The Wedding Planner
Chapter 4
Author's Notes: Alright, I am back from my vaca, so I can finish a few things up. Srry about all the delay and the excuses but it's just the way it is, but I got alot done during my vaca though so It wasn't all a waste. Enjoy this new chapter, cuze I quite did ^.^
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Ginny sighed, starring blankly at the folders before her. The big bold print of "BARKER" on the tab sent her stomach into little squirmmish flurries. The photos of the vineyard they wanted to visit gave her blue eyes a hideous ache. Even the pictures of the brides parents made her throat close uncomfortably. Ginny couldn't do this. She just couldn't do it.
"I can't do this Michelle" Ginny repeated to her partner, who sat contently on the uncomfortable guest chair , skimming over plans. Her curly blonde locks flew as her dark blue eyes starred at her tired worried eyes. "What?! Honey, you've just had way to much wine last night" Michelle shot back quickly pulling the papers into a neat pile on her lap.
Ginny snorted in slight embrassment. Yes, she did have way to much wine the other night. Way to much. She wasn't still quite sure if Colin had proposed to her or not. But Ginnt really, really hoped not. But she was sure of one thing. Harry Potter was Melody Barker's fiancee. And that was not good.
The scene of him standing in the dance room, being introduced by Melody replayed in her mind. Her heart did a sickening and pathethic flop. She could not do this.
"I have to talk to Lindsey so she could reassign a new planner..." she mummured flying past Michelle's defense to head to the nearest exit. Her partner and best mate finally saw that the worried and ill looking red head was not as drunk as she supposed. "Oh no, no, no, no" Michelle squealed jumping up and scurrying to the door to lock it throughly.
Ginny sighed crossing her arms. Her eyes ached, her legs ached, her head ached. The last thing she needed was to kick her partner's ass. "Michelle, move"
"Ginny, you are not going anywhere except back to your desk to look through those catalogs I brought you. There is nothing in this case that'll want to make you back out on this account. You need this. If you want to be a partner... Just this itsy bitsy account. Nothing new at all"
As Ginny tried to unravel the steady stream of babble coming from Michelle's mouth, the assistant took advantage of her thoughtful state and lead her back to her huge plush victorian desk. "And I mean why does this case need another planner anyway? You know the only reason you would back out on a case if if you broke the cardinal rule and we both know you would never do that..." Michelle sat down in the chair and patiently waited for a reply.
When none came, she felt her eyes go big and shock overflow her. "NO!" she scolded a sort of odd smile on her young face. "You fell for the groom! Uh, bad! Bad Ginny, bad, bad, bad1" she did the old motion of rubbing her finger against the other to scold her shamefully. Ginny laced and unlaced her fingers in nervousness. "No" she lied to herself fiddling with her birthday ring she got a few years back from her deceased father.
"Never" Lies spurted from her mouth like never before. And Ginny never lied unless it had a huge and good enough benefit. And to prove her point she got up trying to look diginified and, well, truthful. "I would never do that" Michelle watched her wearily as the small figure wandered to a tall fern fixing it gently. "Never" Ginny insisted again thinking of Harry. Of course, she didn't fall for him. Absurd. He was.... to tall. That's right.And who would want all that popularit anyways? Reporters and cameras would probably be littered all over the ceremony for the boy who lived.
And being so tall... it was just a total turn-off.
Ginny suddenly felt a few branches of the pretty fern break in her grasp, as her anger unexpectedly took over. God, she couldn't even lie to herself! How lame could she possibly get? First Harry, then Colin, and now a lousy liar. Might as well stop humiliating herself now while she still had her pride. "Oh Michelle, it's so complicated" Ginny mummured chewing on her bottom lip. "It's the doctor"
The blonde seated couldn't help but perk up at her Boss's new and well handled love life. "What's this go to do with the doctor?" the question sounded simple but it gave a hard to follow answer. "Everything.... It's the groom" Michelle frowned chewing thoughtfully at the end of her elegant owl quill. "Uh, what? Groom? What happened to the doctor? He was so nice..." the confusion was obvious that Ginny had to sigh. Didn't she just say it?
"The groom is the doctor" she turned from the fern to place her palms out on the huhuge desk. "The doctor is the groom, the doctor is Melody Barker's fiancee!!!!"
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"Garbage girl is your wedding planner?!!" Dr. Henri Goodnight relished atop his broomstick . Nothing like a good qudditch game during a hour your suppose to be at a meeting. Harry sighed flipping a quaffle , next to his colleague, in the air. "Yup and I'm in hell" he sighed blowing a few ragged bangs away from his face.
God, this was more then hell. Was there such a place? If there wasn't then hell was bloody horrid. He swore never to do anything sinful ever again, just to stay out of this situation. "And I'm in heaven, now you can hook me up with her" Henri chuckled good naturedly but he had a serious note in the humor. He had a hard time with woman , and he saw Ms.Ginny Weasley leave the hospital that day.
