What has he done to Ginny?

Ginny peered out from behind the sycamore tree that she was hiding behind. She saw him. He walked on the sidewalk, with his black hair parted to the side, so as to cover up the lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead. He was always modest like that. Ginny put her blonde hair up into a bun, and put on a new pair of designer sunglasses. She couldn't take any chances. If Harry were to look back and see her, he might recognize her. She was dressed in a black business robe. It was the modern day robe for the working woman, and she was working...technically. The wizarding world had to keep up with fashions too. Ginny had done a little research, well she had used a tracking spell, to find Harry. She listened to a little gossip, and found that he owned a little Quidditch shop in Diagon Alley. She had done the same research to find his house that she had to find Malfoy's house. Harry also was a Quidditch trainer at Hogwarts, but this shop was kind of like his hobby during the summer.

Ginny stepped out from behind the tree. She watched as Harry opened the door to his shop, Quality Quidditch. It was a fairly large shop, and the window was filled with the latest, but also classic, brooms: Exus 5000, Nimbus 2000, Striker 4398, and the Weasel 2000, which was invented by Ginny's brothers, Fred and George. They were quite successful with their inventions now. They had patented over 390 inventions already. Ginny added the final touch to her disguise, a hat that matched her robe. Finally, she stepped onto the sidewalk and started walking towards Harry's Quidditch shop, but she was soon interrupted by an elderly lady walking in her path.

"Do you need something?" Ginny asked impatiently. The lady gasped.

"Daisy, where are your manners?" the old lady replied, obviously astounded. Daisy? Who the hell would name their kid Daisy?

"I'm not Daisy," replied Ginny, "Now could you move." Ginny tried to keep herself calm.

"O dear," said the old lady, "You are denying who you really are, this is quite a problem." Ginny was tired of this. She tried to gently push the lady out of the way, so as not to cause a scene, but her bracelet got caught on the lady's purse. Ginny tried tugging at it so it would come off, but it was caught. As she tugged, the purse would come towards her, and the lady would grab it back. She started to shout.

"Mugger! Somebody help me. I am being mugged!" Ginny looked around stunned. There were police coming towards her. The old lady started to run. As she did she turned around to shout something back at Ginny.

"Goyle sends his regards!" she said. Ginny felt herself being handcuffed. She couldn't believe it. Goyle was mad because she had hurt him, even though HE had attacked her.

"I didn't do anything," Ginny said, "My bracelet got caught on her purse. I was set up!"

"Well that is a new one," said the policeman sarcastically.

*

Ginny sat in the dark cell, with her back against the white walls. The cell was all white, and inescapable to any middle class witch or wizard. The worst offenders went to Azkaban. Anyway, Ginny was sitting on the cement block in the corner of the cell. It was the only "furnishing" there. It was called an everlasting block, because if an angry witch decided to blow it up, it would grow back. There was a mirror, obviously two sided, at the other side of the room. Ginny took out her bright pink lipstick that she used to disguise herself as a Malfoy. She twisted the bottom so that the stick was all the way out. She took the lipstick to the mirror, and wrote "WANKER" in big letters. She sat there tapping her foot, well stomping her foot, because it irritated the guard who was watching her. She could tell because once and a while she heard a loud grunt from the other side. She was so MAD at Goyle. But, Ginny did have a bit of luck. When she was about to be questioned, there was a huge crime on the other side of town, and a fierce, fighting man was brought in. They stuck her in this cell while they took care of the major problems. She tried to develop a plan to escape, but she could not. She had only done a small offense, so she could be bailed, but they wouldn't let her contact someone that could bail her out.

Finally, at night time, Ginny heard the door click open. In the doorway appeared Draco. He looked at her almost sarcastically if that is possible.

"O Lordy," said Ginny, "Thank God you are here."

"No, thank me that I am here," he said snidely. "Well come on, we have to get going. You have already lost me a day in my plan." They walked out of the prison, and out onto the street. The guard made little attempt to stop them. Obviously Malfoy was pretty famous around the prisons.

"How did you do it?" asked Ginny, obviously very curious.

"I shot the guard, hacked into the security system, and picked the lock. It was simple," Draco replied casually. Ginny was shocked. She just stared. Finally Draco interrupted her, "I paid the bail," he said, his voice filled with boredom. Ginny was touched. Draco would pay all that money to set her free. "We couldn't have a convict stalking Harry Potter. Like that wouldn't look conspicuous," he said. "Oh, by the way here is the Gringotts receipt." Ginny took the receipt. It said 200 Galleons under the name Harry Potter. He had stolen the money from Harry's account! Ginny thought that genius, but she did not feel it appropriate to question him. Well, he hadn't exactly paid the money himself, but at least he had bailed her out. "I got you a room at the Magical Experience. We can't be seen together, or people might start to suspect things. I have already checked you into the motel. I expect you to actually accomplish something tomorrow. Got it?" Draco commanded.

"You got me a room at the Magical Experience? That place is the worst in town. I could die just from being eaten alive from insects," said Ginny unbelievably.

"Maybe if I wouldn't have had to pay your bail, then I could have spent more money on a hotel room," Draco said pronunciating each word to show his irritation. "Here it is!" Draco said with a mockingly cheerful tone. "Now get out," he said sternly.

There was sign outside that had been half burnt out. The sign read Mail Eprence. The sign had once been a beautiful shimmering blue, and the letters had once flown across the top of the hotel, but nobody cared about its uptake anymore. Ginny walked inside slowly. The inside was just as dingy. To her left, there was a tavern where she could here many loud drunkards. To her right was the front desk. The wood on it was rotting away. The woman in the front was rudely chewing gum. It really annoyed Ginny.

"Hey Sugar," one of the drunkards yelled, "Wanna come and give me some lovin'" Ginny looked at the man. He looked vaguely familiar. It was Goyle! What in the world was he doing there? Ginny contemplated on whether or not to put a curse on him. This was the perfect opportunity for payback. Then an idea struck her. She walked over to the tavern. He wouldn't be able to recognize her. He was too drunk.

"Hey stud," Ginny said in a seductive voice. Other men started to crowd around.

"She can't resist me!" shouted Goyle. Ginny straddled his legs. The other men started cheering and shouting. Ginny put her hands around his back and her hands went to his butt. She felt around for a wallet or Magical Money card (known as a credit card in the Muggle world). Goyle hooted and hollered. She felt the card. She took it from his pocket, stood up, kicked him in the balls, and started to walk away. The whole group was laughing at Goyle, while Goyle held his crotch. Ginny walked out into the lobby and twirled the card in between her fingers.

"That's an amateur trick," the woman at the front desk said as she blew a big bubble. Ginny was thoroughly annoyed by now. She took out her wand, pointed it towards the bubble, and popped it all over the woman's face.

"It's only an amateur trick for whores," Ginny replied as she casually strolled out of the motel.