Wheeee thanks to stinkyirma for this FABULOSO idea =D
Harry's POV
Wanting to escape from the house for a day, Harry headed back to Diagon Alley and decided to reabsorb the wizarding life that he had been detached from for so long. A smile crept up his face as he remembered the first time he had traveled by floo powder, and if it hadn't been for Hagrid, he would have never found his way back to Diagon Alley.
"Excuse me, sir." A voice brought him back from reminiscing.
"Huh?" Harry glanced about.
"You are blocking the walkway." A young woman carrying bags of purchases stood in front of him.
"Oh, sorry about that." Harry stuttered when he realized that he had zigzagged across the Alley and had ended up on the other side of the street. "Do you need help with those bags?" He asked the brunette.
"Oh, sure, I could use a little help." The woman grinned. "Would you set them down over there please?" She pointed to a bench near them and handed over the bags to Harry, and followed him to the bench.
"Whew, nothing like a day of shopping huh?" She chuckled. "You seem like a nice guy. Are you single?"
"Um..yea." Harry furrowed his eyebrows.
"Oh, don't worry, I have a boyfriend." She laughed and continued. "It's just that, I have this friend, and nothing I do will make her even consider going out on a date. She says 'her heart has already been taken, and will never be given to another.' Pfbbt. I say she should give other men a chance, but oh god, she is so stubborn!"
"Hmm."
"Would you like to go on a blind date with her? I'm sure you guys will hit it off real well!" The brown haired lady smiled.
"Well..hmm," Harry's words hung suspended in the air.
"I'll take that as a yes. How's tonight at Shanty's Sidewalk Café? Seven sound ok?" The young woman clasped Harry's hands in her own. "You will love her!" She whispered before she got up and apparated off with her bags.
Harry leaned back against the bench. What was he supposed to think? He had just been forced into a date by a nameless woman with someone he didn't even know anything about.
Ginny's POV
"NO! Absolutely not!" Ginny cried exasperated.
"It's just a date. You will love him! He is a total gentleman!" Casey exclaimed.
"Ugh, Casey, next time ask me before you set me up." Ginny flopped on to the couch in the apartment she shared with Casey, her petite frame dressed in a t-shirt and pajama bottoms.
Casey came and sat down next to her. "Does that mean you'll go?" She wiggled her eyebrows in a playful way.
"NO!" Ginny fumbled a pillow and tossed it at Casey.
"Come on! You're 35, it's time to settle down and start a family." Casey prodded Ginny's thighs.
"Why don't you settle down?" Ginny sighed.
"Hey, at least I have a boyfriend. All you are doing is dwelling on your past. You're never going to find happiness this way."
"I'm happy. My books and my work in the ministry are all I need to keep me satisfied!"
"Oh really?" Casey raised one eyebrow.
"YES!" Ginny got up, walked over to her desk and started shuffling papers.
"You know you want to see him," Casey pranced around Ginny and her desk.
"ARGH...FINE maybe I am a little teensy bit curious."
"HA!" Casey started doing her victory dance. "Go me! Go me! Who's right? Who's right?"
"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! You are always right." Ginny rolled her eyes. "All hail queen Casey." She pretended to throw up.
"So you're going?"
"On one condition! If you stay there to bail me out in case something goes horribly wrong."
"Witch's honor!" Casey feigned a salute and pumped the air with her fists. "Let's get the party started!" She directed Ginny into her room. "First off, whatcha gonna wear?"
"Why are you asking me? All I have are work clothes and pajamas." Ginny swept her flaming red hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ears. She sighed as Casey dug ravenously through her closet.
"Okay, how about this?" She pulled out a dark blue dress. It was plain, but sophisticated, and dressy enough for the occasion.
"Oh my god, I still have this?" Ginny took the dress. "I wore this to that Hogwart's anniversary ball that we had ages ago. I doubt I will still fit in it."
"Well, we wont know until you try it on, will we?" Casey pushed her towards the bathroom.