A beautiful Leggy woman, she was. Harry threw the round game ball at the thin skinny man and flew up higher. A image of Ginny and Henri making out flashed through his already confused mind , and a not very good feeling followed. Great, let's add more to the confusion. "No, Dr. Henri, we are not complicating this any further"
Henri's little bar mustache drooped and waved mentally goodbye to leggy Ginny. "Well, if it wasn't meant to be then it wasn't meant to be... so does Mel know?" he catched the quaffle with slight clumsiness. Harry raised a eyebrow in thought. Even if Mel knew she'd still be naive enough to not understand, thank god. She maybe a millionaire and a inventor, but once her imagination is out of the picture she could be more flaky then wanted.
"Of course not. She forgots all my friends names so she still hasn't clicked Ginny Weasley with Ron nor Molly. So I'm pretty much keeping her in the blue until this little... whatever it is... is solved" Harry sighed as he flew a few loopy loops to shake off that red flare feeling he got from thinking about Ginny.
"Yeah, well, thats the truth. So what're you going to do about a certain Miss. Ginny Weasley?"
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"Dr. Harry's the Groom!!!" Michelle reacted like Ginny did when she first found out with dumbfounded shocked stare. "Yeah, now if you'll excuse me I really have to have a chat with Lindsey...." she headed back to the door to get out of this nightmare. Michelle took her time to quietly digest this fact that Ginny's school girl crush was who her account was getting married to, but in a matter of seconds she was holding up the already locked door once again.
"Nope" she reinacted once again. "Look, you can do this. Imagine your resume aftter this. Famous Harry Potter's wedding, the boy who defeated you-know-who twice! A partner to the biggest magical wedding planner industry in the whole world!"
The words somehow brought a comfort to Ginny. If she walked outright now she would instantly loose her job and what she really loved to do. And truth be told, she didn't think there were any more wedding agencies for it would be huuge competition to use as a back up. For once her flaky assistant was making some sense."And you know your the best around here. If you weren't so controlling everybody would be so lost in this account due to the popularity it has. We'd be running around like chickens without heads! You know that!!"
Michelle took hold of her thin shoulders her blue eyes hard even though the thought of her running around crazy without her head would usually send her into a symphony of giggles. It told Ginny the poor girl was totally and utterly serious. "No one else can do this, Gin. Except you" Michelle kept the stare hard and lethal hoping Ginny would get the picture. This firm needed this account and it needed her.
"Your a professional. Just ignore the feelings and do this professionally" Michelle's words sounded alot more smarter then Ginny's own words, which were to runaway from this sticky mess. She was right. What in the world was she doing? Running away like this? Her father would be appalled. She was appalled. Just because Harry was there? She did pretty good avoiding him during school. Ginny could very well ignore him now. Forget the elating feelings every time she was around him. Hide it behind her heart painful and aching but none the less ignored.
"Your right" Ginny whispered clenching and unclenching her fists, rising her gaze up to met Michelle's. "Of course, you are absolutely right! I can do this!" slowly her spirit awoke in hopes of rekindlinG. Michelle knodded, hopefully, knowing her boss who was quite egocentric enough about her work, just to tell her the firm would crumble without and she was the best, yup, that would put her back on her track.
"It's the truth. Ginny, forget about him! Move on with your life" Michelle slowly let go of her tight grasp in hopes her boss was sturdy enough to take this. "Think of it this way. He opened you to the dating stream once again. Thank the bastard and move on! It's not the end of the world!" the words kept making more and more sense. Move on. Forget about Harry. She had dont it before, bloody hell, she could do it again.
Slowly Ginny knodded her tight red bun bouncing along. "Yes, Michelle, your right. Your absolutely positively right!" she moved back behind her huge desk to stare back down at the account wide open. It didn't make her feel sick at all. Revengeful, maybe, but not devastingly ill, like only moments ago. "I can totally do this. Block the jerk out of my mind and move on. ... that's all I need to do. And you know why I can do this?"
Michelle put on a supporting grin sitting back down , business done. Ginny saw the smug smirk and held back her bad comment. She owed Michelle for her job and the last thing she should saw was Shut it you dumb doodoo. She relaxed as she starred down at the wide unfinished account's pictures and notes thrown carelessly aside. A moving gleaming picture of Harry and Melody waved back at her, as she glared at him.
Sniveling to-tall jerk. Courageless ratr who was not going to send her running to Mummy. She was going to stay on this account not for her job, but for Harry. Just to show him she could kick ass, whether it be Michelle's or his. Just for him.
A insane grin set upon her porcelian pale face her eyes flaring with revengeful anger. "I can do this because I am a goddamn professional!!!"
