Another day, Another buck.
A/N: Hola chikas! (And men, if there any that are coocoo enough to read this story.) I'm telling you now that this is sooooo not my personal view of Ginny. I'm making her like this since my best friend HAS A DEADLY OBSESSION OVER HER (not good)
Recap:
''So I guess that means we're both single.'' Hermione smiled, and George's heart lept for a second.
''Yeah.'' he leaned in, closer closer closer closer...
''Oh shit! Look at the time- I better get going George! I swear I'll pass by in a couple days to say hi!'' and she apparated away. With a sigh, George picked up the now empty platter of food and brought it to the kitchen. What had he been thinking?
Chapter 5: Ginny's threat
"I hope you know what you're getting into Herms." Hermione's best girlfriend warned her once again as she fixed her hair in the mirror.
"Now Ginny, I have absolutely no idea what you're hinting at!" she laughed half-heartedly and a bit too quickly for Ginny to believe the obvious and somewhat pitiful lie.
"I saw George yesterday." The redhead stomped to the door and put her hands to her hips, forbidding Hermione to leave until they were thoroughly done. "And no Missy, don't you dare give me that innocent look of yours!" She grinned despite herself. "Yes, my brother loves you deeply… and I know that both of you somewhat want to restart this 'relationship' that you had before… before the war." For a second, she almost seized talking at the thought of the final battle, the thought of her brothers… and then she shook her head. It was done, over with. "But what about your job? You know as well as I do that George would forbid it. And America? Did you forget your 'mystery guy' enough to let my brother overcome this opportunity? You do know that if he is serious enough, he might hire you… personally. Now if you had a contract with someone that rich, you'd be known within months! Plus, you'd be able to pay your share of the rent and buy some new make up. I mean, you do look horrid with that-"
"Ok Ginny, that's enough!" Hermione thankfully cut the girl off. "Please do remember that you were the one that chose my makeup in the first place. And since when do you not care about George's feelings? I thought he was your favorite brother! Weren't you happy when we were together? Don't you want me to be happy?" she panted, tired out. With a building feeling of guilt, she blinked through her thick eyelashes towards her best friend, who looked pretty flushed and surprised.
"George… well, George has changed ever since you were in a coma. I don't think he's the kind of guy for you. If you keep working on the other hand, you might end up as that guy's mistress!" she grinned, and Hermione's guilt vanished.
"You know what Gin? You're the one that's changed! And no, I wasn't planning on becoming a prostitute for some random rich poof! All you care about is yourself. You're such a selfish, heartless and pig-headed overconfident slut!" She shoved her ex-best friend aside and stomped outside onto the busy street. With a 'pop'! she was gone.
Draco Malfoy stomped around the room rapidly, his breaths deep and ragged as he tried to calm himself down. Like an angry child missing his favorite toy, he grabbed the nearest vase and threw it against the wall, smashing it into tiny pieces.
"Drake?" his thoughts were blurred by Blaise Zabini sitting on his bed. "We have found out that the lady you seek is not going to work at Trinity's anymore. She has quit. We have managed to find out though, that the initials of her name are HG. This is all they would tell us." Blaise grinned, and Draco cracked a small smile.
"Thanks dude. Hey, how long have you been there?" Blaise grinned, and shrugged.
"About… ten minutes or so. I knocked, and your house elf answered. I opened the door, and you didn't notice. So I decided to sit and watch. You're quite amusing actually." Draco hit him playfully on a the shoulder.
"We have to find that girl." And the two left together the Ministry department. With some luck, they'd be allowed to view the documents containing the list of all the wizards and witches in England.
Hermione slumped on the bed and whimpered silently. The door creaked open, and through her teary eyes she saw a blur of George Weasley making his way towards his bed.
"What's wrong?" he held her close to his body, and she wiped her eyes and looked firmly at him. "Hermione?" and she leaned up, closing the space between them. George responded happily, pulling by the waist on top of him. She just smiled in the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. How it felt good to be in safe arms again.
A/N: OK I know you all want to kill me! I know the votes are for Draco, but a kiss doesn't mean anything… right? Come on, keep voting!
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