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SUMMARY: A short little songfic drabble about Neville and Ginny at the Yule Ball from the master of fuckwittage, Fred.
Thank you, thank you…
Mediocrity Rules So you wanna hang out with me tonight? Well…
Ginny looked at him carefully- he seemed genuine. Best just to make sure, though.
"None of the boys put you up to this, did they?" she asked suspiciously.
"N-no!" he said quietly, looking around them "None of them know I'm asking you- they'd just laugh…" Neville blushed.
She felt her heart go out to him as she weighed up her options.
Well, it looked like Harry wasn't going to ask her, and all the other boys who had asked her just wanted one thing. Besides, any of the guys she liked, apart from Harry, were all her age and too young to tae her.
You're cool but I'm right soI'll set the dial to no fights and…
"Sure, Neville. I'd love to go to the ball with you." She smiled and almost burst out laughing at the look of relief that came over Neville's face.
"Oh, thank you Ginny!" he gushed, hugging her.
As we leave the clubAnd the sun is coming up, you ask…
Ginny met him in the Gryffindor common room the night of the ball, and had to admit that he did look rather cute.
He wore plain black dress robes, and his hair was done nicely. He even had a small posy of flowers for her, pale pink daisies. They didn't match her aquamarine dress, but she carried them anyway.
'Have I failed to entertain?'I say 'No man, it's okay, coz I already knew…'
They started into the hall together, Neville blushing bright red and Ginny smiling shyly. He was no Prince Charming, no tall dark and handsome, no Brad Pitt, but he was special.
'That when I'm with you… Mediocrity rules, man,
Mediocrity rules!'
They sat down together amongst smiling faces at the Gryffindor table and Neville offered her a drink, a small example of how polite and kind he always was to her.
Life is but a compromise andI can see it in your eyes…
Once the Champions an their dates had sat down, the feast started. Neville was his usual cute self, asking every ten seconds if she needed something. On anyone else, it would have been annoying, but on him it was just so… Neville!
Nothing scares you like a real idea.
Then the dancing started. She could see him having an internal debate about asking her to dance, but in the end, he stood up abruptly and asked her "Could I have this dance?"
But no man, it's okayYou didn't waste me day coz…
She followed him onto the dancefloor and he held out his arms shyly. She took his hands and they began to dance slowly.
I already knew, that when I'm with you…Mediocrity rules, man,
Mediocrity rules!
The slow song they were dancing to ended and Neville made to head back to the tables, but Ginny pulled him back.
"C'mon," she yelled over the blaring music of the Weird Sisters. "Dance with me!" she laughed at the look on his face, and pulled him back towards her, starting to dance wildly, her red hair swinging madly.
Yabba dabba dabba doo, man!Yabba dabba dabba doo!
Neville stared at her for a moment before shrugging and jumping around with her, dancing crazily as his robes swished around him.
The two were dancing nearly as exuberantly as Fred and Angelina.
Yabba dabba dabba doo, man!
Yabba dabba dabba doo!
Ginny laughed as he relaxed and started to dance, feeling very content just to dance with him that night. She pulled him in for a quick kiss on the kips before they both began to dance wildly again, earning strange stares from other couples, but not giving a flying fuck.
Yabba dabba dabba dabba dabba doooooo!