A/N: Hmm. . .so some of you seem to be getting. . .annoyed with the pace of
Ginny's love life.
Well, sorry. Can't tell you who she'll end up with, although it's pretty obvious. I just don't want to jump to it too fast. Because no one, especially Ginny, get things perfect on the first try. Or the second. . .or third. . .hahaha, I feel so absolutely evil right now!
But don't worry. You'll get what you've been waiting for.
Unless you wanted her to shag Draco Malfoy or something. Because that'll never happen in any of my fics. Unless I wanted to do something odd or throw people off the trail of my plotline!!!
OOH OOH SOMEONE HELP ME OUT!!!! I read somewhere on, like. . .er. . .mugglenet.com maybe or something. . .well whatever, I read that in the fifth book, Fred was dating Angelina but he and George switched places for fun, and Angelina ended up liking George better. DiD THiS REALLY HAPPEN iN THE FiFTH BOOK??? i DON'T REMEMBER READiNG iT!!! So what page was it on, then?
Thanks for liking Alair, by the way. I won't be mad if you hate him after this.
Well, muchos gracias for the reviews :D (haha, look at me being all bilingual) Traci loves you all! And sorry if this chapter is weird. I caught a cold and am drunk on cold medicine. I didn't even get to help make the freshman class's homecoming float, or go to the JV homecoming football game -_- ::weeeep::
That was just a lot of rambling. Props if you read all of it . . . .
~ Sat., Sept. 20 ~
Ooh, the wedding was absolutely super!!! Everything about it was absolutely super. Alair was absolutely super.
I was too, I suppose. I mean, I didn't show up with some "silly young adolescent" or whatever everyone expected me to do.
But yes, Alair was very perfect. He was perfectly perfect when Lavender strode over to us and promptly demanded to be introduced.
"Alair, this is Lavender, an old schoolmate," I said tonelessly. "Lavender, this is Alair, my new boy-"
"How old are you, Alair?" she asked, in an accusing voice which she did not bother to hide.
"Erm," he faltered, no doubt surprised by Lavender's unabashed interrogation. "How old do I look?" he grinned, recovering spectacularly.
"What do you do?" she continued in her blatant manner.
"For a living? I work in law --"
"Where are you residing at the moment? Anywhere near your mother?" Ah. . .she was trying to find out whether he really was a "man-ornament" who I just picked up off the street. . . .
"Err. . .my mother passed away last year."
"So you lived with her up til then, did you?" She tutted. "Have you ever been in prison? How long have you been going out with our Ginny?"
"Now, Lavender, we don't want to hold you up," I said, finally putting an end to the madness. "Why don't we get ourselves some drinks while you continue your mingling. You are a bridesmaid, after all." I gave her a cheerful smile as I dragged Alair away to the bar.
"Is she --?" Alair began.
"Mad?" I said, laughing. "Nutty, crazy, bonkers? I won't deny it. . . .No, she's just disappointed."
"Why?"
"Because you turned out to be everything she didn't want you to be." I grinned and kissed him on the cheek, ending it at that.
So you see, everything was going great. I hadn't tripped at all or spilled anything on myself! Well, so far.
Why can't I ever have a klutz-free day?
"Michael, stop it!" Padma said, scolding her boyfriend, who had been all public-displays-of-affection-like. "You'll smudge my make-up!"
He abruptly spun away from her and stalked off, offended. Padma rolled her eyes.
"Honestly!" she said, sighing. "He doesn't need to get so upset! I spent hours on this face! You wouldn't happen to have a mirror, Ginny, would you?"
"Err. . ." I looked around for Alair, to make sure he didn't see me passing out hand mirrors to people (how superficial would that look?). But he was off somewhere else. I forgot where he went. . . .
"Oh, please, Ginny? Normally I would have one with me, but of course I couldn't bring a clutch, I'm a bridesmaid, I had to hold flowers and -"
"Here, just take it," I said, opening my purse and rummaging around for my compact. As I did, my wand fell onto the floor, and rolled under a table.
"Damn," I said, as I shoved the mirror into Padma's hand. I could hear her saying, "Thanks a bunch, Ginny!" as I reached down to get it.
But of course, my wand has rolled right to the center of the table, which has to be so wide in diameter that I couldn't even feel the tip of it. I had to crawl under it before I could even see where it was.
