Ahh… and here's my pathetic excuse for not studying for my math test that I will fail anyways.

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Dear Ministry of Magic

I am sorry.

I should not I have applied for this job and I should not have trusted Penelope Clearwater and I should not have let her live and I should have killed Draco Malfoy and I should have hexed Malfoy while I had the chance before he can whisk me away and I should have run away so that I can write my own article instead of having Harry go through this and I should have eaten that cupcake this morning.

But I didn't.

So there's nothing you can do.

Get over yourselves and stop whining about how all these people poke fun at you.

It's because you're doing a damn good job being a bastard.

You want people to think that the Ministry is doing a fine job? Then get your shit done right!

So you think you can fire me, huh. You think that you have every right in this entire world, like you own it. You think you can banish me, huh? Break my wand? Throw me in Azkaban? You think you're so great?

You're not.

I'm sorry that I haven't been in work lately, but that is my own business.

Get your big fat hairy nose out of my life and just worry about getting laid because you really need it.

You have nothing to do with me.

So no,

I will not be attending some sort of hearing that you're bullshitting. I will never attend any hearing. Because no matter what gits you all are, I still refuse to admit that our government is still a tyranny.

And as long as our Wizarding world is still a republic, not a dictatorship,

You know that you can't do anything about it.

Hurts, doesn't it?

Tough love, mate.

-Ginny Weasley, Daily Prophet

For the first time, when Ginny came into her office the next morning, she found no Draco Malfoy sitting there, sneering or no Penelope glaring. It was empty and it almost surprised her.

Ginny leaned back in her large chair, her hands folded behind her head and her eyes closed comfortably. She leaned back further and further…

"Hey sis."

CRASH

"Wrong time?"

"Fred? George? What's going on?" Ginny asked, getting up dizzily from under her desk.

"Well, it's a funny story, actually."

"Not as funny as some of our other stories, of course,"

"Actually, it's not funny."

"It's more interesting than funny."

"It'll keep you on the edge of your seat"

"Actually, it's not THAT interesting."

"What?" Ginny asked exasperatedly, more confused than ever.

"You tell her."

"Well all right then."

"You see, sis…"

"We finally decided to take on reading the newspaper once in a while…"

"And we were mildly shocked to see your name…"

"Because usually, when there's a Weasley on the newspaper, it's not good."

"Percy doesn't count."

"So we opened it up…"

"And read it…"

"Actually, George read it. I sat beside him looking pretty."

"And we loved it…"

"It's the Weasley in you, babe."

"We were so proud…"

"Too proud."

"So we're holding…"

"The biggest…"

"The grandest…"

"The hippest…"

"Non parental…"

"Rated R"

"Party that you'll ever go to."

"So how about it?"

"Our place."

"Bring your own butterbeer."

"Or firewhiskey's fine."

"No, our sister will NOT be drinking firewhiskey."

"For us."

"Oh yeah, bring some firewhiskey for us anytime."

"And some of your…"

"Gorgeous"

"Gorgeous"

"Gorgeous"

"Friends."

"You in?"

By then, Ginny was so confused. Their whole ramblings had totally flown over her head. All she remembered was "newspaper," "Weasley" "party" "Firewhiskey" and "Friends."

"Um…" She started before Fred jumped up and hugged her tightly.

"Fantastic!"

"We best be off now!"

"Business, you know."

"We could only spare about 2 minutes."

"We wish we had longer."

"Really."

"Love ya, sis."

"See you tonight, ten o'clock."

In a split second, they were gone. Ginny groaned, her head falling in her hands. She just had her free day and already, she had a Fred and George party to go to.

A Fred and George party with alcohol were notorious for its obnoxious noise, passed out drunkards on the floor, and if you were lucky, some explicit sex in the spare rooms, and rowdiness to the extreme. They were thrown about once every two months and first started about four years ago, which made roughly about 25 of them so far, and Ginny had only attended only one in her whole life.

That was enough to last her numerous lifetimes.

But she knew that if she got a personal invitation, they would never leave her alone until she reluctantly obliged. Ginny whipped out some parchment and began writing because she knew that she was not going to have any time whatsoever at night. (A/N: and that was by far the corniest line I have ever written)

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"Packing up, Weasley?"

