Harry and Ginny Go to the Yule Ball
(In the Book) Entering the common room, Harry looked around, and to his surprise he saw Ron sitting ashen-faced in a corner. Ginny was sitting with him, talking to him in what seemed to be a low, soothing voice.
'What's up, Ron?' said Harry, joining them.
Ron looked up at Harry, a sort of blind horror in his face.
'Why did I do it?' he said wildly. 'I don't know what made me do it!'
'What?' said Harry.
'He – er – just asked Fleur Delacour to go to the ball with him,' said Ginny. She looked as though she was fighting back a smile, but she kept patting Ron's arm sympathetically.
'You what?' said Harry.
'I don't know what made me do it!' Ron gasped again. 'What was I playing at? There were people – all around – I've gone mad – everyone watching! I was just walking past her in the Entrance Hall – she was standing there talking to Diggory – and it sort of came over me – and I asked her!'
Ron moaned and put his face in his hands. He kept talking, though the words were barely distinguishable. 'She looked at me like I was a sea slug or something. Didn't even wait for an answer. And then - I dunno – I just sort of came to my senses and ran for it.'
'She's part Veela,' said Harry. 'You were right – her grandmother was one. It wasn't your fault, I bet you just walked past when she was turning on the old charm for Diggory and got a blast of it – but she was wasting her time. He's going with Cho Chang.'
Ron looked up.
'I asked her to go with me just now,' Harry said dully, 'and she told me.'
Ginny had suddenly stopped smiling.
'This is mad,' said Ron, 'we're the only ones left who haven't got anyone – well, except Neville. Hey – guess who he asked? Hermione!'
'What?' said Harry, completely distracted by this startling news.
'Yeah, I know!' said Ron, some of the color coming back into his face as he started to laugh. 'He told me after Potions! Said she's always been really nice, helping him out with work and stuff – but she told him she was already going with someone. Ha! As if! She just didn't want to go with Neville… I mean, who would?'
'Don't!' said Ginny, annoyed. 'Don't laugh – '
Just then Hermione climbed through the portrait hole.
'Why weren't you two at dinner?' she said, coming over to them.
'Because – oh, shut up laughing, you two – because they've both just been turned down by girls they asked to the ball!' said Ginny.
That shut Harry and Ron up.
'Thanks a bunch, Ginny,' said Ron sourly.
'All the good-looking ones taken, Ron?' said Hermione loftily, 'Eloise Midgen starting to look quite pretty now, is she? Well, I'm sure you'll find someone somewhere who'll have you.'
But Ron was staring at Hermione as though seeing her in a whole new light. 'Hermione, Neville's right – you are a girl…'
'Oh, well spotted,' she said acidly.
'Well – you can come with one of us!'
'No, I can't,' snapped Hermione.
'Oh, come on,' he said impatiently, 'we need partners, we're going to look really stupid if we haven't got any, everyone else has…'
'I can't come with you,' said Hermione, now blushing, 'because I'm already going with someone.'
'No, you're not!' said Ron. 'You just said that to get rid of Neville!'
'Oh, did I?' said Hermione, and her eyes flashed dangerously. 'Just because it's taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn't mean no one else has spotted I'm a girl!'
Ron stared at her. Then he grinned again.
'OK, OK, we know you're a girl,' he said. 'That do? Will you come now?'
'I've told you!' Hermione said, very angrily. 'I'm already going with someone else!'
And she stormed off angrily towards the girls' dormitories again.
'She's lying,' said Ron flatly, watching her go.
'She's not,' said Ginny quietly.
'Who is it then?' said Ron sharply.
'I'm not telling you, it's her business,' said Ginny.
'Right,' said Ron, who looked extremely put out, 'this is getting stupid. Ginny, you can go with Harry, and I'll just (my writing starts now) have to keep looking for someone. Hey! There's Parvati and Lavender! Maybe one of them will go with me!' And he ran off towards them, leaving Harry and Ginny sitting by them selves.
'So… Do you want to go with me, then? To the Yule Ball?' Harry asked nervously. Ginny looked extremely happy.