"Ah!" I made to grab it, but accidentally pushed it out the other end. "Damn," I said again, as I crawled even farther in to retrieve it. Before I could even place my hand on it, however, someone else had seen it and picked it up from the floor.
I wondered who would be the worst person to see me crawl out from under the table. I automatically decided on Lavender, and was quite sure that it would be she who had picked up my wand.
However, shuffling backwards and brushing my hair on the tablecloth, I bumped right into none other than Harry Potter.
Or rather, Harry Potter's lower leg.
He was twirling my wand and looking down at me as though he was trying not to laugh. He failed.
"Hey!" I said, indignant. I mean, I did need to get my wand and crawling under the table just happened to be the only way to do that.
"Sorry," he said, still laughing, as he handed over my wand. "So, um. . ." he made a serious face. "Enjoying the wedding?"
We chatted aimlessly for awhile, about nothing I can really recall. And then he was all like, "Doyoowannadantzginnee?"
"Um, bless you?" I said, thinking he had sneezed.
He took a deep breath. "Do you want to, um, dance, Ginny?" That was when I noticed that practically everyone else was twirling and whirling on the dance floor, to wedding-esque music.
"Um. . ." I was quite taken aback, to be honest. "I dunno if my boyfriend would. . ." I looked around for Alair. Would he get upset if he saw me dancing with Harry? I mean, he got so protective when he found out I was going to my ex-boyfriend's wedding. Even though that was, like seven years ago. But Alair was off dancing with Sohalia Cheruvu, someone I had introduced him to earlier.
"Oh. Well, never mind," I said cheerfully. "I'd love to dance."
So we. . .well, danced. And talked too, I guess. That part was a little uncomfortable, though.
"So which one is he?" Harry asked me, abruptly.
"Huh?" I had no clue what he was talking about.
"Which one is Alan? Your boyfriend."
"You mean Alair? He's over there, dancing with Sohalia."
"Hmm," he said, and I could tell he was appraising Alair over my shoulder.
"Are you getting all protective and judgmental, too?" I said, raising my eyebrows. "Because I get enough of that from my brothers."
"No, nothing, I was just-" He got cut off, however, by Parvati and Padma's mom, who came over and said, "Harry Potter!" really loudly. "It would be such an honor if you could perhaps make a toast to Parvati and Dean." And of course everyone had heard this so Harry couldn't decline. He's a gentleman and all, but he hates being shoved into the spotlight.
And that's really it. The wedding was great, I didn't get humiliated by Lavender, and I had a fun time. I should get some sleep now, I'm exhausted.
~ Fri., Sept. 26 ~
Oh, I hate the wedding! I wish I had never gone! I wish I had never taken Alair! Stupid Alair, I hate Alair!
I hate myself.
If only I hadn't taken him to the wedding. Then I wouldn't have introduced him to bloody Sohalia Cheruvu and he wouldn't have "fallen in love" with her.
As if. How can you fall in love with someone in less than a week?
But according to Alair, the few days they've spent with each other has made him see that they are "like soul mates, destined to be together."
You know what? I don't believe in soul mates. Not anymore. And "destined to be together?" Divination is absolute rubbish.
Oh, why did I take him to the wedding? Why did I introduce them? I don't even know Sohalia! Padma had introduced me to her only half an hour ago! I could barely remember her name. I just knew she was director of assistants to the chief accountant at Gringotts. Whatever that is, I thought, "Oh, sounds smart, I bet she'd get along great with Alair."
Bill says that job is "fluff", like a title to make someone sound important. They really do nothing, except order around interns or other pointless tasks. I bet she slept with the boss or something, to get a job where she basically does nothing. Yeah, that's it. I knew there was something fishy about her.
Ugh, I should have never brought Alair to the wedding. I should have just gone to Italy with him. But I was too worried about what Lavender would think, too obsessed about wanting to impress everything with my smart, charming, perfect boyfriend. If only I hadn't said anything about the wedding. We would still be together. . . .
I hate myself! I'll never get married like everyone else, I'll be stuck writing meaningless articles for silly, celebrity-minded teens, ducking away from silly "friends" who demand that I match them up with someone so they can live happily ever after. As if that really happens.
And then Mum wanted to have us all for dinner tonight. I forget why. . . .You know what, I don't even care! I'm not going, I'll just stay here in my pajamas and eat ice cream and feel inferior to every other woman on the planet because that's what girls do when they've been dumped.
