A LOT of Dialogue from the movie Simply Irresistible is used in this chapter.
Chapter Three:
Switzerland Scandals and Street Markets
Ron belched loudly as he rubbed his stomach back and forth in contentment.
"Ronald Weasley!" Molly scolded, slapping him in the back of the head.
Ron dodged on late reflexes. "What? Compliments to the chef," he scowled and then smiled raising his half empty wine glass up towards Ginny, "Nice job sis!"
Ginny grinned widely, her cheeks puffed because they were filled with wine. "Thanks," she gargled out.
Ginny sighed contentedly as she watched the sun set. The beautiful pinks and oranges meshing together in the distance of the dark blue sky was breath taking. She'd done it. Each and every table only hours ago had been filled with people devouring her food and then as the food disappeared so did the guests, some going off to see cabaret shows, others to the casino. Ginny noticed however, that every one of them, even Pansy Parkinson had taken the time to compliment her on her 'exquisite talent'.
Dumbledore had gone as far as offering her a job as a chef in the school, of course however she knew he was kidding. The house elves needed something constructive to do.
"I hate deep conversations! They're so…meaningful and serious," George frowned looking over Ginny's shoulder.
Ginny lifted an eyebrow at her brother. "Hence 'deep'."
"Lets not talk about 'deep' right now," Ron muttered glancing at his girlfriend of two years, Lana Wrigley.
Ginny turned around and frowned as she saw Harry and Hermione huddled in a far dark corner of the hotel.
"I hope everything's all right," Lana nudged Ron waiting for his answer.
Ron rubbed his side and turned his attention to her. "Lana, I'm sure everything's fine. They're just talking."
"Deeply," George grunted.
Ron rolled his eyes and leaned over to capture a quick kiss from Lana. Her blue eyes twinkled up at his and a deep blush crept up her cheeks and a stray piece of blonde hair dropped into her face.
*I hope everything's okay, * Ginny thought to herself.
~*~
"Out of all the time you had, you picked today to do this?" Harry asked as he tried to look Hermione in the eyes.
"I-"
Harry lifted up his hand. "Wait, I'm not finished. Maybe it wouldn't have worked out between Cho and I…actually I know it wouldn't have, but I thought you had more respect for her than that, I thought you had more respect for me than that."
"I didn't mean to be disrespectful," Hermione sniffled, her head bowed with shame and a tear splashed onto the curve of her thumb and index finger.
Harry threw his head back in slight frustration and ran a hand through his untamed hair. "You know-I know you didn't, but you were. It was like you had no feelings what so ever for either of us. Cho may have been the wrong choice, but the point is we loved each other…to some level. We weren't IN love, but there was still something. It's obvious, that since I responded that it isn't entirely your fault…and fault should be spread equally. Hermione, you stopped me from making a mistake, but I guess that's what you're good at, always being the levelheaded one, the one there to pull Ron or me or both out of something, to save us from our mistakes. The only problem this time is I wasn't ready to admit that what I was doing was a mistake. I know I wanted to be with Cho, but you kissed me and I felt…I-I think you better leave," he spoke softly almost as if he were in pain as he spoke the words, but Hermione could tell he was dead serious.
She jerked her watery gaze up to him, her bottom lip trembling as she searched his eyes. "Harry, I am so sorry," Hermione sobbed softly.
Harry bowed his head and glanced at his fiddling fingers. "Yeah, me too."
"I-I'm sorry," she cried and ran toward the exit of the hotel. Harry made no move to stop her.
~*~
"Poor 'Mione," Ron whispered his eyes glued to the retreating girl as she ran across the sand, into the grass, and then onto the parking lot of the hotel.
"I knew she shouldn't have waited so long to tell him," Ginny whispered and then her eyes shifted as a silhouette embraced by the sun filled her vision. Lifting an eyebrow she grinned with an evil glint in her eyes. "I don't believe it."
