Hey yall. I usually wait for reviews, but I'm bored now, so I'll go ahead and update. I read over that chapter, and I realized a mistake. Mr. And Mrs. Wilson were going with another couple; Tyler and his g/f, cousin/ Ginny (whatever they are, lol), and the journalist, and her date. So, there are three couples total, Mr. Wilson/Mrs. Wilson, Tyler/Ginny, and Journalist/date of Journalist.

Chapter 4: Where do we go next

The date that night went surprisingly well. Ginny and Tyler got along great.

"Wow," said Tyler as he saw Ginny for the first time, decked out in her dress robes. "You look amazing tonight, Ginny. I'm Tyler by the way." he added sheepishly. "Hi, you look very nice yourself." she said.

Tyler was very good looking indeed. He wore navy, almost black, robes. He had sandy blonde/brown hair, deep blue eyes, a perfect smile, and was very muscular, although it was hard to tell from the dress robes.

The two couples then apparated to the restaurant, where they met the potential journalist for the Daily Prophet . All of the couples had a great time talking to one another, Ginny and Tyler talked mainly amongst themselves.

Then, Mrs. Rappaport, the journalist, asked, "So, Tyler and Ginny, how long have you two been together, it's so nice to see young love these days."

"Oh, well--" Ginny started, but Natasha interjected. "They've been together for about four months."

"Yes, that's about right." said Ginny, catching what her boss meant. She didn't want to go against anything the star reporter said, for fear of turning her away. The Prophet had been in need of some good material lately, this was the perfect opportunity to have somebody on their side.

After the first 'date' with Tyler, Ginny agreed to go out on Friday with Natasha and her husband, Jim. After all, she couldn't let down her boss, could she? But she thought there was something more that was wanting her to go.

The next day she went to lunch with Harry and told him all about Tyler. She couldn't stop talking about him. "Ginny!," he exclaimed. "Don't you think I've heard all I have ever wanted to know about this boy?" he asked in a playful tone, but Ginny didn't hear the annoyance in his voice.

"Oh, sorry." she said meekly. "S'ok." he said. "By the way, the team starts the season soon, and we'll be practicing extra hard to get ready, so I won't be here on Mondays, Wednesdays, or Fridays. Starting next week." he told her. Harry had been accepted on the British Quidditch Team, or BQT, the summer he graduated from Hogwarts. For some reason he wanted to see her miss him.

"Oh, Harry! That's wonderful. But I won't be seeing you as much, will I?" she sadly stated, more than asked. "No, but hey, cheer up." he said, noticing her depressing face and suddenly felt guilty. "I'll still be around." Ginny sighed. "That's true, I guess. Oh, goodness! Look at the time! I'd better be off to work. Oh yeah, I won't be here Friday, I'm going to be working through lunch because I'm getting off early to meet Tyler for the dinner date with Natasha." And with that, she left. She didn't notice the burning desire of Harry's to strangle the boy for taking away his time with Ginny.

Ginny got off work about 2:00, instead of the usual 6:00. She and Tyler had a great time catching up on each other's lives; they didn't have the chance on Monday. She learned that his favorite color was green, whereas hers was blue, he had a flat in London, and was an only child. He was fascinated by the fact that she had grown up with six brothers.

She glanced up at the clock in the coffee shop they were at and about had a fit. "It's already 5:00! The diner starts at 6:00! I've got to go and get dressed!" she cried. "What's with women and getting ready for an event five hours in advance anyway?" Tyler asked. But Ginny was already gone.

The group was going to a muggle restaurant, so she had to wear muggle clothes. Thankfully, it wasn't a formal occasion, and she had bought some muggle clothes last year.

Ginny decided on a white linen sundress that had daisies near the hem, which reached her knees, and spaghetti straps. She wore straw sandals and a matching purse. She put her curly hair in a messy, yet elegant bun, and put a flower in her up-do to make it complete.

The three couples went to a small Italian place, and had an enjoyable time talking and having fun. When the dinner was over at 8:00, Ginny had no idea how to get back to Diagon Alley from muggle London. "Well, why don't we go to my flat, it's close by, and there are too many people around to apparate. They'll see." Tyler said. "Oh, that would be fantastic. I would love that." Ginny said, trying not sounding too hopeful. Tyler just grinned.

His flat wasn't that big, but it was nice. It had a kitchen, living room, one bedroom, and a bathroom.

When Tyler went to go find something for the couple to munch on, he found a bottle of wine in the cabinet. "Why don't we open it?" asked Ginny. "I don't know, I don't hold my alcohol well..." he said apprehensively. "Oh, come on. A drink or two won't hurt." Ginny said convincingly.

Ginny had never drunken before, so she didn't know what her limit was. Big mistake. An empty bottle of wine and an hour later, the two collapsed on top of each other while failing miserably trying to play Twister. In their drunken state, it wasn't the best game to play.

Tyler fell on top of Ginny and both of them were in a fit of giggles. When the laughter subsided, and neither able to control their next movement, he leaned down, and kissed her; which she gratefully returned. Neither broke the kiss while Tyler carried her into his room and let the drunken activities continue.

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GASP! Weren't expecting that, were you? I hope not. Heh. Yeah, I gave you a long(er) chapter this time, so twice the reviews before I put another one up. At this point, I have 7. I want at least 14 reviews. Not hard, just 7 more. The next chapter will be interesting. Trust me.

I will start putting some Jeff Foxworthy quotes in here, just for your amusement.

You might be a redneck if:

You cut your grass and you find your car.

You make change in the offering plate.

You've ever been too drunk too fish.

That's all for now. Three more redneck quotes next chapter !

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