'Alright then,' she replied. Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
'Thanks, Ginny. I know you probably don't want to, but thanks for saying yes.' He leaned over and gave her a swift kiss on the cheek. Surprised by his actions and hoping Ron didn't see, he blushed, looking anywhere but at the girl in front of him.
'No problem,' said Ginny, her face the color of her fiery hair. Harry then stood up and began to walk towards the staircase to the boys' dormitory. Halfway there, he stopped.
'Hey Gin? Do you know how to dance?' he asked, turning around to face her once more.
Ginny blushed slightly at the nickname but replied. 'Yeah. Mum taught me a few years ago when we went to this thing for Dad's work, why?' She said, looking puzzled.
'Could you teach me?' Harry said awkwardly. Ginny smiled at Harry and nodded her head. 'Meet me in the Charms classroom after dinner tomorrow and we'll start.'
'Thanks again,' said Harry before beginning the climb to his dormitory.
'What are you so happy about?' Ron had just come back from talking to Parvati and Lavender.
'Nothing,' Ginny replied, avoiding the subject. 'So, do you have a date yet or does no one want you as a partner?' she said, staring up into the face of her brother.
'Yeah, I'm taking Parvati.' He didn't look very happy when he said it. 'Hey, does Hermione really have a date?'
'Yes, and to answer your next question, no, I'm not telling you who it is. Like I said before, it's her business.' And with that, she stood up and ascended the stairs to her dormitory, Ron calling after her, 'Come on! I won't tell her you told me!' Shaking her head, Ginny ignored her brother and continued up the stairs.
The following day after dinner, Harry was waiting in the Charms classroom for Ginny to show up. He was a bit early and kept checking his watch, wondering when she was coming or if she was just having him on and wasn't really going to show up at all. A few minutes later, the door opened and Ginny walked in.
'Hey, Harry. Are you ready?'
'I suppose so. What do I do first.' Ginny strolled over to where he was standing on the other side of the room and came to a halt in front of him. She looked into his face and smiled, a tad nervously, before taking his hands in hers.
'First, you place your hands here and here,' she said, placing one hand on her waist and the other in her hand, both blushing slightly. They smiled at each other for a moment, and then Ginny spoke again.
'Now for some music.' She pulled her wand from her pocket with her free hand and levitated an old phonograph from behind the desk. Harry looked at her quizzically, wondering why Professor Flitwick would have that in his classroom.
'I asked him if we could use the classroom today after lunch and if he could leave this for us to practice,' she answered his unasked question.
'And now, Mr. Potter, it is time to dance.' Ginny flicked her wand and the sound of a slow waltz began to float softly through the room.
'Ok,' Ginny began, placing her wand back in her pocket and her hand on Harry's shoulder, 'you have to steer me after but since you don't know how, I'm going to show you. Take your right foot and step forward… Good. Now the left.' And so it began.
It was slow work. Harry was not the most talented dancer but he wanted to learn and tried the best he could.
'Ow!' Ginny exclaimed as Harry trod on her foot for about the twenty-fifth time that evening.
'Sorry.' Harry repeated again, sheepishly.
'It's all right. I have some Essence of Murtlap in my dorm that I can soak my feet in later. It gets rid of the pain. And that was your best time yet! You went for three minutes without stepping on me that time!' she grinned up at him. Behind his head, Ginny glanced at the clock and her eyes widened in surprise.
'What is it?' Harry asked.
'It's 11 o'clock! We've been dancing for over four hours!' Harry's eyes popped.
'Are you sure?' He said, looking at the clock himself.
'Yes I'm sure!'
'Sorry, Gin. It just felt like hardly any time at all. I thought I was learning quickly.' She laughed at him.
'Well we had better get going, it is after curfew. I hope we don't get caught on the way back.' Ginny said, putting the phonograph away, though not seeming very concerned about the rules they were breaking.
'Well I shouldn't be surprised' Harry thought, 'she is Fred and George's sister after all.'
'Sorry, I just slipped out for a moment that's all.' Ginny giggled at him, walking to the door. She opened it a crack and peered out.
'The coast is –' Ginny paused as she turned around. 'Is that what I think it is?' she asked, amazed at what Harry was holding.