Ron popped a piece of Ginny's homemade fudge into his mouth and spoke around it. "Believe what?"
"Colin's back," George sighed as he watched his sister start to slowly walk towards him and then break into a dead run.
"I still can't believe he's gay. He is so cute," Lana mumbled beneath her breath, her gaze taking pleasure in the view he presented.
Ron turned his head, a disapproving frown covering his face. "What was that?"
Lana shook her head quickly and turned to him. "Oh, don't worry baby, just looking at you makes me want to co-"
"Colin's back," Molly cried in happiness.
"HELLO Mrs. Weasley!" Lana practically screamed with embarrassment, her cheeks starting to redden.
Molly smiled gently at Lana. "I heard what you said love. Don't be embarrassed, I know my Ron is a handsome lad."
Ron choked on his wine, his eyes widening in shock at his mother. He then turned his shockingly startled blue eyes towards his girlfriend and his surprised expression was quickly replaced with one of amusement as he watched her face flush red.
"He's still annoying as hell. I still say he's got the hots for Harry, always chasing him around with that camera."
"Oh leave him alone. He's lightened up a lot," Molly scolded Ron.
~*~
"I'm so glad you're here," Ginny screamed as she leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around him tightly.
Colin grunted and fell back a step as he balanced Ginny's full weight on him. "Hello Ginny, I missed you too. I need some food."
Ginny pulled back and glared. "After all this time and that's the second thing you say to me!"
Colin pouted and dropped his forehead to hers. "You know I only hang around you for your delectable food and the fact that your brother is best friends with Harry Potter."
Ginny punched him, awkwardly, but she still managed to get him good. He whipped her around and pranced out of the white swinging doors of the hotel, heading for the parking lot.
"I saw 'Mione rush out…crying up a storm she was. So I hogtied her into the front seat. We need to go have some fun and catch up on things. I've got some great pictures. I could make a whole portfolio with the great shots I got. I figured I can eat later. We need to drown our troubles."
"What kind of troubles do you and I have?"
Colin bowed his head and dropped Ginny to her feet. "I met someone in Switzerland…turns out he just wanted to 'experiment' and said it just wasn't his 'thing'. Well you-just being you is trouble enough."
She smacked him in the chest. "Hey! Watch it!" Ginny then frowned and lifted up her hand to cup the side of his face. "Colin, I'm sorry."
He smiled tenderly and placed his hand over hers. "Don't be."
"I can tell you liked him." Ginny patted his cheek and dropped her hand.
Colin curled his lips and shook his head confirming what Ginny said. "I did actually, but then I found out he didn't like fudge and hated cameras."
Ginny gasped and jerked her hand to her mouth. "No!"
Colin sighed and his eyes widened in a 'oh yeah' way. He yanked Ginny's hand into his and started pulling her towards his car. "I know. That was when I gave him the boot."
"I thought he gave you the boot?"
"Look at me, do you think someone would give me the boot?" Colin smirked lifting his arms in the air and glancing down at himself.
Ginny shrugged and walked to the passenger side. "I did."
Colin, who'd gotten to the drivers' side, his hand on the handle, swallowed at that and bowed his head, "you had to bring that up," he said softly, his twinkling eyes dulling.
Ginny bit her lower lip, silently cursing herself. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. It's not your fault you broke my heart."
"Colin! Technically, you're the one who told me you liked men." Ginny glared.
"Don't worry, I'm over you. It's not your fault you turned me gay love! I knew that I would never find a woman that could live up to what you meant to me, so I went to men…and let me tell you-" Colin wiggled his eyebrows, his face grinning in amusement.
Ginny frowned, her forehead crinkling in a thinking manner. "You're the second guy I've done that too, well technically you were the first. Wait a minute…I did not make you turn gay! Or Brian for that matter, it just kind of happened-to the only guys I'd been serious about," Ginny pouted at the last part.
Colin threw his head back in a shout of laughter.
