Authors note: A little fanfic about Harry & Ginny!
Ginny's red-blonde hair swept behind her as she paced the corridors of Gryffindor tower. 8:06, 88:07, 8:08. How much longer was she going to have to wait? Harry had promised her the most "magical" night of her life.
This is Hogwarts, how much more magical could it get?
"Ginny," Harry came running up behind her, pulling her into his arms. "Sorry I was late; I had last minute…preparations." He smiles, taking her hand and leading her down the moving staircases.
"Should I be worried about this special night?" Ginny inquires quietly.
He simply smiles, pretending not to hear her. At any minute it was be so easy to give away the surprise. The tall ceilings of the great hall echoed with their quiet footsteps.
"Really Harry! Where are we going?"
"Just come on," He smiles, tugging her arm forward, and pulling her into an awkward run.
Pulling his wand from the blue jacket pocket, he waves it once, opening the doors.
The only sound is the gasp that escapes Ginny's lips, before she turns to Harry, and kisses him.