'An invisibility cloak? Yeah. I got in from Dumbledore for Christmas in first year. It was my dad's.' Harry didn't know why he was sharing this information with Ginny. After all, he only ever told Ron and Hermione about it. But after spending the time he did with Ginny, he instantly trusted her, he just couldn't figure out why. And as she came over to examine the cloak, Harry pulled out another secret item, the Marauder's map.
Ginny looked at it with shock on her face as Harry whispered, 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,' and the map came to life before her eyes.
'A map of Hogwarts. It shows everyone in the castle as little dots. See, here we are. My dad and his friends made it when they were at school. Fred and George nicked it from Filch's office during their first year. They gave it to me in my third. We won't get caught with these.'
'I should say not,' Ginny replied, smiling.
'Shall we?' Ginny giggled again as Harry lifted the cloak and both of them disappeared underneath it. By using the map and cloak, they made it back to Gryffindor tower without any trouble. After stepping through the portrait hole, they took off the cloak.
'Well, I think we should be going to bed,' Ginny said.
'Yeah, we should. But we can have another dance lesson, right? I need the practice.' Harry said hopefully, also using it as an excuse to spend more time with Ginny. She smirked at him.
'The Great Harry Potter wants more dance lessons? I'm surprise you wanted the first one. When Ron and I learned to dance, he hated it, complained for hours. This is new for me, a guy wanting to learn how to dance.' She said, her eyebrows slightly raised.
'Yeah, well, I don't want to make a fool of myself in front of the whole school. Plus,' he added, leaning in closer to her and whispering in her ear, 'I don't mind dancing when I have such a good teacher.' He smirked and stood up strait again, looking into her eyes as she blushed.
'Good-night, Harry,' Ginny said and, surprised by her own boldness, kissed him on the cheek before racing up the stairs to her dorm. Harry stood there, a little shocked, but smiled stupidly and made his way up to his own bed.
The following morning, Harry awoke early for a Sunday and made his way down to breakfast without waking Ron or Hermione. Upon entering the Great Hall, he spotted Ginny sitting alone and made his way over to her.
'Hey, Gin,' he said, sitting down on her right side and grabbing some toast and eggs to eat.
'Good morning, Harry.'
'So,' said Harry, swallowing his breakfast, 'I was wondering about the next dance lesson. How about tonight? Same time, same place?'
'Fine with me, I don't have anything planned.'
'Hey, Harry. Ginny, what are you doing here?'
'Can't you see she's eating breakfast with Harry, Ron? Good morning you two.' Hermione said, sitting down on the other side of the table with Ron, who was shoveling food into his mouth as though his life depended on it. Giving him a disgusted look, Hermione turned to Harry and Ginny.
'So why are the two of you eating together? You've never done so before. And where did you disappear to after dinner? Ron and I looked for you for ages, Harry.'
'Well – we were – I mean I was – ,' Harry stammered. Ginny smirked and replied for him, 'I was giving him dance lessons.' Ron spit out his pumpkin juice.
'You were what?'
'She was giving him dance lessons,' Hermione replied, rolling her eyes. 'I think it's great that you want to learn how to dance, Harry. But why are you teaching him, Ginny?' Ginny mumbled incoherently in response, blushing as she did so.
'Sorry, I can't hear you.'
'Harry's taking me to the Yule Ball,' she responded quietly. Harry also blushed at her response.
'Are you? When did you –? Oh, it doesn't matter. That's great! Aren't you happy Ron?'
'What? Yeah, sure. Who are you going to the ball with?' Hermione huffed and began putting food on her plate. Ron had been asking her that question constantly at random, hoping to surprise her into an answer. At that moment, the owl post arrived. Pigwidgeon landed in front of Harry, twittering madly, before rocketing off again to the Owlery. Ron and Hermione look meaningfully at Ginny but Harry took no notice.
'Whose that from?' She asked, curiously. Harry pondered the answer for a moment, wondering if he should tell her about Sirius. Coming to a conclusion, he answered.
'My Godfather but I can't tell you any more than that here.' Ron and Hermione gaped at him. They had no idea what was going on between Harry and Ginny but Hermione suspected that when Harry finally plucked up the courage to do something about it, Ron was not going to be pleased.
