "Now get out." Ginny turned on her heel, then paused and turned back around.
"No you aren't," She laughed, catching on. He grimaced.
"Fine," He said, "Hurry up and get over here, where the manager really is." He led her to a small door, and pushed it open. She had to cover her eyes to stop her from going blind- the walls were a blinding silver metallic color, and there were about a hundred tunnels going off in every direction. "This way." He pulled her down a slightly smaller tunner, and they found their way to a door, and knocked. He then turned and stalked away- this time she didn't stop him.
"Open." A cold voice drawled. A very familiar voice. She gaped as she entered- Draco Malfoy? No, just a similar voice. She wondered why her heart had fluttered so.
"Hello- I'm Ginevera Weasley, here about the job-"
"Yes, you'll be a spare show girl, your name is now Goldie, Honeycup, or Strawberry. Strawberry? Good, I agree, you'll be working with Goldie and Honeycup. They are show girls- you work with them, for Maple, alright? You do anything maple asks, never disobey her. Now go." She turned around and strut out the door, into the long twisting hallways. Trouble was, she couldn't tell which went where. She turned back to ask, and heard the boss softly say;
"Choose any path, they all lead to the same place."
Gingerly, she peered around the corner and began to walk. She looked up and down the room and realized it wasn't really metallic, it was an opalescent white that, when in light, turned a hard silver color. It was almost like Malfoy's eyes- not before you say anything, he did have nice eyes and she was willing to admit that. And maybe nice hair if he didn't slick it back- and a nice complection-
(Reader clears throat) "Is there a point to this?"
No, Seriously, have you seen his neck. Its so long and swan like…
(Ginny clears throat)
"Just to let everyone know," Ginny said, "I in no way find the ferret attractive. That was all your wonderful author mizlovegood. She is so good, in fact, you should read more of her- HELP IM A HOSTAGE!"
BAM BAM BAM
As I was saying…
She stepped down the hallway, her shoes tapping on the floor. She had an inspiration to sing, but felt awkward in a different place.
"Why is it in the dark
That I finally notice your beauty
Shimmering now
Like a small ruby
Why is it that
My thoughts jump to you-ou-"
She was singing so well she thought she heard applause- wait- Applause broke her train of speech. She swung around and saw a girl with twisted black braids.
"I'm cupcake- your really good… You must be strawberry?"
"My name is G- um yeah I'm strawberry." Ginny replied, looking her up and down. "I didn't know there was anyone else in this hallway!"
"Don't count on being alone," Cupcake said, "Ever… Who will you be working with?"
"Um… Honeycup and… Goldie?"
"Oh, so your working for Maple, hm?"
"Yes." Ginny replied, intimidated by this girl's knowledge of everyone who worked here, and her ability to know everything about them.
"She's bound to boss you around- just follow her orders and you'll be fine."
Ginny nodded and tried to smile, but the thought of her bowing to someone, while wearing an apron and serving tea kept sliding into her vision.
"I work with Ivory Kitten and Sprinkle Surprise for Starry Chocolat-" She saw the look on Ginny's face and said, "Those are show names… Really we call them Kitten, Sprinkle, and Starry. Just like me- Cupcake Icing… Do you have one yet?"
Ginny shook her head.
"Maple will probably give you one- Maple Blossom. Say hi to Honeycup and Goldie for me, ok? Tell them Cupcake says hi!" She waved, and hurried off as though she had never been there. It gave Ginny the strangest feeling that Cupcake was some kind of spy. To shake it off, she began to sing again.
"Starry Chocolate Sprinkle Surprise
They'll do a trick right before your eyes
Ivory Kitten seems so much more smitten with
twisting
Say hi to Honey and Goldie
Say hi to Honey and Goldie
Cupcake oh
Cupcake oh
Cupcake!"
She bowed to an invisible crowd, and then hurried off again. Soon enough she reached a door, and pushed it open. She had once again reached the main room for Kaboom. She tip-toed past some meditating Asian men who had something like a necklace on their hands. They were passing around a small bone. To her, they looked magical, but she didn't want to get her hopes up that anyone else was magical- she was probably the only one. Soon enough she had made a circle around the whole room, seeing trainers, gymnasts, magicians (their tricks were lame), and many other people. (The clowns especially freaked her out)
She approached a door labeled;
'Honeycupp Strudel, Goldie Lox, for Maple Blossom. She pushed it open, and gasped in wonder at the world she saw. The walls were like a circus tent, ribbons and colored tissues everywhere. It was in a magor theme color of reds and purples. When her eyes adjusted, she saw a spiky haired blonde girl picking up beads off the floor and mumbling something. When she saw Ginny, she froze.
