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Ginny opened her cookie shop, Tasty Treats, a little late that day. Colin had to walk her down there because she was still a little woozy, even after her three cups of tea and at least four cups of orange juice. The little bell on the door jingled as they walked in.
Colin went behind the counter with Ginny and hung up his jacket on one of the coat hangers. He looked around the clean kitchen. "Do you need any help today?"
Ginny sighed and got out big bowls of cookie dough out of the refrigerator. "Yeah, that would be lovely considering how far behind I am."
Colin nodded and got some cookies sheets out of a cabinet. He'd helped Ginny in her little shop many times before, that's what best friends did. "I was thinking about what you said earlier…" Ginny started.
"What thing that I said?" asked Colin, scooping out dough and placing it on the pan.
"About how I was acting like I was the one left standing at the altar."
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Have you seen Harry since I called the wedding off?" She asked, "What is he like?"
Colin sniffed, "I've seen him." Ginny motioned for him to continue. "He's doing okay, better than expected I guess." He watched Ginny; she nodded dispassionately, grabbing a bag of flour out of her pantry. "Why?"
"You just made me curious, that's all," she measured the amount and dumped it in a big mixing bowl.
The Wiz-Phone rang and Ginny jumped up to answer it. "Hello?"
"Hello, this is Pansy Parkinson with Dragon Brooms. We're having a meeting on Friday that we need snack catering for. Are you up for it?"
"Snack catering? On Friday?" Ginny asked in disbelief, Dragon Brooms wanted her to cater? They were the top quidditch broom company in the world. She swallowed.
"Yes," snapped Pansy. "Can you do it or not?"
"I can," Ginny answered quickly. "What kind of snacks do you need? We do have other things besides cookies: sandwiches, cakes, breads, almost anything." Ginny picked up her wand and summoned a quill and pad.
"Sandwiches, tarts, cakes, breads, cookies, brownies, pastries, whatever," Pansy said lazily. "Go all out, we're going to be paying big bucks, there are a lot of influential people that are going to be sitting in on that meeting, so please, provide all of the best."
Ginny blinked, "How many people are going to be in the meeting?"
"About 40, maybe a little less, depending on who's going to show up."
"What time do you need all the food there?" Ginny scribbled the number of people on her pad.
"Around four, tea time," Pansy answered.
"All right, Friday at four, all my best for forty," Ginny repeated to her.
"Yes, that's right, do a good job, Weasley," Pansy said curtly and hung up.
Ginny turned around and looked at Colin with wide eyes. He furrowed his eyebrows and set down the spoon that he was holding, "What?" he asked.
"I'm going to be catering for Dragon Brooms on Friday. Can you believe it?" Ginny asked. "They have got to be the biggest broom company out there. They're the ones that crafted the Storm."
Colin's eyes got really wide and his mouth made an 'o' shape. "No way," Ginny nodded. "Oh, my fucking gods," he shook his head. "Think of the publicity."
"I know!" Ginny said excitedly. "And she said that they were going to be paying me big bucks. Can you believe it? --For my measly food? I don't know why they didn't order catering from the Candelabra; everyone knows they've got the best food in all of England."
Colin rolled his eyes at her, "You've got the best food; your shop is just so small that not many people take notice of it."
"Well," said Ginny. "It's not like I can afford a bigger one, especially not with what I'm making now, it's hardly enough to pay my rent on my flat and the rent for this building." She sighed, "Maybe this job will help me out some."
"You know it will, it's Dragon fucking Brooms," Colin said waving his arms around.
"Colin," Ginny said smiling. "Quit saying that."
"What? Fuck?" He asked innocently. She rolled her eyes at him and went back to making her dough.
~*~
Ginny cranked up her radio as soon as she got home and was belting out silly love songs along with the Weird Sisters. She was bopping around her flat, picking up all the mess that she had made the day before, minus the liquor bottles that Colin had very kindly picked up for her.
There was a knock on her door. She turned the radio down and went to answer it. It was Harry. "Well," she said looking at him a bit curiously. "What can I help you with? Do you want to come in?"
"Sure," he said and stepped in; taking in the trash can full of bottles. "Have you been okay?"