They ate hurriedly as to get out of the Hall to read the letter privately.
'Who are you going to the ball with?' Ron asked again as they left the Hall.
(Some of the next part is taken from the book)
'You joking, Weasley?' said Malfoy, behind them. 'You're not telling me someone's asked that to the ball? Not the long-molared Mudblood?'
Harry, Ron and Ginny whipped around, but Hermione said loudly, waving to somebody over Malfoy's shoulder, 'Hello, Professor Moody!'
Malfoy went pale and jumped backwards, looking wildly around for Moody, but he was still up at the table, finishing his meal.
'Twitchy little ferret, aren't you Malfoy?' said Hermione scathingly, as the other three laughed and made their way up the stairs and into an empty classroom. (All mine now)
'Alright, Harry. Now what is this about your godfather? Isn't he Sirius Black, the murderer? Why is he writing to you?' Harry opened his mouth to speak but-
'Are you sure we should tell her, Harry?' Ron began, 'What is she blabs-'
'What if I blab the secret, Ron? Well, I think I can be trusted to keep a secret better than you can. Remember that time when you told your own secret?' Ginny said, eyes narrowed and advancing on Ron. 'Not to mention all of your other secrets I've kept.' Ron's eyes widened.
'I-I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you,' Ron faltered under the weight of the implied threat. 'As long as Harry trusts you.' Ginny turned to Harry, looking at him as if daring him to say he didn't trust her.
''Course I trust her.'
'Do you have a problem with me being let in on it, Hermione?'
'No,' she replied simply, as Ron glared at her for not taking his side.
'Well, then it's settled,' said Ginny, hopping up on one of the desks. 'Go on then, Harry.'
Then Harry launched into the story of last year's events. He told her about over hearing Fudge saying that Sirius betrayed his parents, the journey to the Shrieking Shack, how they learned that Peter Pettigrew had really betrayed Harry's parents and how he had been hiding as Ron's rat. He then told her how Pettigrew was captured but escaped when Professor Lupin transformed into a werewolf and how the dementors had almost killed Sirius, Hermione and himself. Finally, he discussed the timeturner and how he and Hermione had gone back to save Sirius and Buckbeak the Hippogriff, as Ron had injured his leg and couldn't come. Harry left nothing out of the tale that took almost 15 minutes to tell. When he was finished, he looked at Ginny.
'So what does the letter say?' The other tree gaped at her in amazement.
'You don't have any questions or think we're mental?' Ron asked.
'No. The story makes sense and I want to see what's in that letter.' Harry gave Ginny a big smile and opened the letter. (From book)
Congratulations on getting past the Horntail, whoever put your name in that Goblet shouldn't be feeling too happy right now! I was going to suggest a Conjunctivitus curse, as a dragon's eyes are its weakest point-
'That's what Krum did!' Hermione whispered.
- but your way was better, I'm impressed.
Don't get complacent, though, Harry. You've only done one task; whoever put you in for the Tournament's got plenty more opportunity if their trying to hurt you. Keep your eyes open – particularly when the person we discussed is around – and concentrate on keeping yourself out of trouble.
Keep in touch, I still want to hear about anything unusual.
(Mine) 'I just have a few questions. Who is "the person we discussed" and how did you discuss anything with him? It sounds as if you did it in person. And how did you know about the dragons before hand?'
'Well, we did discuss in person. He broke into a wizard's house and used the floo so he could talk to me without being overheard. He was going to tell me how to get past the dragons but he had to go. He also told me to watch out for Karkaroff as he was a convicted Death Eater but was set loose after he made a deal with the Ministry. And I found out about the dragons by mistake. Hagrid showed them to me' Harry answered Ginny.
'They let him go? That shouldn't be allowed. I'm going to talk to dad about in next time I see him. Well, I have to meet Luna. I'll see you lot later.' She said, standing up. 'And Harry? Don't forget our dance lesson later.' And with that, she kissed Harry on the cheek and left.
'What the bloody hell was that?' said Ron angrily. Harry didn't answer, he just stood with a dazed look on his face while Hermione glanced at Ron, then Harry and shrugged and smiled, thinking, 'It looks like Ginny got her wish. Harry Potter is in love with her.'
