The Wedding Planner
Chapter 3
Author's notes: Oh lookie at all my reviews! Awwwwe thanks peoples. You love me... you really love me. Or maybe it's just the movie? Wouldn't Matthew Mc. (if anyone knows how to spell his last name please refer it to me ^.^''') make a great Harry grown up? Only if he had that uncontrollable black hair and he would be perfect! And your going to see a few scenes here that arent in the movie but I need them to fit in with my plot. Don't melt your brains trying to figure out what scene it is in the movie, lol, cuze it aint there. Oh and now to reviews:
1. Ginny's eyes: I did not know I was changing them ^.^''' That's what happens when you take big spaces in between chapters. How 'bout we just stick with blue eyes then due to the fact Ron's suppose to have blue eyes? You know the whole brother sister thing....
2. The whole Bat Mitzvah: Hey at least I spelled Mitzvah right! I had really hard trouble with that!!! It took me like five minutes to figure it out... as you can tell I suck at spelling. Srry to anyone who feels offended to that. I promise to correct it in my further works ^.~
Now on to the story!!!!!!! Really I'm just trying to drag it out for you. I love making people wait. It's quite fun tehe. Yes, I'm evil I know that.
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Ginny felt her jaw tighten at the inevitable mistake she had made. The mistake that was engaged to her client. She closed her eyes pinched herself hard on the arm and opened them again. Yup, it was true. Harry Potter was Melody Barker's fiancee.........
Oh.
That was the only moment Ginny ever felt like crying, hitting, screaming, laughing, and violently cursing all at the same time. And she hoped it was the only time she would ever feel like this because the squirmy feeling in the pit of her stomach wasn't excatly encouraging. She forced her glued jaw into a painstakenly false smile and through clenched teeth said "How do you do?"
Harry looked at Ginny's harden blue eyes and the little vein throbbing gently at her temple. Shock overwhelmed his senses. Oh this was not good. Defaintly not good. The girl he practically kissed just a night ago was planning his wedding. Not to mention the fact that girl was his best friend's little sister. Oh yeah this was oh so not good. "Uh.... f-fine." he replied carefully trying desperately not to keep eye contact.
If he did it could prove deadly, for Ginny was shoting death glares every chance she got. Her shock clearly disappeared and was taken over by hot wild rage. Melody of course was oblivous to the whole account between the two was happily smiling between the her wedding planner and fiancee. "Oh my two favorite people finally get to met! It's so exciting! You should hear her plans Harry she's got- - -"
And on and on she chattered gaily, as Ginny and Harry watched in confusion. The red hot red head blinked furiously, which is what she did when she was extremely and utterly pissed. Harry felt guilt quietly settle on his shoulders weighing just over a ton. Suddenly a shrill ringing broke Melody's marathon chatter, and she quietly flipped open her cellphone in one easy flip.
"Aloha?" she questioned happily her voice showing ever tone of happiness known to the world. Heck , she should illuminate for heavensakes she was rich and engaged! Oh but she had no idea what Harry did behind her back.... As soon as Melody was out of eye contact Ginny squinted shoting death glares every chance she could and mouthed 'What the hell are you doing?' roughly to him.
And of course Harry faked idiot. He shook his head giving the signs of initail confusion shurgging his shoulders and crossing his arms. Now way was he going to actually reply to anything Ginny Weasley said! Any word he said or indicating he knew well enough would be used against him in some way shape or form. He knew that deep down in his little pierced heart.
The front door suddenly swung open as a tall old man appeared, a large glass cane in hand. He had a bald crown glittering in the candlelights floating in the enchanted dance school. The only hair on his small chubby head was the twirled gray mustache under his pointed nose. He was dressed in old heavy velvet tunic and tight black tights. "Welcome, Welcome!!!" he cried out merrily.
Oh no, Ginny thought as she hid her bright red face in her hands. Basil, Basil, Basil. He had to introduce himself now. Ginny truly and purely thought that if there was any worse time for the bewitched Dancing King to come it had to be now. He gave a bright and merry twirl. Harry crossed his arms and bit his bottom lip trying to hide the laughter that was about to pour out of his lips. He thought nothing would make him laugh right now, 'specially with the fact that he sorta 'cheated' on his fiancee with his best friend's sister, but Basil just blew it all.
