Title: Centerfold
Author: PeiPei
Rating: R for adult situations and mild slash
Ships: Draco/Ginny, Hermione/Harry
Summary: When Ginny's nude picture 'accidentally' gets mailed to the offices of Playwizard, she's in for the surprise of her life. Not only does the entire Wizarding World see the Minister of Magic's daughter in all her glory, but so does a certain grey-eyed Slytherin. Draco/Ginny
Disclaimer: I really don't know who created the whole idea of Playwizard, if anyone does know, please email me and I'll give the credit. I really don't owe any of the characters, they're all JK Rowling. I only own the plot.
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Chapter One:
Ginny Weasley hated Monday mornings with a passion. She always dreaded the feeling of waking up early and abandoning the security and coziness of her quilted comforter. She longed to stay snuggled up against her childhood teddy bear, Wontan for just a few more minutes, but her alarm clock continued to shout indecent messages to her (You're late! You're late you blundering chit!) Added the fact that it was an ungodly hour, she really had no incentive to get out of bed.
Waking up would also mean going to her dreadful workplace. You would think that the Minister of Magic's daughter would receive a better job than stamping approval notes for the Department of Portkey Regulations all day. One could only take so much when dealing with loonies who wanted to use Portkeys to find immortality in the deep jungles of Asia. God, she hated her job.
Just as the alarm was about to scream out a particular nasty word, Ginny clamped her hand on the snooze button, and fell back on her bed. She was walking a fine line between sleep and reality, when there were flashes that lit up the back of her eyelids, weighing the scale away from the blissfulness of sleep. Refusing to open her eyes, Ginny brushed off the flashes. But the flashes refused to be ignored and they soon began again in earnest with a soft and steady rhythm of clicks.
"What the …," Ginny grumbled, as she cracked opened her eyes. There, standing next to the bed was her assailant, a very blurry Colin Creevey with his new camera (a Polaroid he called it), taking snap shots of her 'just woken up' look. Ginny accomplished what she thought to be a satisfying glare in the general direction of the blur that was Colin. It really sucked to have Colin as a roommate; he was such an oddball at times.
"Stop glaring Gin, it's ruining the photos," Colin suddenly pointed out, ignoring the hostile looks he was sure she was giving him.
Ginny wiped at her eyes so that her vision cleared. "Colin what in the hell are you doing, barging in here while I'm trying to sleep!" Ginny asked irritably.
Colin lowered his camera and gave her a huge smile. "You're supposed to be getting up for work anyways, you know, that thing many of us do to make a living. Plus, I've a fantastic idea for my next gallery, Ginnybean," he held up the camera again and continued to flash pictures and talk at the same time. "I'd like to take pictures of people experiencing different emotions. You know, without pose. I'm trying to get loads of expressions, and so far so good. Until now." He set his camera down and looked at her, his green eyes settling on her with a little displeasure, "You're completely sullying my photographs." He huffed and left the room with his camera.
Ginny gaped at the young man. As far as she was concerned, photographers were completely nutters, especially gay ones. Ginny fell back on her bed and closed her eyes. As her body completely relaxed and her eyes shut, the alarm clock woke her up once again. "Get up you great ninny! Your arse will be grass if you're not at your job in 10 minutes!!"
She really, really hated Monday mornings.
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Stamping portkey approvals and conducting interviews for potential portkey users was something Ginny really didn't enjoy. At the moment, a Ravenclaw she had gone to school with was pleading his case to Ginny to let him turn a tie into a portkey so that he could take his girlfriend to a romantic getaway in Greece. As Terry Boot continued with his romantic explanation, Ginny was getting quite annoyed and jealous. Why couldn't she have someone who would whisk her off to Greece? Why couldn't she have someone to give her diamonds? Why couldn't she be the one who would be thoroughly shagged by the night's end? But not with Terry Boot, God no.
"So please, Ginny," Terry pleaded, interrupting her thoughts, "I really need this portkey to surprise Susan."
Ginny silently grumbled to herself. She had half a mind to reject his plea, but then she might be fired and she really did need the job…no matter how much she hated it. She forced a smile on her face and announced, "Of course Terry, I'll have it you by tomorrow morning."
Terry got up and began to thank her about how much it meant to him. While he continued his rambling, Ginny smiled at him and stamped "approved" in big red block letters for the millionth time that day.
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"Hermione thanks so much for getting me out of that hell hole," Ginny said gratefully, as she sipped her iced tea. She and Hermione were lounging at a new café called Mama's Stuff in Muggle London not far from the Leaky Cauldron. The food served was good for the soul and reminded Ginny of her mother's hot homemade meals. The place was usually crowded, but the two women had avoided coming at the lunch rush hour and there were only a handful of people in the café.