I'VE BEEN DUMPED!! By ALAIR. Oh, of all people!
~ 6 pm~
Well, we had only been dating for just less than a month. . . .
~ 7: 02 pm~
Ugh, my family will not leave me alone! Just because I said I'm not coming to dinner tonight and am going to stay in my flat forever until I go off to live in a convent doesn't mean they all have to shove their heads in the fireplace to try and convince me to come out.
Well, I'm just ignoring them. Dad can call at me from the fire as long as he wants, but I'm not coming out.
Ergh, I just heard Fred say, "C'mon Dad, don't worry. She'll run out of food eventually, and then she'll have to come out."
I need more ice cream.
~ 8: 15 pm~
So when I found out I had no more ice cream, I went back into the living room, to grab this diary and seek refuge in my room. Dad was still there, trying to get me to talk.
"Ginny, at least let us send someone over there," he pleaded. "Anyone, me, Mum, Charlie, Hermione?"
"Yeah, Ginny," I heard Ron call over. "Can't suffer alone -ow!" Undoubtedly, someone had smacked him over the head. Most likely Hermione.
"Fine!" I shouted, bristling. "Send Meghan over!"
"Meghan?" Dad sounded surprised, but didn't address it. "Okay, then, Meghan, do you want to go help your aunt out?" His head disappeared from the fireplace. Pretty soon, little Meghan came stumbling out of the hearth, coughing and shaking ashes out of her pigtails.
"What's up, Auntie Ginny?" she said, totally unfazed by my bummish look (tear-streaked face and rumpled sweats). "Why aren't you at dinner? Daddy says a boy made you cry."
Ugh. Stupid Percy, I thought. But I just nodded.
"Well, that's silly," she said, childishly innocent. "Boys are icky."
I laughed, the first time that day. "Not all boys are icky, Meghan."
"You're right," she said wisely. "What about Uncle Harry? He's nice, charming, handsome, and donates quite generously to various non- profit organizations. . ."
I laughed even harder. The line was so obviously force-fed into her, I was sure she didn't even know what she was saying. "Harry? Charming and handsome? Could've fooled me. . . ."
"Hey!" said a voice, and I saw Harry emerge from the green fire, carrying something.
"So how much did you pay Meghan to say that?" I asked him.
"Pay Meghan?" he put on a fake, hurt voice, at the same time Meghan exclaimed "Five Sickles!" He covered her mouth and said something like, "I would never exchange money for anyone to acknowledge my better qualities. This is just how Meghan regards me, I'm sure."
He came over to the sofa where Meghan and I were sitting, but Meghan interjected, "Wait! Uncle Harry, don't come any closer!"
Harry and I both looked at each other, confused. Meghan, however, rolled up her sleeves in a business-like manner, and said "Circle circle, dot dot, now you've got a cootie shot." She drew two circles on my forearm and then poked it twice, smiling toothily at me. "Just in case he has cooties," she whispered to me.
"Alright, then," Harry said, grinning. "Your mum wanted to send over some food, she's really worried. So I volunteered to deliver it." He handed me a large plate wrapped in tin foil, and steaming hot. Typical Mum.
"That was nice of you, Uncle Harry," Meghan said politely.
He nodded. "Why do you call me 'uncle', anyway, Meghan?" he asked, smiling. "I'm not your uncle. . . ."
"But Uncle Ron says you don't like being called scarhead--" she started.
"Well that's true, but we're not related," he said.
"I'm not related to Aunt Hermione, but I call her 'aunt' anyway," she protested.
"But Ron and Hermione are married, so --"
"So if you marry someone who's related to me, then I can call you uncle?"
"Yes, but-"
"Well then you can marry Auntie Ginny, because she's the only one who's not married." She paused. "And the only one who's a girl," she added, thoughtfully.
Harry laughed. "Let's go back to your grandma's house, Meghan. Aunt Ginny should get some sleep." They both waved at me as they clambered into the fireplace in turn. "'Night, Gin," Harry said, as he followed Meghan into the hearth. Hmm, he called me Gin. . . .
Well, their little visit did made me feel better. But there is no way I'm going to sleep. I'll just have dreams about Sohalia and Alair having fun together, planning to go to Italy together.