~*~
"God, you guys are like the Will and Grace of the Wizarding World," Hermione commented in a slightly slurred voice.
She lifted the alcoholic beverage to her lips and then pulled it away frowning at the empty glass. "HEY! Bring me another!" she yelled at the bartender. "Who is that singing? They're awful! Get off the stage."
Ginny choked slightly and shook her head at Colin. "She is so smashed! And…who are Will and Grace?"
"Gay guy, straight girl, used to go out, broke up and yet the best of friends-so much of a friendship that people sometimes mistake them for lovers and when they check to see they laugh so hard that they pee themselves, not that they actually did that in the series, at least I don't think, I didn't watch it that closely. I do remember you and Colin peeing a few times though," Hermione informed grinning, yet looking slightly confused. "I'll buy you guys the seasons and you can see what I mean."
"Right then," Colin smacked his thighs and grinned, shaking his head as he watched Hermione wobble back to the table. "How are the deliciously sweet Harry and his wife Cho?"
Hermione scowled and shook her finger at Colin. "Bad, bad you!"
Silence.
"Um-they didn't go through with it Colin," Ginny said softly. "Hermione wanted to give him one kiss before he was really off limits to her. Cho walked in, stormed off, Harry ran after her, they talked; Harry realized he loved Hermione and called it off, or he will eventually realize he loves 'Mione. Cho was upset, but understood."
Colin's blue eyes lit. "Bloody hell Gin! Why didn't you tell me? If only I'd been there…this would have been big for my upcoming article!"
Ginny pouted giving him the puppy dog look. "I wanted to hear of Switzerland and the yummy guys you had!"
~*~ A week later…
"Ginny, pick up the pace. We have a schedule to meet," Giselle snipped out quickly speed walking down the chain of outside food markets that lined the streets of England. Each area with its own type of food decorated neatly, crowded with different assortments of people.
Ginny trailed slowly behind, taking in a deep breath of the wonderful smell of the beginning of autumn. She hummed softly to herself, shutting her eyes as the wonderful gentle breeze swept across her face.
Giselle flipped around and growled. Stomping angrily towards her she grabbed Ginny's arm and pulled, causing Ginny to lurch forward.
Ginny gasped suddenly as she saw a dark cloaked figure floating in the middle of the street. Ginny blinked and rubbed her eyes looking again to see red eyes inside of the hood. What was odd was that there was no outline of a body, just that of the cloak.
Giselle however mistook Ginny's gasp. "Oh get off it! I didn't pull you that hard!"
"Giselle look! No broom or strings…" Ginny cried out pointing behind her.
"Not that a broom would make someone fly in the first place," Giselle snorted.
Ginny paused, remembering that she'd never told Giselle of her lineage and she remembered it for the better that she hadn't told her. Giselle is very strict with her beliefs, and now Ginny needed to figure out how to explain what she'd just said…damnit all!
"Right, but look."
~Nice Ginny, nice!
~*~
Draco looked in disbelief as he saw the sign they had been looking for all day. It was the floating black cloak holding the shape of a man…the sign that HIS bride has been chosen.
"He chose her?!?" Blaise gasped out gesturing wildly in disbelief. "Holy-"
Lucius frowned as he watched the youngest red headed Weasley quickly walk up to the cloak and swipe her hand underneath the bottom repeatedly back and forth as if to check for legs. "What is she doing?"
"She's being retarded. I have to spend my day and nights watching over that!" Draco said through clenched teeth, vividly showing his distaste for the situation.
Lucius growled and replied back in the same manner. "You will watch your mouth boy."
"I'm not doing it," Draco snapped at his father. "Why out of every full-blooded witch in this world would he choose a Weasley? This is outrageous! They are muggle-loving poor as dirt pieces of-" he stopped as he saw the floating hood of the cloak flip towards his direction.
He'd gone too far---HE had really and truly made his decision. Draco threw his hands up and nodded his head.
