Disclaimer: Don't own any Harry Potter characters! The plot is MINE! I wrote the love poem!

When Wingless Angels Fly By: Triforce Knight

Summary: Just a little fluff fic for all you Ginny/ Harry lovers.



It was a week before the Yule Ball, and Harry still didn't have a dance partner. Ron was taking Hermione. Everybody had somebody; even Neville had a girl from Ravenclaw.

'I think her name was Emily something,' he thought.

At breakfast, he sat across the table from Ron and Hermione, who were holding hands under the table, and sighed.

"What's wrong Harry," Hermione asked.

"I don't get it! I'm one of the most popular guys in school, and everybody has a date but me."

"That's because you took so long. Ron and I have planned this for a month."

"Look," Ron broke in, "Mail's here, and I think I see Hedwig."

Sure enough, it was Hedwig, and she had a letter for Harry. He tore it open, revealing elegant cursive in azure ink, and read:

My darling love For whom I've long desired It is time for me to reveal myself But first Let me tell in what ways I love you I love you for your charm I love you for your wit I care not for your physical beauty I love you for your soul I love you for the sweet nothings you whisper in my ear Your voice dripping in honey And yet It is only in my dreams That I see you with me So I plea to you If you will have me as your own I will love you in life And if need be I will love you in death My darling love For whom I've long desired I now realize That after I've told these things I will never reveal myself For even though Cupid's arrow has struck me Love will never possess me Because my silence is stronger



Harry stared at it. He looked at Ron and Hermione, and said starting to stand, "I have to find out who wrote this," and ran out of the Great Hall.

The first girl he met was Cho. He ran up to her, showed the letter, and asked, "Did you write this."

She looked at him and told in truth, "I'm not going to the Ball. After Cedric's death, I don't think I ever will," finishing by walking past Harry.

The next girl he asked was Parvati, but she told him that she was going with Seamus. Padme was going with Neville. He even asked Susan, but she was going with Justin, and so it went on. After a week of searching, he still didn't find the person who wrote the poem.

On the night of the Ball, he went alone, dressed in his emerald colored dress robe. He sat at the Griffindor table, watching people on the dance floor. Hermione helped Ron redo his dress robe. Instead of it having lace, it was trimmed in gold silk, and she changed its color to instead of pink, a ruby color. Ron had slicked his hair back with gel to complete his ensemble.

Harry turned his attention to the other Griffindors at the table, and noticed that Ginny was sitting by herself.

'Poor Ginny, wasn't able to get a dance partner.'

Suddenly, he realized who wrote him the poem, but before he got up, he took a look at her and realized what a beautiful young woman she had become. Her dress was a flowing, sleeveless, midnight blue gown, and her dress robe was the exact same color, and was trimmed with silver embrodraries. Her long auburn hair was tied in a bun, while small braids came flowing down it.

The music stopped as the DJ, Lee Jordan, who had replaced the previous DJ on the World Wizard Station's music program spoke, "Okay, we're going to slow down now, so grab the one who means something special to you."

Harry stood up and walked over to Ginny, cleared his throat, causing her to jump. She looked at him. He held out his hand and asked, "Ginny, would you like to."

"Yes, I would like to dance with you," she finished his sentence, accepting his outstretched hand.

He led her to the dance floor, right next to Ron and Hermione. Ron looked shocked, but Hermione smiled at the two. Lee started up the music, which was "Angel" sung by Sarah McLachlan



Spend all your time waiting For that second chance For a break that would make it okay There's always one reason To feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction Oh beautiful release Memory seeps from my veins Let me be empty And weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an angel Fly away from here From this dark cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie You're in the arms of an angel May you find some comfort there



Harry had been holding Ginny close him, and whispered something to her. They quietly left the Great Hall, and Harry left Ginny at the front door, while he rushed to the Griffindor tower to grab his Firebolt. When he returned, both he and Ginny , exited Hogwarts and walked onto the grounds, towards the lake.

Harry helped Ginny onto the broom, and sat in front of her. She wrapped her arms around Harry, as he kicked off.

They soared over to Hogmeade, to grab Butterbeer to share. Madame Rosemerta smiled at the two as they sat down at a table, in the almost empty place, except for a few people doing late night business.

After the Butterbeer, they walked down the empty streets, looking at the offers, Ginny with her arms wrapped around Harry's arm. Harry's eyes caught sight of a necklace made of two rows of sterling silver, and blue topaz, connecting at the middle with a small heart-shaped blue topaz, and a single raindrop shaped dangling from the heart.

'Ginny would look great with that around her neck, then Malfoy would think twice about thinking bad of the Weasley's.' "Hey Ginny, why don't we take a look in here."

"Okay," she said, letting Harry lead her into the tiny shop.

While Ginny was looking around, Harry asked the shopkeeper how much the necklace was. The shopkeeper, a short, plump witch, noticed the couple as they came in, smiled and said, "For you, free," handing the necklace to him in a white case, and gift-wrapped.

Harry handed ten galleons to the witch, and said, "I insist."

He tucked the parcel in his pocket as Ginny walked over. "We really should be heading back," she told him.

He smiled, and replied, "Yes, we should."

They returned, via broom, to Hogwarts grounds. When they reached the Griffindor common room, everybody was in bed. Before Ginny could make it to the dorms, Harry stopped her, and handed the gift to her, saying, "Merry Christmas, Ginny."

She opened it, and gasped, eyes wide open. She looked at Harry, and leapt into his arms, whispering "Thank you."

"And I will let you be mine," Harry whispered. Ginny stepped back, and asked, "What did you say?"

"I will let you be mine," Harry finished, swooping Ginny up into a hug, and a passionate kiss.

When he pulled her out of the kiss, he whispered, "I love you, Ginny."

"I love you too Harry," she replied, falling asleep in Harry's arms.

Harry scooped her up, walked over to the couch, carefully set her down, kissed her cheek, and whispered, "I'll always love you, for the rest of my life, and in death."





Well, to all those who will review, thank you! Merry Christmas!