"Now, I see we have so many new comers today! Fantastico! Now lets, lets, lets begin! Couples partner up, lets go havent a minute to lose!" Basil chanted swinging his cane around, as if in hopes for accidently poking an eye out. Ginny crossed her arms watching her clients cling to each other in fright as the cane barely missed their shoulders. He may have a few marbles missing in the head but he was an excellent dancer. And he was better to look at then that prat that was right next to her, who wasn't very good at not meeting her fiery blue eyes.
Harry gave a quiet nervous gaze at Melody who was still chattering away on the phone, a finger plugged in one ear, the odd muggle invention of the cellphone on the other. He felt himself become less comfortable standing next to Ginny as minutes passed. He was very use to her as a friend, someone to talk to in times of need, a small lifeforce used for only one's comfort. Harry wasn't excatly quite use to having a mad Ginny with him.
He ran his fingers through his shaggy raven locks sighing. Suddenly he felt something hard tap at his bottom. "You sir, partner, now!!!!" Basil's commanding voice shouted his cane high in the air, ready to tap away. Harry jumped instantly as far away from the cane as possible. "What in bloody hell are ---!!!" he began to curse at the old man, but the cane was swiftly in front of his nose in about 2 seconds. "Where is your dancing partner young man?" Basil asked quite calmly as if he hadnt had a glass cane pointed threateningly at some poor guy his beady black eyes peering him over.
Harry gulped audibly his emerald green eyes crossed at the tip of the cane. Ginny suddenly felt small pleasure blossom inside her. Yes, indeed. Maybe Basil came at the most perfect time. She could think of way better punishments for Harry being an arse, but this one was pretty good.Harry stepped a few inches away. "Um...well... she's over there" he pointed a finger at Melody still chattering away.
It took her a moment or two to figure out just about everybody in the dance room was starring at her. "Oh?" she questioned her soft blue eyes shining innocence off. "I have a um.... important call. Ginny, could you...?" she questioned pointing at Harry with a apologetic finger right back, and went striaght on into her conversation. Ginny jumped suddenly her mind going away from cruel and unsual punishment for a certain black hair man.
"What? Hold on wait a minute...!!" both Harry and Ginny cried out in shock and un happiness at Melody's proposal. No way was Ginny dancing with the two way bitten numbnuts of a man. No way was Harry going to dance with Ms. Death Glare, she might as well bloody kill him with those sharp red heels! But Basil wouldn't hear any of it. "You heard her! Dance, dance, dance!" he rapped his cane on the marbled dance floor and with his magical invisible forces of his wand pushed Ginny and Harry into each others arms.
"Umph!" Ginny felt herself slam into Harry's well defined chest. Harry himself felt breathless as they slammed into one another. He also defaintley felt the soft swish of her auburn curls on his face and the small fragile body of the youngest Weasley but he rather thought to think he didn't feel it at all.
"Now, I would like all of you to try a little practice dancing before we get to the basics.... just be free and do whatever you feel you need to do" Basil cried out into the large dome of the ball room, as he saw that the two were permanetly attached to one another. Ginny decided she hated Basil now. Forever and ever she would dispease him. "Lets just get this over with" Harry muttured to himself as he layed his hand on her delicate waist and grabbed her free hand.
Ginny shot him a look. "Oh, Lets. It didn't excatly seem like you wanted to get anything over with last night though..." she hissed as the music in the back ground started at a slow tempo, and the two begin to move along. Harry sighed under his breath, knowing this was going to come up. "Oh just c'mon alright! This is just all a misunderstanding and what you want to do---" but he was cut off my Ginny's low growl. "Oh believe me what I want to do recquires a humongus steel bat and a certain blue jaguar" Harry gulped as the image of his blue jaguar outside flashed in his head.
"Look, like I said, this is a misunderstanding because I had no idea what was really going to happen that night..." he went on trying disperately to shake off the image of a young Ginny smashing away his baby Jaguar. But he couldn't help but think that it wasnt very possibly for Ginny was such a small woman... "A misunderstanding?! A misunderstanding! Harry you practically cheated on your fiancee!!!!" she spat out as the two danced along to the music.
