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CHAPTER 3
"Hermione, I don't think I can take working with him any longer." Ginny moaned desperately as she paced around in her trailer.
"Ginny, you have to relax. You haven't even done any scenes together yet!"
"It's his presence! He ominously towers over everybody." Ginny said stonily.
"Ginny, you're overreacting." Hermione huffed in frustration. "He's getting along famously with everyone!"
"That's because he's flirting with every bloody girl on the set." Ginny replied through gritted teeth as she furiously snapped a quill (which curiously appeared in her hand out of nowhere) in two.
Hermione looked at her friend, only half amused. If she didn't know any better, she'd say that Ginny Weasley was jealous.
As if she had realized how petty she was being, Ginny sighed and sank into the fluffy arm chair.
"This is frustrating." She said morosely.
Hermione looked at her friend sadly. She hadn't exactly acted like the bundle of joy and charm she was ever since the divorce. Hermione recalled what had happened to Ginny after the divorce sadly. It took a few weeks before Ginny would come out of her room, and when she did, she didn't smile, didn't laugh, didn't talk…the "old" Ginny was replaced by a stoic Ginny who only got into relationships with wizards she didn't like just so she could claim that she had "moved on".
"It will be over before you know it, Gin." Hermione said soothingly as she rubbed the red head's back. "Just think about the Golden Cauldron."
"Yeah, you're right." Ginny sighed again and sat in front of her dresser to cast charms on her face to make it look fresher.
Hermione grimly noted that Ginny had never needed to cast re-freshening charms on herself before the divorce.
Draco dourly watched Ginny smile at a young man warmly when he had asked for her autograph. Watched her laugh and throw the besotted male a lopsided grin. Watched as she scribbled something on a piece of paper for him and watched them get a picture taken together.
He turned around when he heard someone tutting behind his back.
"You again. Do you have anything better than follow me around all day?" Draco said impassively.
"I'm your manager, Draco. I haven't a choice." Blaise smirked at him. "Watching the little Weasel again? She looks exceptionally delectable today, wouldn't you agree?"
Draco could've smacked his friend right then and there. Instead, he looked at his friend stonily and said, "No, I wouldn't."
Blaise cackled. "You're such a pansy ass, Malfoy. Stubborn as always." Then he left the brooding young actor alone, cackling all the way.
"Kind of reminds me of Hogwarts, don't you think?" Blaise called over his shoulder with a wink before continuing on his merry way.
The Slytherin boys were having another one of those dinner discussions that bored Draco Malfoy immensely.
"Did you see the rack on that Hufflepuff girl? The dishwater blond with the pug nose and horrible teeth. What was her name again?" Luke Copperweb said, looking up at the ceiling, as if the answer would miraculously descend from the heavens.
"Helen or Samantha. One or the other. Doesn't matter if she wasn't that attractive." Blaise's bored tone permeated the air.
"Whatever. I bet 5 galleons that those suckers are fake." Luke proposed wickedly.
"Oh believe me, Copperweb. They are." Pansy said. Why Pansy knew this or why she even joined in on their discussion, Draco hadn't the faintest. But then again, he couldn't care any less.
"How do you know?" Goyle shot the girl a curious, almost threatening look.
"I just know." Pansy shot him any icy glare. All the rest of the Slytherins knew better than to doubt Pansy when she started her sentence with an "Oh believe me". She wasn't as dumb as people thought she was. In fact, she was one of the wittiest girls in Hogwarts.
Crabbe decided to put his two knuts in. "If you ask me, the She-Weasley has got the whole package. Great boobs, great ass, long, long legs…"
Draco shot Crabbe a look of disgust when his eyes glazed over.
"Oh definitely. What was her name again? Gilly, was it?" Luke asked, being the perpetual name forgetter.
"It's Ginny." Draco shot him the ignorant fool a withering glare.
Luke held his hands up in defense. "Not my fault I can't remember her name. I could probably bed her in a day."
For some reason that Draco could not comprehend, he wanted to beat the crap out of Copperweb for that comment. And maybe feed his remains to the dangerous creatures that dwelled in the Forbidden Forest.
"I doubt it. Someone like Ginny Weasley would never go for you." Pansy looked at the Slytherin boy distastefully. "She may be poor but you will never, ever be good enough for Ginny Weasley."
"Well, that ponce Thomas seems to think he's good enough for her." Luke grumbled.
The group swiveled around to look, subtly of course.
The foolish boy seemed to be trying to come on to Ginny, touching her excessively and flirting shamelessly. Ginny, on the other hand, looked royally pissed, and by the flush in her face and the glint in her eye, it seemed like she was ready to blow.
The group took a collected intake of breath when they saw Dean's hand brush against Ginny's chest. Ginny looked like she could've burned a whole continent, hell, even a whole planet down by just glaring at it.
