Pardon my violent language. IF you find the world 'fuck' extremely and unbearably violating and offensive, don't bother. You'll die of a heart attack. Actually, it's not too bad.
OOOOO
Save me.
There is a red-headed monster (no, not me, arsehole) in a little office right around the corner of my little cubicle at work. She's about 3 centimeters taller than I am and has brown eyes.
Her name is Penelope Clearwater.
Beware.
She's a foul creature; controlling, manipulative, too-smart, insensitive, CRUEL and EVIL.
My mother told me that "hate" was a nonexistent feeling and that if you really don't like someone, it's called "extreme dislike."
But, I think my mother made a mistake. There's no person in the world that I HATE more than Penelope Clearwater, except our own dear Draco Malfoy. But please, saying the name gives me shivers and I dare say, I can't risk getting sick.
But, ah, Penelope Clearwater.
Received an outstanding 9 OWL's (Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Herbology, Arithmacy, Defense against the dark arts, Astronomy, History of Magic, Care of Magical creatures) and 7 NEWT's (Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Defense against the dark arts, Herbology, Arithmacy, Astronomy) She really has no life. Head Girl, and from the famous Ravenclaw house of Hogwarts.
Did I mention? She's my boss. She's the Opinion Editor of the Daily Prophet and she has been for five years (maybe this is why our subscriptions have lowered so much.)
She's a real bitch.
If you ever have the misfortunes to meet her, tell her that Ginny Weasley says "hi" and that Ginny Weasley hates her guts to death.
-Ginny Weasley, Daily Prophet.
"What the bloody hell is this?" Ginny asked half angrily and half curiously.
"Flowers. Red roses, to be exact. Miss Weasley, is it true that you and Dr-"
"Who the fuck gave me bloody red roses in middle of June?"
"Well first, could you verify one thing for me?" Rose asked timidly with a small grin on her face.
"What." Ginny asked sharply, causing Rose to flinch.
"Is it true that you and Draco Malfoy are dating?"
"…hold on." Ginny murmured, falling in her chair.
Dear Ginny, my love.
Thank you… for everything.
Love ALWAYS,
Draco Malfoy
A string of curses rolled off Ginny's tongue smoothly, making Rose blush and a few fellow writers around her to either drop their bagels or have a quick spasm.
"I've always admired the Weasley's language." A voice drawled from her door.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?"
"To see you… how'd you like the flowers, dear?" Draco Malfoy smirked, carefully plucking off a silky crimson petal off a rose.
"Hated them. Disgusting. Hideous. Repulsive. Worst idea you've ever had, not like you've had any good ones to start with."
"I knew you'll like them." Draco leaned a little on the chair opposite of Ginny. "But really, I've been meaning to thank you for a while now. On agreeing to take on this rather… let's say…"
"Humiliating task? Well you're welcome but actually, love, it's Penelope you should be thanking. She's the one who let you do this to me. She's the one who let you ruin me." Ginny said icily.
"Oh, don't worry about her being left out. Now, I've got our day all planned out."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, why else would I make you date me, Weasley? Because I want to? It's to publicly humiliate you. To make you the biggest hypocrite of our times…" Draco said, slapping today's Daily Prophet on her desk. On the cover was an old picture of Ginny Weasley when she first applied to work. She was smiling at the camera, once in a while giving a cold face and whining about how her face was getting tired. On the other side was Draco Malfoy, shaking hands with the minister of magic. In large bold letters, the newspaper read:
Romeo and Juliet… With a twist?
Juliet has publicly dissed and belittled Romeo in her brutal columns, but are these two actually lovers?
"Who… did you… you TOLD THEM?"
"How else would it get out?"
"How much did you tell? What story did you feed them?"
"We've been dating secretly for a year and last month, we got in an argument and 'took a break.' You were so mad at me that you began to write those articles to spite me. But I didn't really yet tell them that we're really dating. They'll find out today."
Ginny almost didn't want to ask. "What's… what's happening today?"
"You'll see." Draco said, standing up, grabbing Ginny's hand and pulling her struggling body out of her cubicle and down the halls and to the emergency stairs toward the back of the landing. Ginny barely heard Rose mutter very loudly, "So the rumors are true…"
"Let me GO!"
"Come on baby… don't fight."
"I bloody hell will. Watch me."
"Maybe later. Right now, we need to go public." Draco said, leading her down the main hall, closer and closer to the exit, where he knew news reporters and journalists will bombard them.
Ginny began to talk nervously behind him. "Is this why you went out the emergency stairs? So that we can make this grand exit into the public? Pathetic, I tell you. You are a real right bastard."
Draco smirked and pushed open the glass doors. Immediately, a swarm of Ginny's fellow writers and journalists surrounded them.
"Miss Weasley! Are the rumors true? Are you really dating Draco Malfoy? Your all-time enemy and your constant object of humiliation?"
"Oh, good morning, Jack." Ginny muttered.
