Chapter 1: Interrupted

Ginevra Weasley sat at her desk aimlessly sorting through papers, picking out what was good enough to show to her boss. Ginny was secretary for Billius McGregor, head journalist of the Daily Prophet. It seemed that finding good stories these days were hard to find. Ever since the end of the war (which of course ended with Harry Potter defeating Voldemort, big surprise) things in the wizarding world have been dull. So far the most exciting story Ginny saw today was about some new law about the treatment of house elves.

Sighing, Ginny looked at the clock. Three fifty-two. Only an hour and a half until she was free. Her pile of notes was only about three high now.
Eloise Schmitz: Smitty our Tabby cat is missing. Please Floo for information on his whereabouts. Reward offered.

Ginny placed this in the pile to show her boss. The last two were rubbish and Ginny put them in her bottom drawer to write letters of rejection. She walked slowly and surely to her boss's door and knocked three times.

"Come in." a deep baritone voice called out.
"Mr. McGregor these are some prospective articles." Ginny said softly as not to irritate him. She placed them in the little file drawer where they always go and turned and left the room. When she was at the door Mr. McGregor's voice rang out.

"Please call Sophia and tell her dinner is at seven thirty now. And please call IL gusto dell' Italia and ask them to move our reservations to that time. You do speak Italian do you not?"

"I do sir." Grumbling Ginny walked back to her desk and picked up the phone. She started to flip through her number cards until she found Sophia McGregor. She picked the home number and dialed. The phone rang four times before the answering machine picked up.

"Hello, Mrs. McGregor, this is Ginny. I am just calling to inform you that your dinner reservations have been pushed back to seven thirty. I'll call your cell phone." Mrs. McGregor didn't answer herself either and it pissed Ginny off. That was one of her biggest pet peeves, when you call someone and they don't answer, especially if it's their cell phone.

"Stupid women." Ginny said scathingly then picked up the phone once again to call the restaurant.

"Operator? Yes, Can you get me the Il gusto dell' Italia, in Italy please. Thank you."

"Ciao, the IL gusto dell' Italia." A rather high pitched voice said on the other line.
"Ciao Questa è segretaria di Billius McGregor. Dobbiamo la prenotazione essere spostati stasera verso sette trenta." Ginny said fluently.

"La stessa tabella?" The man on the other end replied.

"Sì per favore."

"Interamente regolar. Avere una sera piacevole."

"Grazie. Voi anche."

The clock read four fifteen when Ginny looked at it again. She sighed and started working on those letters. "Dear Ms. Heartstrang, I regret to inform you that your idea for an article is not what we're looking for at the Daily Prophet"

At exactly five thirty-one Ginny Weasley walked into her flat. Taking off her snow covered shoes, Ginny looked around and sighed. The house needed to be cleaned. It was a pigsty. Magazines, books, blankets were everywhere. She set to work. By seven o'clock both the living room and the kitchen were spotless. They were rooms Hermione would be proud of. Tea was just what she needed. A kettle was already on the stove. Ginny filled it with water and waited for it to be ready. She reached into her cabinet and pulled out her favorite mug. It was a gift from her grandmother. Granna Cedrella had it made from a picture of them together. A week after that Granna died. Ginny's always kept this cup near and dear to her heart. She almost killed Ron when he broke it until she realized she was a witch and could fix it.

After the delicious lemon tea, it was time for a relaxing bath. The bathroom was spotless. Of course, it was Ginny's only refuge. The one place she could really relax. She turned that water to a warm setting then turned off all the lights. She stumbled over to the wall and pulled out her lighter. She then went on to light fifteen candles of three different, complementary, scents. She slid her body into the warm water. Pulling out her wand off of the floor she did a quick spell to turn the radio on. She got to relax a whole five minutes before the phone rang.

"Dammit." She exclaimed as she got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around herself. She walked quickly into room to catch the call before her answering machine picked up.

"Hello?" She said obviously pissed off at being interrupted and trying to relay that onto the caller.

"Gin, I'm coming over."

"Harry I'm-"

"This is important be ready." He rudely cut her off then hung up.

"Bastard." She whispered then she too hung up.

She got dressed and drained the bathtub, resolving to just take a shower after Harry left. No less than thirty seconds there was a knock on her door and Ginny went and answered it.

"I'm surprised you knocked."

"Stop being a bitch and let me in." Harry said as he pushed past her. Ginny slammed the door shut trying to show how pissed she really was.

"Gin, I was taking a walk with Ron earlier and I passed one of those muggle newspaper things and guess what I saw on the headlines." Ginny just gave him a blank look.

"Romilda Vane is dead." Harry said slowly. Ginny just kept giving him the blank look. Is he serious? He interrupted my bath for that? I could care less about hat hag. Stupid stalker. Ginny shook her head then walked towards the door. She opened it and gave Harry a pointed look. A look Harry knew too well. He walked slowly but surely up to her and grabbed the sides of her face. He kissed her slowly at first and then more passionately. When he pulled away he just looked deep into her cinnamon brown eyes.

"I love you, Gin." She rolled her eyes and closed the door. He gave her that beautiful smile. He kissed her again and again. She grabbed his hands and led him upstairs, smiling all the way.

The next morning she woke up and rolled over smiling slightly. She noticed that the bed was empty, and frowned. She should have expected this. He never sticks around. Crying softly she went into the bathroom determined to get her relaxing bath.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters. Only the plot my dear friends.