"Oh, he's in for it now." Pansy cackled cruelly.
Ginny stood up and turned to tower over him painfully slowly, which was a feat for someone of her height (a mere 5'2), given the fact that Dean was one of the tallest boys in Gryffindor. But he seemed to shrink even more by the withering glare Ginny shot him.
"Get your fucking hands off me, Thomas!" Dean's punch in the nose followed soon afterwards. Not looking satisfied just yet, Ginny grabbed her wand and hexed Dean on the spot. Almost immediately, his hands started swelling and growing boils. Very disgusting indeed.
The group of Slytherins (minus Malfoy, for some reason) started laughing. Oh, if you had just seen the look in Dean's face when he realized that he was done for.
Ginny's chair screeched backwards, and she soon stormed out of the Great Hall, which was uncharacteristically silent, save the cruel laughter that came from the Slytherin table. The professors themselves looked as surprised as the rest of the student body.
Moments after, Ron's chair tumbled backwards when he found out what exactly Dean had done to deserve such a painful blow in the nose from his sister. He practically flew over to Dean's place and appeared to be ready to beat Dean bloody, and he would've done it too, if Professor McGonagall hadn't come and stop him.
Ron may not have gotten to beat Dean up (much to his dismay and Dean's short lived relief), but later that night, a certain silver-haired Slytherin was able to do it for him.
Ginny reclined in her seat, wearing nothing but a yellow bikini, and took a long, slow slip of her drink. She enjoyed relaxing by the pool, and decided she could bathe in the rays of the sun while thumbing through the pages of a magazine.
Out of nowhere, something invisible clamped over her mouth and what felt like an arm circled around her waist. Her heartbeat sped up when she felt someone's breath on her neck. She reached for her wand but was horrified to see that it wasn't there. She spent some time thrashing around wildly, but a quick stunning spell was muttered and she instantly froze. Moments after, she disappeared from the scene.
"CUT!"
Draco and Ginny reappeared, instantly taking a step away from each other when Draco released Ginny's waist.
"That was good." Mrs. Henshaw commented. "But try to do it again, and this time Ginny, try not to be so tense while relaxing by the pool? Okay, from the top of the scene please."
Ginny paled. They had to do the scene again? She didn't think she could take another second trapped in Draco's arms, even if he was invisible. She could feel his breath on her neck for Merlin's sake! And who could blame her for feeling so tense while relaxing by the pool? How could she relax while she was anticipating the touch of her ex-husband?
12 takes later, both Ginny and Draco were more than ready to call it a day.
"Mrs. Henshaw seems to be a perfectionist." Blaise commented lightly when Draco stormed into his trailer.
"A perfectionist? That woman is actually enjoying our torture!" Draco practically yelled at Blaise.
"Torture? So you didn't enjoy wrapping your arms around Ginny Weasley?" Blaise leaned forward in his chair, looking amused already, and the conversation had hardly even started yet.
"Shut up, Zabini." Draco hissed.
"Okay, okay. I was just asking." Blaise laughed. "But for the record, Mrs. Henshaw wasn't the only one who enjoyed your 'torture'." Draco wanted to swat Blaise's hands for using air marks over the word 'torture' so mockingly.
"I told you to shut up." Draco repeated in a dangerously calm tone.
"Okay, I'm shutting up now." Blaise strode out of the trailer. The last thing he wanted was to be hexed by Malfoy for teasing him about Ginny again, even though it was so pathetically obvious that he still wasn't over her.
Ginny fluttered around her trailer, obviously in distress. Draco had touched her. Draco. Had. Touched. Her.
She wasn't sure why heart was thrashing around so violently inside her chest, or why her skin tingled under his touch, but she was sure that it had something to do with not eating/sleeping right and disgust.
"Oh come on, Ginny. Relax! You're forgetting that you have to actually kiss and whatnot? I think you even have an, erm, intimate scene together?" Hermione just had to remind her.
She visibly turned pale, and thought that she might throw up. Malfoy was going to do more than breathe down her neck, or cup his hand over her mouth, or hold her around her waist. He was going to shove his tongue in her mouth, and they were going to have an intimate scene together. Ginny shuddered. She couldn't take this.
Do it for the award. The award. Ginny reminded herself frantically. The award was the reason she had accepted the role in the first place. No doubt Draco was after the same thing. Unless he was just trying to spite her by accepting the role as well. Ginny's temper flared at the thought. How dare he! She wasn't going to let Draco Malfoy get in the way of her award. Yes, yes. Just a few more months to go, and she would be able to wrap her pretty fingers around the coveted award. All she needed was a strong stomach and a thorough body scrub everyday to keep Malfoy's germs off her, and she was good to go.
Ginny sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Just a few more months to go.