Hermione laughed, saying, "Then why are you still working there Ginny? It's been about a year, and you yourself said that after a year you would quit," she pointed out. "Why not join the International Magic Cooperation sect? I know that you love traveling and working with new people. It could be a perfect fit."
Ginny scrunched her face, "And spend my days measuring a cauldron's thickness? I think not," she said distastefully. "This job is just a stepping stone for me anyways, I haven't found the right job yet, and plus I need the money right now, even if my boss is a wanker." Hermione had come to pick her up just in time to see her and her boss, Marcus Flint in a heated row. He had been lecturing Ginny on her carelessness in casting the exact location on the portkeys.
"Flint can be such an arse at times," Hermione declared and suddenly smiled, "but he's become quite a hot number since he had his teeth redone."
Ginny rolled her eyes. She was too used to women saying that Flint had become quite handsome since he had work done on his teeth. Not a day went by without some tart walking into Flint's office and not coming out without looking completely disheveled. "Disgusting Hermione, just disgusting; how you can even think that way about Marcus Flint of all people?" she joked.
The two young women continued to laugh and reminisce about old school friends as they continued their lunch long into the afternoon.
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Ginny huffed and took in a large intake of breath as she strode up the last few steps up to her flat. The lift was in repairs, and walking up seven flights of stairs was not easy for someone who wasn't keen on exercising and loved to plow through sweets. She cursed to herself and wondered why she agreed to room with Colin in the first place. She had come home to the Burrow quite late one night, and found her mother waiting up for her. They began a heated argument, which resulted in Ginny finding a flat with her friend Colin Creevey the very next day.
She fumbled with the keys and opened the door. Once she entered she was welcomed with the smell of freshly baked apple pie. That was another quirk of living with a gay room mate; they were fantastic cooks. Colin could be quite odd at times, like him photographing her in the early morning, but his cooking all but made up for it. She dropped her purse and parchments as she crossed the room to the apple pie. She was careful to avoid the many photographs lying on the table; Colin could be a git at times when it came to his photos.
"Mmm, just what I need," Ginny sighed as the scent of apples and cinnamon overtook her senses.
After coming home from Flint's excessive lecturing and stamping so many times her hand hurt, it was good to be greeted by sinfully good deserts. She knew she would need to play Quidditch with Harry and Ron for an entire weekend to burn away all the calories. As she was about to cut into the pie, she noticed that there were rosettes of whipped cream on the counter. That struck her as odd for Colin was very clean and usually scolded her for not doing her share of chores. "Hmm, that's quite strange," Ginny said to herself. She looked down on the floor and noticed that there were even more drips of whipped cream. Not only were they in the kitchen but some near the living room and some on the stairs. After even more careful examination, Ginny found clothing and shoes that obviously didn't belong to Colin. As Ginny contemplated what exactly was going on, it suddenly struck her. Colin had someone over and they were doing much more than eating whipped cream and apple pie.
Just as Ginny was about to scoop up the slice of pie, and visit the neighbour, she heard someone coming down the stairs.
"Oh don't worry Ollie, I'll be doing much more with that whip after I get us some more pie," came Colin's familiar voice.
Ginny squeaked and was about to head to the door when she came face to face with Colin, in nothing but his tight Gryffindor shorts. The overexcited smile on his face disappeared once he saw Ginny.
Ginny flushed, this wasn't the first time that she had caught him with one of his lovers.
"Gin," Colin said nervously, "what are you doing back so early?"
"Well you see, I was-," Ginny started but was cut off when she heard another voice.
"Oh Colin, get back up here and fu--," the male trailed off as he saw Ginny.
"Oliver??" Ginny exclaimed with widened eyes, "Oliver Wood?!" She was taken back. She really couldn't believe that Oliver was … gay. He was such a guys guy back in Hogwarts, and he went through handfuls of women back then as well. Oh, this was a surprise. She really couldn't believe that the twins had never told her of Oliver's … sexual preferences. Ginny looked at Oliver once again. He was quite fetching half naked. Tanned, tall, slightly muscled and hot as sin … the good ones were always gay.
"Err … yes," Oliver said nervously, "I think I'd best be going now." He hurried up the stairs up to Colin's room, with a less than agreeable Colin after him.
"Oh my," Ginny said to herself as she walked her way back to the kitchen counter. Oliver Wood. Gay. It was always the good ones. Always.
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"You know what Ginny," Colin slowly walked towards his room mate, "you really have this odd knack of popping up when I'm in the middle of something important." He had been in the middle of a very intense session with the delicious Oliver Wood when Ginny had interrupted them. This resulted in cutting their "meeting" short and having to unwillingly escort Oliver out.
