AN: Thanks so much to my two lovely reviewers, Folk Ballad (my first reviewer!) and Balsam, and to everyone who has read my story so far. Please continue to R&R as it makes me very happy.
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Hermione and Ginny's conversation was cut short due to the return of Ron, who carried three goblets of pumpkin juice. The three gulped down their juice as an awkward silence pervaded, preventing anyone from attempting to begin a conversation, as the only thing any of them could think of was the status of Ron and Hermione's relationship.
"So…erm…we're going to go…dance…some more…." Ron broke the silence, his sentence trailing off as he looked to Hermione for her consent.
"Er…right," Hermione agreed, casting Ginny a questioning look as Ron started to walk toward the dance floor.
"Go," Ginny mouthed to her. Hermione grinned at this and hurried to catch up with Ron, sliding her hand into his when she reached him. He took it readily, and led her out onto the dance floor as another slow song started.
Well now that they're occupied… Ginny thought to herself, I'm not going to sit around all night, moping, just because Harry didn't acknowledge me. I'm going to have fun. She surveyed the crowd, trying to find a suitable replacement dance partner, sadly few of the young men she saw measured up to her exacting standards.
That one's not too bad…she though to herself, surveying a boy standing by the punch bowl. He was a few inches taller than she, had sandy-blonde hair, and looked reasonably fit, even though Ginny could only see his profile. She stole a glance at Harry, who, to her consternation, was still talking to Fleur's sister. That settles it she thought, as she squared her shoulders and marched over to talk to he her future dance-partner. And I know precisely how to introduce myself, she thought, smirking.
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Jacques Delacour flinched as he felt cold punch cascade down the front of his tuxedo shirt. His brow furrowed, he looked up to catch the culprit, only to see a petite, pretty girl whose blush was currently even redder than her brilliantly red hair.
"I'm so sorry," the girl apologized. She grabbed a handful of napkins and began to blot the stain, when after several seconds she stopped abruptly. "Oh, right," she said, blushing again as she whipped out her wand and performed a neat little cleaning spell that left his shirt spotless. "Ginny Weasley, sister of the groom" she said breathlessly, extending her hand, "sorry, I'm a little clumsy.
"Jacques Delacour," he replied grinning, shaking her hand, "brother of the bride, and no harm done."
"Good," Ginny grinned.
"So, would you like to, erm…" Jacques gestured toward the dance floor as another song started.
"Love to," Ginny said, preempting his question. As he led her onto the dance floor Ginny refused to let herself look at Harry, instead she focused on the boy she was about to dance with. Good choice, Gin, she commended herself, as she wrapped her arms around Jacques' neck.
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Next time...Harry's reaction…:) get excited.