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"I don't know, Doctor, I really don't know about Ginny" Harry sighed again, remembering the big ball of energy the little eccentric redhead perserved. Henri gave a good throw of the quaffle and Harry caught it with experiance and expertise. "Do you like her, then? The date you were taking about seemed pretty good to me" Henri leaned forward on his antique Cleansweep 7, brushing at his black bar mustache as thick as his hairy side-burned head.
Harry glared at the word date. It was not a date. It was a trip to the movies with a old school friend, his best friend's little sister no less. Just because they dance didn't quite mean anything. He was threathened for merlins-sake!!! Old men with sticks were awfully scary when they wanted to be.
"It was not a date" he mummured as he shot the quaffle high in the air and flipped sending the ball flying with the impact of the tail of his broom. Dr.Henri raised a thick eyebrow as he flew lower to retrieve the ball successfully. "Show-off" he grumbled, rolling his clear blue eyes. "Ok catch me if I am wrong but going to the movies in the park with 2 girls, one unknown, dancing with the other, in the rain, and almost making out with her does not qualify as a date? God, then I feel sorry for married woman then"
When Dr.Henri put it in such a way Harry had to wince. He did accept the invitation as if he was single. He did dance, carefree with Ginny, as if he was single. And he did almost kiss her, as if he was single. So he couldnt hold it against her if she was boiling mad like at that dance academy. "It's hard, Doc. You know I love Mel, really I adore her and I would do absolutely anything to keep her heart intact... and she's great and all...."
Harry sighed remembering that exhiliarting feeling his stomach pitched when he had his arms around the thin redhead on the park grounds, and the carefree fun he had with her that was so relaxing and comforting, and the blissful nerves blasting through him as her lips almost met his.
"But sometimes... I think... could there be something greater then great?"
Henri finally threw after Harry finished his sentence , and he absentmindly caught it his thoughts mostly on the inner battle between the calm, beautiful blonde and the wild, fiesty red head. "Harry I don't think it's anything" Henri saw the way his friend's handsome face fell at all this confusion and hell he was in. He needed some sort of encouragement or relief. And some man to scoop a certain Ginny off a certain Harry's back. And Henri thought to be the perfect man to scoop her up.
"It's natural. I read it in the Daily Prohpet in the gossip/woman's section" Harry held off the question of why excatly his colleague was reading the woman's section in the newspaper, as Henri went on. "Men who're engaged feel caged and usually go for attractive woman before they are married. It's natural. Animal instinct sort of. Nothing to worry about. Mel is your one and only and Ginny was just someplace to vent unwanted emotion for her in the old days or from where ever so you don't ruin your marriage. Or so the article said"
Harry listened to the wise words with realization. He was right. It was right. What in the world was he doing? Sitting here contemplating feeling for Ginny he had already vented out was just stupid. A waste of time. Slowly a smile of relief broke across his well chiseled face. "Natural" Harry tried out the word flipping the quaffle carelessly and caught it effortlessly. Of course, it all made so much sense.
Ginny could not go and screw up 4 years of romance and love with Melody on one measley date. Harry was just getting unwanted emotion out. Of course. As one of his many little patients would say 'Duh, Stupid'. "Na-tra-rallll" he tried out the syllables savoring every sound to the answer of his no longer complicated problem. "That's rght. The feeling I have for Ginny have been vented out and Mel and I can have a relaxing marriage and even if I still have feelings they would be no where at all to comparison with my feelings for Mel.... What was I thinking?"
Feeling so much more enlightened at the prospect that he wasn't ruining his wonderful engagment because of one stupid date, Harry flew up and did his best flips all day sending the quaffle sky rocketing off. Henri tried not to laugh to see how easy it was to unravel the puzzle Harry complicated. Letting the quaffle sail harmlessly to the ground, Henri sped up to met Harry at the goalpost.
"So, you've figured it out have you?" he said in amusement as if he had thought this all along and prolonging it for awhile. Harry gave a goofy grin leaning back perfectly balanced. "Natural" he repeateded simply. Henri knodded leaning forward eagerness on his face. "So, then you going to give me Ginny's number so I can give her a ring after you spill everything? She'll need a shoulder to cry on and mine is mighty comfortable...."
Harry allowed a little image of a crippled Ginny sobbing on a comforting Henri's shoulder. One thing led to another in his mental movie and a bright angered jolt broke through his body. "No, Dr.Henri, you are NOT getting her number...."
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"Ok, so a vineyard? Have you thought much about which one you might use?" or whether or not my teeth will crack with all this fake smiling?, Ginny thought starring down at the tourist's book of Italy where many elegant and beautiful vineyards lay. She didn't think anything could be more unproductive then this little meeting she assigned to talk things over on the location with the bride and groom of the Barker account.
Dressing up simple and business like she wore her hair in a tight french bun rather then loose and free as usual and a soft lavender suite instead of her comfortable yoga outfit she wore on usual conferances at her home. Seeing Harry, Ginny had the undeniable urge to prove to him just because he almost cheated on his wife and almost kissed her, that Ginny Weasley did not back out easily. She took everything swuing at her , whether it be her mum's crazy old friends or Harry being engaged after he went on a well-to-do date with her.
