(Okay, we're going to try this one last time. I had to install Office onto my computer, so I'm seriously hoping that this is going to work. However if it DOES do it again… IT'S NOT MY FAULT! It wasn't my fault the first times it did this either. I upload the chapter and when it posted it, BAM, there were underlines and funky italics and shit. I don't know. But if it does it this time, then oh well. I'll try and figure out what's it doing when I put up the second chapter.)

Can't Hurry Love

Chapter 1

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"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on there missy!" Colin Creevy yelled as his boss/ best friend/ flat mate rushed past him. "Where are you off to?"

Ginny Weasley turned and smiled at him as she grabbed up her purse. "Whoa nothing, Colin. I'm meeting Mum for lunch. I'll be back in an hour." She threw her keys into the vintage Chanel bag Colin had gotten her for Christmas. "Maybe less." She added as an after thought. Lunch with her mother was sometimes a little trying, to say the least.

Colin fingered through a packet of photos his assistant had just laid on his desk. "I'm putting 50 on less." He mumbled. "But don't hold me to that. Have fun with your Mum and tell her hi for me."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure, listen, if the Thompson woman floos again, tell her everything's the same as the last eight times she called. The flowers are on order, the cake has to wait until the day before, and for the last time, the bridesmaid's gowns are blue not pink!" Ginny shoved at a piece of hair that escaped its prison behind her ear. Honestly, if that woman flooed one more time, Ginny was going to kill someone.

Colin glanced up at her. "Yes, monCapitan!" He gave her a mock salute before turning back to his photographs.

"Why do I bother?" Ginny mumbled and she hurriedly headed out of their office. The door clicked shut behind her and she made her way down the stairs and out onto Diagon Alley. The café she was meeting her mother at wasn't that far but her floo call to the florist had taken a bit more time than it should have.

Her three and a half inch Ferragamo Slingbacks clicked sharply on the cobbled street as she made her way down to the café. It was relatively easy to find her mother, considering she was the only blazing red-head in the vicinity.

"Hi, Mum." Ginny said as she sat down across the table.

Her mother put down her glass of tea. "Hello, dearest. How was work?" Molly asked, as she always did.

Ginny picked up the glass of tea her mother had ordered for her and took a sip. "Oh, you know, busy, busy, busy." She set the glass back down and gave the waiting waitress her order.

"I would imagine so. It is wedding season after all." Molly replied. She was extremely proud of her daughter. In six years Ginny had built an empire in the wedding industry. Her daughter was renowned throughout all of the Wizarding world for her elaborate weddings. The rich and famous vied for her time, the middle class strived to be chosen for a consultation, and little girls aspired to be like her. All in all, her little Ginny had become the most affluent and prominent of her children. She hadn't had to worry once about how Ginny was going to get by, and it had all started with a family wedding.

It happened the year after Ginny had graduated from Hogwarts. Charlie's fiancée, Bianca, had fired all the wedding planners they had hired, due to the fact that each and every one of them had tried to take over the wedding completely. None of them had listened to a word Bianca said and had tried to force her into a wedding she didn't want. Ginny had happened upon Bianca one day as the latter was pouring over bridal magazines and coming apart at the seams. Ginny had taken over effortlessly and easily. The wedding that had resulted from Ginny's little intervention had been magnificent to say the least, and, coincidentally, just what Bianca had wanted. People had raved about the ceremony and Bianca had immediately referred Ginny for any future bridal needs.

After that the floo calls had started pouring in. Within a matter of months Ginny had been able to hire on Colin Creevy as her personal photographer and assistant. Together they'd opened an office in Diagon Alley called Empire Events. Not long after that the two had moved out of their parents houses and into a town home on Silver Lane; the most prestigious starter community in all of Wizarding Britain.

Molly never had to worry about Ginny. Well, except in one aspect. "So, how did your date with Liam go?" She queried.

Ginny sighed. "It was okay, Mum." She hated it when her mother brought up her love life.

"Just okay? Did he ask you out again?"

Ginny had known it was inevitable, the Molly Inquisition. She'd had a date last weekend with a very wealthy, very good looking Irish Potions Master named Liam O'Neil. He was 28, never been married, drop dead gorgeous, had a home in every resort destination possible, and was so self absorbed Ginny had had to cut the date early. After the twelfth time he'd started on about his leaps and bounds in the potions field Ginny had had enough. So, she'd feigned a migraine and apparated back to her flat.

"Yes, he did, but I turned him down." It always helped to tell her mother the truth, even when she knew it would bring another lecture about how her biological clock was ticking away and so on and so forth. Luckily, the lecture was delayed by the arrival of their food. It didn't, however, delay it for long enough.