Ginny turned her head quickly towards Colin. "Colin, I already said I was sorry," taking another bite of her pie.
Colin rubbed his temples and moved to sit across from her. "I know Gin, but you said sorry the last time, and the last time before that, and thank God you didn't interrupt my session with Terry Boot yesterday, you probably wouldn't be here right now if you did!" he tried to say calmly.
"Well I can't help it if it's an accide-wait did you just say Terry Boot?" she asked in a surprised voice.
"Yes," Colin answered, "why?"
"But, he's … he's straight," Ginny explained.
Colin frowned. "Really? It didn't seem like it, he told me this lengthy history of his gayness," Colin sighed, "that's the problem with him, he has this really bad habit of talking for hours on end after sex."
"No, Colin, no," Ginny argued, "he's been seeing Susan Bones for over a year now, and you just shagged him yesterday?"
"What?" Colin said, suddenly interested. He was such a sucker for the latest gossip. "But how can that be, he seems so-wait, Ginny stop trying to change the subject."
Ginny's mouth formed a small 'o', "Colin how can you say that? He's going on a romantic getaway with her and more or less proposing to her as well!"
Colin rolled his eyes at the girl, "Ginny stop interfering in other people's affairs. Now back to the matter of hand, you need to stop popping in out of the blue on me, sometimes I think you plan this just to get yourself hot."
"What?!" Ginny suddenly stood up to her full, yet unintimidating frame and gave Colin an angry glare. "So you think I'm some kind of voyeur? That my sex life is so lacking that I have to see gay men prance around half naked in my apartment? Is that what you think Colin?"
Colin blinked, "Yes actually I do." He was completely unaffected by Ginny's temper at the moment, and he knew that he was going to pay for it tomorrow. But right now, he was much too annoyed at her to even think straight.
Ginny began to incoherently sputter at Colin. All he could really understand was that he was a wanker of a roommate, with a dash of idiocy. She finished off by calling him a very inappropriate name, saying his current photo idea sucked and that she was going upstairs.
Colin slowly breathed and yelled up to Ginny that he was going outside to take a fag. Oh he knew that she hated his disgusting habit of smoking but he loved to rile her up over it. With that he took his pack of cigarettes and walked out the door.
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She hated Colin sometimes, she really did. After she heard the sound of the door slamming, Ginny quietly walked down the stairs and straight towards the apple pie. She had this nasty habit of eating for comfort, which could be why she wasn't in tip top shape. However, she cut up her fifth slice of pie and began to wallow in her own self pity.
It was sad really, she was 20 years old and had only had sex with one person. Even in her lack of experience, she knew her partner hadn't been that good. He was decent, but not fantastic. He always left her wanting more and unfulfilled. It had been such a long time since she had been with someone and it was making her anxious for a man's touch. But she wasn't spying on Colin and his partners; she really wasn't interested in Colin's affairs or the hot men he brought home. Oh no. Of course she wasn't interested.
"I need to get laid," Ginny declared to no one in particular.
Ginny pushed away the half eaten apple pie and laid her head on the table. Sometime later, she heard a distinct tapping sound on her window. She looked up and saw an owl with a post. She quickly opened the window and let the owl and cold breeze in. She fed the owl a small treat and it flew off into the night.
"Who in the world could be owling me at this time," Ginny asked herself.
She slipped the letter out of the envelope and noticed it was from St Mungo's. She sighed, and fell back on the closest sofa. She knew this was coming, and she didn't want another reminder of the "incident", as she called it. The parchment read that her fine was long overdue and they were expecting the 125 Galleons by tomorrow night. Ginny threw the parchment on the coffee table and closed her eyes. This day honestly could not get any worse.
The "incident" had happened about two months ago, when she was still seeing her boyfriend of a year, Roger Davies. They had been in the middle of an intense snogging session, when Roger suddenly had the bright idea to try out a spell he had just discovered. He explained to Ginny the specifics of the spell as she slowly widened her eyes. He couldn't be thinking of doing this, no he couldn't. He wanted to enlarge a certain part of his anatomy. Ginny had her doubts about the whole spell, but with a few kisses and caresses he had convinced her. So he laid there while Ginny cast the spell, and at first everything had seemed alright, but then everything went downhill from there. As they continued kissing, touching, something very odd began to happen. His anatomy continued to get larger and it wouldn't stop. Roger simply told her to just say a shrinking spell and that would reverse the spell. At first it worked, but it happened again. At this point Ginny began to panic, she used the shrinking spell again, but it only grew larger. Somehow Ginny called in a representative from St. Mungo's, and the representative (with a chuckle) brought Roger to the hospital and treated him. Afterwards, a thoroughly flushed Ginny spoke with the healer and representative. They stated that whoever cast the spell would need to pay a fine of 125 Galleons. Ginny had nodded while her cheeks reddened even more. After the "incident", Ginny and Roger's sex life seemed to have plummeted. After a few more weeks of dating, Roger finally called it off, pointing towards communication problems. However, Ginny knew it had been because of the "incident".