"Alright, I'm sorry. I'll do my job and watch over the muggle lover," Draco growled, knowing full well HE could hear him.
He cringed as he felt a burning sensation on his arm.
"No," Draco said as if he was having a conversation with someone other than Lucius and Blaise. "I will call her what I want. Stupid piece of crap that IT is Its getting off light…fine I'll keep it to only two. Yes-mudblood lover and weasel."
Lucius snorted. "You are lucky he thinks of you as his own son. If you'd been anyone else Voldemort would have made your head explode," he shook his head and then turned his eyes back to the girl. "She's leaving-follow her!" he snapped immediately as she walked around the cloak in an odd manner, never taking her eyes off of it, and then began walking with her girl friend. "I'll never understand why our master talks into your head and no one else," he mumbled.
She turned to look back at the cloak, which had turned it's front towards her. She lifted her eyebrow up and then suddenly wild red hair flipped through the air as she tripped over the curb of the sidewalk.
Draco rolled his eyes as he watched the girl fall on her hands and knees. He shook his head. "Oh bloody hell!"
"GINNY," the girl with her screamed. "Would you watch where you're going? I swear with you running into walls, tripping over something that is nonexistence you're going to give yourself a damn concussion."
The girl pulled herself up, dusting her fanny and straightening her shirt. "Hello! The curb exists."
Draco glared. "This is going to be one hell of a couple of months," he growled out as he began walking towards her, the wind whipping through his gelled hair.
~*~
"I loved it how you swept your hand underneath that floating cloak like 'Miss Honey', in 'Matilda'. If we weren't in such a rush I think I might have allowed myself to laugh," Giselle commented as Ginny situated her rumbled clothing and began walking down the street markets."
Ginny snorted as she lifted up a melon and thumped it too see its ripeness. "I'm glad you got some humor out of that. I swear my face turned as red as a tomato. So embarrassing."
"We need Mangos, Kiwis, Bananas, Honeydew, Grapes, Peaches, and Peach filling," Giselle listed. "I need to go and get the ingredients for the pasta. Lets meet back at Ciel De Vanille at about three o'clock."
"Fruit Salad a la yum!" Ginny grinned as she walked in the opposite direction in which Giselle was going.
"Hey, hey Ginny, heads up," a familiar man's voice called.
Ginny glanced up just in time to catch the piece of round reddish orange fruit flying towards her. She caught it with ease and lifted the juicy fruit up to her lips, biting down. The Mango juice dripped down the side of her mouth. Ginny moaned in pleasure as the sweet taste burst into her mouth.
"Thanks Bran…good Mango's today," Ginny smiled. "We'll take three crates of those-fruit salad ingredients-the usual."
Ginny walked across the street towards the portabella mushroom stand.
"Here you go sweetie," Ellen smiled at her as she handed Ginny her usual order of portabella mushrooms.
"Thanks," Ginny grinned.
Ellen swiped a hand through her graying hair, her blue eyes twinkling. "What's on the menu for today?"
"Cheese filled regular and spinach pasta with a creamy mushroom Alfredo sauce, Raspberry vinegar salad, and desert has a three choice bit-our famous fruit salad, Autumn Flower cake, or Deluxe Pettit Fours."
Ellen frowned. "Autumn Flower cake? Deluxe Pettit Fours? Explain please."
Ginny grinned and jumped up and down clapping her hands. "I knew you would ask. The Autumn Flower cake is to die for! Black raspberry liqueur flavored chocolate cake filled with a special chocolate ganache artfully combined beneath thin layers of chocolate forming a flower of mouth watering chocolaty goodness. Deluxe Pettit Fours are wonderful, but small, very convenient for an on the run person. You get six of them on a plate neatly decorated with a perfect swirled design of caramel and chocolate. This desert is for a person with an extremely huge sweet tooth. They are scrumptious little tri-colored marzipan layers that are filled with fresh raspberry and truffles and enrobed in six assorted flavored chocolates."