And she would do it all professionally. But she also had the undeniable urge to kick him in the place where the sun doesnt shine when Harry kissed and flirted with Melody without any thought of privacy, But you can't just always get what you want.
"Well we've thought about it and we decided we were going to take off the weekend and go around the vineyards in London or Ireland and visit them personally. You know face-to-face. "Melody gave a grin pretty on her doll-like face slim in a simple black dress. Poor girl. Doesn't know how much a arse her husband-to-be is. Adorable but yet naive she was. And obviously not a amaetur.
Ginny mentally applauded her at her expert thinking on vineyard visisting. Harry watched Ginny's blue eyes lighten in appreciation with Melody's suggestion. Coming to this meeting was alot harder then he thought. Her house was so comfortable and not the least bit stuffy like its inhabitant. The dog was huge, but quite a cutie in a odd way. And even Ginny, who looked business like and diginified in the satin suite she still had the glow of excitement of new ideas gleaming off her.
And even though he figured Ginny usually didn't wear suites to this sort of meetings (he could tell from her fidgeting) it still sort of made her look cute. Which in turn made Harry all the more urgent tobe closer to Melody, mentally and physically. Using Mel as a shield from Ginny may not be excatly nice but it was for her own good.
"Not bad, not bad at all" Ginny grinned for Melody. She may not like the man she was marrying but she liked Melody Barker alright. She wasn't like all the other people she thought with imagination rather then heart or mind. "Well, that's it. Thanks for coorperating and coming on such short notice. I couldn't fit it any other time and I want to get it out of the way" she apologized good naturedly but her voice was still as tense as could be.
Harry was pretty sure he was the only one who could see it. After all he was the one who caused it. She hid it pretty well too. "Oh, it isn't a problem. We're so excitied about the wedding we're at the point that we'll do anything" I bet you guys are Ginny thought mockingly in her mind, and then felt instantly guilty. Melody was sweet and Ginny was being a coldhearted bitch today. It must be Harry's influence.
Plastering on another smile, she handed the couple the packets and notes they made for them to look over and evaulate. "You have sucha nice house, Ginny, so nice and clean isn't it Harry?" Melody layed a gentle grasp on his green sleeved arm. Harry grinned for Melody and purposely looked up to meet Ginny's humourless eyes. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing she was making him squirm inside. Sometimes, through out the light conversation between Ginny, Melody, and him Harry wasn't all to sure if she had assigned this visit for business or to just make him feel humiliated and uncomfortable.
He assumed the last one.
"Near perfection" he replied with equally forced grin his usually warm friendly voice, ice cold. Two could play this game. "Awe thanks, I try my best. The reason might be though is because I'm barely home half the time" Ginny cleverly steered the conversation towards friendlier standards, her glare just as hard as his. Melody laughed along with her, as Harry gathered their coats slipping it on comfortably over her shoulders.
"Now it was nice seeing you two again, Mel, Harry" Ginny stood back shaking Mel's delicate little hand and Harry's large healing hands tough and tan. And hard. Defainately not the grasp he used for dancing. "Same here Ms.Weasley. We both hope to see you soon and get more of this arrangements done" Harry barely controlleed bad mouthing her off or even rolling his eyes at her.
Sometimes she was so professional it wasn't even funny anymore. Just sort of sickening. That girl defainately needed to lighten up more if she wanted to lie better. And Harry considered himself a expert on lieing. "Sure, I can't wai--" Ginny began fiddling with her birthday ring when Melody looked from Harry to in Ginny in confusion breaking on her face.
"What are you two talking about? Ginny's coming with us this weekend darling"
Harry's face changed considerably as Melody handed him the piles of papers she got from Ginny, to take home. His poilete smile smashed into a scowl and his usual light green eyes turned rock hard, paling. A few hours with Ginny he could deal with. But a entire weekend with her? In a vineyard? With just Mel, who could barely watch her own back rather then his and hers.
"She's coming with us?" Harry tried to keep the whine out of his voice. This was their vacation, not spent with the wedding planner, slash, the woman who caused him plain trouble. But none of the shock Harry felt came close to what Ginny was experiancing. "I'm going?!" she exclaimed loudly her big blue eyes going saucer wide her little mouth dropping.
She was going? Where? When? With then? With Harry.....
A whole WEEKENED?!!!!?
God, just come and kill me now.....
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Chapters are going to be shorter, because I just figured the way I keep making them about 20 pages long that we'll only have like 3 more chapters left..... And I'd rather prolong this... it's my baby... my masterpiece.... muwhahahahahahahahahaha.... *cough*
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE......