I'm gonna go get a drink. . . .
Well, sorry. Can't tell you who she'll end up with, although it's pretty obvious. I just don't want to jump to it too fast. Because no one, especially Ginny, get things perfect on the first try. Or the second. . .or third. . .hahaha, I feel so absolutely evil right now!
But don't worry. You'll get what you've been waiting for.
Unless you wanted her to shag Draco Malfoy or something. Because that'll never happen in any of my fics. Unless I wanted to do something odd or throw people off the trail of my plotline!!!
OOH OOH SOMEONE HELP ME OUT!!!! I read somewhere on, like. . .er. . .mugglenet.com maybe or something. . .well whatever, I read that in the fifth book, Fred was dating Angelina but he and George switched places for fun, and Angelina ended up liking George better. DiD THiS REALLY HAPPEN iN THE FiFTH BOOK??? i DON'T REMEMBER READiNG iT!!! So what page was it on, then?
Thanks for liking Alair, by the way. I won't be mad if you hate him after this.
Well, muchos gracias for the reviews :D (haha, look at me being all bilingual) Traci loves you all! And sorry if this chapter is weird. I caught a cold and am drunk on cold medicine. I didn't even get to help make the freshman class's homecoming float, or go to the JV homecoming football game -_- ::weeeep::
That was just a lot of rambling. Props if you read all of it . . . .
~ Sat., Sept. 20 ~
Ooh, the wedding was absolutely super!!! Everything about it was absolutely super. Alair was absolutely super.
I was too, I suppose. I mean, I didn't show up with some "silly young adolescent" or whatever everyone expected me to do.
But yes, Alair was very perfect. He was perfectly perfect when Lavender strode over to us and promptly demanded to be introduced.
"Alair, this is Lavender, an old schoolmate," I said tonelessly. "Lavender, this is Alair, my new boy-"
"How old are you, Alair?" she asked, in an accusing voice which she did not bother to hide.
"Erm," he faltered, no doubt surprised by Lavender's unabashed interrogation. "How old do I look?" he grinned, recovering spectacularly.
"What do you do?" she continued in her blatant manner.
"For a living? I work in law --"
"Where are you residing at the moment? Anywhere near your mother?" Ah. . .she was trying to find out whether he really was a "man-ornament" who I just picked up off the street. . . .
"Err. . .my mother passed away last year."
"So you lived with her up til then, did you?" She tutted. "Have you ever been in prison? How long have you been going out with our Ginny?"
"Now, Lavender, we don't want to hold you up," I said, finally putting an end to the madness. "Why don't we get ourselves some drinks while you continue your mingling. You are a bridesmaid, after all." I gave her a cheerful smile as I dragged Alair away to the bar.
"Is she --?" Alair began.
"Mad?" I said, laughing. "Nutty, crazy, bonkers? I won't deny it. . . .No, she's just disappointed."
"Why?"
"Because you turned out to be everything she didn't want you to be." I grinned and kissed him on the cheek, ending it at that.
So you see, everything was going great. I hadn't tripped at all or spilled anything on myself! Well, so far.
Why can't I ever have a klutz-free day?
"Michael, stop it!" Padma said, scolding her boyfriend, who had been all public-displays-of-affection-like. "You'll smudge my make-up!"
He abruptly spun away from her and stalked off, offended. Padma rolled her eyes.
"Honestly!" she said, sighing. "He doesn't need to get so upset! I spent hours on this face! You wouldn't happen to have a mirror, Ginny, would you?"
"Err. . ." I looked around for Alair, to make sure he didn't see me passing out hand mirrors to people (how superficial would that look?). But he was off somewhere else. I forgot where he went. . . .
"Oh, please, Ginny? Normally I would have one with me, but of course I couldn't bring a clutch, I'm a bridesmaid, I had to hold flowers and -"
"Here, just take it," I said, opening my purse and rummaging around for my compact. As I did, my wand fell onto the floor, and rolled under a table.
"Damn," I said, as I shoved the mirror into Padma's hand. I could hear her saying, "Thanks a bunch, Ginny!" as I reached down to get it.
But of course, my wand has rolled right to the center of the table, which has to be so wide in diameter that I couldn't even feel the tip of it. I had to crawl under it before I could even see where it was.