"Why did you turn him down? He was so handsome." Molly continued. She really couldn't understand why Ginny would turn down someone like Liam O'Neil.

"Mum, he thought more of himself than he did of me. I'm not going to be with someone who only thinks of himself." Ginny answered. She took a hurried bite of her sandwich so the retort that threatened to slip out of her mouth stayed safely put away. That, and the fact that when he kissed me it was like kissing a Great Dane. Ugh, I thought I'd never get the spit off my face! She thought, but her mother didn't need to know that.

"Dearest, you have to settle down sometime. You're twenty-five years old, you should be thinking of starting a family. You should be thinking of your own wedding, not everyone else's."

Ginny stifled the groan that threatened to escape with another bite. "Mum, I have a business to run. And I just so happen to love planning other people's weddings. Couldn't you at least be happy that I'm happy? I mean come on, I'm successful, I'm independent, I'm happy. Isn't that enough?" She ate a little more of her sandwich before waving down their waitress for a to-go box. It looked like Colin was right. Lunch was about to be cut short.

"I know, Ginny, it's just that I want you happily married. You deserve someone to be happy with." Molly said soothingly.

This time Ginny didn't stifle her sigh. "I know what you want, Mum. And look, it'll happen when it happens. The Great Mother hasn't deemed it the right time in my life for something like this. You should know you can't force Her hand in things like this." She filled the box with her half-eaten meal. "Listen, mum. I've got to go. I've got a meeting in an hour and still have things that have to get done." Ginny shrunk the box and stuck in carefully into her purse before standing. She leaned forward and gave her mother a peck on her aged cheek. "I love you, and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow then, dearest." Her mother replied.

Ginny gave her mother one last smile, picked her drink up off the table, and left the café. It took all she had not to hex something, or someone, into oblivion. She hated when her mother put her under a scope like that. It made her feel like she was the disappointment of the family. Hell, even Ron was married! And that left her. The youngest Weasley, and the only girl in the family; twenty-five and still single.

And it wasn't for lack of trying. She'd had date after date with all sorts of various men. There was once when she thought it was actually going to work. Christopher had been perfect. Handsome, suave, affectionate, sweet, caring, etcetera, etcetera. Or at least she'd thought so, until she'd apparated in on him and his secretary "taking diction", as it were. So, she'd done what any sensible woman would have done and shot him with her best Bat Boogey Hex. Chris hadn't been able to stop sneezing, and each time he did, his boogies were bigger and badder than the previous ones. By the end of the night, or so she'd heard, his secretary had had to take him to Saint Mungo's just to have a reversal spell done. Not nearly what he deserved, rat bastard. Ginny thought angrily.

She had virtually given up on men after that. Liam was the first date she'd had in around four months, and she'd only gone out with him to appease her mother. And she sure as the seven hells wasn't going to be doing that again.

She brushed away a stray piece of hair as she strode back into her office building. Fingers fumbling in her bag, she pulled out a fifty galleon note. Colin had been right about lunch with her mother. The man in question looked up at her as she entered the office.

"Well, well, well, look who's back."

"Bugger it, Colin," Ginny stated as she tossed the note on his desk. Colin made a show of holding the note up to the light to examine its authenticity. Ginny flopped down in her chair and pulled out the box that contained her meal.

"What? None for me?" Colin asked as he nipped a chip from her. She smacked his hand.

"Back off, I'm starving and you wouldn't believe how hard it was not to act like it while I was there." She explained.

Colin leaned back in his chair and flung his feet up onto his desk. "So, just how bad did she rip into you this time?"

Ginny swallowed and took a sip of her tea before answering. "Not as bad as it normally was, unbelievably. Though she did try and hound me about Liam." She sighed around the bite in her mouth. It seemed like she was doing an awful lot of that lately. "Any calls during the whole ten minutes I was out?"

"Actually, yes. And you'll never believe who wants a consultation." Colin handed her a small piece of parchment.

Ginny nearly choked on the food she was swallowing. "You're shitting me!"

"No ma'am, I'm not!" Colin took on his favorite shit eating grin. "This could mean big, big bucks for us, my dear. You're stupid if you don't take it."

"No Colin, I'd be more than just stupid, I'd be insane. Certifiably, clinically proven insane." She did an insane little leg dance that had her heels clicking on the hardwood, giving Colin a good laugh.

"So? Are you going to call?"

Ginny shot Colin her best you're-a-moron look. "Of course I am you daft plank." She grabbed her purse from the desk and stood, running a hand over her outfit, making sure to tuck the flyaway pieces of her hair behind her ears as she did.

