Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter
When Ginny woke up the next morning, the first thing that entered her mind was Harry. I can't believe we almost kissed! She thought excitedly. Ginny had been very taken with Harry ever since her first year at Hogwarts. They had become very good friends throughout their time at school, and even dated for a while in her fifth year. But, Ginny figured that friends were all she and Harry would really ever be.
Although, after last night, Ginny couldn't help but hope for a little more.
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That afternoon, Ginny had to attend a wedding that she had planned at The Wands Hotel. Sarah tagged along to get ideas for her own wedding. As the two women walked around the reception hall, Sarah talked continuously about her wedding, while Ginny smiled and stared into space, blissfully ignoring her.
"I'm thinking marigold for my bridesmaid's dresses. What do you think?" asked Sarah.
Ginny didn't even hear her, and continued to tie a ribbon that had come undone from her gold-colored blouse.
"Hello? Earth to Ginny. Are you alright? You're acting different."
When she didn't answer, Sarah finally waved her hand in front Ginny's face.
"What?" Ginny asked, finally realizing that she was being spoken to and snapping out of her reverie.
"You're acting different," repeated Sarah.
"Nothing's different. What's different?"
Sarah smirked. "You can't stop smiling."
"I'm...I'm not smiling! Am I?"
Sarah nodded. "Like a fool. Tell me."
"What? There's nothing to tell," insisted Ginny.
"Then stop smiling," challenged Sarah.
Ginny tried to stop but quickly realized that it was no use. "I can't!" she laughed.
Sarah bounced enthusiastically, "Okay, who is he?"
Ginny led Sarah over to the corner of the room, so that they could hear each other over the noise from the party around them. As Ginny told Sarah the story, the reception around them was getting out of control. Lavender tried to calm the guests down alone, since Ginny was occupied.
"You can't throw plates at The Wands!" Lavender screamed. "This is a very classy hotel!"
Ignoring the chaos around them, Sarah was stunned with what Ginny had told her. "This is like a fairytale," she exclaimed. He saves your life, you dance under the stars, and kiss in the rain."
"Almost kiss," interrupted Ginny quickly. "I don't know, I've haven't dated in a while."
"You?" asked Sarah, shocked. She nodded sheepishly.
"Ginny, with my help you will be married to him in no time," Sarah said confidently.
Just then, Lavender rushed over to Ginny with a handful of plates. "Ginny! I need your help! These people are out of control!" Her face was pink with anxiety.
"You know, Lav," said Ginny, calmly. "If you can't beat them." She took a plate from Lavender's pile and threw it on the floor, watching it smash into hundreds of pieces. "Join them."
Lavender was in shock. That wasn't something Ginny would normally do. "What has gotten into you?"
"She met a guy," Sarah smiled.
"You met a guy! You mean! Ahhh!" Lavender screamed in delight and dropped all the plates on the floor. Ginny nodded and smiled uncontrollably. Lavender bounced up and down, being suddenly lifted up onto the shoulders of the wedding guests. "You owe me!" she screamed to Ginny, as she was carried away.
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The next day, Ginny was still in high spirits. She still couldn't help but smile. She had put on a long, flowing navy-blue dress, navy blue high heeled shoes, and pulled her hair back into a low bun. She was taking her new clients to the Gilderoy Lockhart Dance Academy.
Ginny walked up to the secretary's desk to sign the couple in.
"Ginny, it's always a pleasure to see you," the secretary smiled.
"Hello, Gertie. I have a new couple to sign up for dance lessons."
"Well you came on an excellent day. Gilderoy Lockhart himself is here today," stated Gertie.
"Really?" asked Ginny, "I think I'll go in and see him then. Thanks!"
Ginny still couldn't get over the fact that the only part of Lockhart's memory that came back was his ability to dance. As she entered the dance studio looking for Lockhart, she heard a familiar voice.
"Ginny? What are you doing here?"
Ginny turned around. "Sarah?"
"Oh! I am so embarrassed. I may be a hell of a businesswoman, but I cannot dance to save my life," Sarah stated, turning a shade of pink.
Ginny laughed, "I thought your class was on Thursday."
"It was, but I had to change it," answered Sarah. "But, this is perfect, now you can finally meet my fiancé. Come here!" She led Ginny through the other couples towards a man standing near the wall, looking at a case full of awards.
"Sweetie! Come meet the wedding planner!" Sarah called.
As Ginny got closer to Sarah's fiancé, she noticed that he looked extremely familiar; even from the back. He was tall, had messy jet black hair and was wearing a brown shirt that she knew she had seen somewhere recently. When Ginny reached the young man, she had a feeling that she was going to be sick – she knew that hair. The man turned around, and her worst fears were confirmed.