The rest of the week leading up to Christmas past uneventfully. Harry spent his days in the common room or out in the grounds, playing in the snow with the Weasley's and Hermione. After dinner however, Harry and Ginny would have dance lessons in the Charm's classroom. Harry was rapidly improving and the last few lessons before Christmas, Ginny began teaching Harry other dances. It seemed that once he had mastered the basics, learning other dances was simple for him. On Christmas Eve, the day before the Ball, Harry and Ginny were dancing around the classroom, Harry steering quite expertly. As the dance finished, Ginny congratulated him.
'Well done, Mr. Potter. Here is your diploma from the Weasley School of Dance,' she said, handing him an imaginary scroll and shaking his hand, giggling.
'Why thank-you Miss Weasley. I would like to thank you for all your hard work and not screaming at me so much when I stepped on your feet,' said Harry, bending in a mock bow. Ginny giggled even more and curtsied back.
'May I have one last dance?' Harry asked.
'Why of course.' One dance turned into two and then three and before they knew it, it was one o'clock. The two students, using the cloak and the map, made their way back to the Tower and, after saying good-night, went up to bed.
The following morning, Harry awoke to find presents laid out at the end of his bed. He opened them one by one receiving socks from Dobby the House-Elf, a jumper from Mrs. Weasley, a book from Hermione, dung-bombs from Ron, a pocket knife from Sirius that had attachments to unlock any door or undo any knot and lastly, a tissue from the Dursleys (this was an all-time low). He noticed there was no present from Ginny but assumed she didn't have enough time to get him one.
Making sure the others in his dorm room were busy opening their own presents, Harry bent over and took something out of his bedside table. He popped open the lid of the small box to reveal a gold chain with a white-gold hoop pendant on the end. The small hoop was incrusted with rubies, emeralds and diamonds. Harry ran his thumb over the jewels before flipping in over and looking at the engraving on the back.Merry Christmas Ginny! Love, Harry
Harry had surprised himself when he had been owl ordering the necklace and had written Love, Harry on the form. He was not sure when it had happened but Harry felt sure that he was in love with Ginny. Placing the box back into the drawer, Harry got out of bed and dressed for breakfast. He had already decided to give Ginny the present during the ball so he could give it to her in person.
'Hey, Ron, I'm going down to breakfast. I'll wait for you in the common room, OK?' Harry said once he had finished dressing.
'Sure, mate. Be down in a few minutes.' Harry nodded and walked down the spiral stairs.
Once arriving in the common room, he found it empty except for Ginny, who was sitting on one of the armchairs by the fire in her hand-knit jumper. She ran over to Harry and gave him a big hug.
'Happy Christmas, Harry!' she said excitedly, pulling back slightly though still keeping her arms around him.
'Happy Christmas, Gin,' he responded, beaming down at her.
'Come here, I want to give you your present,' she said bubbly, breaking the hug and leading him over to the couch.
'Here you go. I know it isn't much but I didn't have much time.' She looked slightly worried as he opened the large package and took out a scarlet quilt with pictures of Hungarian Hortails, hippogriffs, griffins, and lions covering it. It was hand-sewn and felt warm in his hands.
'Do you like it?' Ginny asked nervously.
'I love it,' Harry responded, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. When they pulled away, Harry saw Ginny glance at his hands and a slight hurt appeared in her hazel eyes, though she tried her best to cover it up, keeping a smile on her face.
'You get yours tonight,' Harry whispered to her. She beamed at him. Then, Ron and Hermione came down the stairs and they went for breakfast.
The rest of the day was spent out in the snow. Fred and George joined Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny and they all enjoyed a snowball fight on the grounds. At five o'clock, Hermione said she needed to go get ready for the ball.
'C'mon, Ginny,' she said. Ginny sighed and dropped the snowball in her hand.
'Bye, everyone,' she said, waving, as she and Hermione walked back towards the castle.
'Mental, both of them. What'd they need three hours for?' Ron muttered when they both had gone. Harry was also wondering the same thing.
When darkness had fallen and they could no longer see, the boys made their way back up to the castle to get ready for the Ball.