Harry sighed as he spinned her out, twirled her, and brought her back to his chest. "Now c'mon we didn't do anything!" Ginny was fluid, going along with the music, step back, and forward... "Oh yeah, you didn't accept to go out with me and my friend, who didn't dance in the rain with me, nor did you - - -" Harry broke off the hot tempered woman before she could say those few dreaded last words aloud. "I just happen to remember I was INVITIED to go to see a movies with two people I was just accquianted with, and so therefore it was not a date"
"Alright, look , I'll play along, Mr.Hotshot truthfully but that doesnt explain why---"
"Maybe Mr.Hotshot wanted to go to the movies" Harry broke off once again. Ginny snorted , a lock of red hair that flew in her face from her dancing flicked off. It looks like he was denying with the kiss as well. "Maybe Mr.Hotshot thought it would be nice to take some time off and meet a old friend" his voice was getting rougher with sarcasm as he pulled her to his chest and the two started to tango along with the high tempoed music.
"And why is Mr.Hotshot referring himself in the third person?" The redhead finally hissed annoyed that he found this all a game to him. "What?" Harry bellowed, breathlessly, as he gave her the first of the three dips and pulled her back up spinning her out and in. "I think you just don't want to get married, with excuses like that. You think you can just scum some Hot Pepper whenever you can--"
Harry heard the obvious hurt and anger in her voice as he brought her in and out. "Oh , Ginny, you have no idea what your taking about" he cried angerly as he pulled her in. "Then I think I smell a rat" she growled close to his chest her hair windblown and wild and for some reason Harry had the irrestible urge to make things all better. Dipping her down with a small he hoped winning smile he said "And you smell like sweet plums and grilled cheese sandwhiches"
"What?!" this confused her even more as the tiptoed through the dance floor, still caught in the whirlwind of anger. She had no idea what sweet plums and grilled cheese sandwhiches had to do with anything!!! "Well, thats excatly what you said to me right before you fainted dear girl" Ginny gasped offended. "I did not!" she hollered loud enough for only her and Harry to her. "Oh indeed you did G-I-N-N-Y" he twirled her out and then back in once more. Ginny shook shaking her head.
"Don't change the subject. Admit it. Your just not ready to marry" she hissed, both her hands on his shoulders and his on her waist, eyeing him. "Your nutters, you haven't got a clue on what your talking about" the raven haired man finally insisted seeing all playfulness gone in the situation and dipped her slowly as the song finally hit its cresendo and stopped.
"Then why did you almost kiss me?" the question shot through him seeing her eyes displaying more then just anger and hostility. There was a large amount of hurt there as well. Enough to make Harry's stomach turn with horrid guilt. "This couple, right here, this couple has it! They have the ability to work together and show us the ture beauty of dance!" Basil broke both the young people's thoughts clapping his hands superiorly his cane floating in mid air next to him.
"You two were wonderful! I knew you guys would work together perfectly!" Melody giggled clapping alongside the promimnent dance instructor her cellphone locked away in her black purse. She gave the breathless Harry a hard and quick hug barely noticing Harry's hard stare at Ginny or Ginny's death glares that never seem to run out.
"Isn't she a doll?" Melody asked her fiancee' as she pulled back slipping a arm through the crook of his, as Ginny went to go talk to Basil for awhile. Harry watched her from behind feeling a bewildered and horrible feeling squirm in his gut. He felt like throwing up the macaroni and cheese he had for lunch today.
"Yup, a doll, indeed" Harry grumbled forcing a hard smile on his face. Yeah. A doll named Chuckie.
***
Ginny sighed as she threw herself outside into the warm London air, feeling her eyes prick tightly of tears. No way was she going to cry over that bloody jerk. No freackin way. Besides she had a date to go to tonight. A very handsome date at that. Digging for the brush in her matching red purse she shoved it through her wind blown hair as she hurried down the busy streets of London at about 6 in the evening.
She had to give it to the bloody arse though. He did know how to dance.
At that simple thought she felt herself sag in quiet defeat. He did know how to dance. How to have fun. How to make her weak in the knees. And that wasn't good at all, not at all. 'Pull yourself together, women!' a deep thought rushed through her brain as she felt a trickle of a tear go down her cheek. 'Forget the arse, and move on! You have a date to go to' The voice sounded way to much like Hermoine, which freaked her out of her little depression.
