It was six forty-five. Harry sat on one of the chairs that adorned the common room waiting for his date. Harry had spent a total of thirty minutes looking for something decent to wear and luckily came across a black button down shirt and a pair of slightly worn-out jeans. His mind wouldn't shut up about the fact that he was going on a date with his ex-girlfriend. He found himself musing over how Ron and Hermione would react. Hermione would definitely nag about how wrong using Ginny was and how his feelings would get in the way of Ron and his friendship. Ron, on-the-other-hand, would hate the thought of "Ginny" and "dating" in the same sentence. That was the exact reason why he had to keep a low profile tonight.

"Harry!" a voice brought him back from his thoughts. It was Ginny. She had on a flattering purple mini and a modest matching top. She looked stunning and Harry couldn't help but notice her shapely legs. Ginny took Harry's hand, and began to lead him toward the Ravenclaw common room.

When they got to the common room, a boy in the same year as Harry stood by the portrait. He was obviously acting as the lookout/bouncer for the party. His job was to simply distract passing teachers and to make sure no one without an invitation got in.

"Hi Greg." Ginny handed him her invitation. He glanced at it and then turned to the portrait of a knight and spoke two words, "Sugar apples." The portrait swung open to let them in.

Ginny pulled Harry in behind her. Music boomed from an unknown source in the Ravenclaw common room. People from all four houses crammed themselves into the small room, either dancing or chatting casually. Neon lights floated in mid-air and reflected handsomely on confetti that magically rained from the ceiling. If someone were to enter the room they could have easily mistaken it for a night club.

"Do you want to dance?" Ginny shouted over the loud bass.

"Sure."

On the dance floor, the latest music blared from invisible speakers. Ginny took Harry by the waist and swayed him rhythmically. Harry went with the flow and took her by the waist as well. They continued to rock and sway to the music in a very sensual manner.

The pace of the music quickened each song more upbeat than the last. Ginny's movements became erratic, her body fueled by adrenaline. Harry tried to keep up with his partner but fell miserably behind. "Relax, Harry," Ginny panted, "just let go." Harry was no dancer, so he settled for a simple two step. Shifting his weight from foot to foot, he stood out awkwardly next to Ginny, who was no novice when it came to dancing. "I don't think I'm doing this right, Ginny," Harry mumbled. She laughed.

"Why don't you let me lead?" Ginny suggested with her silkiest voice. In a manner of seconds the space between her and her partner became nonexistent. Harry tensed at first but then the music took over him and he became lost in its tempo.

"This place is stacked with butterbeer. They got barrels and barrels of the good stuff, mate." Dean Thomas tapped his mug against Ron's splashing his drink onto the sofa they were seated on. Barely noticing the mess, Dean chugged down what was left of his drink. It had been only about an hour ago when Ron found out about the party. He was surprised he hadn't heard about it before but as soon as he found out, he grabbed Hermione and headed out to have some fun. He didn't manage to find Harry, though. This slightly aggravated Ron, but he figured he'd catch up with him later.

"I'm telling you," Ron started, "ditching the books to come here was totally worth it. Can you believe how many people are here?" Dean wasn't paying much attention. Instead he was staring out at the crowd. "What are you lookin' at mate?"

"Whoa. Guess who else is here. Looks like your sister and Harry are getting seriously acquainted." Ron looked in the direction Dean was staring. His shock quickly turned to anger. He looked at the scene before him; his sister's arms where wrapped around his best friend's body, while Harry's hands rested dangerously on Ginny's lower back. Ron wondered if Harry would ever make up his mind. One minute he was dating his sister, the next he broke up with her, now he practically her up (His imagination exaggerates what was really going on). It upset him even more that Harry kept this a secret from him. He felt betrayed and embarrassed. He didn't want people to think of his sister as a "loose" girl, nor did he want Harry sneaking behind his back. Ron slammed his mug against the coffee table and abruptly jumped up from where he sat. He growled something about having to go and stalked off, leaving Dean alone and confused.

By the time Ron made it through the crowd and onto the dance floor, Harry and Ginny were out of sight.