Lustful Intentions
By: Le Noir de Adhara
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Zabini crashed against the table nearest the door, with a loud thud. He was half-drunk, wet, and mad at the witch that threw him to this side of the room. When he became sober, he was going to kill Ginny Potter, no matter how pregnant she was.
"Alright Zabini. I tolerated your behavior, even encouraged it. But this has gone far enough. What's this I hear about a prophecy?"
"The prophecy is none of your business."
Ginny scoffed, "Yeah, right. It's not my business the closest thing I've got to a sister might be in danger because of this. Now, I don't care what you say, you're going to tell me what this little prediction entails, or I'll make sure you can't reproduce."
Blaise was silent for a moment as he took this threat in. "You wouldn't dare."
"Oh, and I suppose Snape was captured simply because of my good looks?"
"You were the one who stopped him!" Blaise gaped at the redhead.
"Of course. Harry was a bit disappointed, but that git went to Azkaban in the end, didn't he?"
"Hmm." Blaise was smart; he wasn't going to talk.
"But I digress. Let's go somewhere a little moreā¦private, shall we?"
Blaise had an extremely bad feeling about this.
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Ginny and Blaise approached the small run-down shack in the marsh of South Louisiana with some trepidation. Jerrica the Misguided moved around a lot because she felt that Muggles were trying to find out about the magical world using satellites and neon blue bubble gum. If Ginny had known that she would be in swampy land at that point in time, Ginny would have waited to see Jerrica.
When the two companions (who weren't really companions at all) reached the door, Blaise timidly knocked. It was a few moments later when the door opened a tad.
"Ah, Zabini, I knew you were coming. I saw it in the crystal ball. But who is your little friend?" the woman purred.
"I'm Ginny Po- Weasley. But surely you knew that? After all, if you are really the Seer you claim to be, you should have foreseen."
"My dear, sometimes someone of my position does not wish to know these things. Surely you understand that to tell all would be to have everyone climbing into your life, trying to get a glimpse of their future?"
"Right. Well, I'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind?" Ginny looked skeptic.
"Of course," the woman hesitated, not sure if this was a good idea. She opened the door further to permit them access.
Jerrica had an elephant look about her. She was very massive, wearing robes of deep scarlet. Her dark hair was plastered to her head in what looked like stinksap, had close to ten scarlet earrings on one ear and two blue ones in the other. She had several different kinds of necklaces around her neck, but what was the most shocking accessory of all was the aluminum foil hat she wore upon her head. Ginny stood there and stared.
"Now, please, sit." The room in question was the barest one ever owned by a Seer to that date, Ginny reckoned, snapping out of her reverie. There were four chairs, three of them stiff-looking. The floor was covered in dirt, and a small tattered rug was placed beside the broken bed. It smelled like wet dog in there.
"Now, how can I help you? Find out the sex of your baby maybe?" the woman looked hopefully from Blaise to Ginny.
Ginny gasped. "NO! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! He is NOT the father."
Blaise looked disgusted.
The gypsy's face fell. "Oh, okay. Well, what can I do for you? I am a busy woman after all."
"Busy doing what? Ripping people off?" Ginny snorted, loud enough for all to hear. Jerrica scowled.
"Please, excuse the girl. She doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut."
"No, I just want my answers," sneered Ginny. "And I will have them." She turned to the woman. "What are the details about a prophecy made by you concerning Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger?"
Jerrica remained blank for several seconds. She finally replied, "I predict many prophecies. I cannot recall that particular one to mind."
"Hmm. Were you aware that you had made any one prophecy?"
"My dear, every Seer is aware of a prophecy they made! That's an insult!"
"Do you know if it was recorded?"
"Yes, it was."
"Was anyone there to hear it?"
"Ten people," Jerrica answered shortly.
"Hmm. Well, Jerrica, I do believe that you are a fraud," Ginny hesitated on the Seer's name.
"Where do you get an idea like that!" Jerrica answered indignantly. Blaise had his head in his hands.
Ginny sighed. "One, a Seer has no way of recognizing that they just made a prophecy, since they believe they simply dozed off and awoke with a start. Two, it can't possibly have been recorded because you didn't make a prophecy and because of that, no one was around to hear it. Now that we have established that there is no prophecy, I think it's safe to tell us why you are meddling with two separate people's lives!"
Jerrica laughed. "There's no way you'll get me to tell you."
Ginny stood and stared into the woman's eyes. Jerrica stared defiantly into Ginny's. Neither moved a muscle for who knew how long. Finally, Ginny smirked. "Thank you for that. It makes everything much easier."
Jerrica faltered. "What? What do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing much. I'm just a dabbler in Occlumency. I'll see you later. Oops, I'll see you never again. Ta-ta." Smiling into Jerrica's shocked face, she Disapparated with a pop.
Blaise stared weakly at the place where Ginny had once been. "I had nothing to do with this," He assured the older woman in a small voice, causing her to look upon Blaise in scorn. Blaise smiled weakly in the face of trouble. He knew he was in trouble now.
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Well, hope you're happy. It took me forever to get this out. First, my old computer crashed, and then Hurricane Katrina hit. Now, I'm preparing for Hurricane Rita, who's supposed to be coming for my area. Thank God I live about two hours away from the Louisiana coast, eh?
Don't expect me to post for a few days, maybe even a couple of weeks. It all depends on Rita and what she does. I'll try to post more soon.
Please keep in mind that we haven't seen the last of Jerrica the Misguided. She'll make a further appearance in later chapters. I know this doesn't provide a good grasp of the prophecy, but have no fear. This is a two-part chapter. I believe you'll get the prophecy details in the next one, if all works out the way I plan.
But for now, who thinks she really did make a prophecy, or is she just another fraud? Tell me your opinion in a review!
Le Noir de Adhara
P.S. Don't forget to check out and review my latest one-shot Play Dirty. Just click my author's link and go read it. Don't forget to leave a review as well!