"Right, date, Colin, Little Italy" she muttured shaking her head. He had insisted on italian and a muggle resturant. She agreed to both because well... hey, the new hot and sexy Colin Creevey was extremely hard to say no to. Turning around she found herself in the small but quiant resturant.
Waiters skimmied across the beautiful small resturant and finally she spotted Colin, tall and well built, and looking awfully good in a pequin suite. 'Screw Potter' Ginny thought as she plastered on a smile and walked across the resturant to him. 'His loss'. And she knew she looked damn good in this dress.
Suddenly, something made her stop at her place. No. No, No, NO. Chatting gaily with her date was none other then her mother. iner her old black dress and boots and her red going on gray hair.
"MUM!" exasperated Ginny starred down helplessly at her mom who broke from talking to Colin and turned to her only daughter with a bright smile. "Hullo, deare, ,you won't believe my luck! I came in to met my friends and who do I see here but your old friend, Colin!" Ginny tried to hold back her snort of disbelieve. She had tapped into her apartment again and knew about the date and delibrately came! This woman was torture, pure torture!
"Mum!" Ginny collasped into her chair trying once more to rid her from this awful scene. "Well, if your not going to make sure I have more then 2 grandchildren then I am taking over!" Mrs. Weasley sputtered sputtered indignantly sipping her wine. Ginny felt her face go beet red as Colin started to laugh. God, just kill her now. It's not like she had anything to live for.
Harry was a arse, her mum a nosy prick, and Colin found it all hilarous.
"Don't worry, Gin, having your mum here will probably make it go easier" Colin insisted with a slight smirk.' Who what it?' the redhead questioned herself as she pullled herself up from the chair and took a glass of white wine they ordered her. Hell, she was going to need the whole bottle for this night.
As the night went on Ginny watched her mum question Colin about everything and watched Colin kiss her mum's behind repeatedly with all sorts of compliments. Soon later she had gone through about 4 glasses of wine and felt totaled. Everything looked so pretty and shiny...
"So Colin" Ginny questioned her voice thick with the wine she downed. "what's this it you keep talking about?" Colin gave a small smirk at her drunken wavor. She didn't seem to keen on alchohol. "Well I guess this is a better time then ever" and he turned to Mrs.Weasley with a wink.
Suddenly the old woman giggled catching on laughign with a joy she nor Colin would share with her. Ginny sat puzzled a irratited smile on her lips. "Ginny" her mum said loudly and seriously but a merry smile still on her face. "I have found you the perfect husband!"
And with that Colin turned to her a little velvet box in his hand flashing the 10 karat hold diamond.
Ginny stopped starring at her mother and then back to Colin a look of drunk horror on her face, "Ginny, will you marry me?" he questioned breathlessly.
She felt her stomach heave. Her eyes still plastered on the diamond she took her hand to her mouth to hold back the vile and vomit threathening to explode. "Uh..." she muttured and her stomach gave another jump. "I -- I need to...." Ginny threw down her napkin quickly hurrying to the powder room, tearing her eyes from that ring.
She barely knew the guy! First date! Ring! Marriage! the words flashed in her mind as she threw open the stall and emptied her stomach into the toilet. Marriage. That one simple word slammed into her brain once twice until it became a dull throbbing drumlike ring in her ears. She wasn't ready to marry. To young. To Colin!
Ugh.
As she layed her throbbing head on the toilet seat, a flash of a young men with messy raven hair, glasses, and a scar ran across her mind. Harry Potter. This was all his damn fault. If he wasn't Melody's fiancee she would have called off this stupid date because of her afterglow with the other date. She wouldn't have made a complete fool of herself in front fo millions of people.
Nor would she be in the girls powder room ethier, throwing up every possible thing except her organs into the poor toilet. His fault. All his fault.
Ginny had no choice now. She pulled back her red hair in determination, sighing.
She was going to have to quit the Barker case.
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Sorry this one is so much shorter then the other's but I wanted to get something on before I left for vaca, hope you enjoy Ginny's complete and utter humiliation.
Lol, I did. ^.~ But you already know I'm evil.
Now on to the next chapter! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...