"Ah!" I made to grab it, but accidentally pushed it out the other end. "Damn," I said again, as I crawled even farther in to retrieve it. Before I could even place my hand on it, however, someone else had seen it and picked it up from the floor.
I wondered who would be the worst person to see me crawl out from under the table. I automatically decided on Lavender, and was quite sure that it would be she who had picked up my wand.
However, shuffling backwards and brushing my hair on the tablecloth, I bumped right into none other than Harry Potter.
Or rather, Harry Potter's lower leg.
He was twirling my wand and looking down at me as though he was trying not to laugh. He failed.
"Hey!" I said, indignant. I mean, I did need to get my wand and crawling under the table just happened to be the only way to do that.
"Sorry," he said, still laughing, as he handed over my wand. "So, um. . ." he made a serious face. "Enjoying the wedding?"
We chatted aimlessly for awhile, about nothing I can really recall. And then he was all like, "Doyoowannadantzginnee?"
"Um, bless you?" I said, thinking he had sneezed.
He took a deep breath. "Do you want to, um, dance, Ginny?" That was when I noticed that practically everyone else was twirling and whirling on the dance floor, to wedding-esque music.
"Um. . ." I was quite taken aback, to be honest. "I dunno if my boyfriend would. . ." I looked around for Alair. Would he get upset if he saw me dancing with Harry? I mean, he got so protective when he found out I was going to my ex-boyfriend's wedding. Even though that was, like seven years ago. But Alair was off dancing with Sohalia Cheruvu, someone I had introduced him to earlier.
"Oh. Well, never mind," I said cheerfully. "I'd love to dance."
So we. . .well, danced. And talked too, I guess. That part was a little uncomfortable, though.
"So which one is he?" Harry asked me, abruptly.
"Huh?" I had no clue what he was talking about.
"Which one is Alan? Your boyfriend."
"You mean Alair? He's over there, dancing with Sohalia."
"Hmm," he said, and I could tell he was appraising Alair over my shoulder.
"Are you getting all protective and judgmental, too?" I said, raising my eyebrows. "Because I get enough of that from my brothers."
"No, nothing, I was just-" He got cut off, however, by Parvati and Padma's mom, who came over and said, "Harry Potter!" really loudly. "It would be such an honor if you could perhaps make a toast to Parvati and Dean." And of course everyone had heard this so Harry couldn't decline. He's a gentleman and all, but he hates being shoved into the spotlight.
And that's really it. The wedding was great, I didn't get humiliated by Lavender, and I had a fun time. I should get some sleep now, I'm exhausted.
~ Fri., Sept. 26 ~
Oh, I hate the wedding! I wish I had never gone! I wish I had never taken Alair! Stupid Alair, I hate Alair!
I hate myself.
If only I hadn't taken him to the wedding. Then I wouldn't have introduced him to bloody Sohalia Cheruvu and he wouldn't have "fallen in love" with her.
As if. How can you fall in love with someone in less than a week?
But according to Alair, the few days they've spent with each other has made him see that they are "like soul mates, destined to be together."
You know what? I don't believe in soul mates. Not anymore. And "destined to be together?" Divination is absolute rubbish.
Oh, why did I take him to the wedding? Why did I introduce them? I don't even know Sohalia! Padma had introduced me to her only half an hour ago! I could barely remember her name. I just knew she was director of assistants to the chief accountant at Gringotts. Whatever that is, I thought, "Oh, sounds smart, I bet she'd get along great with Alair."
Bill says that job is "fluff", like a title to make someone sound important. They really do nothing, except order around interns or other pointless tasks. I bet she slept with the boss or something, to get a job where she basically does nothing. Yeah, that's it. I knew there was something fishy about her.
Ugh, I should have never brought Alair to the wedding. I should have just gone to Italy with him. But I was too worried about what Lavender would think, too obsessed about wanting to impress everything with my smart, charming, perfect boyfriend. If only I hadn't said anything about the wedding. We would still be together. . . .
I hate myself! I'll never get married like everyone else, I'll be stuck writing meaningless articles for silly, celebrity-minded teens, ducking away from silly "friends" who demand that I match them up with someone so they can live happily ever after. As if that really happens.
And then Mum wanted to have us all for dinner tonight. I forget why. . . .You know what, I don't even care! I'm not going, I'll just stay here in my pajamas and eat ice cream and feel inferior to every other woman on the planet because that's what girls do when they've been dumped.
