Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter if I did I'd be rich and famous and I would not resort to writing fan-fiction.
A/N: Hey yall! This my first fic ever! Ok so go easy on me please and read and review please! and if you don't like my story please don't eat me alive!, and I must give a shout out to DoMiNaTrIx and The Victoria Beast, as well as SpLaSh and Bill, love yall enjoy my fic!
~*~*~*~*Another Piece of Fabric*~*~*~*~
~*~*Chapter 1: Freaking Out Over Fashion*~*~
"I can't do this by myself! Designs I can do! Models I can deal with, but putting on a star studded style bash I can't do, and how am I supposed to keep the executives from Fire Breather Industries entertained? What if they hate my line! Or worse yet the show, I think I'm having a nervous breakdown, where's Colin when you need him?" said Ginny in an anxious and exhausted voice.
It was yet another one of those days where everything was going wrong as Ginny stood pacing in her chic downtown Diagon Alley office. You may be wondering just what in the world Ginny had to be so worried about, well for starters she had just been promoted to head of fashion for Enchanted, and to top it all off she had less than forty-two hours to go before her first fashion show and the premiere of her new line.
On top of all that the caterer was late, her best friend/ top male model / sometimes secretary Colin Creevy had gotten bitten by a doxie and was currently being cared for by his long time boyfriend Neville Longbottom (Neville had realized his true feelings about 'guys', mainly Colin after a brief rendezvous with Mr. Creevy after the Yule Ball.) Ginny caught a smile forming on her face when she thought of how shy both of her best friends had been when they finally admitted their feelings for each other.
Ginny also thought that Colin's doxie story had been a little fishy and she suspected that said person was most likely being shagged to death by a one, Mr. Longbottom; Ginny felt another smile form on her face as she wished desperately that she could find the type of love that they had. Ginny felt her smile quickly fade away when her desk phone rang for the trillionth time that day.
" Hello Executive Fashion Designer, Ginny Weasley Speaking" said Ginny in her best (I'll kiss your ass if you'll kiss mine voice.)
"Gin, babe I'm so sorry I wasn't able to be there but I finished everything, so before you get yourself all worked up look in my lower left desk drawer and pick up the large black folder it's color coded pink=fashions, yellow= lights and music, green=guests and pay checks…and Gin I put that in descending order by who's the most important and who has the most dinero, anyway aqua=drinks and refreshment, and last but not least silver for seating arrangements."
Ginny reached into her desk and stood up triumphantly holding the folders. After doing a small happy dance she sunk happily down to the floor muttering things to herself like,
"I'm not going to die… My life isn't going down the shit hole! I'm not going to end up on the street…"
"Ginny... Ginny....Ginny?, come back to the world of the sane, Gin! honey all you have to do is be backstage at four o'clock pm to prepare the models for the show at seven, oh and don't forget you'll need at date and a dress and I know you can get the latter but getting a man for yourself is up to you… unless you'd like to swing the other way for once?"
It hit Ginny like a sack of galleons Ginny started asking herself why there was always a but, why to every great thing must there be a but?
" Colin I can't get anybody… I, there's Harry… but... I.... Oh, Colin what am I going to do! What if the executives from Fire Breather Industries see that I don't have a man and they decide not to give us the grant, and if they don't give us the grant I won't be able to keep designing, and then I might lose my job… and…and.!?!?"
"Ginny baby, sweetheart, sugar quill they wouldn't do that I promise. In fact forget needing a man I'll bring someone by the night of as a stand-in."
Ginny made a skeptical look at the phone as if questioning the speaker and not the phone
"Gin. You still there?"
"Neville is that you? Am I on speaker phone?"
"Yes it's me, and yes your on speaker phone! Anyway, Gin, Colin's right its only one night and your not getting married. It's like a…a one nighter if you will …well not in the exact sense. Come on Gin you never know you may just like who Colin brings!"
"Colin can you hear me?"
"Yes, Gin?"
" Listen Colin I'm not going to go out with another one of your lesbian friends!"
