GUEST WRITER

Hello, wizarding world.

I told myself from my fifth year to disregard everything about the Daily Prophet because everyone knows its rubbish and it's just government propaganda. But, I'm doing this as a favor for my friend, Ginny. So I'm not trying to advertise this newspaper or anything. In fact, I'm trying to keep you all from subscribing… but I'm not as good as Ginny at doing that.

So yadda yadda, I'm Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Yeah, the kid that this very newspaper beat down several years back. We've never really been big for having good ministry leaders, I guess. I mean, first, there's Fudge. What an arse. A despicable, stubborn, jackass. Scrimgeor's no good either. Hey, is that git still minister?

Yes? Yeah, well, I hope you read this because you're a real git.

Hey… this is fun!

SCRIMGEOR, YOU'RE A GIT!

No wonder Ginny loves her job so much.

So… now… what am I going to write?

Okay, let's take down Scrimgeour some more. After Fudge, sure, anyone could have been better. But I don't know about this guy… He wasn't as oblivious to everything, but he was just as stubborn. AND, manipulative. You know, he tried to use me once as the Wizarding world's hero who deeply favored the ministry and thought that everything in the world was going on fine.

Hah, what a laugh. Dumbledore had just died. You'd think the world's fine?

Manipulative… Always using people like that… what's a mystery more to me than Voldemort is how this git is actually still minister.

Hey, Scrimgeour?

Released Stan Shunpike yet?

No, didn't think so.

Dumbass.

-Harry Potter, unemployed and happy.

"…looking nice, Ginny." Penelope said as Ginny rounded the corner late the next morning.

"Shut up."

"What's the occasion?"

Ginny was still in her black, silk gown, wrinkled and her hair hazzled. "Look I'm just here so that you won't go major psyche bitch on me about how I missed work. I'm going to go back home now, take a shower, and come back. Does that shake up your fancy?"

"Ginny, you leave halfway from work every day, you get Harry Potter to write a fucking column for you, which, by the way, made the minister extremely pissed…"

"Well, don't try to prove me wrong, Scrimgeour deserved it…"

"AND you come to work today one whole hour late. What's wrong with you?"

"Well, boss, is it MY fault that you let Draco Malfoy do this to me? Yeah. Please, tell him to stop taking me away from work first thing in the mornings when I get here. Even better, tell him to leave me the FUCK alone." Ginny almost screamed, a few doors slamming down the hall.

"But what about today? Why didn't you tell me Harry was writing the column for you?" Penelope asked in a newfound calm voice.

"I was too busy with Malfoy yesterday, and I expected that YOU out of all people would understand that, seeing YOU'RE the one who set me up for this."

"I did not set you up for this. It was his idea-"

"That you so willingly agreed to? Admit it, boss, you SOLD ME OFF." Ginny's anger did not seem to calm down. She paced around her own small office, glaring at Penelope who sat in her usual comfortable leather seat.

"I did NO selling whatsoever."

"Because APPARENTLY, the finances of this newspaper means more to you than my MORALS, VALUES, AND MY DIGNITY. I'D RATHER BE DEAD THAN WHERE I AM RIGHT NOW, CLEARWATER AND YOU KNOW IT'S YOUR FAULT."

Penelope paused before swiftly closing the door with her wand and sighed. "Ginny, calm down…"

"YOU HAD MY LIFE ON YOUR FINGERS AND WHAT DID YOU DO? YOU SOLD ME TO THE DEVIL." Ginny vented.

"Malfoy is not half as bad as you say it."

Ginny sat down across of her, static coming from within her.

"Yesterday, Draco Malfoy bought me this dress robe and I went to his mother's funeral. A funeral. I went to a fucking FUNERAL. Death eaters. Dementors. That was my day, Clearwater. Do you think I'd rather have been there than here?" said Ginny in a hoarse and cold voice.

Penelope was left speechless before her. "Please, Ginny…"

"DEATH EATERS. Watching me. Dementors…"

"I'm, sorry, okay? Look, I'll let you off on this one, Ginny… I see where I come in on it. I'll tell Malfoy to stop dropping-"

Penelope Clearwater never got to finish because with a rare crack, Ginny was gone.

OOOOOOOOOO

Ginny lay on the soft carpet, her arms stretched out and her legs wide apart; her lazy eagle pose. She closed her eyes, the tinkling harmony of the birds teetering outside relaxing her senses. Her hair was wet and freshly washed and her day clothes, sweatpants and a light jacket were crisp and clean. Ginny just felt so… clean.

It was almost noon time now…

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, I see you've found your next fair maiden?" a dark voice spoke softly, almost evilly.

"That is my personal business that you shouldn't be paying much attention to, McNair."

"I like this one. Very pretty. Much better than the other one you brought once… what was she again?" McNair grinned at Ginny, making her shiver more under the silk.

"That is none of your business. As you see, we are over now."

"Well, you seemed to have lost a knut and picked up a galleon, Malfoy. My, what a pretty one. What did you say your name was, darling?" McNair asked, ignoring Draco's threatening gaze.

"I never told you my name and I never will."

"Oh, a tongue... lovely. I always wondered how a brute coward like you can manage to get all the ladies, Malfoy." McNair whispered, stroking Ginny's neckline with a heavily callused finger.

Draco reacted almost at once, slapping McNair's arm. "Perhaps because I don't touch them unwillingly like you, McNair. Good day." Draco said, taking Ginny's hand in his and pulling her away.