"I think I should be the one to ask you if you're okay," Ginny said walking into the kitchen and putting a kettle on to boil for tea. "I was the one that called off the wedding." She looked at him, "You aren't too upset about that are you?"
"I think it was mostly the fact that I wasn't expecting it. It's okay now," he sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. "I guess it wouldn't have worked out anyways." He grinned, "I think Rita Skeeter would have even more of field day if I got a divorce, well, more of one than she got with you just calling off the wedding."
"No hard feelings?" Ginny asked, frowning at him slightly. "I think by the time that I called it off that we both knew it wouldn't work out."
Harry shrugged, "No hard feelings. But that isn't what I came here for." He swallowed and looked at her, "I came about my mum's bracelet; I think you still have it." Ginny looked at him, a faint smile on her lips. "Do you think maybe I could have it back?"
"Gods Harry," Ginny said a bit indignantly, "I should think so, I wouldn't want to take your mother's bracelet from you."
Harry blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. "It's not that…it's just…"
She smiled and patted his arm, "I know, I know, it's okay, I really wouldn't want to keep it from you. I know how much it means to you." She led him back to her room and started searching through her jewelry box.
"Thanks, Gin," he said, sitting on her rumpled bed. "I'm really sorry that it didn't work out…I really thought it would."
Ginny sighed, "I said don't worry about it. I'm becoming a bit worried that you aren't angry with me. All those articles and such, especially that one in Witch Weekly, did you see it? It was horrible."
The corner of his mouth quirked, "Those things have been written about me all my life. I've sort of gotten used to them."
"Oh," said Ginny. "I supposed you would have." She pulled Lily's bracelet out of her jewelry box and handed it to Harry. "Here you go, good as new."
"Thanks," Harry said, standing up. "Well, I should be going now…."
"You sure you don't want to stay for tea?" Ginny asked, leading him back into the living room.
"I'm afraid I can't," he gave her a small smile. "I have a date."
Ginny's eyebrows shot up, "Oh really? With who? Oh, tell me, tell me, tell me!" she demanded making him sit on the couch and scurrying off into the kitchen, returning with two cups of tea. "You have to. I promise that as soon as you tell me I'll let you go, really."
Harry blushed, "Well, it's not really that much of a date…"
"Ugh! Harry Potter, don't be getting all modest on me now!" Ginny said grinning and taking a sip of her tea. "Yeow!!!" She bolted up off of the couch, managing to spill hot tea all down her front. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth and she was trying, unsuccessfully, to fan both it and her drenched front. Harry was laughing so hard that he was doubled over. "Harry! Help me!" she said hopping around and fanning herself.
"Sorry," he choked out. He pulled out his wand and murmured a drying spell.
"Gods," she said, her voice slightly altered by the fact that her tongue was sticking out of her mouth in a weird sort of angle. "I think I've lost all of my taste buds and I might have burns!" she sat back down on her couch.
Harry grinned, "Well, I think I should be going now. I'll let you nurse that tongue of yours." He stood up.
She waggled her eyebrows at him, "Sure you don't want to help?"
Harry laughed, "See you later, Ginny."
"Yes, well, alright," she said. "I guess I'll just have to call Colin over here to help me." Harry gave her one last smile before he walked out of the door.
"Damn!" she pounded her fist against the couch cushions. "I don't know who he's going on that date with." She leapt off of the couch and scrambled to the door, her feet sliding on the wooden floor. She flung the door open, but he was already gone. "Damn, damn, damn."
She slammed the door and picked up her phone. "Yes, Colin," she said into it.
Colin suppressed a laugh, "What's wrong with your tongue?"
"Oh shut it," she growled, only the effect was ruined due to her disabled tongue, smiling. "Can you come over here? Please?"
"I guess I could," Colin apparated into her living room, still holding his phone to his ear, grinning at her.
"You're stupid," she said.
"You sound funny," he said chuckling.
She grinned, "Wanna fix it? My tongue needs some nursing?" She waggled her eyebrows again.
Colin just laughed at her. "You're crazy right? I'm not nursing your tongue."
"Fine then, be that way. See if I ever nurse yours," Ginny said glaring at him; yet again the effect was ruined because her tongue was still sticking out of her mouth.
By now, Colin was rolling on the floor laughing. She kicked him in his side and went to shut herself and her disabled tongue in her room.
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