Ginny felt restless and tired. What she really needed was a hot shower and a good night's rest. With that, she went up the stairs and tried to forget about the entire day.
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Colin blew out the last of his fag before treading up the stairs to his flat. He really hadn't meant most of the things he had said to Ginny. He was just vexed that she was always interrupting his intimate moments with some hot bloke. He figured that he needed to apologize to his childhood friend before things really got ugly.
When he finally reached the front door, he was out of breath. "Need to quit smoking soon," Colin promised to himself. He raked his hands through his hair and finally went in. The flat was empty and all he heard was the water coming from the shower upstairs. "Good, it'll give me time to prepare," Colin thought. He knew that some kind of dessert would always make Ginny feel better and if anything, be more lenient towards his apology. He walked towards the kitchen and noticed the unfinished apple pie and St. Mungo's official notice. Colin laughed as he remembered when Ginny confided in him about her incident with Roger Davies.
Colin stopped to look at his photos spread out on the table. He had many expressions of random people; sad, happy, lazy, angry. He was missing a surprised look, and contemplated the means of getting it. As he started to get the ingredients for lemon tarts, it suddenly struck him. Ginny was upstairs taking a shower, and she didn't know that he was home. Colin smiled to himself, grabbed his camera and went upstairs. He knew Ginny was still mad at him, and would get even angrier at him, but he couldn't deny a chance for great art. He waited outside the shower door as he heard the water turn off. He would just take a quick shot of Ginny in her towel with her surprised look. He would then apologize profusely and explain it was all for art and that he would make her a dozen lemon tarts to make it up to her. And then that would be the end of it.
"Colin, you're a genius," he congratulated himself.
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"Oh damn, I forgot my towel," Ginny said a loud. She had tossed her towel in the laundry bin and had forgotten to bring in a new one. She had thrown her wand aside in her bedroom in haste to get to the hot water. Ginny figured that since there was no one in the flat, she might as well walk out of the bathroom naked and get her towel. What she didn't expect was to open the door and be greeted with the flash of a camera.
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Colin was eagerly waiting for Ginny to walk out. When she did, he took the picture quickly with no time to react to her nakedness. It wasn't until Ginny had yelled out, "WHAT IN THE BLOODY FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!", that he had noticed that Ginny wasn't covered in a towel at all. He lowered the camera and stared at the naked form of Ginny before she tried to cover herself with the bath curtains.
Now if Colin was a straight man, he would be drooling and cocking his head to the side and staring at her. But he wasn't, plus he had more grace than that. Instead, he sputtered a few excuses and ran down the stairs.
From upstairs, she heard her scream out, "YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD REASON FOR THIS CREEVEY!"
"I do! It was all for art Ginny! I needed a surprised look for my next exhibit! And I thought you'd be in a towel!" Colin replied as he set the photo on the kitchen counter.
"You are going to die Colin!!" she shouted in reply.
Colin nervously looked around the flat and saw the letter from St. Mungos. "I'll make it up to you Ginny! Don't worry! I'll start by paying the fine for your 'incident' with Roger Davies!" He quickly picked up the letter and brought it over to the counter. He took out the reply letter attached to it and filled it out.
"Oh you better Creevey, you better!" hollered Ginny.
It really wasn't good to have Ginny this mad at him. He found an envelope and put in the 125 Galleons he had found in his sack of money. He scooped up the reply letter, but unknowingness to him, the Polaroid of Ginny was right underneath the reply letter. He sealed up the envelope and went to Ginny's owl, Athena and told her to take it to St. Mungo's.
He quickly crossed to the kitchen and began searching for the remainder of the ingredients for the tarts.
"I'm starting to make you some lemon tarts Gin! And they'll be bloody fantastic!" he yelled back up to her.
"They better be bloody fantastic Colin, or you won't be able to use that pecker of yours for 'Ollie' anymore!" Ginny threatened from upstairs.
Colin gulped. As Colin continued baking, an owl flew into the coming dawn, intent on delivering an envelope filled with a fine that was 2 months, 1 week, and 5 days overdue and a naked picture of Ginny Weasley to St. Mungo's Hospital.
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A/N: Well, there you have it, part one of my fanfic. Hopefully it wasn't too painful? So review please?