I'VE BEEN DUMPED!! By ALAIR. Oh, of all people!
~ 6 pm~
Well, we had only been dating for just less than a month. . . .
~ 7: 02 pm~
Ugh, my family will not leave me alone! Just because I said I'm not coming to dinner tonight and am going to stay in my flat forever until I go off to live in a convent doesn't mean they all have to shove their heads in the fireplace to try and convince me to come out.
Well, I'm just ignoring them. Dad can call at me from the fire as long as he wants, but I'm not coming out.
Ergh, I just heard Fred say, "C'mon Dad, don't worry. She'll run out of food eventually, and then she'll have to come out."
I need more ice cream.
~ 8: 15 pm~
So when I found out I had no more ice cream, I went back into the living room, to grab this diary and seek refuge in my room. Dad was still there, trying to get me to talk.
"Ginny, at least let us send someone over there," he pleaded. "Anyone, me, Mum, Charlie, Hermione?"
"Yeah, Ginny," I heard Ron call over. "Can't suffer alone -ow!" Undoubtedly, someone had smacked him over the head. Most likely Hermione.
"Fine!" I shouted, bristling. "Send Meghan over!"
"Meghan?" Dad sounded surprised, but didn't address it. "Okay, then, Meghan, do you want to go help your aunt out?" His head disappeared from the fireplace. Pretty soon, little Meghan came stumbling out of the hearth, coughing and shaking ashes out of her pigtails.
"What's up, Auntie Ginny?" she said, totally unfazed by my bummish look (tear-streaked face and rumpled sweats). "Why aren't you at dinner? Daddy says a boy made you cry."
Ugh. Stupid Percy, I thought. But I just nodded.
"Well, that's silly," she said, childishly innocent. "Boys are icky."
I laughed, the first time that day. "Not all boys are icky, Meghan."
"You're right," she said wisely. "What about Uncle Harry? He's nice, charming, handsome, and donates quite generously to various non- profit organizations. . ."
I laughed even harder. The line was so obviously force-fed into her, I was sure she didn't even know what she was saying. "Harry? Charming and handsome? Could've fooled me. . . ."
"Hey!" said a voice, and I saw Harry emerge from the green fire, carrying something.
"So how much did you pay Meghan to say that?" I asked him.
"Pay Meghan?" he put on a fake, hurt voice, at the same time Meghan exclaimed "Five Sickles!" He covered her mouth and said something like, "I would never exchange money for anyone to acknowledge my better qualities. This is just how Meghan regards me, I'm sure."
He came over to the sofa where Meghan and I were sitting, but Meghan interjected, "Wait! Uncle Harry, don't come any closer!"
Harry and I both looked at each other, confused. Meghan, however, rolled up her sleeves in a business-like manner, and said "Circle circle, dot dot, now you've got a cootie shot." She drew two circles on my forearm and then poked it twice, smiling toothily at me. "Just in case he has cooties," she whispered to me.
"Alright, then," Harry said, grinning. "Your mum wanted to send over some food, she's really worried. So I volunteered to deliver it." He handed me a large plate wrapped in tin foil, and steaming hot. Typical Mum.
"That was nice of you, Uncle Harry," Meghan said politely.
He nodded. "Why do you call me 'uncle', anyway, Meghan?" he asked, smiling. "I'm not your uncle. . . ."
"But Uncle Ron says you don't like being called scarhead--" she started.
"Well that's true, but we're not related," he said.
"I'm not related to Aunt Hermione, but I call her 'aunt' anyway," she protested.
"But Ron and Hermione are married, so --"
"So if you marry someone who's related to me, then I can call you uncle?"
"Yes, but-"
"Well then you can marry Auntie Ginny, because she's the only one who's not married." She paused. "And the only one who's a girl," she added, thoughtfully.
Harry laughed. "Let's go back to your grandma's house, Meghan. Aunt Ginny should get some sleep." They both waved at me as they clambered into the fireplace in turn. "'Night, Gin," Harry said, as he followed Meghan into the hearth. Hmm, he called me Gin. . . .
Well, their little visit did made me feel better. But there is no way I'm going to sleep. I'll just have dreams about Sohalia and Alair having fun together, planning to go to Italy together.
I'm gonna go get a drink. . . .