Harry's POV
"I'm going out for dinner!" Harry yelled as he dashed out the door on his way to the blind date. Sure, he didn't want to go, but he didn't want to arrive late and make a bad impression.
"Harry? Harry!" He heard someone calling him, but he had already apparated to Diagon Alley.
At night, Diagon Alley was even more beautiful than it was in the morning. The shop windows illuminated the items in the windows, and the streetlights cast a soft light onto the pavement. Harry ambled slowly towards Shanty's Café, which was brightly decorated with chains of lightbulbs, and took a seat at one of tables set out on the sidewalk. The warm night breeze felt good against his skin as he waited for his date.
Ginny's POV
Dressed in her blue satin dress and in strappy sandals, Ginny walked along side Casey. "Remember the signal. If anything goes wrong and I use the signal, come over RIGHT AWAY." Ginny gripped her purse handle tightly.
"I will remember! Don't worry, I'll be right across the street in the bookstore." Casey glanced at the sidewalk café. "Look, there he is. Have fun!" She walked off towards the bookstore, but not before winking quickly.
Ginny cautiously approached the man sitting at the sidewalk table. He was good looking enough, and if he had as charming a personality as Casey had described, maybe it wouldn't be so bad afterall. She walked over to the table and sat down across from the man who was busy reading the Daily Prophet. "Hi, I'm-"
Harry's POV
"Ginny." Harry had looked up when he heard someone sit down in front of him. He would recognize that flaming red hair anywhere.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" Ginny furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
"It's me, Harry."
Ginny's POV
"H-harry...Potter." Ginny stuttered.
"Didn't Ron tell you I was back?" Harry looked concerned for the paling Weasley in front of him.
"I'm sorry, could I get a glass of water?" Ginny suddenly flushed red.
"WAITER! A GLASS OF WATER. MAKE HASTE." Harry yelled, and within seconds, they had a glass of water between them.
Ginny quickly drained the water.
"Do you feel better?" Harry leaned over the table, staring at her long and hard, but Ginny evaded his eyes.
"You're supposed to be dead." Ginny finally broke the awkward silence.
"Maybe it would have been better that way.."
Harry's POV
Wanting to escape from the house for a day, Harry headed back to Diagon Alley and decided to reabsorb the wizarding life that he had been detached from for so long. A smile crept up his face as he remembered the first time he had traveled by floo powder, and if it hadn't been for Hagrid, he would have never found his way back to Diagon Alley.
"Excuse me, sir." A voice brought him back from reminiscing.
"Huh?" Harry glanced about.
"You are blocking the walkway." A young woman carrying bags of purchases stood in front of him.
"Oh, sorry about that." Harry stuttered when he realized that he had zigzagged across the Alley and had ended up on the other side of the street. "Do you need help with those bags?" He asked the brunette.
"Oh, sure, I could use a little help." The woman grinned. "Would you set them down over there please?" She pointed to a bench near them and handed over the bags to Harry, and followed him to the bench.
"Whew, nothing like a day of shopping huh?" She chuckled. "You seem like a nice guy. Are you single?"
"Um..yea." Harry furrowed his eyebrows.
"Oh, don't worry, I have a boyfriend." She laughed and continued. "It's just that, I have this friend, and nothing I do will make her even consider going out on a date. She says 'her heart has already been taken, and will never be given to another.' Pfbbt. I say she should give other men a chance, but oh god, she is so stubborn!"
"Hmm."
"Would you like to go on a blind date with her? I'm sure you guys will hit it off real well!" The brown haired lady smiled.
"Well..hmm," Harry's words hung suspended in the air.
"I'll take that as a yes. How's tonight at Shanty's Sidewalk Café? Seven sound ok?" The young woman clasped Harry's hands in her own. "You will love her!" She whispered before she got up and apparated off with her bags.
Harry leaned back against the bench. What was he supposed to think? He had just been forced into a date by a nameless woman with someone he didn't even know anything about.
Ginny's POV
"NO! Absolutely not!" Ginny cried exasperated.
"It's just a date. You will love him! He is a total gentleman!" Casey exclaimed.