Thank You and Have a Nice Day
~MerlinsApprentince
Chapter 4
Author's Notes: Alright, I am back from my vaca, so I can finish a few things up. Srry about all the delay and the excuses but it's just the way it is, but I got alot done during my vaca though so It wasn't all a waste. Enjoy this new chapter, cuze I quite did ^.^
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Ginny sighed, starring blankly at the folders before her. The big bold print of "BARKER" on the tab sent her stomach into little squirmmish flurries. The photos of the vineyard they wanted to visit gave her blue eyes a hideous ache. Even the pictures of the brides parents made her throat close uncomfortably. Ginny couldn't do this. She just couldn't do it.
"I can't do this Michelle" Ginny repeated to her partner, who sat contently on the uncomfortable guest chair , skimming over plans. Her curly blonde locks flew as her dark blue eyes starred at her tired worried eyes. "What?! Honey, you've just had way to much wine last night" Michelle shot back quickly pulling the papers into a neat pile on her lap.
Ginny snorted in slight embrassment. Yes, she did have way to much wine the other night. Way to much. She wasn't still quite sure if Colin had proposed to her or not. But Ginnt really, really hoped not. But she was sure of one thing. Harry Potter was Melody Barker's fiancee. And that was not good.
The scene of him standing in the dance room, being introduced by Melody replayed in her mind. Her heart did a sickening and pathethic flop. She could not do this.
"I have to talk to Lindsey so she could reassign a new planner..." she mummured flying past Michelle's defense to head to the nearest exit. Her partner and best mate finally saw that the worried and ill looking red head was not as drunk as she supposed. "Oh no, no, no, no" Michelle squealed jumping up and scurrying to the door to lock it throughly.
Ginny sighed crossing her arms. Her eyes ached, her legs ached, her head ached. The last thing she needed was to kick her partner's ass. "Michelle, move"
"Ginny, you are not going anywhere except back to your desk to look through those catalogs I brought you. There is nothing in this case that'll want to make you back out on this account. You need this. If you want to be a partner... Just this itsy bitsy account. Nothing new at all"
As Ginny tried to unravel the steady stream of babble coming from Michelle's mouth, the assistant took advantage of her thoughtful state and lead her back to her huge plush victorian desk. "And I mean why does this case need another planner anyway? You know the only reason you would back out on a case if if you broke the cardinal rule and we both know you would never do that..." Michelle sat down in the chair and patiently waited for a reply.
When none came, she felt her eyes go big and shock overflow her. "NO!" she scolded a sort of odd smile on her young face. "You fell for the groom! Uh, bad! Bad Ginny, bad, bad, bad1" she did the old motion of rubbing her finger against the other to scold her shamefully. Ginny laced and unlaced her fingers in nervousness. "No" she lied to herself fiddling with her birthday ring she got a few years back from her deceased father.
"Never" Lies spurted from her mouth like never before. And Ginny never lied unless it had a huge and good enough benefit. And to prove her point she got up trying to look diginified and, well, truthful. "I would never do that" Michelle watched her wearily as the small figure wandered to a tall fern fixing it gently. "Never" Ginny insisted again thinking of Harry. Of course, she didn't fall for him. Absurd. He was.... to tall. That's right.And who would want all that popularit anyways? Reporters and cameras would probably be littered all over the ceremony for the boy who lived.
And being so tall... it was just a total turn-off.
Ginny suddenly felt a few branches of the pretty fern break in her grasp, as her anger unexpectedly took over. God, she couldn't even lie to herself! How lame could she possibly get? First Harry, then Colin, and now a lousy liar. Might as well stop humiliating herself now while she still had her pride. "Oh Michelle, it's so complicated" Ginny mummured chewing on her bottom lip. "It's the doctor"
The blonde seated couldn't help but perk up at her Boss's new and well handled love life. "What's this go to do with the doctor?" the question sounded simple but it gave a hard to follow answer. "Everything.... It's the groom" Michelle frowned chewing thoughtfully at the end of her elegant owl quill. "Uh, what? Groom? What happened to the doctor? He was so nice..." the confusion was obvious that Ginny had to sigh. Didn't she just say it?
"The groom is the doctor" she turned from the fern to place her palms out on the huhuge desk. "The doctor is the groom, the doctor is Melody Barker's fiancee!!!!"
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"Garbage girl is your wedding planner?!!" Dr. Henri Goodnight relished atop his broomstick . Nothing like a good qudditch game during a hour your suppose to be at a meeting. Harry sighed flipping a quaffle , next to his colleague, in the air. "Yup and I'm in hell" he sighed blowing a few ragged bangs away from his face.
God, this was more then hell. Was there such a place? If there wasn't then hell was bloody horrid. He swore never to do anything sinful ever again, just to stay out of this situation. "And I'm in heaven, now you can hook me up with her" Henri chuckled good naturedly but he had a serious note in the humor. He had a hard time with woman , and he saw Ms.Ginny Weasley leave the hospital that day.
