DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!
Normal Life Doesn't Exist
Chapter 14
THE DAILY PROPHET
Tuesday, 17th March 2004 3 Sickles
THE BOY WHO LIVED - EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW
Me, Myself & I
Rita Skeeter
Hello, my wonderful rabid readers, to today's issue of The Daily Prophet. Many of you will have read yesterday's issue and may have read that Hermione Granger, Harry Potter's once love, has been seen alive. We received a quote from Our Saviour, Mr Potter, about this issue but I was determined to get more out of him - for you, my lovely readers.
I asked Mr Potter to do an interview with myself and my wonderful camera man, Ted, and he agreed, heartedly. (Picture of an annoyed Harry frowning at the camera, Rita draped over him like a rug)
Rita: So, tell me, Mr Potter - can I call you Harry? Lovely - Tell me, Harry, how do you feel about Hermione possibly being alive?
Harry: Do you even need to ask? You asked me yesterday. (RITA GLARES) Well, I stand by my opinion that it is, of course, wonderful news that she's alive. She's been my best friend for years; I can't imagine my life without her.
Rita: Isn't it true that you have believed her dead for the past 6 years, after you had to leave her behind when you escaped You-Know-Who's clutches?
Harry: I won't deny that I thought that I'd never see her again. But I didn't leave her behind. She chose to stay.
Rita: (gasps!) You poor thing. How did you feel when you saw that your best friend and first love chose to remain in the horrible hands of your worst enemy?
Harry: I was...Upset. (Nods head manly and bravely) I mean, we'd had fights and everything but I never thought she'd choose Him over me. I was-"
"Have you read this bull, love?" came the voice of Ginny Weasley. She walked into the lounge where her boyfriend and lover Harry Potter was lounging on the sofa, The Daily Prophet open in his lap. She was carrying a cup of coffee in each hand, purposefully throwing her hips around to try and seduce him. It wasn't working.
Harry didn't even like Ginny. The only reason he asked her to be with him was because everyone kept pressuring him about settling down and being with someone. Molly Weasley kept dropping bombs on him and kept leaving him alone with Ginny, who clung to him like a disease. Molly kept asking him to do things with Ginny. Like 'pick mint from the garden for the vegetable for the dinners' and 'help her into her coat' and 'get her a drink'. It drove Harry mad and he eventually gave in.
"Yeah." He answered simply.
"I can't believe that bitch Skeeter. Fussing over you like a slag. Is semi-skimmed milk alright? And I couldn't find any biscuits; I'm sorry." she said, sounding like the exact thing that she was accusing Rita of.
"Yeah." He answered again, on auto-pilot already. Ginny bored him so completely that most of the time, he just agreed to what she said and nodded.
"I mean," she said, handing him his coffee and sitting down right next to him and made him put his free arm around her shoulders, "she is such a slag. First off she gets on at you during the Triwizard Tournament and then she slags you off about You-Know-Who and then she's all 'I'm sorry, Harry' and mooching over you like there's no tomorrow!" she ranted, sipping her coffee. "And work today..." she snorted. "My boss is unbearable! He was totally feeling me up during the meeting! Ugh! Honestly. Men. No offence, babe."
"Yeah." He murmured.
"Honey, are you alright?" she asked, putting her hand on his inner thigh.
"Yeah, I'm fine." he answered distantly.
She smirked, put her coffee down, took his out of his hand and put that down to. "Have you missed me?" she asked seductively, straddling him and practically pushing her breasts into his bored face.
"Yeah, 'course I have."
"My poor baby." She cooed, rubbing her hand delicately over his flat trousers. "Want me to take care you?" she grinned, raising her eyebrows.
"No thanks, doll, I've gotta start dinner." He said, using a poor excuse to try and get out of more sex. It was just so...Samey. She was always talking about 'experimenting' but whenever Harry actually put in an effort and tried to come up with ideas, Ginny was always saying that his ideas were stupid and that they should just stick to 'original' methods. And Harry absolutely hated Ginny 'taking care' of him. Because she couldn't do it at all! And during 'normal' sex, she screamed too much and too often, she writhed like being set on fire and always came too soon.
"Fuck dinner." Ginny said, trying to be seductive but failing. She climbed off Harry's lap, knelt on the floor in front of him and began to unbuckle his trousers.
"Ginny, I really have to-"
"I don't care." She snapped, grabbing him harshly. "Why can't you just accept that I want to do this with you?"
"Ginny, I accept that-"
"Well then, brace yourself." She smirked, lowering her head to his.
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Draco was knackered, spent and slightly sore as he awoke the next morning. He'd managed to avoid his father, grandfather and Master but he knew that he couldn't do so forever. He sighed as he extended his arm blindly to the bedside table in search of his diamond studded crystal faced watch. '6:34'. He groaned as he put the watch down and threw the blanket off him and walked to his bathroom.
After enjoying a long shower, Draco wrapped a towel around him and padded his way back into the bedroom and looked for robes to wear. After donning deep navy blue robes, he walked over to his dressing table and began to neatly comb back his hair. Someone knocked on his door and before he could grant them access, it opened anyway, allowing a furious Lucius and a serious looking Abraxas to enter his room.
"Father. Grandfather." Draco greeted shortly. "You do know that it is customary and generally polite to enter after being invited; not before?"
"Don't cheek me, boy!" Lucius roared. "You've possibly just disgraced our family with your failure to control yourself!"
"Disgraced our family? How, exactly?" he asked, giving his hair one last comb before putting the brush down and turning to his relatives.
"Last night, I received a Floo from Our Lord. And He had something very...Interesting to say about something that happened between you and Our Lady." Abraxas snarled, his possessiveness over Hermione showing. "What made you think that you could just degrade her like that, boy?!"
"Grandfather, allow me to just say this; she jumped me first!"
"Yes, Our Lord told us how you insulted Her. Further disgrace." Lucius growled. "Do you deem it your purpose in life to bring shame upon our noble family, Draco? First you fail to kill Dumbledore, then you have the nerve to refuse the contract with Ms Parkinson and now, you touch and degrade Our Lady! Sometimes I wonder if you're truly my son." He said coldly.
Hurt flashed through Draco's eyes. "Well, no matter." His voice choked. "I have a meeting with Nott and Flint to plan the next search group for Potter." He said, fastening his cloak and walking to the door.
"I'm surprised Our Lord allowed you such responsibility. Knowing you, our troops will be searching somewhere 100 miles off where they should."
Draco foolishly allowed his father's cruel words to sink in but tried not to let it look like they had. "Good day, father. Grandfather." And he left the room.