"Well, you've gone and done it. Bringing in the pack now," Ellen nodded her eyes wide so as to explain the seriousness of what she said.
"I'll be looking forward to seeing your family today. Haven't seen them for ages," Ginny smiled, "Well, I better scoot Bran probably has the crates ready for me!"
Ginny turned around swiftly and gasped as she almost tripped over a man sitting next to a huge basket of crabs. "Oh, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you or anything," she apologized as she looked behind her to see if anyone had noticed her stumble.
"Oh good," the middle-aged man sighed in relief, "you've spotted him."
Ginny turn to each side briefly and then gave the man a questioning look. "Who?" She stopped and stared at him. "I don't remember seeing you here before. Are you always here?"
"Only when absolutely necessary, it's a long trip. These are for you" he smiled up at her.
Ginny glanced down at the basket full of crabs and frowned. "No thank you, Crabs not on the agenda for the whole month."
Ginny gave one last nod and then turned around only to walk a few feet and once again bump into the man. She frowned. "Weren't you just over there?" she pointed behind her confused.
"Always remember Ginny, that a wind from one door closing always opens another."
"What did you say?" she asked suspiciously. "My grandmother always used to say that."
"Your grandmother wants you to start living up to your potential."
"You knew my grandmother?" Ginny asked smiling.
"Yes, talk to her all the time."
Ginny frowned. "My grandmother's dead."
"$59.00 is your total," the man said as he stood up and ran his right hand through his hair, making the receding hairline more noticeable.
Ginny sighed heavily. She didn't want them, but it looked like she really had no choice.
"Hmm," the man hummed and began looking around, "oh, don't let that one get away!"
Ginny turned swiftly at the direction in which the man pointed. She spotted the little critter crawling under a poorly decorated table with a yellow linen cloth underneath the trinkets. She jogged over to the table and bent down, going under it.
~What am I doing? This is ridiculous. I didn't even want the damn things.
"Gotcha!" she yelled triumphantly as she reach out to grab it. Only instead of feeling a small cold-shelled body she felt a pair of extremely soft pants. "Oh no," she said in distress and glanced up to see that the pants were black.
She crawled out from under the table and glanced up.
Oi! Wasn't it just her luck? Why did it have to be Draco Malfoy?
"Hi!" she spoke nervously still on her hands and knees. "I'm sorry, but something is about to crawl up your pants."
"What?" he snapped.
Ginny sighed and stood up. "I'm sorry. I was just trying to save you from my crab."
Draco frowned down at her.
A snap followed by a loud shout made Ginny flinch. The crab had pinched. "I'm sorry."
"Yes, you said that. Hmm, I believe this is yours," Draco said handing her the crab.
"Thanks."
His eyes lifted with curiousness. "What are you making with that?"
Ginny lifted an eyebrow and stared for about two seconds.
"Staring is rude you know," he growled at her.
She averted her eyes quickly, looking around for something.
"What. Are. You. Going. To. Make. With. It?" Draco said slowly.
She glanced up and said the first thing she saw, which was cab sign advertising. "Oh-ah something-Napoleonic…Crab-Crab Napoleon."
Draco lifted an eyebrow. "Ah," was simply all he said and then walked away his back straight up, his hands behind him.
"That was interesting," she said pausing in her position as if she was in too much of a daze to move. She quickly shook her head and grunted. "I have a time limit here…hustle up Weasley!"
To Be Continued…
Ciel De Vanille ~ Translation is Vanilla Heaven. It's Giselle and Ginny's restaurant and catering business.
Dialogue from the movie Simply Irresistible:
Starts from here:
"Oh good," the middle-aged man sighed in relief, "you've spotted him."
Ends here:
"Napoleonic…Crab-Crab Napoleon."
Of course some of it isn't word for word, because I needed to change situations in it, but you get the picture.