When they were a safe distance away, Draco turned her around, letting go of her hand.

"Are you okay?" he asked with a sudden unfamiliar concern.

"I'm FINE. How come you never told me there'd be death eaters here?"

"FORMER death eaters,actually. Family friends… tried everything to stop them but they haven't been out much."

"Well, I'm perfectly fine now, knowing that I'm in a house full of death eaters ready to kill me if they knew I was a Weasley."

"As long as you're not a Malfoy, they can't touch a hair on your chin."

"It's YOUR mother. Why should they be this controlling on you in your own house, even?"

Draco shrugged facing away, glancing around for a brief moment. "Death eaters have always controlled my way of life since I was born. I'm used to it." Draco turned back to face her, his eyes penetrating hers. "But you, my dear, are not. So you best be careful."

Ginny sighed and opened her eyes, being almost blinded by the cheerful sunshine.

"I'm traumatized for life." She said aloud.

Slowly, she got up from her very comfortable position and was in middle of walking toward her kitchen when there was a small, but demanding knock on her door.

"Who the bloody hell is it? If you're a salesman, then get the fuck out. And go fuck a tree."

"It's me."

"…"

"Get the fuck out and go fuck a tree." Ginny said.

"Aren't ladies supposed to have a nice clean vocabulary?"

"Do I look like a lady to you?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot. Of course, you're a man."

"Funny, Malfoy. I'm laughing like a hyena inside."

"More proof you're definitely not a lady then. Care to let me in, love?"

"Another stupid question. You never surprise me." Ginny said, smirking at the door, her hands on her hips.

"Oh, you think? You think I'm just so predictable like that?"

"Yes."

With a distinctive crack, Draco Malfoy stood in front of her, his hair windswept and his face holding a goofy grin. "Take it back?"

"No. I knew you'd do that." Ginny pushed.

Draco snorted. "I'll have to try better next time then, huh."

"Oh yeah, especially because there won't ever be a next time or else I'll call the ministry on you."

"Oh please, the ministry HATES you, Weasley. You bash them all day, every day. You think they'll take the richest wizard in the world away as an order from you?"

Ginny's eyes grew dimmer. "What do you want? Did Penelope tell you I live here? Oh, yes, of course."

"That's none of your business. I'm here to say thanks for coming yesterday. It meant a lot."

"Wait. Did I hear right? Something meant a lot to you? Draco Malfoy? HAH."

"Surprisingly, yes. I could have been killed yesterday if you hadn't been there."

"I'm interested. Go on."

"Look. Death eaters, we're tough…"

"I think I knew that."

"We kill. We kill very easily…"

"Tell me something I don't know, Malfoy."

"But we know how to treat a woman-"

"Now we're talking."

"The thing is, we may be horrible people, but it is almost our number one rule that if we hurt a brought up young lady… pain… it's indescribable."

"Of course, you would know."

Draco continued, unshaken and ignoring Ginny. "So that's why you had to wear fancy clothes and look presentable. Because see, if you're just trash like you normally are, we can kill you off anytime. No big. So that's why I needed you there because they can't hurt either of us as long as you're there."

"Oh, I feel so unused."

"Well good. I just wanted to come here and thank you, that's all."

"Okay, well, now, get out."

Draco crossed his arms over his chest. "You're kidding."

"No."

ed my head off when I tried to take off your shoes." Draco pulled down the collar of his shirt to reveal another bruise on his shoulder. "THIS is when I tried to put my comforter over you."

"Don't you have something to thank me about?"

"What? For saying thanks? Normal people don't do that, usually. Sorry."

"I MEAN, for my hospitality last night." Draco said, smirking.

"Oh… you MEAN, how you threw me on your bed still in that dress, didn't bother to put the cover over me or take off my shoes and left me there until I woke up myself one hour late to work and with nobody in the house and no food? Oh yeah, thanks."

"Women! They always twist around everything and make it seem like we're the villains! Are you not seeing how I gave up my BED so that you can sleep comfortably? How I had to sleep on the little SOFA?" Draco pulled up his shirt sleeve, revealing a greenish bruise on his upper arm. "THIS is from when you nearly kick

Ginny blushed slightly, feeling a twinge of guilt in her gut. "Oh, don't be such a pussy." She retorted lamely before briskly walking off into her kitchen, not realizing that Draco was still there and was now following her.

"What do you want NOW? MONEY?"

"That's not bad, but I don't think you have really any to spare for me."

Ginny fumed and shot a sharp look at him. "What do you want from me?"

"Can I have some orange juice? If you have any? Or some grape juice will be nice too."

Ginny threw a glass cup toward him, just barely missing Draco's head.

"On a second thought, how about pumpkin juice?"

OOOOOOOOOOO

I got so worked up and I was writing on and on and on and it got to the part when Draco was leaving… and then I'm like "Wait, why's this chapter like… 2394832479 words long?" So I cut it off right here.

Here's a question that I really need you to answer. It's really important and it's something that's been bothering me for a while:

Do you think that I shouldn't leave chapters off like this and start new? For example, for the previous chapter, do you think I should have gone more into detail about the funeral in this chapter instead of just skipping onto the next day and briefly implying what happened? Because I don't know if you guys like that or not. Truthfully, it's easier for me because I don't have to try to think of interesting stuff that happened, but if you guys don't like it, I can start changing it up a little.

PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME! SO IMPORTANT!

Thanks, guys.