Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JKR.
This is from a group of four oneshots themed on the ideas of love and perfection, (they're all on different pairings and can be read separately).
Thoughts During Dances :Love and Perfection:
Ginny danced contentedly with Neville, swaying to the music. Her arms hung loosely round his neck and her head rested on his broad chest. His arms were wrapped protectively round her petite frame, and his own head rested atop hers.
All Hogwarts students were attending a ball to celebrate Harry's defeat of Voldemort. As she closed her eyes and relaxed in Neville's arms Ginny thought back to the Yule Ball. Neville had looked so adorable when he had asked her to go with him, stuttering nervously. She smiled to herself, remembering how he kept standing on her toes and almost tripping over his own dress robes. His dancing had certainly improved since then. He had been only marginally less nervous asking her to go with him again this time round, even though they had been together for a few months now. She thought about how happy she had been during those months. Memories drifted to the front of her mind, jostling for her attention.
She and Neville walked hand in hand around the lake as the sun rose, casting a warm glow over everything its rays touched. He tripped over a tree root and landed clumsily on the floor, pulling Ginny with him. She laughed, sounding like tinkling wind-chimes to Neville's ears. They tumbled down the small grassy slope, coming to a stop with Ginny lying on top of Neville, both laughing happily. Ginny smiled and softly kissed Neville on the tip of his nose…
Neville stood in Greenhouse 5, expertly feeding the Venemous Tentacula. All his clumsiness seemed to vanish in Herbology, he moved with ease and grace between the twisting vines and leaves. He had special permission from Professor Sprout to enter any of the greenhouses when he wanted, due to his natural aptitude for Herbology. Ginny watched through the green-tinted glass. She could see his face set with concentration as he de-spiked the Spined Carnatia. It flicked up a clod of earth which caught Neville on the cheek. He came out a few minutes later, cheeks flushed and a muddy patch just under his left eye. Ginny smiled and rubbed the soil off with her thumb. Still laughing merrily she grabbed his hand and they sprinted back to the castle.
Neville pointed his wand at Trevor the toad, which was placed in front of him on the Gryffindor Table. He muttered the incantation to transfigure Trevor and waited. Trevor croaked. Neville's brow furrowed in concentration and he muttered the spell again more forcefully. Trevor stubbornly remained a toad. Trying one final time Neville took a deep breath and attempted once more to cast the spell. There was a small puff of smoke. It cleared slowly so Trevor could be seen in the middle. He was still a toad… only now he was bright red with gold eyes. Neville blinked. Ginny giggled…
"…At least it's Gryffindor colours?..."
Neville gently taking her into a slow spin outward and back into his warm embrace drew her from her thoughts. She smiled up at Neville. She didn't need a flawless man who was the epitome of perfection, because in her eyes Neville was as perfect as you got. No, he wasn't 'perfect', but he was perfect for her, and really...
That was all that mattered.