"Wait, you're going now?" Colin asked as he almost choked on his water.

"Why not?" Ginny replied as she headed over to the abysmally large fireplace. "This is just the consultation before the consultation. No worries, I'll be back in an hour! Kisses!" She ran the soot repellant spell over herself before she grabbed a pinch of the powder and tossed it into the flames. "Zabini Financial," she stated, and she was off.

"Thank you for flooing Zabini Financial. How may I help you?" The woman behind the desk asked like a drone before actually looking up to the counter.

Goddess above, this crone must've walked the earth with said goddess. "Yes, My name is Ginevra Weasley, I'm the owner of Empire Events. My associate informed me that Mr. Zabini had flooed about a consultation."

The crone behind the counter blinked in surprise before scurrying out of her chair to stick her head in the door to her right. Ginny hated having to wait, given that her nerves were strung tight with excitement. She was very proud of herself, however, when she managed to keep her face a mask of impassivity and almost irritation when the old woman returned to the desk. "He'll see you now," was all she said.

Ginny resisted the urge to roll her eyes, but followed the woman to the door and walked through when it was held open for her. As soon as the door was shut behind her she ran into Blaise's waiting arms.

Blaise picked her up and spun her around. "By the gods woman, you can't go so long without talking to a man!" He hugged her tighter before finally releasing her. She smiled beautifully at him before swatting his arm.

"Oh, hush, Blaise. It's a two way street, that one." She reminded him with a lift of her elegantly waxed eyebrows. He kissed her cheek loudly before stepping away to the small bar he had.

"Wine, love? Or something stronger?" He asked as he waved a hand at all the bottles lining the two shelves.

"Wine please. I am after all, supposed to be working here." She reminded him as she set her purse on his desk.

"And here I was thinking you wouldn't do a favor for an old friend." Blaise poured her a glass of a 50 year old sweet Trockenbeerenauslese (1) Riesling. The bottle alone must have cost hundreds of galleons, Ginny mused. Of course, she wasn't just doing the event for the money. She and Blaise had been friends since school, and for everything he'd done for her, she owed him at least this much.

"Because we are so old," Ginny laughed as she took the glass. The wine was sweet and bitter at once, and amazingly well preserved. Of course, when one was dealing with Blaise Zabini, one never got anything but the best. "And of course, I'd answer your floo. I'm not doing your wedding am I?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Of course not, I'm still searching for Mr. Right, after all." Blaise replied.

"Ahh, still haven't found the right man for the job?" Ginny had known Blaise was gay the instant she'd met him. Oh, he played himself straight, but dear gods above, once you got him in private, it was off with the act and into himself. Which was were they were now. Blaise was being Blaise and not Mr. Zabini.

The man himself gave her a half-hearted glare before sipping his own wine. "Do you even realize just how many gay men there are in Wizarding Britain? And on top of that just how many of them are money grubbing fiends?!"

Ginny got an idea. And insane, wonderful, this'll work out so well, idea. "Hmm, Mr. Right you say? I just so happen to know another particular gay man searching for just the same thing."

Blaise raised an eyebrow. "Oh you do, do you?" He wasn't to keen on being "set up", however, Ginevra he did trust. "And just how did you meet said gay man? Hmm?"

She took another sip of her wine, a sly grin on her face. "He's my personal assistant/ photographer. And we just so happen to live together."

Blaise had to admit he was intrigued. A man who worked for Ginevra would have his own money, and not be digging in to Blaise's vault for it. And the people who tended to gather around Ginevra's lively personality, often times had the same disposition. "And does he have a name?"

Ginny smiled beautifully at him. "Of course he does. It's Colin Creevy."

Blaise choked on his wine, coughing and sputtering, while Ginny laughed at him. "You're kidding!?" Blaise finally managed to wheeze out as he took the handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at the spill.

"Now, why every would I do that?" Ginny replied. She set her wine down on Blaise's desk and took out her wand, removing the spots from Blaise's crisp white dress shirt. "I'm very serious, Blaise. Colin is my dearest friend, my flat mate, he's loaded, and believe it or not he's rather nice to look at. The least you could do is give him a chance. He needs someone steady in his life. All the other prats who date him, are just that…prats. He needs a partner. Someone he can laugh with and," she shot a pointed look his way, "someone who won't mind the hours he works."

Blaise couldn't help the doubt he felt. Last he'd seen Colin Creevy, the boy was just that, a boy. He was too tall and too skinny, his eyes too big for his face, and his dirty blonde hair had been an unruly mess. Not to mention his odd taste in fashion. To Blaise's cultured taste the boy had been asking for a make-over. But even he had to admit there had been something in those overly large blue eyes that intrigued him. "And just why should I?" He asked carefully.

