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Oh heck, I haven't updated this story in a long-long-long time! But I've finally decided to do so…I was working on another story, but it's not going that successful just because the chapters are so long. Sigh, oh well, guess I'll get back to Stormy Love since it's been getting better feedback.
I was—in an appropriate way very sad that some people have stopped reading my story… but I think I've stretched Stormy Love a bit too long, like the way I stretch gum…so I have come up with a whole new TWIST. I'm sure you'll all LOVE it!
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Ginny's New "Job"
"I swear, this is too good to be true!" Ginny Potter in utter delight. It had been two months since the camping trip, and the foursome tried their best to forget about it. But to each of them, strange things encountered that they never confessed to each other.
"That's great Gin, you finally will get busy when I'm out for my matches," Harry placed his heavy crockery coffee mug on the bed table and planted a kiss on Ginny's forehead.
"Yeah, the pay isn't that bad either," Ginny smiled widely. It was the first day of the job she dreamed of and finally gotten, she had become an advocate at the Magical Detector and Mysteries Department.
"What time will you be back, Gin?" Harry asked.
"Around eight, maybe," She hummed down the stairs and prepared a quick breakfast, munching it down in two minutes, she zipped her muggle jacket and hurried down to the foyer.
"Okay, I think I better get going, bye Harry," She waved and hurried out the door as Harry climbed down the stairs. He was glowing with pride for his wife…
As Harry was reading a Wizards Sports magazine, the fireplace in the living room burst into life. Suspiciously, Harry walked downstairs with wand at the ready, he leaped in front of the fire place, only to find a bobbing head with flaming red hair that belonged to Ronald Weasley.
"Ron? Couldn't you call?" Harry sighed, as his heart hammered madly in his chest.
"Wha-a-a-t? That device gives me the Goosebumps. Who were you expecting anyways, Lord Voldemort?" Ron whined and managed a laugh at the end.
"Very funny Ron, I'm sure you didn't appear in the fireplace to crack old jokes at me," Harry amusingly stared from the corner of his eye into the fireplace, while he whiffed through the magazine.
"Put that magazine down Harry! You have a guest over, in the fireplace. I just wanted to know if Ginny's left for her job,"
"You came in the fireplace for that?"
"Well, not exactly. I also wanted to tell you that Hermione is expecting her delivery date to be for next Friday. So just make sure you don't have any matches around those days, and make sure to tell Ginny to take a few days off front and back from that date," Ron chattered.
"Ron, you already told me this two days ago," Harry sighed, rubbing his head.
"I did? Well, I thought I'd remind you,"
"Yeah, well, we'll remember," Harry added annoyingly.
"I hope so, you don't want to miss anything," Ron waved, and with a loud crackle, the fire drowned in ashes, and the camouflaged flaming red hair of his disappeared.
Around eight, Harry thought of doing something special, so he rummaged through the kitchen, and with a few flicks of his wand prepared a gourmet dinner. He set the table as a bottle of whine airily leapt out the fridge and made it's way in thin airon top of it.When everything was prepared, Harry decided to go look out the window until Ginny returned.
A red Capri with booming music that was known as the witch band of these two twin witches called 'Twitches Rock' streamed out the car. Guitars, drums and chimes and two husky identical voices sang a song of love potions.
'Baby I'd do anything to get you if I have to…
No matter to me if I've got to feed love potions to you…
OOO-OOO-OOO YEAH!'
Harry wanted to see the happy couple that sat in the front, but his eyes wandered off to a black jeep that headed down the street, his heart leaping with unusual excitement as Ginny made her way down the road, passing their house. Why did she pass their house? Or was that someone else's jeep? Harry thought it was, so he kept staring out, the red Capri's doors shot open. And to his disappointment, Harry watched a stunningly handsome man come out, and Ginny from the passenger's side. Theman made his way towards her and held her hand, the music still streaming out the car, and within seconds, their mouths met in a passionate kiss, Ginny's hand wandering over this mysterious man's broad shoulders. Harry's hands curled up into tight fists, his face scrunched and wrinkles appeared onto his forehead.
How dare she. How dare she betray him., Before even a year passed before their marriage. He was fuming with anger, a minute or two had passed and they were still engaged deeply into the kiss, while Harry felt as it had been two hours. He grabbed his jacket and was just about to make his way out to slap Ginny hard across the face and at the moment, he felt likeassassinating her, he watched through the kitchen window that they were making their way to the house. The foyer door opened, and Harry stood in the living room, with the coat in his hand, his face looking red as Ron's when he first used to blush when Hermione did anything to 'pleasure' him.
The minute Ginny and this guy walked in, their hands left each others and both of them stuffed them in their jeans or coat's pocket.
"Hi Harry, Harry, this is—
"Greg, Greg Lamberg" The handsome man replied, Harry felt like a tooth pick compared to him, even though he had worked hard in developing stunning muscles around his arms and shoulders, and six abs over his chest to help make him look broader. But this man was 6'4, and the build of a wrestler, Harry couldn't help but feel the bitter thought of how good Ginny and this guy Greg's couple would have made.
"Hi Greg, join us for dinner won't you?" He asked bitterly, the bitterness that Ginny noticed instantly. She shifted uncomfortably.
"I'd love to, Ginny said she'd make some spaghetti—
"I already made some," Harry smiled saccharinely. He guided the group to the dining room, where the table was set, Ginny removed the platters tops and the smell of marinara sauce and meatballs filled the room. Ginny put a plate in front of Greg first, and then on her place, then on Harry's, he moved it away and got his own.
"So you're an advocate as well?" Harry asked, stuffing spaghetti into his mouth.
"Yaww Gunny und Uhh shure a cubin" Greg was violently stuffing double the amount of what Ginny's bites and Harry's combined wouldn't had made. Bits of meatball flew out of his mouth, as sauce dripped down his chin, with a spaghetti strand sticking a little under it.
"Sorry, what was that?" Harry was sure of his tone would make him embarrassed.
"I said, 'Yes, Ginny and I share a cabin'," He said through gritted teeth.
"Interesting, no wonder," Harry said wonderingly.
"What?" Ginny asked alertly, she looked guilty for what Harry already knew about.
"No wonder you and Greg—have become good friends," Harry chewed thoughtfully.
"Oh, yeah, yeah," Ginny nodded frantically, feeling relieved.
About half an hour later, Greg decided to depart, as soon as he left out the door, Ginny sat frozen, pretending to take the small bits of spaghetti from her fork that kept slipping off her fork before she plopped them into her mouth.
"Ginny, you're dead meat," Harry watched her from the kitchen, as he stuffed the left over ground meat he had made meat balls from into the freezer. He bustled next to her, grabbing her plate and throwing it onto the floor as it shattered into pieces…
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Okay, so I know that wasn't the best chapter or whatever! But I promise to you that the next one will take your breath away, as Ginny and Harry---ohh, I won't say..lol
The more reviews I get, the quicker I will update—soo review review review my dear readers!
The reason why it took me forevr to update was b/c the reviews I got for my chapter kept shrinking every time I updated. Sooo…if you want me to update faster, make sure to review!
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YOUR Writing-Faerie!