^ because she's been feeling down and she needs to know that she's flipping awesome and needs to live life to the fullest. And people are jerks :p <3

** I don't own the Harry Potter world, the characters or the places. They belong to J.K. Rowling. I am simply borrowing them because they are awesome. The ideas though as simply mine. Read, Comment, VOTE and fan if you haven't already. Now, enjoy. ES <3 **

12. Live Life to the Fullest

“What happens if I use a Fever Fudge and Fainting Fancy at the same time?” A teenage boy asked Ginny as she stood behind the cash register at WWW. She looked up, rubbed her right eye and sighed.

“You’ll faint and have a fever,” she responded.

“Brilliant!” he exclaimed, grabbing a dozen of each, and dumping them on the counter.

The end of August was drawing near which meant another year at Hogwarts was about to begin. The shop had been full of kids all day buying all they could for the upcoming year. Filch was going to have his hands full this year. She grinned as the boy took his change and left the store with two bags full of items.

Ginny yawned, remembering the night before. She laughed at the memories then groaned at the amount of shots they had taken: twenty-one.

“Blimey, no wonder I have such a nasty hangover,” she mumbled.

“Why did you drink so much if you knew you had to work?” George asked, walking into the shop from the back.

“I had a rotten day,” she shrugged.

Really, rotten was an understatement.

“Ginny, Ginny, Ginny,” he shook his head with a sad smile.

“Whaaaaaat?” she frowned. She didn’t like the way he was looking at her.

“What happened with Harry?” he asked.

The air around them thickened with tension. Why did everyone want to know? Why couldn’t they just let it go?

“Harry and I – we just –” she sighed.

“Give me the real story. Not the one you tell mum and the rest of the world,” he said as he grabbed her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. “What happened?”

“Harry cheated on me,” she whispered.

“He did what?” A voice screeched from the door.

Ginny and George looked over to see a very angry Molly Weasley.

“Mum! What are you doing here?” Ginny asked, praying her mother hadn’t actually heard her.

“Harry cheated on you?” Molly asked.

“Ha, ha, ha just kidding!” she said, trying to play it off but it didn’t look like either of them were going to fall for it.

“Ginevra Molly Weasley, you tell me the truth right now!” Molly said.

Ginny cringed, “Yes, Harry cheated on me.”

“Maybe it’s all a misunderstanding, dear. Maybe it wasn’t really him,” Molly said.

Ginny’s temper rose. “Mum, it was definitely him touching a woman who wasn’t me. I saw them with my own eyes,” she said darkly.

“Ginny, maybe there’s a reason why. Did you ask him?”

“Ask him? The only words I'll be saying to Harry Potter will be Cruci-‘” she said, slamming her fist against the counter.

Molly cut her off, “GINEVRA! Don’t you dare finish that!” Molly looked around nervously, “Someone might hear you.”

“I don’t care if anyone hears me. I'll gladly go to Azkaban. He deserves it. Who cares that he’s the Boy-Who-Lived. Because I really don’t,” she said.

“No one deserves to be tortured, Ginny,” Molly told her.

Ginny glanced at George to see his dark eyes narrow dangerously. It looked like George agreed enough with her anger.

“Do you believe me?” she asked, looking at her mother.

"What?" Molly asked.

"Do you believe me now when I say it wasn’t my fault? Or are you going to tell me that I made him do it, somehow?" she asked.

"Ginny, I -" Molly said.

Ginny continued, "Harry Potter cheated on me. He cheated on me! I didn’t do a damn thing to make him do that to me! All I did was love him and that didn’t help!”

George cringed, and with the flick of his wand, the front door locked and a sign appeared saying “Temporarily closed. Be back in half an hour.”

“Ginny,” Molly said, stepping closer. “I believe you.”

The older woman came around the counter and hugged Ginny tightly. They hugged for a bit while George stood there and watched.

“Okay, okay, we need to reopen. There’s a line.” George said, separating them. 

“Thank you, Mum,” Ginny smiled, and hugged her quickly one more time.

“No problem, dear. Now, let me tell your brothers –” She said.

Ginny cut her off, “Absolutely not. I’m sure Ron has already taken care of it.” she told her mother.

“But –” Molly tried again.

“No, I didn’t want anyone to know for a reason. It’s my business,” she said.

“Okay,” Molly nodded, and looked down at her bag. “Oh, now I remember why I was originally here. George, you forgot to take this with you this morning.” She said, handing him a stack of papers.

“What is that?” Ginny asked.

“Oh, they’re resum –” Molly was saying.

George jumped in and covered her mouth, “Oh, it’s nothing!” George said.

Ginny looked at him suspiciously. “What was that?” She asked again.

“Oh look, customers! We’re open now!” George said.

Magically, the door opened from behind the counter. The door burst open with costumers. As the store filled, Ginny accepted the fact that George wouldn't tell her right now but she would find out.

~.~.~

The first thing Ginny did when she got off of work was head over to Neville's flat in muggle London. She wanted to apologize for the night before. In her drunkenness, she hadn't properly said goodnight to everyone. Plus, she needed to talk to him about becoming an Auror. Throughout the day, she'd thought about it and realized they were right.

It was her life and she could do what she wanted with it.

She apparated and appeared in the alleyway just outside Neville’s building. As she opened the door, her mind wandered to Draco. Even though she'd been drunk, she still remembered how he had held her and how it had felt. Hell, he'd smelled so good.

She closed her eyes and sighed. She was thinking way too much about the blond. She needed to focus more on how her life was going to change because the more she thought about it, the more she realized that it had been boring and definitely not the way she'd planned her life to go originally.

She opened the door and headed up the stairs. Harry had held her back so much. Since they got back together, he'd kept her away from the things she wanted to do.

“Not anymore,” she whispered.

