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"So, 'Mione, when are you and Ron going to have your first date? I was thinking we could make it a double. I know that might make it easier for you." I told her and then realized that I have no one to double with. Crap why do I always talk before I think? And why am I such I nice friend that would even offer to do something like that? I mean really who wants to got on a double date with their brother? Oh I know who, no one. That's who. Hmm, I could always ask Dave, from work he seems like a nice guy, oh wait, I think he's married. Well maybe we could still go out? I could pay him and then it would be fair. No, stupid Ginny that's morally wrong and you don't need to pay someone to go out with you. Oh my gosh you are such a moron. I mean seriously to think that I would have to pay someone to go out with me is completely and totally idiotic. Well, I guess it wasn't that stupid of an idea, after all I'm not as gorgeous as I used to be. Okay Ginny that is enough talking to your self, or rather arguing with yourself, I think Hermione is about to speak.
"That would be-" She was immediately cut off when she randomly stood up and began to dance uncontrollably, and forgive me for saying, Hermione was not the best dancer in the world.
For a moment I looked at her wondering why in the world she was randomly dancing in the middle of our living room. Then I remembered the potion I put in her lemonade. I began to laugh uncontrollably, which probably wasn't the best idea because now she probably thinks I did something to her drink. Which I know I did but it probably isn't very good if she knows I did. And sure enough as soon as her dancing stops she looks, excuse me, glares at me straight in the eye.
Lets just say I could not get out of that room fast enough. I ran out of the living room, out of the house, and kept running until I was halfway down the street and realized she wasn't chasing me.
I sit down on the curb to catch my breath and debate on whether or not I should go back home just yet.
Are you mental you can't go home yet. She'll murder you.
Ahh but she can't speak or she'll start dancing.
She doesn't know that.
Yeah but she is a smart witch I think she'll figure it out.
Probably but still, do you think not being able to speak will stop her from hurting you?
She won't be able to say any spells.
Yeah but she can do a lot of other things.
Okay, you do have a point there.
I'm you so technically, your the one who made the point.
Hey, your, I mean, I'm right. That ,makes me feel pretty smart.
I smiled a little and then realized I probably shouldn't be smiling at the fact that I just called myself smart. It's not something most people smile about. But then again I'm not like most people.
I stood up, ready to face my doom, and calmly walked back home. Okay so it was more like a nervous brisk, not a calm walk, but would you be calm if you were about to face your doom? I didn't think so.
I step inside and Hermione is back on the couch reading, I take this as a sign that she might not be mad. And then I remember who we're dealing with and I know she's still mad.
"'Mione, I am sorry but I had to get you back for making me fall in chocolate cake and I thought this would be perfect." Now don't think I went soft or anything because I didn't. I was just tired of this war and thought that there were better ways to spend my time then scheming against Hermione. Okay you caught, I really only wanted to end the war because Hermione was smarter then me and could think of some better ways to get me back. Yeah, I know she seems innocent and nice, but let me tell you, she isn't. Yeah she had most of Gryffindor thinking she was all goody-two-shoes back in our Hogwarts days. Especially with all the S.P.E.W stuff, that was just a conniving act on Hermione's part. It was very thought out and incredibly well done so that many people believed her to be totally innocent and would never harm a fly. But I was one of the lucky ones that was able to see through the whole act. And see her for what she really was, a conniving little ...conniver. I know, I know, I'm not very good with insults. I've heard it all before. Especially from Malfoy. Oh how he used to torment me about being poor money wise and poor at coming up with insults. But that is way beside the point, that's like if the point was America, that is China. If that makes any sense at all. Which it probably doesn't.
"Ginny, I found the antidote to the potion in your bag. So I'm not mad but can we call it a truce. She held her hand out for me to shake it but I was a little hesitant. I grabbed her hand and examined it from all angles.
"What are you doing now Gin?" she asked annoyed. Well excuse me for being protective of my welfare.
"Just making sure your hands are clean." I reply and then shake her hand.
"Ginny eat something." Ron pushed a plate full of food in my direction, but I wasn't hungry. Ron had taken us all out to dinner. Us meaning Me, Ron, Hermione, and dun, dun dun, Harry Bloody Potter. Doesn't that figure. That since Hermione and Ron are now together they sit on the same side of the table, leaving me to sit next to the Disrupter of the Universe.
Oh and it just gets better. We are out eating together because we are celebrating. Celebrating what? You ask. Celebrating the fact that Harry Potter just got a new job. And he got the job of Head of the Magical Games and Sports Department. Normally I would be happy for his promotion, but not since I work as his secretary now. I've had the same job as secretary for the Head of Magical Games and Sports for like 2 years now and Harry walks in the door for a day and gets to be my boss. I swear the whole world is trying to make my life miserable.