A beautiful Leggy woman, she was. Harry threw the round game ball at the thin skinny man and flew up higher. A image of Ginny and Henri making out flashed through his already confused mind , and a not very good feeling followed. Great, let's add more to the confusion. "No, Dr. Henri, we are not complicating this any further"
Henri's little bar mustache drooped and waved mentally goodbye to leggy Ginny. "Well, if it wasn't meant to be then it wasn't meant to be... so does Mel know?" he catched the quaffle with slight clumsiness. Harry raised a eyebrow in thought. Even if Mel knew she'd still be naive enough to not understand, thank god. She maybe a millionaire and a inventor, but once her imagination is out of the picture she could be more flaky then wanted.
"Of course not. She forgots all my friends names so she still hasn't clicked Ginny Weasley with Ron nor Molly. So I'm pretty much keeping her in the blue until this little... whatever it is... is solved" Harry sighed as he flew a few loopy loops to shake off that red flare feeling he got from thinking about Ginny.
"Yeah, well, thats the truth. So what're you going to do about a certain Miss. Ginny Weasley?"
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"Dr. Harry's the Groom!!!" Michelle reacted like Ginny did when she first found out with dumbfounded shocked stare. "Yeah, now if you'll excuse me I really have to have a chat with Lindsey...." she headed back to the door to get out of this nightmare. Michelle took her time to quietly digest this fact that Ginny's school girl crush was who her account was getting married to, but in a matter of seconds she was holding up the already locked door once again.
"Nope" she reinacted once again. "Look, you can do this. Imagine your resume aftter this. Famous Harry Potter's wedding, the boy who defeated you-know-who twice! A partner to the biggest magical wedding planner industry in the whole world!"
The words somehow brought a comfort to Ginny. If she walked outright now she would instantly loose her job and what she really loved to do. And truth be told, she didn't think there were any more wedding agencies for it would be huuge competition to use as a back up. For once her flaky assistant was making some sense."And you know your the best around here. If you weren't so controlling everybody would be so lost in this account due to the popularity it has. We'd be running around like chickens without heads! You know that!!"
Michelle took hold of her thin shoulders her blue eyes hard even though the thought of her running around crazy without her head would usually send her into a symphony of giggles. It told Ginny the poor girl was totally and utterly serious. "No one else can do this, Gin. Except you" Michelle kept the stare hard and lethal hoping Ginny would get the picture. This firm needed this account and it needed her.
"Your a professional. Just ignore the feelings and do this professionally" Michelle's words sounded alot more smarter then Ginny's own words, which were to runaway from this sticky mess. She was right. What in the world was she doing? Running away like this? Her father would be appalled. She was appalled. Just because Harry was there? She did pretty good avoiding him during school. Ginny could very well ignore him now. Forget the elating feelings every time she was around him. Hide it behind her heart painful and aching but none the less ignored.
"Your right" Ginny whispered clenching and unclenching her fists, rising her gaze up to met Michelle's. "Of course, you are absolutely right! I can do this!" slowly her spirit awoke in hopes of rekindlinG. Michelle knodded, hopefully, knowing her boss who was quite egocentric enough about her work, just to tell her the firm would crumble without and she was the best, yup, that would put her back on her track.
"It's the truth. Ginny, forget about him! Move on with your life" Michelle slowly let go of her tight grasp in hopes her boss was sturdy enough to take this. "Think of it this way. He opened you to the dating stream once again. Thank the bastard and move on! It's not the end of the world!" the words kept making more and more sense. Move on. Forget about Harry. She had dont it before, bloody hell, she could do it again.
Slowly Ginny knodded her tight red bun bouncing along. "Yes, Michelle, your right. Your absolutely positively right!" she moved back behind her huge desk to stare back down at the account wide open. It didn't make her feel sick at all. Revengeful, maybe, but not devastingly ill, like only moments ago. "I can totally do this. Block the jerk out of my mind and move on. ... that's all I need to do. And you know why I can do this?"
Michelle put on a supporting grin sitting back down , business done. Ginny saw the smug smirk and held back her bad comment. She owed Michelle for her job and the last thing she should saw was Shut it you dumb doodoo. She relaxed as she starred down at the wide unfinished account's pictures and notes thrown carelessly aside. A moving gleaming picture of Harry and Melody waved back at her, as she glared at him.
Sniveling to-tall jerk. Courageless ratr who was not going to send her running to Mummy. She was going to stay on this account not for her job, but for Harry. Just to show him she could kick ass, whether it be Michelle's or his. Just for him.
A insane grin set upon her porcelian pale face her eyes flaring with revengeful anger. "I can do this because I am a goddamn professional!!!"