(This is from the book)
Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville changed into their dress robes up in their dormitory, all of them looking very self-conscious, but none as much as Ron, who surveyed himself in the long mirror in the corner with a appalled look on his face. There was just no getting around the fact that his robes looked more like a dress than anything else. In a desperate attempt to make them look more manly, he had used a Severing Charm on the ruff and cuffs. It worked fairly well; at least he was now lace-free, although he hadn't done a very neat job, and the edges still looked depressingly frayed as they set off downstairs. (This is my writing now)
As they came to the base of the stairs, Harry, Ron, and Seamus stayed in the common room as the other two left for the Entrance Hall to meet their dates from other houses. A few seconds after the portrait closed behind Neville and Dean, Lavender came down the steps of the girls' dormitories. Harry thought she looked quite pretty in robes of lilac and a little make-up on her face. Seamus thought so too and he stared at her as they linked arms and left the room.
Next came Parvati, looking just a good as Lavender. She wore robes of shocking pink, with her long dark plait braided with gold, and gold bracelets glimmering at her wrists (description of Parvati from the book). She linked arms with Ron and headed towards the portrait hole.
'Ginny will be down in a minute, Harry,' she said, giggling and looking back over her shoulder. The common room was almost empty now, only a few first, second, and third years, who had stayed for Christmas and were not going to the Ball, remained. As Harry glanced at his watch, he heard a small cough from the staircase in front of him. Looking up, Harry's mouth dropped open. There stood Ginny on the stairs. If Parvati and Lavender were pretty, they were nothing compared to the young woman who stood in front of him. Ginny drop-dead gorgeous. She wore robes of gold that shimmered in the firelight and went perfectly with her red hair. Her hair was falling around her in curls that shone and she wore golden sandals that were a perfect match to the robes. She had on little make-up but what she did wear, accented her features perfectly.
'How do I look? 'Ginny asked nervously, taking Harry's lack of talking the wrong way. 'Hermione made me come up early so we could help each other get ready. Oh, I knew I shouldn't have let her and Lavender to my hair and make-up. She gave me money for these robes too, so I could impress you but -'
'Ginny,' Harry said, ending her rambling and finally finding his voice, 'you look amazing.'
'Really?' she asked hopefully.
'Absolutely. Now let's go, I want to impress everyone with my dancing.' Ginny giggled, taking the hand Harry offered to her and they made their way to the Entrance Hall.
'Good, Potter, you're here. The Champions have to stand over here. You'll enter after everyone else,' McGonagall said to Harry and Ginny as soon as they came to the bottom of the staircase. (Some details of the Ball are taken from the book.)
Making their way over to the other champions, Harry glanced at Ginny. She was smiling one of the biggest smiles he had ever seen on her face. She seemed to glow and Harry patted his pocket where her present lay.
When at last they made it across the Hall to the others, Ginny waved to a girl Harry, at first, did not recognize. Upon second glance, however, Harry realized that it was Hermione. But she didn't look like Hermione at all. She had done something with her hair; it was no longer bushy but sleek and shiny, and twisted up into an elegant knot at the back of her head. She was wearing robes made of floaty, periwinkle-blue material (much like Ginny's), and she was holding herself differently, somehow – or maybe it was merely the absence of the twenty or so books she usually had slung over her back. She was also smiling, rather nervously, at Victor Krum, her date (most of Hermione's description was taken from the book).
'Hi, Harry! Hi, Ginny!' she said as they came closer to her and Krum, who nodded at them. She smiled even wider, noticing their linked hands. At last, the doors to the Great Hall opened and the students all entered.
Once everyone else was settled on the Hall, Professor McGonagall told the champions and their partners to get in pairs, and follow her. They did so, and everyone in the Great Hall applauded as they entered and started walking up towards a large round table at the top of the Hall, where the judges were sitting.
The walls of the Hall had all been covered in sparkling silver frost, with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy crossing the starry black ceiling. The house tables had vanished; instead, there were about a hundred smaller tables, lantern-lit ones, each seating about a dozen people.
