A/N: Oookay. I have no idea where this plot came
out of. I was just sitting at the computer, fingers poised over the keyboard and
this totally absurd idea just struck me. This is just the prologue, so naturally
it's pretty short. The first chapter will hopefully be a helluva lot longer...
*crosses fingers and hopes muse will be in full force*
Oh.
And I used the standard cliché ball scene. I know, I know, it's been way
overused. So sue me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ginny, Draco, Harry, Ron,
Hermione or the Great Hall. Those all belong to the great mind of J.K. Rowling.
*sniffles in envy and longing* However, I do
own Angeline Amy Ysovenette and Lissette Appleton. No, wait - I
don't, I took their names and their personalities from my two best
friends. *sigh* Okay, I don't own anything which I have to say, really sucks.
Midnight
Prologue
The beautifully decorated Great Hall
was bursting with happy couples, either dancing and talking, or dancing and
doing something…er...rather indecent. Ginny couldn't help but appreciate
the perfection of everything. There was her brother, Ron, dancing with
Hermione, both quite...involved with each other, to put it delicately. Her
two best friends
Angeline Amy Ysovenette and Lissette Appleton making fun of the snogging
couples. And she...
She was wrapped up in the arms
of the person she'd spent the majority of her life admiring. Admiring from a distance,
that was. The person who'd she'd stare
at every day, every minute, hoping he'd notice her. Harry Potter. The
wizarding world's hero. To most people, just a household name. But to her?
To her, the love of her life. Or so she assumed. But definitely,
definitely the person she loved and knew.
It had been...how long since they'd gotten together? A year. Yeah, a year. Well,
at least it would be a year as soon as it hit midnight - which wasn't far away
at all, maybe one or two minutes. Surprising how Ginny and Harry had made the
transition from "Ron's little sister" and "My brother's best
friend" to a serious, heavy relationship so smoothly. But they had, they'd
overcome Ron's angry tirade, and soon they'd have landed a place in the school
yearbook together under the caption "Class Couple".
It was almost midnight.
Ginny almost laughed out loud in anticipation. Almost time
for the new year to roll in, and the Hogwarts New Year's Ball was incredible.
Ginny couldn't wait. She harbored nothing but hope and optimism about the new
year. It would, after all, complete the full circle of her and Harry's year-long
relationship. She was waiting...waiting...
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a sparkling
gold number appeared above the heads of everyone at the ball. A great big,
shimmering number 10. As she watched, it transformed to a brilliant gold 9, then
an sparkling 8…
And students were chanting along now.
Counting down the seconds till the new year. Ginny joined in, feeling exulted.
"Six...Five...Four...Three...Two..." she chanted.
And the very moment the word One
escaped her lips, the lights completely went out and Ginny could feel balloons
and streamers falling from the ceiling. Exalted, she whirled around and threw
her arms around Harry and firmly pressed her lips against his.
The first thought Ginny had was whoa.
Honestly...where had Harry learned to kiss like...like that? Usually when he kissed her, it had
always been soft. Sweet. Like warm sunshine spilling on her shoulders in the
summertime. The juice from a ripe strawberry trickling down her chin.
But this...this was—fiery.
Intense, passionate. Forget ripe strawberries and warm sunshine on her shoulders—this kiss was
so hot and intense she might as well be standing on the sun with Harry.
And God help her, she sure as hell
loved it.
* * *
Whoa.
Draco was
surprised...to say. Amazed and really
damn pleased, that was. Since when had Pansy Parkinson managed to pull off a
kiss like that? But apparently, she'd learned, she could, and she was doing it
right now. Pansy pressed herself deeper into the kiss and Draco actually felt
himself get dizzy. Dizzy. Right. By Pansy Parkinson. This was too weird.
Just how much had the new year managed to change the plain brown-haired,
brown-eyed slut?
But still, he hung onto the kiss.
Please. Even if Pansy Parkinson was the first cousin of the Bride of
Frankenstein, she wasn't half-bad at this...and besides, he was sixteen,
after all - teenage hormones were just too strong to resist.
Suddenly the lights snapped back on,
and he jerked back in surprise.
And felt his jaw scrape the ground as
he got a good look at who'd he'd been snogging with.
* * *
Ginny was enjoying this. She was really
enjoying this. Who knew Harry could be so intense? She was just about ready to
announce the engagement when the lights came back on.
Ginny stumbled back, annoyed. She had
just been experiencing the best event of her life — did anyone care about that?
She let her eyes adjust to the bright lights and then whirled back around to
continue what had been so rudely interrupted—
Until she saw the person she'd been
"rudely interrupted" with.
Had she said everything was perfect a few minutes ago? Scratch that.
Everything was totally, totally awful.
A/N:
So—was it
extremely, extremely bad or quite passable/good? I'm hoping for the latter,
but... *shruggs* I know this was short, but hey! It's just the prologue. I know
I'm terrible at writing romance, so after this, there basically won't be too
much of it unless I have really heavy requests. So please, review
and tell me if I should continue this.