Thank You and Have a Nice Day
~MerlinsApprentince
Chapter 3
Author's notes: Oh lookie at all my reviews! Awwwwe thanks peoples. You love me... you really love me. Or maybe it's just the movie? Wouldn't Matthew Mc. (if anyone knows how to spell his last name please refer it to me ^.^''') make a great Harry grown up? Only if he had that uncontrollable black hair and he would be perfect! And your going to see a few scenes here that arent in the movie but I need them to fit in with my plot. Don't melt your brains trying to figure out what scene it is in the movie, lol, cuze it aint there. Oh and now to reviews:
1. Ginny's eyes: I did not know I was changing them ^.^''' That's what happens when you take big spaces in between chapters. How 'bout we just stick with blue eyes then due to the fact Ron's suppose to have blue eyes? You know the whole brother sister thing....
2. The whole Bat Mitzvah: Hey at least I spelled Mitzvah right! I had really hard trouble with that!!! It took me like five minutes to figure it out... as you can tell I suck at spelling. Srry to anyone who feels offended to that. I promise to correct it in my further works ^.~
Now on to the story!!!!!!! Really I'm just trying to drag it out for you. I love making people wait. It's quite fun tehe. Yes, I'm evil I know that.
***
Ginny felt her jaw tighten at the inevitable mistake she had made. The mistake that was engaged to her client. She closed her eyes pinched herself hard on the arm and opened them again. Yup, it was true. Harry Potter was Melody Barker's fiancee.........
Oh.
That was the only moment Ginny ever felt like crying, hitting, screaming, laughing, and violently cursing all at the same time. And she hoped it was the only time she would ever feel like this because the squirmy feeling in the pit of her stomach wasn't excatly encouraging. She forced her glued jaw into a painstakenly false smile and through clenched teeth said "How do you do?"
Harry looked at Ginny's harden blue eyes and the little vein throbbing gently at her temple. Shock overwhelmed his senses. Oh this was not good. Defaintly not good. The girl he practically kissed just a night ago was planning his wedding. Not to mention the fact that girl was his best friend's little sister. Oh yeah this was oh so not good. "Uh.... f-fine." he replied carefully trying desperately not to keep eye contact.
If he did it could prove deadly, for Ginny was shoting death glares every chance she got. Her shock clearly disappeared and was taken over by hot wild rage. Melody of course was oblivous to the whole account between the two was happily smiling between the her wedding planner and fiancee. "Oh my two favorite people finally get to met! It's so exciting! You should hear her plans Harry she's got- - -"
And on and on she chattered gaily, as Ginny and Harry watched in confusion. The red hot red head blinked furiously, which is what she did when she was extremely and utterly pissed. Harry felt guilt quietly settle on his shoulders weighing just over a ton. Suddenly a shrill ringing broke Melody's marathon chatter, and she quietly flipped open her cellphone in one easy flip.
"Aloha?" she questioned happily her voice showing ever tone of happiness known to the world. Heck , she should illuminate for heavensakes she was rich and engaged! Oh but she had no idea what Harry did behind her back.... As soon as Melody was out of eye contact Ginny squinted shoting death glares every chance she could and mouthed 'What the hell are you doing?' roughly to him.
And of course Harry faked idiot. He shook his head giving the signs of initail confusion shurgging his shoulders and crossing his arms. Now way was he going to actually reply to anything Ginny Weasley said! Any word he said or indicating he knew well enough would be used against him in some way shape or form. He knew that deep down in his little pierced heart.
The front door suddenly swung open as a tall old man appeared, a large glass cane in hand. He had a bald crown glittering in the candlelights floating in the enchanted dance school. The only hair on his small chubby head was the twirled gray mustache under his pointed nose. He was dressed in old heavy velvet tunic and tight black tights. "Welcome, Welcome!!!" he cried out merrily.
Oh no, Ginny thought as she hid her bright red face in her hands. Basil, Basil, Basil. He had to introduce himself now. Ginny truly and purely thought that if there was any worse time for the bewitched Dancing King to come it had to be now. He gave a bright and merry twirl. Harry crossed his arms and bit his bottom lip trying to hide the laughter that was about to pour out of his lips. He thought nothing would make him laugh right now, 'specially with the fact that he sorta 'cheated' on his fiancee with his best friend's sister, but Basil just blew it all.