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"I don't know, Doctor, I really don't know about Ginny" Harry sighed again, remembering the big ball of energy the little eccentric redhead perserved. Henri gave a good throw of the quaffle and Harry caught it with experiance and expertise. "Do you like her, then? The date you were taking about seemed pretty good to me" Henri leaned forward on his antique Cleansweep 7, brushing at his black bar mustache as thick as his hairy side-burned head.
Harry glared at the word date. It was not a date. It was a trip to the movies with a old school friend, his best friend's little sister no less. Just because they dance didn't quite mean anything. He was threathened for merlins-sake!!! Old men with sticks were awfully scary when they wanted to be.
"It was not a date" he mummured as he shot the quaffle high in the air and flipped sending the ball flying with the impact of the tail of his broom. Dr.Henri raised a thick eyebrow as he flew lower to retrieve the ball successfully. "Show-off" he grumbled, rolling his clear blue eyes. "Ok catch me if I am wrong but going to the movies in the park with 2 girls, one unknown, dancing with the other, in the rain, and almost making out with her does not qualify as a date? God, then I feel sorry for married woman then"
When Dr.Henri put it in such a way Harry had to wince. He did accept the invitation as if he was single. He did dance, carefree with Ginny, as if he was single. And he did almost kiss her, as if he was single. So he couldnt hold it against her if she was boiling mad like at that dance academy. "It's hard, Doc. You know I love Mel, really I adore her and I would do absolutely anything to keep her heart intact... and she's great and all...."
Harry sighed remembering that exhiliarting feeling his stomach pitched when he had his arms around the thin redhead on the park grounds, and the carefree fun he had with her that was so relaxing and comforting, and the blissful nerves blasting through him as her lips almost met his.
"But sometimes... I think... could there be something greater then great?"
Henri finally threw after Harry finished his sentence , and he absentmindly caught it his thoughts mostly on the inner battle between the calm, beautiful blonde and the wild, fiesty red head. "Harry I don't think it's anything" Henri saw the way his friend's handsome face fell at all this confusion and hell he was in. He needed some sort of encouragement or relief. And some man to scoop a certain Ginny off a certain Harry's back. And Henri thought to be the perfect man to scoop her up.
"It's natural. I read it in the Daily Prohpet in the gossip/woman's section" Harry held off the question of why excatly his colleague was reading the woman's section in the newspaper, as Henri went on. "Men who're engaged feel caged and usually go for attractive woman before they are married. It's natural. Animal instinct sort of. Nothing to worry about. Mel is your one and only and Ginny was just someplace to vent unwanted emotion for her in the old days or from where ever so you don't ruin your marriage. Or so the article said"
Harry listened to the wise words with realization. He was right. It was right. What in the world was he doing? Sitting here contemplating feeling for Ginny he had already vented out was just stupid. A waste of time. Slowly a smile of relief broke across his well chiseled face. "Natural" Harry tried out the word flipping the quaffle carelessly and caught it effortlessly. Of course, it all made so much sense.
Ginny could not go and screw up 4 years of romance and love with Melody on one measley date. Harry was just getting unwanted emotion out. Of course. As one of his many little patients would say 'Duh, Stupid'. "Na-tra-rallll" he tried out the syllables savoring every sound to the answer of his no longer complicated problem. "That's rght. The feeling I have for Ginny have been vented out and Mel and I can have a relaxing marriage and even if I still have feelings they would be no where at all to comparison with my feelings for Mel.... What was I thinking?"
Feeling so much more enlightened at the prospect that he wasn't ruining his wonderful engagment because of one stupid date, Harry flew up and did his best flips all day sending the quaffle sky rocketing off. Henri tried not to laugh to see how easy it was to unravel the puzzle Harry complicated. Letting the quaffle sail harmlessly to the ground, Henri sped up to met Harry at the goalpost.
"So, you've figured it out have you?" he said in amusement as if he had thought this all along and prolonging it for awhile. Harry gave a goofy grin leaning back perfectly balanced. "Natural" he repeateded simply. Henri knodded leaning forward eagerness on his face. "So, then you going to give me Ginny's number so I can give her a ring after you spill everything? She'll need a shoulder to cry on and mine is mighty comfortable...."
Harry allowed a little image of a crippled Ginny sobbing on a comforting Henri's shoulder. One thing led to another in his mental movie and a bright angered jolt broke through his body. "No, Dr.Henri, you are NOT getting her number...."
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"Ok, so a vineyard? Have you thought much about which one you might use?" or whether or not my teeth will crack with all this fake smiling?, Ginny thought starring down at the tourist's book of Italy where many elegant and beautiful vineyards lay. She didn't think anything could be more unproductive then this little meeting she assigned to talk things over on the location with the bride and groom of the Barker account.
Dressing up simple and business like she wore her hair in a tight french bun rather then loose and free as usual and a soft lavender suite instead of her comfortable yoga outfit she wore on usual conferances at her home. Seeing Harry, Ginny had the undeniable urge to prove to him just because he almost cheated on his wife and almost kissed her, that Ginny Weasley did not back out easily. She took everything swuing at her , whether it be her mum's crazy old friends or Harry being engaged after he went on a well-to-do date with her.
