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Chapter 3: What is this you ask of me

Ginny's job at the Prophet seemed to grow on her for the next month and a half. Ginny's relationship with Harry grew from just acquaintances, to friends. Very good friends. She had also become quite close to her boss, Natasha (Wilson).

One day she went into work, as usual, and sat down at her desk, as usual, but something very unusual happened that day. Well, not too out of order, mind you, just something different. Natasha was taking her lunch break early that day, when she stopped in front of Ginny's desk.

"Ginny, dear..." Natasha started. "Yes..." Ginny replied slowly. "Well, I'm in a sort of dilemma..."her usually collected boss started, not knowing where to begin. "And that would be?" said Ginny, now intrigued. She had never seen her boss even close to a loss of words. "Well, it's just that, I had this dinner date with a potential journalist to go to tonight, and well, half of the other couple can't make it tonight. "How can you have half a couple?" Ginny asked, confused.

"You see, the female half of the couple got terribly ill, so can't make it. So, Tyler Jones, that's the other half, needs a date. Would it be a terrible burden if I asked you to come tonight, and Friday?" she asked the last part meekly, then she hopefully added "I'll even give you a raise!"

Ginny really had anticipated going home and taking a long bubble bath and just relaxing, but the look of desperation on this woman's face made her forget her plans for tonight. She laughed and said, "I would love to go with you, Mr. Wilson, and Tyler. By the way, who was the date?"

"Er, it was actually his cousin, because his girlfriend broke it off with him over some other-- I'm going too far into detail here. I'll meet you in front of The Café at 5:30, then we will leave for the restaurant. Be sure to dress nicely, it's a very exquisite restaurant. Oh, by the way; you can have the rest of the day off after lunch." She added, and left for lunch, quite relieved.

A half hour later, Ginny packed her things, and took her break. She suddenly realized that she would have to find this 'The Caf' place as she entered the little café that she and Harry had their lunch 'dates' at.

Halfway through the meal, she asked, "What is this place called Harry? I'm going to tell the twins to meet me here next week for and early lunch." "Oh, it's called The Café." he replied.

"How ironic." she said aloud. "What's ironic?" Harry asked, mouth full of pasta. "Oh,, I have this sort of date to go on for the boss. I really didn't want to go at first, but you should have seen her face." she said taking another bite of her grilled chicken salad. (yum...). Harry didn't know why, but he felt some jealousy toward her date, but pushed it aside, thinking it was only a brotherly emotion. Ginny didn't seem to realize.

"Well, I'd better be going, I need to buy some dress robes before I go. I'll see you later Harry!" she said, getting up to leave. "Bye!" he called to her as her back was retreating through the door.

Finally, at 3:00, she found her outfit, and jewelry to match. It was a simple, yet elegant, dark plumb colored dress that reached the floor and had a relatively low neckline, with matching robes, and a stunningly silver necklace, and earrings to match.

She went home, took a shower, and put on some eyeshadow, lipstick, and blush, in addition to her foundation that she usually wore alone. She decided to wear her hair down, and tamed her unruly curls. She looked at herself in the mirror. 'Wow.' was the first thing that came to her mind. "I look good." she said disbelievingly. "You sure do hon." said the portrait. Once more, before she could contemplate the ludicrous idea of having a portrait in a bathroom, her father yelled from downstairs that she only had five minutes before 5:30.

"Well," she said to herself, "This is going to be a fun night." And with that, she grabbed her matching handbag, and apparated to the café.

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I hope you like. I was going to put the date in this chapter, but I don't feel like typing anymore, and I think it will be better as a separate chapter. By the way, the chap. titles are from the lyrics of the best local band in the world -- the Doc Sommers Band! I love those guys (and Mary)! Check em out: www.docsommersband.com Once again, review and give some ideas, they are greatly appreciated.