Just Trust Me

Sky walked through the hall, the sound of his shoes clicking on the marble floors. Jack was at his side, wearing an elegant dark blue suit with a matching blue tie. Sky nervously buttoned his black jacket. Both of them had dressed in suits to meet with the possible manager.

He had no idea what his name was, or anything about him. All he knew was that he wanted Sky's record, and every other record he would make, if he did make anymore.

"Mr. Reagan and Mr. Dawson are both ready for you." The receptionist immediately pointed them to a pair of wooden, double doors.

Jack opened them, taking a deep breath. Both friends stepped inside, where two men in suits were sitting on either side of a large desk.

"Jack Wilkins." Jack stuck his hand out for both men, who both accepted.

"Sky."

"Nice to finally meet you both, I'm Kyle Dawson and this is Ben Reagan. Now, I understand that Mr. Wilkins here is your temporary manager, correct?" They were both very young, only a year or two older than Sky and Jack.

Sky shrugged. "You could call him that."

"Well, we're going to. Now, we want that album of yours released within the next few weeks. Then we were hoping for a small tour to start things out, get you comfortable on a stage because I've been told you have never performed live."

"No, I have not." Sky shook his head.

"Well, we need to change that." Kyle checked his watch. "We actually have a meeting in a few minutes regarding several details involving your deal. We have to find a choreographer, the best producers, design an album cover and we have to arrange a photo shoot for you. Understand Sky, that we are going to be doing this faster than any other album. This stuff normally takes over six months at the least."

"And we're doing it in less than three weeks." Ben finished for his partner.

"Here's the contract. You can take it home and mull it over for a while, but we need an answer in the morning. Say, nine o'clock?"

Practice wasn't until ten, he could do it. "Sure." He took the file containing the contract and he and Jack said their good-byes before leaving the office with their heads spinning.

***

Ginny pulled on her jeans, sighing. Harry had left nearly an hour ago, going to meet the record label people whose names neither of them knew, and she was getting ready for her dinner at the Burrow.

She really had no idea what was going to happen. Knowing her family, they were bound for any reaction, but she was leaning towards one that involved copious amounts of screaming and crying. Buttoning up her shirt, she turned on the television, wondering if there was something that could entertain her for about an hour until she had to leave.

Harry had, of course, made changes to the manor when he inherited it, placing electricity and muggle appliances in it. There was a television in their bedroom, in the great room, in his studio, in his study and even a few of the other bedrooms had a small one on the wall. He claimed they made him more comfortable.

She flipped through the channels monotonously, not finding anything of interest on. Ginny looked at the clock; she still had half an hour, so she got up, combing her hair and sifting through her jewelry. She put on the silver necklace Harry had given her the day she moved into Potter Manor, and twisted her engagement ring round her finger so the shining diamond wouldn't attract attention.

"Well, maybe this won't be too bad." She said to herself as she apparated to The Burrow.

"Or not." She felt her heart fall when she saw her family gathered in the kitchen, all looking up at her with odd stares.

"Hello, Ginny." Hermione gave her an easy smile; Ginny recognized the warning in her face, meaning her family knew something she didn't want them to know quite yet.

"Ginny, do you and Sky live together?" She was surprised to see Charlie standing by the sink with a cup of coffee.

"Yes, I moved in with him when we got home." Honesty's the best policy, right? She thought to herself.

"You only just met the man and already you're living with him and spending his money as though it's yours to spend!"

Ginny's eyes went wide at her mother's outburst. "I think I am the one who can make the decision of who I choose to be with, not you."

"I am your mother, Ginny, I know what's best for you."

"No, Mum, you don't know everything." She snapped.

"Ginny, we are only trying to take care of you." George told her.

"I understand that, but you have to understand that I am not a little girl anymore. I am twenty years old and more than capable of making these choices on my own."

"I support Ginny."

Everyone turned to see Ron standing beside his sister.

"You do?" Bill asked, confused.

"Yeah, I do. I think she just needs to do this on her own. Plus, there are probably a few details we haven't been filled in on yet." He gave Ginny a furtive grin.

"But, Ginny…" Her mother started.

"No, Mum." Ginny snapped.

She looked around at her family before taking a deep breath. "I just need you to trust me, Mum. Just trust me, and know that I am still the same smart girl you raised to make good decisions."

The entire family seemed to exchange looks before all nodding their heads.

"All right, we will trust you, but we have to meet this Sky guy, and by the way, you don't happen to know what his real name is, do you?" George asked.

Ginny shot him a sharp look and he immediately returned to staring down at the table. The rest of the family seemed to have decided to act like Sky didn't exist, seeing as they all returned to their normal, relaxed selves.

"Dinner's almost ready." Her mum told her, smiling.

Maybe her family could handle not being in every aspect of her life. At least, for now, of course.

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