"Ugh, Casey, next time ask me before you set me up." Ginny flopped on to the couch in the apartment she shared with Casey, her petite frame dressed in a t-shirt and pajama bottoms.
Casey came and sat down next to her. "Does that mean you'll go?" She wiggled her eyebrows in a playful way.
"NO!" Ginny fumbled a pillow and tossed it at Casey.
"Come on! You're 35, it's time to settle down and start a family." Casey prodded Ginny's thighs.
"Why don't you settle down?" Ginny sighed.
"Hey, at least I have a boyfriend. All you are doing is dwelling on your past. You're never going to find happiness this way."
"I'm happy. My books and my work in the ministry are all I need to keep me satisfied!"
"Oh really?" Casey raised one eyebrow.
"YES!" Ginny got up, walked over to her desk and started shuffling papers.
"You know you want to see him," Casey pranced around Ginny and her desk.
"ARGH...FINE maybe I am a little teensy bit curious."
"HA!" Casey started doing her victory dance. "Go me! Go me! Who's right? Who's right?"
"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! You are always right." Ginny rolled her eyes. "All hail queen Casey." She pretended to throw up.
"So you're going?"
"On one condition! If you stay there to bail me out in case something goes horribly wrong."
"Witch's honor!" Casey feigned a salute and pumped the air with her fists. "Let's get the party started!" She directed Ginny into her room. "First off, whatcha gonna wear?"
"Why are you asking me? All I have are work clothes and pajamas." Ginny swept her flaming red hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ears. She sighed as Casey dug ravenously through her closet.
"Okay, how about this?" She pulled out a dark blue dress. It was plain, but sophisticated, and dressy enough for the occasion.
"Oh my god, I still have this?" Ginny took the dress. "I wore this to that Hogwart's anniversary ball that we had ages ago. I doubt I will still fit in it."
"Well, we wont know until you try it on, will we?" Casey pushed her towards the bathroom.
Harry's POV
"I'm going out for dinner!" Harry yelled as he dashed out the door on his way to the blind date. Sure, he didn't want to go, but he didn't want to arrive late and make a bad impression.
"Harry? Harry!" He heard someone calling him, but he had already apparated to Diagon Alley.
At night, Diagon Alley was even more beautiful than it was in the morning. The shop windows illuminated the items in the windows, and the streetlights cast a soft light onto the pavement. Harry ambled slowly towards Shanty's Café, which was brightly decorated with chains of lightbulbs, and took a seat at one of tables set out on the sidewalk. The warm night breeze felt good against his skin as he waited for his date.
Ginny's POV
Dressed in her blue satin dress and in strappy sandals, Ginny walked along side Casey. "Remember the signal. If anything goes wrong and I use the signal, come over RIGHT AWAY." Ginny gripped her purse handle tightly.
"I will remember! Don't worry, I'll be right across the street in the bookstore." Casey glanced at the sidewalk café. "Look, there he is. Have fun!" She walked off towards the bookstore, but not before winking quickly.
Ginny cautiously approached the man sitting at the sidewalk table. He was good looking enough, and if he had as charming a personality as Casey had described, maybe it wouldn't be so bad afterall. She walked over to the table and sat down across from the man who was busy reading the Daily Prophet. "Hi, I'm-"
Harry's POV
"Ginny." Harry had looked up when he heard someone sit down in front of him. He would recognize that flaming red hair anywhere.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" Ginny furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
"It's me, Harry."
Ginny's POV
"H-harry...Potter." Ginny stuttered.
"Didn't Ron tell you I was back?" Harry looked concerned for the paling Weasley in front of him.
"I'm sorry, could I get a glass of water?" Ginny suddenly flushed red.
"WAITER! A GLASS OF WATER. MAKE HASTE." Harry yelled, and within seconds, they had a glass of water between them.
Ginny quickly drained the water.
"Do you feel better?" Harry leaned over the table, staring at her long and hard, but Ginny evaded his eyes.
"You're supposed to be dead." Ginny finally broke the awkward silence.
"Maybe it would have been better that way.."