Ginny sighed, yet again. She was really going to have to work on that. "Because, you're both people that I care about very much. And you of all people should know that my greatest wish is to see those I care about happy. Blaise, please, just one date."

"And you'll do my cousin's wedding?" Blaise replied, by way of answer.

Ginny grinned at him. "I'm here aren't I?"

"That you are. Fine, fine. One date, but," Blaise pointed a finger at her, "if it doesn't go well that's it."

Ginny threw herself into Blaise's arms. "You so won't regret this! I swear!" She pulled away and looked at him. "Now, about this wedding. It's your cousin's you say?"

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Colin went over the photos again, as he had for the past hour. Honestly, did it take the bint this long just to go on a first consultation. Normally, she was in and out, depending on how she felt about the person she was doing so with. It normally didn't take her, he checked his watch, an hour and seventeen minutes to do a consultation.

Urgh, he tossed the pictures down on the desk and glowered at the picture of himself and Ginny that sat next to his computer. It had been taken the day they'd moved into their townhouse. And they were both sweaty and disheveled, but the silly grins they had on their faces more than made up for it. He missed that time in their lives. Things had been so much more simple then. But he wouldn't give up their life now for anything. Well, almost anything. He sighed and frowned at nothing.

He missed having a man. He missed the conversation and even the messy emotions that came with it. But he hadn't had that in years. Sex he had, whenever he wanted it. But it wasn't the same. He wanted, no, needed a relationship. But oh well. It wasn't like one was just going to fall into his lap.

As soon as that thought passed through his mind, the fire roared to life and Ginny stepped through. "Gone long enough weren't you?" he stated dryly.

"Oh shush! You're going to love me even more than you already do." She stated happily as she set her purse down and plopped herself down in her chair.

Her mood was contagious and he grinned despite his previously bad mood. "Do tell, though I don't know what it is that you could tell me that could possibly make me love you more."

Ginny raised and eyebrow. "Oh really? And what would happen if I told you that I've got you a date?"

Colin eyed her suspiciously. "Uh huh, and just whom with?"

"Now that, my heart, is a secret." Before he could interrupt, she barreled on. "All I will tell you is that he's simply divine to look at, loaded like you wouldn't believe, and is absolutely fabulous. Now, you're to meet him tonight at Daisy's new restaurant, you know the one a few blocks down?"

"The one that has a four day waiting list?"

"The very one, though Daisy totally owes me a favor, so I called it in and got you two a V.I.P. booth." She checked her watch. "You have exactly two hours before you have to be there, so I'll de-brief you while we're getting you a new outfit." She grabbed her purse and grabbed Colin's hand yanking him to his feet. He yelped and managed to grab his hip sack before Ginny drug him out the door.

"C'mon gay boy, we've got shopping to do!"

Dear Goddess -he thought- what the hell is going on here?!

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(1)Trockenbeerenauslese (literal meaning: "selected harvest of dried berries") is a German language wine term for an intensely sweet dessert wine-style wine. Trockenbeerenauslese is the highest category in the Prädikatswein category of the Austrian and German wine classifications.

Now, I know this isn't what you guys wanted. I KNOW it's not "I Am". And I'm sorry, but I've got to do what comes to me. And right now, this one's flowing like beer!! It may get a few chapters in and fizzle out, or it may not. I know you've heard this before, but I've got it all figured out in my heard, and I've already started writing on the second chapter. Again, I will tell you that "I Am" is NOT dead and gone. It's simply on hiatus until I can figure out which direction it's going in.

I will tell you now that there are two ways it can go, both with happy endings.

Option 1: The way I had originally planned it, which is lighter than the other option, but dark in its own ways and involves a court trial, and Veronica's ultimate demise.

OR

Option 2: A much deeper and darker route, which would be severely depressing to write and read. And it would take a few more chapters than the original idea. However, in the end Veronica would basically die, or whatever Ginny decided to do with her, and they'd all live happily ever after. Would involve memory loss. That's all I'll say.

So, the ending is up to you, and I'm going to put it up as a poll, or you can simply e-mail me and let me know which option you think I should go with. But as for now, this is the new thing I've been working on and I hope you all like it. It is, of course a Ginny/Draco and Blaise/Colin. However you'll see much more of Blaise and Colin before you see Ginny and Draco. But when it comes it comes, and it comes goooooooooood. So, drop me a nice, lovely review or PM and let me know what you think.

Arigato

Ja'ne- Ami