Harry had now linked arms with Ginny and they were making their way to the table, talking and laughing. When Ginny spotted Ron and Parvati, she suppressed a giggle and pointed them out to Harry. Ron was watching Hermione pass with narrowed eyes and Parvati was looking sulky next to him. She was trying to get his attention but he just kept looking at Hermione. Harry felt sorry for Parvati but it was a tad amusing.
Dumbledore smiled happily as the champions approached the top table but Karkaroff wore an expression remarkably like Ron's as he watched Krum and Hermione draw nearer. Ludo Bagman was clapping just as enthusiastically as any of the students, and Madame Maxime, in a gown of lavender silk, was applauding them politely. But Mr. Crouch, Harry suddenly realized was not there. The fifth seat at the table was occupied by Percy Weasley.
At first, Percy looked a bit shocked, seeing his sister with Harry but, he quickly recovered and, when the champions and their partners reached the table, he indicated to the seat next to him. Harry and Ginny took the hint and sat down next to Percy, who was wearing brand-new robes of navy blue and an expression of great smugness.
'I've been promoted,' Percy said, choosing to ignore the fact that Harry was at the Ball with his baby sister. From his tone, he might have been announcing his election as Supreme ruler of the Universe. 'I'm now Mr. Crouch's personal assistant, and I'm here representing him.'
'That's great Percy.' Ginny said, faking enthusiasm, before starting a conversation with Harry and completely ignoring her brother. Harry was glad for the distraction, as he did not want to listen to Percy go on about Crouch and cauldron bottoms all night.
They ordered their food, looking at the menus and following Dumbledore's example of ordering into the plate. Harry and Ginny talked all through dinner about everything and nothing, oblivious to everyone else around them.
When all the food had been consumed, Dumbledore stood and asked the students to do the same. Then, at a wave of his wand, the tables zoomed back along the walls, leaving the floor clear, and then he conjured a raised platform into existence along the right-hand wall. A set of drums, several guitars, a lute, a cello and some bagpipes were set upon it.
The Weird Sister's trooped up on stage in ripped robes and picked up their instruments. As all the lanterns on the tables went out, Harry stood up, pulled out Ginny's chair for her, took her hand and guided her on to the dance floor. Slightly nervous, he placed his hand on her waist and, as the band began to play, led her around the room in a waltz. He danced wonderfully, as did Ginny, and when the song ended, they applauded with everyone else. Then the band struck up a faster tune and Harry and Ginny began to dance again. Seeing them dance as they did, Hermione ran to the stage and requested a song.
When Ginny heard the requested song being announced, her eyes widened. She searched for Hermione, her eyes scanning the floor. When they landed on the older girl, Hermione merely gave her an encouraging smile and nodded toward Harry. Ginny took a deep breath and looked up into Harry's smiling emerald eyes. They took their positions as the song began to play.
It was a tango. The last two lessons, Harry and Ginny had decided to make up a routine and Ginny had told Hermione about it the previous night. The routine was quick and well practiced. As Harry twirled Ginny around the floor, everyone stopped and stared at the pair, wondering where they learned to dance as they were. A ring formed around the oblivious pair who were gazing into each other's eyes. Only when the song ended did Harry and Ginny notice their audience. Both blushed deeply and bowed or curtsied to the crowed.
As the next song began, Harry and Ginny made there way over to the bar that had been set up. They ordered drinks and then went to find Ron and Parvati. As they neared the correct table, they spotted Ron but Parvati was nowhere in sight.
'Where's Parvati?' Ginny asked her brother, sitting down between he and Harry.
'Oh, she's off dancing with some bloke from that French school,' said Ron, watching Hermione dance with Krum. Ginny raised her eyebrows at him before taking a sip of her butterbeer.
Harry glanced around the dance floor and spotted Cho dancing with Cedric. A week ago, that would have bothered him greatly. But since Ginny, Harry didn't care anymore. When Harry and Ginny had finished their drinks, Harry took her hand once more and led her out onto the floor. After a few songs, Harry decided that it was time.
'Do you want to take a walk?' he asked over the loud music.
'Sure,' Ginny responded. They linked hands and Harry led them through the room, out into the Entrance Hall and through the great oak front doors. They took deep breaths of cold winter air and began to walk through the conjured garden. As they came across a bench, Harry indicated for them to sit down. They did and Ginny looked at him, puzzled.
