A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

Word Count: 673

"Let's start something new?" Theo suggested. Daphne nodded, a look of defeat crossing her pale face.

"I don't understand. Everyone else can figure this out except me it seems, even that little Gryffindor Princess Granger," she muttered.

"It's a strange charm, that's all. Besides, who really needs a charm for fixing the zipper on a pair of pants?"

"No one?" Daphne suggested. "I mean, maybe you're a seamstress or making clothing, but I honestly don't see a practical application for this stupid charm. I've got to get going, Theo. I'm going to be late for my job."

"Right, you're working for Madame Malkin this summer, aren't you?"

"Yes, it's just a summer job, but it's something to get me out of that house, you know."

"I know, besides, you can spend the galleons you earn on me," Theo added, giving Daphne a wide smile. She rolled her eyes.

"And why would I waste my hard earned money on you?" she asked.

"Because you love me?"

"Like a little brother, Theo, like an annoying little brother. Now, I've really got to get going or I will actually be late. I'll see you later," Daphne called, running down the street. She slid into Madame Malkin's just as the clock chimed five.

"Miss Greengrass, how lovely to see you on time today."

"Good afternoon, Madame Malkin."

"You're going to be watching the dressing room tonight. I've got an order for Adere, and you know how he is. Every little thing must be perfect."

"I know. Hey, are those blue jeans?"

"Yes, I've decided to try and sell a few Muggle style pieces of clothing. They're pretty popular with the younger generation. Now, you remember how to keep an eye on the fitting room, right?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Daphne answered, pulling up the stool and watching the curtained area. Madame Malkin headed to the back to start on the large order.

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Daphne had written several lengths of parchment before the shop started to get busy. Several witches tried on various items, each asking Daphne's opinion.

"Think I'd look good in those jeans?"

"Try them on see," Daphne answered, barely looking up from her book. She was still trying to master the wand movements for the zipper repair charm. She knew couldn't actually cast it during the summer holiday, but she still wanted to figure out how to do it. A moment later she heard a loud thud from the dressing room. She jumped to her feet and walked over.

"Um, are you alright in there?"

"Yes! No, um, actually... I'm kind of stuck," the witch answered. Daphne pushed aside the curtain slowly. The witch was sitting on the floor, the jeans around her thighs.

"I can't get them off," she said. Daphne pulled on the jeans, but they wouldn't budge. The zipper was still halfway zipped.

"I think the zipper is broken," the witch said. Daphne bit her lip. She really shouldn't be doing magic outside of school, but this was important. She pulled out her wand, said the spell, did the wand movements. The zipper unzipped and the jeans fell to the floor leaving Daphne standing next to a witch wearing only a tank top and a pair of lacy red knickers.

"Thank you!" the witch exclaimed, hugging Daphne tightly. Daphne couldn't help but feel her body stiffen.

"You're welcome, it's just part of my job," Daphne answered, trying not to look at the girl's knickers.

"You like them?"

"What?"

"My knickers, silly. The thing you won't stop trying not to look at?"

"They're very cute," Daphne admitted. "And they match your hair."

"They match my bra too, if you'd like to see that?"

"Maybe we should, um, at least exchange names?" Daphne suggested.

"Sure, I'm Ginny. Ginny Weasley."

"Daphne Greengrass, and yes, I would be interested in seeing your matching bra," Daphne admitted. Ginny smiled.

"How long before your boss comes looking for you?"

"More than enough time," Daphne answered, activating the sticking charm on the curtain and turning her attention back to Ginny.