Why do we go to work?
It's a real hassle.
I don't feel like writing much today, truthfully. Do I have to find something to write about every single day?
One day, I'm going to run out of people to take down. But I'll still do it. I'll never quit until I've successfully broken each and every member of the ministry of magic. Or, I mean, the ones who are gits.
And I don't care if it takes me down as well.
I have a reputation to withhold and it will never wither. Because that's just who I am.
So you're going to have to accept that, Mr. Malfoy.
I am dating Draco Malfoy.
I am dating Draco Malfoy.
I am dating Draco Malfoy.
I am dating Draco Malfoy.
BUT, does it mean that I love him?
No.
Because I hate him. Still.
He's a right real bastard.
And nothing's going to change my mind.
The Weasley's have been known to be red-headed, friendly, muggle-loving purebloods who happen to be poor. But do you know what the Weasley's are also notorious for? Short temper, big dreams, and the most aggravating stubbornness you've ever seen.
And frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
Thank you for the roses, Malfoy
-Ginny Weasley, Daily Prophet.
"Really, I don't understand what you have against apparrating. I know it's bad but it's a shitload faster than walking to work everyday." Harry groaned, falling a bit behind Ginny on a busy London street.
"It's just hard for you because you never get any exercise. Unemployed… HAH! Just because you have enough money in your vault to last you 4 elegant lifetimes…"
"How much longer do we have?"
"We're almost there so just shut up… oh, shit."
"What is it? We still have a mile left?"
"No, we're here, it's just that…" Ginny pointed at the mob of people crowded at the entrance.
"Oh, for merlin's sake… they still haven't given up, haven't they?" Harry asked.
"Good thing you wanted desperately to escort me to work today…" Ginny muttered, flicking on a pair of retro large sunglasses. Harry wrapped a sturdy arm around her shoulder, curling her under his arms. He walked swiftly to the mob of reporters with his wand raised high, despite his heavily callused feet.
"I AM HARRY POTTER AND I DEFEATED VOLDEMORT. IF YOU DON'T GET OUT OF THE WAY, I'LL HEX YOU ALL TO OBLIVION." He roared. One lone camera flashed in the hesitant air until the crowd scattered away, screaming and cursing.
"Nice one, Harry. I suppose we should use the emergency doors… I wouldn't want any more reporters coming my way."
"What are you talking about? Nobody'll come for you. You saw what just happened, didn't you?" Harry asked, taking her into the main entrance. "What did I tell you yesterday, Ginny? Don't let this Malfoy jerk limit your privileges."
"Privileges? Like going to work through the main entrance. Wow… I never knew I was allowed to do that." However, there was no mistaking the fact that Harry proved to be a great shielding weapon. As more and more reporters began to come out, they quickly moved out of the way when they saw the boy who lived pointing his wand at them.
"Here we are…" He sighed as they rounded the corner to Ginny's office.
"Late to work, love?"
"You again?" Ginny cried exasperatedly.
Draco smirked. "Harry Potter… Why… I haven't seen you in…"
"Five years and I was hoping to keep it that way."
"Oh, well, I'm sorry that I've ruined your life now."
"Actually Malfoy, I'd have to say that I'm pretty darn used to you doing that now."
"Well good. Let's keep it that way, shall we? So… spent the night over at your precious little Potter's, love?"
"Yes. I did." Ginny huffed.
"Lovely. Well, I'm sure you had a swell time."
"A lot better than what I've had with you, thank you."
"You're most certainly welcome." Draco put his feet up on her desk, twirling one of her beautiful gray and sapphire quills. "Well, Potter, I believe your work here is done. Thank you for escorting Ginny all the way here."
"I'm not leaving, Malfoy, until you get out of Ginny's office."
"So controlling… how do you stand this git, Ginny?"
"After being with you all day, staying with a gorilla is ten times better."
"Ooh… gorillas fascinate me." Draco said excitedly.
"Get out, Malfoy." Harry said threateningly.
Draco paused, gazing into Ginny's midnight blue eyes. "No."
Harry held Ginny tighter. "Leave her alone, Malfoy. You'll end up being hurt in the end."
"No." Draco shrugged, tossing her quill gently back on her desk. "Never. Too fun."
"Hey, Malfoy, do you remember that bat-bogey hex I hit you with back several years ago?" Ginny piped.
"Perfectly."
"Well, it's about to happen again so leave."
"Oh, come on, Gin… I just wanted to talk. Have some tea. Here, sit down. You too, Potter. Let's paint our nails and talk about feelings."
"All right." Ginny sat down, conjured a few bottles of nail polish and began to color her nails electric red. "Here's my feeling number one. I hate you, Draco Malfoy. I really truly loathe you. Here's another feeling. You disgust me. You make me sick."
"Funny, love, you do the same thing to me." Draco said sarcastically, examining the petite glass bottle containing a misty pink color.
"Then why in the bloody hell did you want me to date you, Malfoy? I've wanted to ask you for ages now."
Draco shrugged. "I don't know… I guess I thought it was the best way to punish you. From past experiences, it seemed to me that humiliation was the worst thing you can do to a Weasley like you."
A vein seemed to pop in Ginny's skull and a few strands of hair began to stick up. Harry lunged at Draco. He leaned across the table and faced Draco
"Why you dirty scum… you think Weasleys are an embarrassment? HAH! Look at YOUR family, Malfoy… your father dying in Azkaban as a death eater, your mother…"
Before Harry knew it, Draco's hand was in Harry's hair.
"Malfoy, what the hell are you doing?" Harry said, frowning at the hand that rummaged around in Harry's nest of untidy black hair.
"You have white hair Potter. Here…" There was a slight tingling prick and Draco smiled, holding a piece of white hair about six centimeters long between his thumb and index finger.
Harry looked perplexed at Draco. By far, that was the most sporadic thing that had ever happened to him, and he was Harry Potter. Many random things happened to him often…
"Look, Malfoy… whatever the hell you were doing… just…" Ginny said, glancing back and forth at the two men before her.
Suddenly, Ginny reached across the desk mischievously and smiled as she watched Draco's eyes grow wide. She whipped out her hand from behind her and with all her strength, she gnashed at his face with her nails, four long red lines forming on his pale left cheek. Draco howled in pain as he cradled his own head in his arms.
"BLOODY HELL, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?"
"You're a real right bastard, Malfoy."
Draco moaned.
"And don't touch Harry's hair." She said, ushering a worried and reluctant Harry out, giving him a reassuring 'I-can-handle-him-myself' look.
She waved Harry good bye and turned around to face Draco, smiling widely.
"That's my job."
OOOOOOOOOO
Hi guys.
Wow, I've never updated this frequently before.
Haha…
Anyways, that whole Ginny scratching Draco thing was an idea from Holes, which is only like… one of the best books ever. Other than The Perks of being a Wallflower. So yeah.
I hope you guys liked this chapter!
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