Ginny felt her cheeks growing hotter and redder. Not only was it humiliating to be standing there hand in hand with Draco Malfoy, but she was being bombarded with questions by the pushiest journalists alive… and they were her friends, her work buddies. Soon, her insides filled with betrayal and embarrassment that now, these people who shared the same work building as her… they'll never look at her the same way…
"What was the reason behind your constant beating at Mr. Malfoy?"
She began to feel the utter most loathing for Draco Malfoy. She KNEW these people who asked her these questions! The one who was currently pushing the camera up her nose was a good friend and colleague, Colin Creevey, who she always adored and admired and there he was, taking nonstop pictures of them. Not only was she beginning to become irritated at herself, she began to see these people and friends in a new angle that she never really ever wanted to see them in. She knew they were actually fantastic people but now… she'll never be able to see them the same way.
She didn't have time to stall because in one decisive crack, she was gone.
He had apparated both of them to Three Broomsticks…
Thankfully, Draco didn't say a word to her as he led her to a corner booth and hid themselves behind a lovely exotic plant.
Ginny began to feel tears welling up in her eyes… wondering what she ever did to deserve this… she hated Penelope Clearwater more than ever.
"What do you want?" Draco asked.
"Nothing."
"Can we have two butter beers please?" Draco told Madame Rosmerta as she walked by.
They drank in peace and silence, but Ginny didn't care much for she was so involved in the thoughts of the morning. Feeling the tears dangerously close to escaping, she quickly ducked, pretending to try to find something from inside her jean pockets.
Exhaling a small sigh and sniff, Ginny put 8 sickles on the table, grabbed her butter beer and left, leaving Draco sitting there alone, staring after her. As she dashed by the window, his gaze never left her and she thought she saw him smile.
"Evil bastard."
Ginny wandered around Hogsmeade longer. She kept herself hidden well, walking quickly and close to the sides and her hair covered under the fraying gray hood of her jacket. There was something about taking a stroll down Hogsmeade that always seemed to lighten her dark, moody moods.
"Ginny?"
Ginny turned around from the new broom polishing kit in the Quidditch store to find the most mesmerizing green eyes and untidy black hair staring at her.
"Harry."
"Hey, it's great to see you. How are you?" He asked.
"Potter, you know bloody well how I am right now. Been reading the Daily Prophet lately?"
Harry gave her a perplexed and taken back look and grinned. "Me? Harry Potter? Read the Daily Prophet?"
Ginny thought back for a moment before laughing shakily. "Oh, yeah. I forgot who I was talking to. Of course… after all the loads of crap they've written about you."
"So, what's up?"
"Um… I've been better." Ginny said.
"You look troubled." Harry said, frowning slightly. Yay for Harry Potter to be motherly caring.
"Well so would you if you found out that you were suddenly dating Draco Malfoy."
"You WHAT? YOU'RE DATING WH-"
"Keep it down, Harry. Are you trying to spread the news to Africa?"
"How in the world did this happen? You hate him! I read your columns!"
"Seriously? I'm touched."
"It's the only thing worth reading, although you didn't HAVE to write that one article about me…"
"The public need, the public gets." Ginny smiled. "But really… you read my articles?"
"And the horoscopes. Blimey, way to find interest in them after Trewalney."
"Be careful on what you say, Potter… I might write about it next time… maybe more people will read it once they know that YOU read it. The great Harry Potter… Would you like to be my advertisement?"
"Not particularly, no. Anyways, Ginny, you're switching the topic…"
"I get that a lot. Especially from Penelope. And mum."
"What is this about you and Malfoy?"
"Erm… I'd rather not say."
"Oh, come on. Tell me. Tell you what, come over to my place, have some coffee, and we'll talk about it."
"Erm… let me buy my polish first."
"Here, I'll get that for you." Harry said, getting out a few galleons.
"Thanks. I should meet you at stores more often. I haven't been very lucky these days, though. Why weren't you there when I bought my firebolt? You've always been so chivalrous. Sometimes, I really wonder why you're still single."
"You know what, Gin? Me too."
OOOOOOOOOO
I couldn't wait.
I think that I'll probably be updating this faster because I'm just so anxious to write more newspaper columns in the beginning. You know, those are my favorite part. I don't give a damn about the rest of the story.
So yeah… this chapter I wasn't as nice as the first one, but it was worth a shot. You know… a bit of the PUNISHMENT part of the story. Hahahahahaha.
And don't worry… it's not a HarryGinny fiction. Harry doesn't even LIKE Ginny. They're just friends. Gee, calm down.
So I know that most of you reviewed because I left on a cliff hanger, but this time, it's not, so I don't know how'll I'll do review-wise.
So please, let's break the superstition that leaving on a cliff hanger will get you more reviews.
Reader: "What superstition?"
Writer: "Mine. I just made it up. Isn't it nice?"
Well, review anyways or I will kill you all twice. Haha. I love you guys, really. Deep… deep… deep down there.
Haha, love always,
Youngwriter.