"Now, I see we have so many new comers today! Fantastico! Now lets, lets, lets begin! Couples partner up, lets go havent a minute to lose!" Basil chanted swinging his cane around, as if in hopes for accidently poking an eye out. Ginny crossed her arms watching her clients cling to each other in fright as the cane barely missed their shoulders. He may have a few marbles missing in the head but he was an excellent dancer. And he was better to look at then that prat that was right next to her, who wasn't very good at not meeting her fiery blue eyes.
Harry gave a quiet nervous gaze at Melody who was still chattering away on the phone, a finger plugged in one ear, the odd muggle invention of the cellphone on the other. He felt himself become less comfortable standing next to Ginny as minutes passed. He was very use to her as a friend, someone to talk to in times of need, a small lifeforce used for only one's comfort. Harry wasn't excatly quite use to having a mad Ginny with him.
He ran his fingers through his shaggy raven locks sighing. Suddenly he felt something hard tap at his bottom. "You sir, partner, now!!!!" Basil's commanding voice shouted his cane high in the air, ready to tap away. Harry jumped instantly as far away from the cane as possible. "What in bloody hell are ---!!!" he began to curse at the old man, but the cane was swiftly in front of his nose in about 2 seconds. "Where is your dancing partner young man?" Basil asked quite calmly as if he hadnt had a glass cane pointed threateningly at some poor guy his beady black eyes peering him over.
Harry gulped audibly his emerald green eyes crossed at the tip of the cane. Ginny suddenly felt small pleasure blossom inside her. Yes, indeed. Maybe Basil came at the most perfect time. She could think of way better punishments for Harry being an arse, but this one was pretty good.Harry stepped a few inches away. "Um...well... she's over there" he pointed a finger at Melody still chattering away.
It took her a moment or two to figure out just about everybody in the dance room was starring at her. "Oh?" she questioned her soft blue eyes shining innocence off. "I have a um.... important call. Ginny, could you...?" she questioned pointing at Harry with a apologetic finger right back, and went striaght on into her conversation. Ginny jumped suddenly her mind going away from cruel and unsual punishment for a certain black hair man.
"What? Hold on wait a minute...!!" both Harry and Ginny cried out in shock and un happiness at Melody's proposal. No way was Ginny dancing with the two way bitten numbnuts of a man. No way was Harry going to dance with Ms. Death Glare, she might as well bloody kill him with those sharp red heels! But Basil wouldn't hear any of it. "You heard her! Dance, dance, dance!" he rapped his cane on the marbled dance floor and with his magical invisible forces of his wand pushed Ginny and Harry into each others arms.
"Umph!" Ginny felt herself slam into Harry's well defined chest. Harry himself felt breathless as they slammed into one another. He also defaintley felt the soft swish of her auburn curls on his face and the small fragile body of the youngest Weasley but he rather thought to think he didn't feel it at all.
"Now, I would like all of you to try a little practice dancing before we get to the basics.... just be free and do whatever you feel you need to do" Basil cried out into the large dome of the ball room, as he saw that the two were permanetly attached to one another. Ginny decided she hated Basil now. Forever and ever she would dispease him. "Lets just get this over with" Harry muttured to himself as he layed his hand on her delicate waist and grabbed her free hand.
Ginny shot him a look. "Oh, Lets. It didn't excatly seem like you wanted to get anything over with last night though..." she hissed as the music in the back ground started at a slow tempo, and the two begin to move along. Harry sighed under his breath, knowing this was going to come up. "Oh just c'mon alright! This is just all a misunderstanding and what you want to do---" but he was cut off my Ginny's low growl. "Oh believe me what I want to do recquires a humongus steel bat and a certain blue jaguar" Harry gulped as the image of his blue jaguar outside flashed in his head.
"Look, like I said, this is a misunderstanding because I had no idea what was really going to happen that night..." he went on trying disperately to shake off the image of a young Ginny smashing away his baby Jaguar. But he couldn't help but think that it wasnt very possibly for Ginny was such a small woman... "A misunderstanding?! A misunderstanding! Harry you practically cheated on your fiancee!!!!" she spat out as the two danced along to the music.