Sarah's fiancé was Harry Potter.
When Harry turned around to face his fiancé, he had the shock of his life. His eyes fell on Ginny and then moved over to Sarah. He had the same look of dismay on his face that Ginny had.
Sarah, on the other hand, didn't realize the battles that both Harry and Ginny were fighting inside. "The two most important people in my life finally meet. Harry, this is Ginny Weasley, the wedding planner. Ginny, this is my fiancé, Harry. I know, I know, Harry Potter. What a shock, huh?"
Ginny continued to stare at Harry in disbelief. "Hi," she mumbled.
"Hi," answered Harry, at the same volume as Ginny. But she wasn't paying much attention; she was glaring at him.
Sarah looked at the two of them in confusion. "Ginny, are you alright?"
"Yeah, just great," she answered, as composed as she could manage. She continued to look from Ginny to Harry in confusion.
Luckily, an owl flew in the door and dropped a letter in Sara's hands. "Sorry, it's important," she apologized, as she opened the letter.
Sarah walked away from Harry and Ginny so she could read the letter in peace. Ginny could believe that Harry had done something like that. She was furious.
"What the hell?" she mouthed angrily, as Gilderoy Lockhart entered the room.
Gilderoy Lockhart appeared with perfectly coiffed golden hair, bright blue eyes, and dressed in an obnoxiously pink robe. He walked to the center of the room, clapped his hands once, and shouted, "Quickly people! Find your partners! Welcome to the Gilderoy Lockhart Dance Academy. I am Gilderoy Lockhart. All couples get ready to dance!"
Ginny tried to duck out of the room before Lockhart spotted her or before she did something to Harry that would definitely land her in Azkaban. But before she made her escape, Sarah stopped her.
"Dance with Harry," she told Ginny, while folding up the letter.
"I can't!" Ginny exclaimed. But before she could continue to protest, Gilderoy Lockhart came over.
"Is there a problem? We need to get started!" Lockhart started to pull Sarah to the dance floor, but she stopped him.
"Ginny's with him."
"Whatever," Lockhart said, lazily.
"And Ginny," Sarah added, "Watch out for his hand. He hurt it saving some old lady."
"I-I can't do this," moaned Ginny.
Harry was struggling to get out of this situation as well. "Listen, I have a prior engagement."
"That's an interesting choice of words," Ginny remarked, spitefully.
Before either of them could get another word in edgewise, Lockhart flicked his wand and sent Ginny flying into Harry. "I don't want to hear excuses; just dance! Now let's get started. I will observe you." He flicked his wand once more and turned on a magical record player. An Italian tango song permeated through the room.
"Ginny," asked Harry. "Would you like to dance?"
"Don't have much of a choice, do I?" she said bitterly, as they began to dance.
"Old lady, huh?"
"Listen," Harry began, as they moved with the music.
"I should bat-bogey hex you into next week!" hissed Ginny.
"The day you had the accident –"
"That was a lovely day," Ginny spat, sarcastically.
"Yes it was; I was running late."
"How convenient," she stated, while Harry spun her out and then brought her back into his chest.
"I was on my way to meet Sarah and our wedding planner; who coincidentally turned out to be you!" Harry called to Ginny, as she walked away from him.
"Dance!" demanded Gilderoy Lockhart, pushing Ginny back at Harry.
They started up again; back step, front step. "Don't evade the issue," ordered Ginny. "You didn't show up that day because you don't want to get married. I see it all the time."
"You see what?" inquired Harry.
"Why did you tell your fiancé that you saved an old lady? You think you want to get married, but you don't."
Harry spun Ginny under his arm. "You have no idea what you are talking about."
"Oh yeah?" questioned Ginny. "Then why did you go to the movies with me?"
Harry pled on his behalf "Maybe I like the movies, maybe I had nothing to do, and maybe I was invited."
"You think you can trick me? Throw me off your scent; I can smell you!" Ginny said angrily, as they did a grapevine across the floor.
"Yeah, I know you can; I smell like a new Quidditch uniform and lemon drops," he said. Their dancing reflected their arguing; it became brisk and forceful. Both Harry and Ginny put their anger at each other into the dancing.
"What!" Ginny asked, completely confused.
Harry dipped Ginny backwards. "That's what you said to me before you passed out."
Ginny gasped, "I did not!"
"Did too. And don't make it out like you're innocent. Why'd you ask me to dance?"
"I didn't," cried Ginny.
"Yes, you did, you said, 'Harry would you like to dance?'" he smirked.
Ginny growled, as Harry lifted her leg up and bent her backwards. "Even if I did," she argued, "I'm not the one who's engaged."
"It was a dance," Harry sighed. "It didn't mean anything."
