Cliched

"Ginny, I'm going to let them see Candy whether you like it or not!" Harry yelled when he walked into his old house.

"Yeah, sure, go ahead," Ginny said distractedly, as she was reading the Daily Prophet from the dining room table, waving her hand dismissively.

"I don't care about your insec-what? You're going to let me see her?" asked Harry, who was completely caught off guard.

"Yeah, sure, whatever, hey, look here, the Cannons beat the Wasps, two-ten to twenty," she said, pretending she didn't care about Gabby and Julian seeing Candy, but she was actually fuming inside. But she figured Blaise was right, and she didn't want to look threatened or insecure. Not to mention the look on Harry's face was priceless.

"Um, yeah, that's nice," Harry said confusedly, not looking at the paper. "You're sure, you want to let them see her?"

"Don't be silly, of course they can see Cathy."

"Candy."

"What about her?" Ginny asked absently, turning around to face him. Harry stared unbelievably at her and shook his head.

"Never mind. Kids, I'm here, get your stuff so we can leave!" he yelled, glancing at Ginny one last time before getting his children himself. He came out, moments later, Gabby's hand in one hand, and Julian in the other. "Bye, we're leaving!"

"Love you Mom!" Gabby and Julian shouted before being rushed out the door. Ginny waved from the coffee table. Harry's reaction was all she needed to know she was doing the right thing about the kids seeing that...teenager. Besides, Ginny was waiting for Pansy to prepare for her date with Dennis five hours till the date. They were grown women, preparing was everything. Ginny paced the room seven times chewing on her nails until that fateful knock on the door.

"It's unlocked," Ginny shouted and Pansy ran excitedly to Ginny. "Pans? What is it? Why are you so...jumpy?"

"Because, Gin, it's your first date in...you know, a while!" she said like a frantic little schoolgirl. "Now, let's get your outfit together." Pansy grabbed Ginny's hand and dragged her into her room. She set her onto the bed and looked through Ginny's wardrobe.

Pansy's face changed from excitement to disappointment to horror. "Ginny, these-these clothes, if you can call them that! What is with this? You don't have anything sexy! Look here, you've got...old white t-shirt, sweatpants, another white t-shirt more sweatpants, business...crap! Ew, and what is with this old granny knickers? Gin, we've got to get you new clothes!"

"Pansy, I don't think I can afford..."

"What do you mean, can't afford? Since Harry's gone, you don't have to support him, the kids are with, you haven't been clothes shopping in lord knows how long...please Gin? It'll be fun!"

Ginny deflated. "Okay..."

"Great!"

With a little pop, they Apparated into the fashion streets of Diagon Alley. They roamed throughout the stores, Ginny hesitantly agreeing to Pansy's suggestions every step of the way. Somehow, Pansy convinced her to buy three lacy thong-and-bra combinations, a short, strappy gold dress (Pansy's choice), a short, strappy red dress (Also Pansy's choice), and a black halter dress (Ginny's choice).

"Alright, Ginny-Gin, let's get started on your outfit and make-up," said Pansy, as if calling her troops together. "Which do you want to wear? The Strappy Gold or the Strappy Red?"

"The black one."

"The Strappy Gold it is!" Pansy decided.

"No, Pans, I want the black one," said Ginny.

"But Ginny, that's not the one I chose." Pansy always was a control-freak when it came to Ginny. She wanted to decide everything for her as if she herself was going on the date.

"I don't care, I'm going to wear the black one," said Ginny defiantly. Pansy shook it off as if Ginny hadn't said a word.

"But Ginny..."

"No, Pans, I can choose for myself, we've talked about this before." Pansy looked like a child whose parents refused to buy candy for.

"Fine, black it is. But I want to do your hair!" she said quickly.

"Fine, but only if I agree." Pansy nodded. By the end of their preparation, Ginny looked stunning, and with half an hour to spare. Pansy had set her hair into loose curls that hung around her face. Pansy had also done her makeup, which she did lightly; she made sure not to put so much around the eyes, to accentuate the golden-brown color. The dress clung loosely but snugly to her feminine curves. Pansy suggested a necklace with a large pendant, but Ginny settled on her silver locket and chandelier earrings.

"You look great Gin, and I think this date will turn out fabulously," gushed Pansy.

"Thanks, I think," said Ginny.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Pansy asked, pretending to look offended.

"Well, that's exactly what you said when you took out that ad guy." Pansy smiled as she thought over the memory.

Desperate to widen her search for a man, Pansy looked through the Daily Prophet and received over twenty replies. They sorted them into piles of 'sure,' 'only if desperate,' and 'never in a million years.'

Pansy went out with all seven of the 'sure's' and even a few of the 'only if desperate's.'

"Jesus Christ, they're all filthy liars," Pansy proclaimed after a horrible date with a man who called himself 'huggable,' when in fact he had more body hair than Chewbacca. Ginny had spent the next hour reading descriptions in the ads as Pansy translated what they really meant.

"Distinguished."

"That means fat, grey, and balding."

"Educated."

"Means he'll speak to you like you're a moron."

"Friendship first."

"As long as it involves nudity."

"Here's a common one, professional."

"Meh, it only means he owns a suit."

"Free spirit."

"He shags around."

"Honest."

"Pathological liar."

Ginny checked her watch. "Better get going."

"Tell me how it went!"

Author Notes: Thanks to my lovely readers and to the few who reviewed. Thanks for sticking with me. Yeah, it's kinda weird right now, but it'll get better, scouts promise. PLEEEEEEASE Review!