"Hello, do-" The girl scampered away out a opening in the tent, leaving her job. Ginny sighed.
"That helped… I wonder if she was Honeycup or Goldie-"
"-Neither." A woman's voice replied. She had the most beautiful reddish blonde hair and full pink lips. She was a stunning sight. A gold haired girl behind her motioned that Ginny should bow. She fell to the floor, her hands out and her ankles tucked in.
"I am Maple Blossom, you will address me as Miss Maple Blossom. Will you do as I say?" Miss Maple asked, flicking her hair behind her.
"Yes." Ginny replied, then added, "Miss Maple- Blossom." She looked up into the chocolaty eyes that held her gaze, and intimidated her beyond belief.
"Good, now go with Goldie and start working on the costumes for the show." The dark haired girl followed Miss Maple Blossom out, fanning her the whole time with a Chinese paper fan, decorated with intricate flowers.
"Don't mind her," Goldie said in an accent that was almost a mix of Scottish and Australian, "She acts like shes got a stick up er arse all the time just cuz she thinks she can get away with anything- its not good for the ego, lemme tell yew."
"Thanks…" Ginny said, "But… I mean… Why are we given show names? Whats your real name?" Goldie's eyes widened.
"We're not supposed to talk about that- Goldie is my real name. Lets go work on the dress." She said particularily loudly as though talking to an extremely def person. She pulled Ginny to the gap in the tapestry, and then at the last moment, pulled her to the side. Ginny found herself in a small dark room made completely of tapestry.
"Two layers," Goldie said, "The walls have two layers and if you really need to talk private you can come here. Listen, miss, we aren't aloud real names, or to talk about real names. We go by our new names and then in performances we go by our stage names- I suppose you don't have a stage name yet… what is your new name?"
"S-strawberry…" Ginny said, "But my real name is Ginny- Ginevera, not Virginia like everyone thinks."
"Ginevera- wut a pretty name…" She looked around nervously, "My name is… my name was…" She leaned in closer, "Jessica McGorven."
"Ginny Weasley, pleased to meet you," Ginny said, shaking her hand. Jessica laughed.
"Come on… one minute at a time is the most we can be in here… We don't want anyone to be suspicious… especially not Miss Maple." She turned to go.
"Wait," Ginny said, "Who was that girl I saw before anyone else came out- Spiky blonde hair?"
"She don't have a name," Jessica replied, quick as lightning, "Don't talk to her if ye can help it, Miss Ginny, you'll get in a right state- they say she's a witch- now what is your name?" She crept from the spot, and Ginny followed.
"Strawberry."
"Good job Lea- I'm glad you've really improved with your piano." Ginny said, "I think were ready to go up a level." Ginny looked up at Lea's mom. She cleared her throat.
"Actually, Miss Weasley, we need to talk about that."
Last name, not a good sign. She took Ginny to a different room and sat her down.
"Lea really likes piano- but I think she would like to start violin… And in short, you don't know violin." Ginny shook her head.
"Wait," She said, "Your letting me go?" Lea's mom nodded to Ginny but said, "But we'll give you this and next week's pay so you can have money to find another job if you need one, and have a week to do it."
Ginny grabbed the envelope, and her shoes.
"Great." She said, "Thanks." And slammed the door on the way out.
Anger welled up inside her, but soon enough she was running down the street with tears streaming down her face. She fell to the side of the road.
"It's not fair," She cried, curling up in a ball, "Its not, its not, its not. I need the money- I NEED THE DAMN MONEY!"
She hugged her stomach and sobbed with all of her might, the hot tears burning her face- it hurt so much inside, but crying was the worst feeling ever, and she loved it.
Soon, her tears were dried and she was ready to go home. She sniffled a little, stood up, and continued the short walk home.
When she arrived home she pulled out her schedule and fixed it up.
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 go to bed.
Wednesday; 10am-2pm, broadback stables.
3pm-4pm, tutoring Matthew, at English.
Thursday; 10am-12pm, stables.
12pm-2pm, magic circus.
Friday: 3am-10am, Kaboom training.
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.
She collapsed onto her bed and into a sound sleep immediately, dreaming of the trapeze and giant maple strudels.
A/N: ANNOUNCEMENT! READ THIS PLEASE! mizlovegood-fanfiction.piczo a site I made especially for my stories… It's where you can look at what I think the characters look like! Please check it out if you want to see all of the people, including Honeycup, the servant girl, Draco, and many others- for all of my stories!