Harry sighed as he spinned her out, twirled her, and brought her back to his chest. "Now c'mon we didn't do anything!" Ginny was fluid, going along with the music, step back, and forward... "Oh yeah, you didn't accept to go out with me and my friend, who didn't dance in the rain with me, nor did you - - -" Harry broke off the hot tempered woman before she could say those few dreaded last words aloud. "I just happen to remember I was INVITIED to go to see a movies with two people I was just accquianted with, and so therefore it was not a date"
"Alright, look , I'll play along, Mr.Hotshot truthfully but that doesnt explain why---"
"Maybe Mr.Hotshot wanted to go to the movies" Harry broke off once again. Ginny snorted , a lock of red hair that flew in her face from her dancing flicked off. It looks like he was denying with the kiss as well. "Maybe Mr.Hotshot thought it would be nice to take some time off and meet a old friend" his voice was getting rougher with sarcasm as he pulled her to his chest and the two started to tango along with the high tempoed music.
"And why is Mr.Hotshot referring himself in the third person?" The redhead finally hissed annoyed that he found this all a game to him. "What?" Harry bellowed, breathlessly, as he gave her the first of the three dips and pulled her back up spinning her out and in. "I think you just don't want to get married, with excuses like that. You think you can just scum some Hot Pepper whenever you can--"
Harry heard the obvious hurt and anger in her voice as he brought her in and out. "Oh , Ginny, you have no idea what your taking about" he cried angerly as he pulled her in. "Then I think I smell a rat" she growled close to his chest her hair windblown and wild and for some reason Harry had the irrestible urge to make things all better. Dipping her down with a small he hoped winning smile he said "And you smell like sweet plums and grilled cheese sandwhiches"
"What?!" this confused her even more as the tiptoed through the dance floor, still caught in the whirlwind of anger. She had no idea what sweet plums and grilled cheese sandwhiches had to do with anything!!! "Well, thats excatly what you said to me right before you fainted dear girl" Ginny gasped offended. "I did not!" she hollered loud enough for only her and Harry to her. "Oh indeed you did G-I-N-N-Y" he twirled her out and then back in once more. Ginny shook shaking her head.
"Don't change the subject. Admit it. Your just not ready to marry" she hissed, both her hands on his shoulders and his on her waist, eyeing him. "Your nutters, you haven't got a clue on what your talking about" the raven haired man finally insisted seeing all playfulness gone in the situation and dipped her slowly as the song finally hit its cresendo and stopped.
"Then why did you almost kiss me?" the question shot through him seeing her eyes displaying more then just anger and hostility. There was a large amount of hurt there as well. Enough to make Harry's stomach turn with horrid guilt. "This couple, right here, this couple has it! They have the ability to work together and show us the ture beauty of dance!" Basil broke both the young people's thoughts clapping his hands superiorly his cane floating in mid air next to him.
"You two were wonderful! I knew you guys would work together perfectly!" Melody giggled clapping alongside the promimnent dance instructor her cellphone locked away in her black purse. She gave the breathless Harry a hard and quick hug barely noticing Harry's hard stare at Ginny or Ginny's death glares that never seem to run out.
"Isn't she a doll?" Melody asked her fiancee' as she pulled back slipping a arm through the crook of his, as Ginny went to go talk to Basil for awhile. Harry watched her from behind feeling a bewildered and horrible feeling squirm in his gut. He felt like throwing up the macaroni and cheese he had for lunch today.
"Yup, a doll, indeed" Harry grumbled forcing a hard smile on his face. Yeah. A doll named Chuckie.
***
Ginny sighed as she threw herself outside into the warm London air, feeling her eyes prick tightly of tears. No way was she going to cry over that bloody jerk. No freackin way. Besides she had a date to go to tonight. A very handsome date at that. Digging for the brush in her matching red purse she shoved it through her wind blown hair as she hurried down the busy streets of London at about 6 in the evening.
She had to give it to the bloody arse though. He did know how to dance.
At that simple thought she felt herself sag in quiet defeat. He did know how to dance. How to have fun. How to make her weak in the knees. And that wasn't good at all, not at all. 'Pull yourself together, women!' a deep thought rushed through her brain as she felt a trickle of a tear go down her cheek. 'Forget the arse, and move on! You have a date to go to' The voice sounded way to much like Hermoine, which freaked her out of her little depression.