Monday morning came and let's just say I wasn't very happy. This was to be my first day with Mr. Potter as my boss. I trudged downstairs and had my breakfast of sugar-coated cereal. Today I didn't even respond to Hermione's "your going to get fat and die" speech. As soon as I was done, I apparated to work. I walked into my office and gasped. Everything was gone. My desk, my filing cabinets, my lamp, my bulletin board that was once covered with pictures of Harry and then replaced with important memos, everything was gone.
"Who was the thick headed, pea-brained, rat that took my desk?" I asked, or rather screamed to everyone in the vicinity. No one answered so I just continued.
"I am not going to be mad at you if you confess to me personally. All right I'll be less mad if you confess personally. Okay you got me if you confess personally I will perform the bat-bogey hex on you until you go into insanity and murder yourself by jumping out the window and then I'll use your head as a door holder. But if you don't confess I'll find out who you are and the punishment will be worse, much worse. Mark my words." I glare threateningly at the crowd that has gathered and some people start to back away in fright. I love having that affect on people. The only person who isn't looking at me and fearing for my sanity is Mr. Potter. He is just standing there practically on the floor laughing at me. I walk over to him and when I get within an inch of his face I make my voice into one of those death whispers my mum always uses.
"Why are you laughing at me Potter you don't seem to understand the importance of the matter at hand."
"Well, Gin if you'd kindly follow me, I will escort you to your new office." He says after he somewhat controls his laughter.
"What do you mean 'my new office'?" I'm almost afraid to know the answer to my question.
"Well you see I decided to give you a new, better, office. It's just down the hall and it's a good size larger then this one. With a view." I opened my mouth to say something else but he cuts me off. "I know what you're going to ask, you're going to ask why I did this. But I did it so that you and I could have closer offices and in turn be able to spend more time together." After he says that last part a few people around us ooh and aww, but I want to gag.
"What are you 'awwing' about?" I ask the crowd."I don't want to be closer to Potter here. I want to be farther away. In fact I would rather have my office be the janitor's closet three floors up then next to him." I say indicating to Harry. I face him hoping to see the look of hurt in his eyes but instead I see the look of knowing. Which is never good.
"You don't have a choice Ginny. I'm your boss and you have to do what I say, so if I want you to have a better office you have to take it." He smirks at me when he finishes talking. I hate it when he smirks. It's this look that just says "I beat you Gin and there is nothing you can to about it so there." I really hate his smirk. He turns on his heels and leaves in the direction of his office and my new one. I reluctantly follow.
When we get to my new office, he opens the door for me and smiles as I walk past him. I in turn give him the finger and slam the door in his face. I can almost see his smirk through the door. So I open it to tell him to go to his own office, but when I open the door I don't see Harry. Instead I see Dobby the house-elf standing there.
"Do you need something Dobby?" I ask. It's amazing how I can just change my attitude from rude to nice. It's just a special gift I have I guess. Like the time a few months ago back when Harry and I were unfortunately going out I was very mad at my brother for some reason and then Harry came and I wasn't mad anymore. Although now that I think about it I did accidently hit him with a frying pan that was aimed for Ron. Oh well, Harry probably deserved it.
"Miss? Are you alright Miss?" Dobby asked waving a hand in front of my face.
"Oh yeah I'm all right. Just spaced out I guess. But anyway did you need something Dobby?"
"Yes Dobby was told to become Ginny Weasley's work-elf and to help her with anything she needs." He smiled proudly at me and I knew that this was the work of Mr. Potter.
I brushed past Dobby and marched straight into Mr. Potter's office.
"Mr. Potter you cannot just randomly give people work-elves. Especially me and I refuse to accept him!" I yelled at Mr. Potter.
"Ginny I can give you anything I want and I want to give you Dobby. And I am your boss so if you don't accept him I can fire you." And cue the incredibly annoying smirk. Yup here it comes, I swear he does it just to annoy me.
"More like raving lunatic who's only purpose in life is to make me miserable and probably performed the imperious curse on the minister of magic to get the job of my boss." I mumble under my breath.
"What was that Ginny?" Mr. Potter asks.
"Nothing Mr. Potter." I say in a fake sweet voice and put on my most fake smile.
"What's with the Mr. Potter? Why don't you call me Harry anymore.?" He asks.
"Oh you lost your first name privileges a long time ago buddy. And you ain't getting them back any time soon." With that I turn on my heel and storm out of the room. This is going to be a long day.
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