'It's time for your present.'
'Ooh!' She responded, excitedly.
'Well, I didn't really know what to get you, but here you go,' he said, pulling the small velvet box from his pocket. Ginny took it from his hands and opened it, gasping as she did so. She shook her head and pushed it back towards Harry.
'I can't accept this. It must have cost you a fortune.' Harry's face showed nothing but confusion and hurt. 'It's not that I don't want it,' she added quickly. 'It's just that I can't take a gift that cost that much money, you'll have to take it back.' Understanding dawned on Harry's face.
'Ah, but you can't have looked at the necklace properly. You see, I can't take it back to the store.' It was Ginny's turn to look confused. 'Look closer and you'll see what I mean.'
Ginny brought the box back closer to her and lifted the necklace out of the box. She examined the front and, finding nothing, turned it over, then realizing what Harry meant. He couldn't return it because it was engraved.
'Look at it again,' Harry said, interrupting her, knowing that she hadn't yet read the engraving. She looked down and then up again, this time her brown eyes shone with hope.
'Really, Harry? You… Love me?'
'With all my heart, Gin. Will you be my girlfriend?' She nodded and with that, he leaned it and they kissed, properly, for the first time. It was like electricity was shooting through their bodies.
'Wow,' they each whispered was they broke apart.
'Do you want me to put it on you?' Harry asked Ginny, pointing to the necklace. She nodded and lifted her curls so he could fasten it around her neck. When he was done he kissed her and she smiled into it. They spent another little while outside, just walking, talking and kissing before deciding to head beck inside the castle to rejoin the party.
Upon arriving inside, they found Ron still sitting in the same spot. Apparently, he had had an argument with Hermione and was now glaring at her and Krum even more forcefully than before. Harry and Ginny left him to broad and returned to dancing. They were having such a good time that they did not keep track of the time and, before they knew it, it was twelve o'clock and the Ball was over. Sorry as though he was for the Ball to end, Harry could not keep the smile off his face as he thought about Ginny and all the other occasions they could spend together as a couple.
They returned slowly to the common room, wanting to spend some more time together alone. When they finally reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, they gave the password and entered.
Upon reflection, it may not have been the best idea to enter the common room at that moment as Ron and Hermione were having a blazing row. (From the book) Standing ten feet apart, they were bellowing at each other, each scarlet in the face.
'Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?' yelled Hermione; her hair was coming down of its elegant bun now, her face screwed up in anger.
'Oh yeah?' Ron yelled back. 'What's that?'
'Next time there's a ball, asked me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!'
Ron mouthed soundlessly like a goldfish out of water as Hermione turned on her heel and stormed up the girls' staircase to bed. Ron turned to look at Harry.
'Well,' he spluttered, looking thunderstruck, 'well – that just proves – completely missed the point -' (This is mine now) And he tuned and walked up the boys' staircase, still muttering about the argument.
'So,' said Ginny, leaning over to Harry, 'who do you think really got the point better?'
'So… do you want to go to bed?' Harry asked Ginny, facing her completely.
'Not yet. Do you want to sit for a while?'
They walked over to the couch by the fire and sat down. Harry sat down first and then Ginny curled up against him and he wrapped his arms around her. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Ginny spoke.
'So, Harry. Are you ready to deal with my brothers tomorrow?' Ginny asked, looking at his face to see the effect of her words. She grinned and giggled at Harry's palling face at the thought of facing her many over-protective brothers. 'Don't worry, Harry. I'll tell them that they'll have to deal with me if they do anything too serious. If they know what's best for them, I'm sure it will be OK.' Ginny reassured him as Harry let out a sigh of relief. They sat together for a while longer before deciding it was a good time to call it a night.
'Good-night, Gin,' Harry said, kissing her.
'Good-night, Harry,' Ginny said, repeating his actions.
'I love you.'
'I love you too, Harry. Bye.' And Ginny left, climbing the stairs to her dormitory. Harry grinned a stupid-looking smile before ascending the other staircase.
AN: This will only be a one-shot for now but if I get enough reviews tell me to continue (along with ideas) I will continue when I'm finished my other story.