"Right, date, Colin, Little Italy" she muttured shaking her head. He had insisted on italian and a muggle resturant. She agreed to both because well... hey, the new hot and sexy Colin Creevey was extremely hard to say no to. Turning around she found herself in the small but quiant resturant.
Waiters skimmied across the beautiful small resturant and finally she spotted Colin, tall and well built, and looking awfully good in a pequin suite. 'Screw Potter' Ginny thought as she plastered on a smile and walked across the resturant to him. 'His loss'. And she knew she looked damn good in this dress.
Suddenly, something made her stop at her place. No. No, No, NO. Chatting gaily with her date was none other then her mother. iner her old black dress and boots and her red going on gray hair.
"MUM!" exasperated Ginny starred down helplessly at her mom who broke from talking to Colin and turned to her only daughter with a bright smile. "Hullo, deare, ,you won't believe my luck! I came in to met my friends and who do I see here but your old friend, Colin!" Ginny tried to hold back her snort of disbelieve. She had tapped into her apartment again and knew about the date and delibrately came! This woman was torture, pure torture!
"Mum!" Ginny collasped into her chair trying once more to rid her from this awful scene. "Well, if your not going to make sure I have more then 2 grandchildren then I am taking over!" Mrs. Weasley sputtered sputtered indignantly sipping her wine. Ginny felt her face go beet red as Colin started to laugh. God, just kill her now. It's not like she had anything to live for.
Harry was a arse, her mum a nosy prick, and Colin found it all hilarous.
"Don't worry, Gin, having your mum here will probably make it go easier" Colin insisted with a slight smirk.' Who what it?' the redhead questioned herself as she pullled herself up from the chair and took a glass of white wine they ordered her. Hell, she was going to need the whole bottle for this night.
As the night went on Ginny watched her mum question Colin about everything and watched Colin kiss her mum's behind repeatedly with all sorts of compliments. Soon later she had gone through about 4 glasses of wine and felt totaled. Everything looked so pretty and shiny...
"So Colin" Ginny questioned her voice thick with the wine she downed. "what's this it you keep talking about?" Colin gave a small smirk at her drunken wavor. She didn't seem to keen on alchohol. "Well I guess this is a better time then ever" and he turned to Mrs.Weasley with a wink.
Suddenly the old woman giggled catching on laughign with a joy she nor Colin would share with her. Ginny sat puzzled a irratited smile on her lips. "Ginny" her mum said loudly and seriously but a merry smile still on her face. "I have found you the perfect husband!"
And with that Colin turned to her a little velvet box in his hand flashing the 10 karat hold diamond.
Ginny stopped starring at her mother and then back to Colin a look of drunk horror on her face, "Ginny, will you marry me?" he questioned breathlessly.
She felt her stomach heave. Her eyes still plastered on the diamond she took her hand to her mouth to hold back the vile and vomit threathening to explode. "Uh..." she muttured and her stomach gave another jump. "I -- I need to...." Ginny threw down her napkin quickly hurrying to the powder room, tearing her eyes from that ring.
She barely knew the guy! First date! Ring! Marriage! the words flashed in her mind as she threw open the stall and emptied her stomach into the toilet. Marriage. That one simple word slammed into her brain once twice until it became a dull throbbing drumlike ring in her ears. She wasn't ready to marry. To young. To Colin!
Ugh.
As she layed her throbbing head on the toilet seat, a flash of a young men with messy raven hair, glasses, and a scar ran across her mind. Harry Potter. This was all his damn fault. If he wasn't Melody's fiancee she would have called off this stupid date because of her afterglow with the other date. She wouldn't have made a complete fool of herself in front fo millions of people.
Nor would she be in the girls powder room ethier, throwing up every possible thing except her organs into the poor toilet. His fault. All his fault.
Ginny had no choice now. She pulled back her red hair in determination, sighing.
She was going to have to quit the Barker case.
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Sorry this one is so much shorter then the other's but I wanted to get something on before I left for vaca, hope you enjoy Ginny's complete and utter humiliation.
Lol, I did. ^.~ But you already know I'm evil.
Now on to the next chapter! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...
Thank You and Have a Nice Day
~MerlinsApprentince