And she would do it all professionally. But she also had the undeniable urge to kick him in the place where the sun doesnt shine when Harry kissed and flirted with Melody without any thought of privacy, But you can't just always get what you want.
"Well we've thought about it and we decided we were going to take off the weekend and go around the vineyards in London or Ireland and visit them personally. You know face-to-face. "Melody gave a grin pretty on her doll-like face slim in a simple black dress. Poor girl. Doesn't know how much a arse her husband-to-be is. Adorable but yet naive she was. And obviously not a amaetur.
Ginny mentally applauded her at her expert thinking on vineyard visisting. Harry watched Ginny's blue eyes lighten in appreciation with Melody's suggestion. Coming to this meeting was alot harder then he thought. Her house was so comfortable and not the least bit stuffy like its inhabitant. The dog was huge, but quite a cutie in a odd way. And even Ginny, who looked business like and diginified in the satin suite she still had the glow of excitement of new ideas gleaming off her.
And even though he figured Ginny usually didn't wear suites to this sort of meetings (he could tell from her fidgeting) it still sort of made her look cute. Which in turn made Harry all the more urgent tobe closer to Melody, mentally and physically. Using Mel as a shield from Ginny may not be excatly nice but it was for her own good.
"Not bad, not bad at all" Ginny grinned for Melody. She may not like the man she was marrying but she liked Melody Barker alright. She wasn't like all the other people she thought with imagination rather then heart or mind. "Well, that's it. Thanks for coorperating and coming on such short notice. I couldn't fit it any other time and I want to get it out of the way" she apologized good naturedly but her voice was still as tense as could be.
Harry was pretty sure he was the only one who could see it. After all he was the one who caused it. She hid it pretty well too. "Oh, it isn't a problem. We're so excitied about the wedding we're at the point that we'll do anything" I bet you guys are Ginny thought mockingly in her mind, and then felt instantly guilty. Melody was sweet and Ginny was being a coldhearted bitch today. It must be Harry's influence.
Plastering on another smile, she handed the couple the packets and notes they made for them to look over and evaulate. "You have sucha nice house, Ginny, so nice and clean isn't it Harry?" Melody layed a gentle grasp on his green sleeved arm. Harry grinned for Melody and purposely looked up to meet Ginny's humourless eyes. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing she was making him squirm inside. Sometimes, through out the light conversation between Ginny, Melody, and him Harry wasn't all to sure if she had assigned this visit for business or to just make him feel humiliated and uncomfortable.
He assumed the last one.
"Near perfection" he replied with equally forced grin his usually warm friendly voice, ice cold. Two could play this game. "Awe thanks, I try my best. The reason might be though is because I'm barely home half the time" Ginny cleverly steered the conversation towards friendlier standards, her glare just as hard as his. Melody laughed along with her, as Harry gathered their coats slipping it on comfortably over her shoulders.
"Now it was nice seeing you two again, Mel, Harry" Ginny stood back shaking Mel's delicate little hand and Harry's large healing hands tough and tan. And hard. Defainately not the grasp he used for dancing. "Same here Ms.Weasley. We both hope to see you soon and get more of this arrangements done" Harry barely controlleed bad mouthing her off or even rolling his eyes at her.
Sometimes she was so professional it wasn't even funny anymore. Just sort of sickening. That girl defainately needed to lighten up more if she wanted to lie better. And Harry considered himself a expert on lieing. "Sure, I can't wai--" Ginny began fiddling with her birthday ring when Melody looked from Harry to in Ginny in confusion breaking on her face.
"What are you two talking about? Ginny's coming with us this weekend darling"
Harry's face changed considerably as Melody handed him the piles of papers she got from Ginny, to take home. His poilete smile smashed into a scowl and his usual light green eyes turned rock hard, paling. A few hours with Ginny he could deal with. But a entire weekend with her? In a vineyard? With just Mel, who could barely watch her own back rather then his and hers.
"She's coming with us?" Harry tried to keep the whine out of his voice. This was their vacation, not spent with the wedding planner, slash, the woman who caused him plain trouble. But none of the shock Harry felt came close to what Ginny was experiancing. "I'm going?!" she exclaimed loudly her big blue eyes going saucer wide her little mouth dropping.
She was going? Where? When? With then? With Harry.....
A whole WEEKENED?!!!!?
God, just come and kill me now.....
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Chapters are going to be shorter, because I just figured the way I keep making them about 20 pages long that we'll only have like 3 more chapters left..... And I'd rather prolong this... it's my baby... my masterpiece.... muwhahahahahahahahahaha.... *cough*
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE......
Thank You and Have a Nice Day
~MerlinsApprentince