"Gin, no one said anything about lesbians and I promise I'll find you someone handsome and sweet and I promise it'll be a she."
"Colin" Ginny said fear and anger sounding in her voice
"I meant he, Oh Gin you know me I'm not picky she, he, it same difference to me," Ginny growled into the phone
"Alright, Alright I'll sure it's a he"
"Col I don't know maybe I could just go stag and show my female independence, you know like my ability to stand strong and alone, very alone…"
"Spoken like a true lesbian, Gin I think I might cry that was beautiful, and I was truly moved, but seriously Ginny what'll it be?"
"Alright, alright but if anything goes wrong I'll hunt you down and roast you inside out on a spit… Col, Nev I wish Harry was here, I wish he could hold me, I wish he could see me up there being the important one for once, I'm so angry with him for leaving me alone and yet when he comes to see me I can never bring myself to say that it's over.
"Now Gin," said Neville in a motherly voice "Gin I'm so sorry, I know you miss Harry, and I know that he sometimes neglects you, but you know that he's working with the Aurors rounding up and arresting the rest of the rebel death eaters; and I think that's just a little more important than…"
" It's more important than me? Is that what you were going to say? Never mind, Neville... I'm sorry, anyway Colin are you still going to help me on opening night?"
"Of course I am Gin and Neville says he didn't mean it that way… Did you Neville?"
"No I did'nt and I'm the one who should be sorry! Gin you'll get over him and we'll help you."
Ginny stifled a yawn, wiped away a tear and looked down at her watch
"Look Col I'm sorry but I'm totally thrashed. I'm going home now before I pass out."
"Alright Gin, see ya…oh Gin wait here's a piece of advice. When you get home take a hot bath, have a strong drink, and go straight to bed cause tomorrow's going to be ten times worse and your going to need it."
"Alright Col, I will, I promise and I hope you feel better… oh yeah put Nev on the phone."
"Hello Gin, I love you."
"I love you to Nev. I'm sorry I got angry it's just it's getting lonely at the top, anyway, on a less yet more serious note Nev don't keep him up all night, please! I need him to keep me from falling apart tomorrow and he also has to model, Ok!?!"
"Alright Gin, Night" said Neville with a hint of laughter in his voice; and with that Ginny finally hung up the phone and began to pack up for her trip home.
"Accio…palm-pilot…accio…laptop…accio purse…accio Limited Travel Bag…no not that one the other one yes the silver and black one… accio Starbucks travel mug…accio design plans and sketch pad…accio camera… and last but not least... accio show folder."
Ginny looked around the room trying to see if there was anything she might have forgotten having the slightest feeling that she might have forgotten something important she picked up her remembrall off her desk and gave it a quick squeeze the smoke remained a crystal like clear white, and this strengthened Ginny's resolve.
Ginny grabbed her wand and shrunk her now completely full travel bag and put it in her purse, finally with two flicks of her wand Ginny cut off all of her electric equipment, turned out the lights and locked the door. Ginny decided that she would arapparate onto the street and walk home even though she was extremely tired; and with a small pop Ginny landed a little less than gracefully on the dimly lighted street below and began her trek home. As Ginny walked she said her final verbal thought for the evening.
"I wonder if I'm worrying my life away, I miss Harry so much, but he doesn't care and he's probably shacking up with some auror chick right now anyway. I guess I need to move on, and maybe Nev's right, maybe I need to try being single for awhile because this hurts to much." and with that final thought Ginny pulled out her newly bought muggle I-pod and began her trekk home while listening to Jason Mraz's "The Remedy"
A/N: I love this sad yet strong Ginny she reminds me of well me!!! Hey this writing thing is very tiring no wonder J.K. took so long to write the fifth book! Any who I must give a shout out to OCHPD, OCTFD, and OCOBD love yall and I'll try my best to update as soon as possible but now it's 12:53 and I am totally thrashed love you all have a blessed night and a heavenly morning!!! Ciao Bella, Love, Gemma Weasley, wow I'm such a git.
