Ginny stormed up that stairs, pausing only once to rage down to Ron. "I
told you to stay out of my love life. I can handle myself and you should
know that. Think about how I might feel, and not treat me as if I'm some
sort of toy that cannot be broken."
The door slammed behind her, and anyone who was listening could hear the click of a lock been thrown.
Ron blinked and stared at the door. "B-but all I did was ask her who she was going with. The dance is days away, and this is the second time in days that I have been raged at. Apparently Hermione has another mystery date. And as for Ginny, she should at least be willing to tell me. I'm her brother, for Merlin's sake."
Harry nodded sympathetically. "No idea why she won't tell you. And since Hermione turned you down, we're both single. But at least I already knew I was going to go stag. After everything that has happened with Cho, I think I've given up on girls."
Ron continued to wonder as the days went by who Ginny's mystery date was, but nothing he said or did could convince his little sister to give away any information.
~
Ginny's arrival at the dance drew the attention of every male in the room. She had forgone dress robes, and instead worn what appeared to be a muggle dress. The dress itself was formfitting and absolutely gorgeous on her figure. She had her hair done up in an elegant French twist. The dress was a shade of some sort of green – which went perfectly with her hair - although it was later heard that there were debates as to exactly what shade.
Her date, however, drew the attention of every male in the room. Somehow the most sought after male in Hogwarts had managed to snag a Weasley. Of course the fact that he was a Slytherin, and she, a Gryffindor, happened to be another factor.
The two of them went together perfectly, their heights were just right, their robes went well, and the serpent on Ginny's necklace was gorgeous.
As one, they stepped onto the dance floor, and he bowed to her, and kissed her hand; the perfect gentleman, "May I have this dance?"
The entirety of the room stared. Draco Malfoy, the prince of Slytherin, had come to a dance with a Weasley. Ginny, on the other hand, curtsied right back at him and said softly, "Of course."
They stepped closer together as the beginnings of a slow song drifted towards them. When Ginny rested her head on his shoulder, he leaned forward and whispered into her ear.
"They can disprove all they want. I had permission from my father – something having to do with the Dark Lord, I suppose – and you had permission from your parents. The only thing that matters is that I managed to have this dance."
The door slammed behind her, and anyone who was listening could hear the click of a lock been thrown.
Ron blinked and stared at the door. "B-but all I did was ask her who she was going with. The dance is days away, and this is the second time in days that I have been raged at. Apparently Hermione has another mystery date. And as for Ginny, she should at least be willing to tell me. I'm her brother, for Merlin's sake."
Harry nodded sympathetically. "No idea why she won't tell you. And since Hermione turned you down, we're both single. But at least I already knew I was going to go stag. After everything that has happened with Cho, I think I've given up on girls."
Ron continued to wonder as the days went by who Ginny's mystery date was, but nothing he said or did could convince his little sister to give away any information.
~
Ginny's arrival at the dance drew the attention of every male in the room. She had forgone dress robes, and instead worn what appeared to be a muggle dress. The dress itself was formfitting and absolutely gorgeous on her figure. She had her hair done up in an elegant French twist. The dress was a shade of some sort of green – which went perfectly with her hair - although it was later heard that there were debates as to exactly what shade.
Her date, however, drew the attention of every male in the room. Somehow the most sought after male in Hogwarts had managed to snag a Weasley. Of course the fact that he was a Slytherin, and she, a Gryffindor, happened to be another factor.
The two of them went together perfectly, their heights were just right, their robes went well, and the serpent on Ginny's necklace was gorgeous.
As one, they stepped onto the dance floor, and he bowed to her, and kissed her hand; the perfect gentleman, "May I have this dance?"
The entirety of the room stared. Draco Malfoy, the prince of Slytherin, had come to a dance with a Weasley. Ginny, on the other hand, curtsied right back at him and said softly, "Of course."
They stepped closer together as the beginnings of a slow song drifted towards them. When Ginny rested her head on his shoulder, he leaned forward and whispered into her ear.
"They can disprove all they want. I had permission from my father – something having to do with the Dark Lord, I suppose – and you had permission from your parents. The only thing that matters is that I managed to have this dance."