Now, she was going to live her life the fullest, Merlin be damned!

She knocked on the door to flat number 34C and waited for Neville to answer the door.

As she waited, she thought about what Draco had said about the whole Auror business. He told her to just do it and he was right. She should. She'd wanted to be an Auror since forever and well, things had gotten out of control when she graduated, but now she would do it.

Maybe, if she was lucky, Neville had already written to the Head Auror. That was to be expected.

What she didn’t expect was who answered the door.

“Blaise?” she asked, her mouth dropping.

The man was only wearing a pair of boxer-briefs and his lips were swollen. His chest was bare and his body was thin, lean and looked hard.

She cleared her throat when she realized where her thoughts were going. He’s gay! She thought.

“Who is it?” She heard Neville ask, pulling the door open wider. He tried to shut the door in embarrassment when he saw who it was. “Fuc –”

“Neville!” Ginny laughed.

“It’s not what it looks like,” he cried, rubbing his eyes.

But it looked exactly like what it was.

Neville was also only in his boxer-briefs and her eyes widened slightly when she noticed the love bites across his chest and neck.

“Neville, put on some clothes, please,” she said, covering her eyes.

Blaise chuckled. “No, don’t. I like you better like this,” he said seductively.

Ginny groaned. “Blaise!” she laughed.

She felt someone’s hand grab her arm and pulled her into the flat. She heard the door shut behind her. A few minutes later, she heard Neville tell her it was okay to look. But it wasn’t really. While, Neville was dressed respectively in a pair of dark jeans and his shirt from last night, but Blaise was still in his boxers.

“Blaise, some clothes, please,” Ginny said, shaking her head as she sat down on the couch in the living room.

“Oh, alright,” he complained as he disappeared into Neville’s room.

When the door shut behind him, Ginny looked at Neville with a smile. "I didn’t know you were –”

He cut her off, “Before you finish that sentence, I'll tell you that no, I'm not gay!” he whispered, looking back at the door to his bedroom.

"Neville," she sighed.

"I'm not." he insisted.

“Well, it looks like you two men, may I remind you, were engaged in some inappropriate behavior last night. You even have hickies on your chest, do you know?” she told him.

He cringed. “I’m not gay, Ginny,” he told her.

“Did you or did you not participate in inappropriate behavior last night with Blaise Zabini?” she asked him.

It didn't matter, really, but she was curious.

“It was definitely not inappropriate," Blaise said, chuckily. "I'd say it was very appropriate.” He stepped into the room, buttoning his dress shirt. As he stood beside Neville, he winked at him.

Neville blushed.

“Why are you here, Ginny?” Neville asked quickly, trying to change the subject.

Neville wanted the man, she thought and smiled wickedly.

“Ginevra! Why are you here?” Neville was losing his patience.

Ginny smiled, “Why? Was I interrupting something?” She teased.

“Yes,” Blaise said.

Neville exclaimed, “No!”

“I see, I see," Ginny smiled. "I'll just make this quick then. I wanted to talk to you about the Auror thing more, Neville. I've been thinking about it all day,” she said, changing the subject.

“Why didn’t you go to Draco, Little Weasel?” Blaise asked.

Ginny blushed.

Blaise's eyebrows rose as she turned to Neville. “Well, Neville's my best friend. And he said he’d talk to someone.” she explained, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

"I actually haven’t - ahem - I haven’t had a chance to contact the office yet. It’s my day off, actually.” he told her, pulling on his collar.

Blaise snorted. “Anyway, I have to go. So, maybe you can get in touch with them now.” Blaise said. He stretched and Ginny noticed Neville’s eyes roam over his body.

“No, no, don’t leave on my account.” Ginny stood, instantly feeling bad. She'd interrupted them; she should have owled ahead of time.

“Oh, don’t worry, Weaslette. I have an appointment in a bit. Maybe, we’ll see each other later?” he asked, smiling mischievously at Neville.

Neville bit his lip and nodded shyly.

Neville let Blaise out and a few minutes later, he returned with a small smile.

Ginny scrunched her nose jokingly, "Neville! Not while I’m here!” she teased.

“Don’t even start, Gin.” he said, throwing himself on the couch next to her. He groaned.

“What? What’s wrong?” She asked, surprised by his reaction.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong? Are you seriously asking me that?” he asked.

“Uh, yes, I am,” she answered. She didn't like the expression he had on his face.

“He’s a bloke,” he said.

“Yeah, I did realize that,” she agreed.

“I'm one too!” he hissed.

And there was the problem. She should have realized it before.

“Aren’t you disgusted?” he asked.

“Disgusted? No, why?” she asked.

He growled, stood from the couch and mumbled, “forget about it.” He made his way towards the kitchen.

Ginny sighed, deciding to let it go. He obviously wasn't ready to talk about it and plus, she had her own problems to deal with at the moment.

“Look, I have to meet Gran for lunch in an hour. I’ll write to the Head Auror, Robards, when I get back. Want to have lunch with us?” he asked, running a hand through his hair.

He was really conflicted. She could tell in his movements.

“No, thank you,” she said, getting to her feet. Where Neville was a sweetheart, his Gran was not. She was like the Devil, Satan, and a bloody pain in the arse. “I should get back anyway. Artemis hasn’t eaten in a few hours. Plus I need to clean a bit.”

Neville nodded and led her out. He stopped at the door and said, “Don’t tell anyone about Blaise.”

“Are you ashamed?” she asked.

He hesitated and that was answer enough.

“If you’re ashamed then don’t do it again.” she told him.

He nodded, but judging by his expression, he was conflicted.

Ginny sighed. He was an adult and he needed to figure it out on his own. He couldn’t have anyone tell him what to do.

“Well, let me know what Robards says,” she said, stepping out and shutting the door behind her.