Ginny sighed. She was wondering when he was going to drop by to 'surprise' her.

"Yes, now if only you'd move aside, Malfoy…"

"Did you miss me this morning, sweetheart?" he asked, leaning on the doorframe so that his body blocked her way out.

"No, actually, sorry. I was thrilled to enter an empty office."

"Yeah, well I figured I'd be spoiling you if I showed up every morning."

Ginny snorted. "Oh yeah, and as if your morning visits weren't getting cliché'd and redundant already."

"Usually, the girls like it."

"Well I'm just not your usual girl, now am I?" She whispered, facing him dangerously and her patience running thin.

"Oh, no way, you're not. That's what I like about you."

"I was getting a gist that you hated me. And my family, of course, ever since we were born."

"What? Where did you get that idea? Can't you see I'm obviously very interested in you?" He asked nonchalantly. Ginny's face was indifferent but she could have sworn that her heart had just skipped a beat.

"Maybe I got it from the dozens of years you've taunted our family, Malfoy. Now move so that I can get home."

"Have you eaten?"

"Mov- what?"

"Have you eaten?"

"Have I what?"

"Are you deaf? Or do I need to make myself clearer? Have. You. Eaten?" Draco asked slowly, making movements of his hand moving back and forth to his mouth as if he was drinking imaginary soup. "Eat. As in… bite your teeth into food and chew and swallow."

"And why would you ask such a question like that?"

"Curious."

"Well, no, I haven't eaten. I was planning on eating a light meal and heading off to Fred and George's par- I mean… going somewhere."

"There's a party?"

"…no…" Ginny said, suddenly finding her shoes fascinating. She never realized that her black shoes had become almost brown from the countless scuff marks all over them.

"You were going to go to a party without me." Draco asked, smirking and standing up straighter.

"No! Where did you get that idea? You're so sporadic."

"I believe just yesterday you were calling me predictable."

Ginny stomped on her feet, probably causing more scuff marks on her already scuffed up shoes. "You're just… impossibly predictably sporadic."

"That's a first. You're so fascinating. I've shared many firsts with you, you know?" Draco drawled, his grin broadening.

She pursed her lips, trying to hide her twisting heart beat. "Could you please get out of the way?"

"So that you can go to your brother's party?"

"Y-No!"

"Ten o'clock, right? At their place, south London, right?"

"How did you know?"

"I'm Draco Malfoy. I have my connections."

"You were INVITED? Fred and George would NEVER invite you."

"Oh, they won't. But ever since about four years ago, I've been invited to every single one. This time, it was their friend Lee Jordan who invited his girlfriend Hannah Abbott who invited Susan Bones who invited Terry Boot who invited Zacharias Smith who invited Romilda Vane who invited me. I've been to one before. It's not bad."

"Well… you're not going."

"You can't stop me, Weasley."

"And whatever happened to calling me 'love?'"

"You miss it? Love?" He taunted.

"No, just curious, that's all."

"Oh sure. Love."

"Stop it! You're so… ARR!"

"I'm a lion? What?"

"Just grow up, Malfoy. How immature can you get?"

"Excuse me? Me? Draco Malfoy? Girlfriend, you've got to get over yourself. You know you can't get enough of me."

"Yes I can. And I know because I'm getting enough of you right now. Move so I can leave, Malfoy. I would be home already by now."

"No you wouldn't. Because you walk home."

"Well you've kept me trapped here for a while now."

"You know, you can just apparate away."

"And what, have you apparate after me? Please… And plus, I ha-"

"Apparating. You hate apparating. And you hate drinking butter beer from cups. You hate apple juice and grape juice but you have an abundant supply of orange juice and eggs. You virtually fry everything in your house. You always get to work 20 minutes late because you always think you can walk to work in five minutes when it actually takes you 25. You tap your index and middle fingers on the table often when you get anxious."

Ginny stared, appalled. How much does he know about her? Had they really been spending this much time together?

"Would you like to know more, Ginevra?"

"No." Ginny whispered, watching him intently and seriously. "Move."

Draco gazed back at her with equal ferocity and power. Ginny lost.

"Please?"

Draco took one final look at her, grabbed her hand, and the last thing Ginny heard was a crack.

