Bad [Harry Potter Fanfiction] (Bad Series: 1)

17 | Whiplash

Fuck that.

She wouldn't do a damn thing for him. If he wanted the Locket, well, he would have to get it all on his bloody own. She would have no part in that job any longer.

"Rot in Hell," she hissed, throwing her bag across the room. It hit the wall and slid to the floor.

What gave a man the right to think she would do anything for him? 

She stormed into the kitchen and pulled the Ogden's Firewhiskey bottle from on top of her refrigerator. She opened it and took a deep sip, it burned as it went down. She winced but took another sip.

Leaning back against the counter, she exhaled, closing her eyes. Get under control, she thought. She ran a hand over her face. Merlin's Beard. One more deep sip, a soft buzz filled her. Her fury started to lessen. 

"Men," she muttered, pushing away from the counter and moved out of the kitchen. She dropped onto her couch and kicked up her feet. Men, always thinking they knew what was best. Always thinking they knew what needed to be done. Wanting to tell her what to do. Wanting to protect her. She snorted. She could take care of herself.

A knock resounded in the flat.

Ginny grabbed for her wand, her heart pounding, as she shot to her feet. They were here. The Aurors were here for her. He'd told them. Her gaze shot to the dining room table. The golden vase shined from the light from the kitchen. They were here-

The knock came again. She frowned. They wouldn't knock a second time. Who was it? Not many knew where she lived. Not even her family. Only Neville and Luna. It didn't feel right to have people know where she lived. Fifteen, twenty minutes away from King's Cross Station and close to the Old Westminster Library, she was hidden away in a muggle flat.

The knock came again. Her heart sped up again. Neville or Hannah would announce themselves. They knew she didn't like unannounced company. Her grip tightened on her wand and held it at her side as she came to lean against the wall beside the door. She took a deep breath, calming herself, then pulled open the door. 

She lifted her wand when she saw who was standing there. She threw in a glare for good measure. "What are you doing here, Potter?"

"I can't believe you stunned me!" He hissed, looking down the corridor. 

She rolled her eyes. "How did you find me?" she asked instead. Electricity shot up her spine but she ignored it. Merlin's Pants. Why did she always react like this with him?

He shrugged. "I have my ways." He peeked down the corridor again. "Can you put your wand away? I'm pretty sure this is a muggle flat."

Obliviating muggles would only tire her out. She lowered her wand but didn't put it away.

Nodding, he slid his hands into his pockets. "What were you doing with Malfoy?" he asked.

She blinked.

"I saw you with him." He crossed his arms. "What're you doing with him?"

Anger bubbled in her chest. Who was he to ask her that? "It's none of your business." 

"Malfoy can't be trusted, Ginny." He took a step closer to her. She held her hand up and he stopped just short. "He's no good."

She bit the inside of her cheek and looked away. Who she associated with wasn't any of his business. He gave up any right of that when he walked away from her. "Go away, Potter."

"I'm serious, Ginny. Malfoy always has some hidden agenda. He's not-"

She cut him off. "It's none of your business what I do with Malfoy."