Ginny looked Harry straight in the eye. "Then why'd you almost kiss me?" Her voice was not harsh like it had been before, but just above a whisper.
But Ginny's question went unanswered and hung in the air as the song came to a close. Harry just stared at her. He knew that Ginny was hurt, and felt guilty.
Before he could say anything, Gilderoy Lockhart's voice was heard. "These two have it! This couple has got what it takes! They can dance!"
Lockhart continued to compliment Harry and Ginny until Sarah rushed over to them. "We need to talk." She led them both through the other couples and out of the dance studio.
"I think we should get married at a vineyard in France. I just Flooed over to Mum and Dad, and they think it's perfect." Sarah grinned.
"Sounds terrific, Sarah," replied Harry, relieved to be out of that awkward situation. "We should go check it out."
"It's already been taken care of. We're going this weekend," stated Sarah.
"Er…alright. Well, Ginny, it was nice meeting you. We'll tell you what we thought of the –"
"What are you talking about?" interrupted Sarah. "She's coming."
"I'm coming!" gasped Ginny.
"She – she's coming?" asked Harry, dismayed.
Sarah looked at them as if they were crazy. "Of course."
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Ginny spent the rest of the night contemplating on what had happened that day. She didn't know what to do. How could she continue to plan the wedding when she was so upset with Harry?
The next morning, Ginny got up early, got dressed in a white blouse and beige skirt, and went straight to work. Lavender was waiting for her when she walked into her office. Ginny felt terrible. Lavender was so excited to be able to help with Sarah's wedding, but Ginny couldn't do it. She had to tell her that she was quitting. And, as expected, Lavender did not take it very well.
"You cannot quit the Mitchell wedding!"
Ginny shook her head. "I have to tell Laura that I'm off the account."
Ginny started for the door, but Lavender lunged across the room and blocked the exit.
"No, no, no. There is only one real reason to quit a wedding and that's only if you break the cardinal rule. And that's crazy because you and I both know that you did not fall in love with the groom."
As Lavender finished her lecture, Ginny looked up at her guiltily.
"You didn't!" squeaked Lavender, in shock. All Ginny could do was blush. "Bad!" she scolded.
"No! No of course not!" Ginny finally responded. "I never get emotionally involved. Ever!" She took a deep breath, "It's Harry."
Lavender bit her lip, "I'm confused. Is it Harry or do you fancy the groom?"
"No!" moaned Ginny. "Harry is the groom! Harry is Sarah Mitchell's fiancé!"
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At the same time, on a Quidditch pitch near Diagon Alley, Harry and Seamus Finnigan were having a converstion atop their broomsticks.
"So, the girl you went to the movies with is the wedding planner?" Seamus asked, delighted.
"Yes, and I didn't tell you the worst part. The girl I went with, and our wedding planner is Ginny Weasley. I am in so much trouble," Harry moaned.
"No, this is perfect!" Harry gave Seamus a strange look.
"How is it perfect?"
"Now, you can fix me up with her!" He said excitedly.
Seamus threw the Quaffle at Harry. He caught it and looked at Seamus as though he had gone mad. "I am not fixing you up with her. This is complicated enough."
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Lavender continued to plead with Ginny. "You are the top wedding planner in England. You just have to look on the bright side; Harry opened you up to dating again. Thank the Boy-Who-Lived and move on! You cannot tell me that you would sacrifice your entire career over this!"
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"Did you tell Sarah?" asked Seamus.
"No, of course not. She doesn't even realize that Ginny Weasley is part of the same Weasley family that I always talk about," Harry sighed. "She never remembers any of my friends."
"Harry, you don't think it's a mistake to marry Sarah now, do you?"
Harry shook his head. "No, of course not. Sarah's brilliant."
"Yeah," Seamus threw the Quaffle through the goalpost.
Harry hesitated, "But, is she really?"
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"You will do this wedding because you deserve this partnership. You earned it!"
Ginny nodded. "You're right."
"Of course I'm right!" stated Lavender.
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"Harry, the feelings for Ginny you have isn't chemistry; it's nerves. It's only natural."
"You're right, Seamus. It's nerves. It must be nerves. The feelings I have for Sarah are true love. It's not something that can be ruined with one night and one dance. I've known Ginny my whole life. I know that I used to fancy her, but now we're just friends," Harry stated confidently.
"Right," agreed Seamus.
"What was I thinking?"
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"I can do this. I can plan this wedding. I can treat that git like any other groom," Ginny paused. "Despite our past. I'll do it. He-he's nothing and I am a bloody professional!" shouted Ginny, confidently.
A/N: So there's chapter 3! Thanks for the reviews, I really appreciate them! Please read and review!