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Laughter roared from the other side of the room as a large mob of people was pulling off some nasty, drunk acts. There were couples making out all over the place and doors wide ajar with couples who wanted to take it a step further.

Ginny sat in her corner, the same place she'd been the whole party.

Alcohol began to consume her. She could feel it kicking in as she tapped her fingers faster and with more energy and her body swaying on the small skinny stool. She had lost Draco. He was gone somewhere in a crowd making a fool of himself or maybe making fools of other people as he ALWAYS did.

It was HER party.

"Can I have another one of thiiis?" She asked the man behind a mini bar that Fred had set up.

"It's just firewhiskey ma'am."

Ginny nodded and summoned another bottle of firewhiskey that was stored in a small cabinet behind her.

She raised the large bottle to her lips when she felt it being taken away, her lips puckering in mid air.

"You've had too much to drink, Weasley."

"Please, Draaaco, call me LOOOVE." She said, facing the pink faced blond man. He had probably been drinking as well.

"Hey, you, how much did she have?" Draco asked the man.

"I don't know. When I got here, she just finished off a bottle of fire whiskey, I know."

Ginny sighed. "Malfoy. I want to go home."

"I'll take you." Draco said, helping her up on her feet.

"But! I don't want to apparate! I HATE apparating. And I HATE grape juice and I hate YOUUU. YOU AND PENEEEELOPE."

"Come on." Draco tried to drape on of her arms around his neck but she flung around, her stool clattering onto the floor.

"You're SOO godDAMN impossible. ALWAYS coming in the morning. Just STOP IT."

"And up you go." Draco heaved Ginny up and finally got her arm around him.

"DON'T you dare apparate. I will walk."

"No you won't. You're wasted."

"Why do I not like you?"

"What?" Draco asked suddenly.

"Why do I not like you? You're gorgeous. You're sweet. You're rich. Why don't I like you?" Ginny rambled, staggering a bit, bumping into Draco softly.

Draco shrugged.

"Can't you see? I hate you? Why?"

"Yeah, why don't you tell me? I'm a bit curious myself."

"I'll tell you."

"Okay then." Draco said, trying to hold back his sudden anxiety.

"Youuu… SUCK at kissing." She hissed, her eyes beginning to close.

"…what? We haven't even… you've never…" Draco squinted perplexed.

And then, he got that same bubbly gut feeling that he usually got when he knew that 'it' would happen soon. Without thinking, as soon as he saw Ginny lean forward closer and closer to his face, he stopped her, holding onto her shoulders and taking a step back.

"Look, let's save this… for another time. When you're not drunk."

Ginny nodded barely, almost unconsciously, her body beginning to topple forward.

Finally, Draco just crouched down in front of her as she fell with a small thud on his back.

"Let's save this for when you really want it."

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Thanks for your reviews guys! I'm actually thrilled to know that most of you liked the way I ended things, even though about a third of you agreed that last chapter was a bit… ehh… but really, who cares about funerals? So depressing.

I hope you liked this chapter. I know it wasn't as amusing and funny because I sprained my funny bone (haha… okay… see? I seriously sprained my funny bone) but maybe it'll be better. I was going to cut it off before the party and not have any of the party like I did for the funeral… but... you know, most of you said you didn't mind me cutting off my chapters because the funeral was going to be boring anyways, but I wasn't so sure that you'd be too happy if I cut it off at the PARTY.

So SPECIAL thanks to Pyro Symptoms Unleased (award for best review I got so far), Myia, Elanor Ainu, Ori (wow! Nobody else mentioned it and I never knew that something got cut off. I looked for it but it got cut off in my original copy on words, so… oh well… but thanks for noticing anyways!) Anna, marauders babe and jjp91.

So a few questions:

Were Fred and George funny enough? (of course, I think not because again, I've sprained my funny bone

Did you guys like my ending this time?

I don't know. For me, it was kind of so so. I really liked the ending in the previous chapter because I thought it was cute, but I don't know too much this time. I like how they didn't kiss in this chapter though because their first kiss needs to be more special, or so I think, instead of them kissing just because Ginny was drunk. It's not "special" enough, you know? Hehe. I bet you that a lot of you were disappointed, but stick with me and it'll come around.

Love you guys a lot!

-Youngwriter

Off to study for math test now, I guess.