Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. Today is my birthday. I'm sorry I haven't updated this in awhile- so enjoy! Also, thank you SJ!(especially for the Harry Potter scene it and the venus vibrance)
GINNY'S POV
"GINNY!" my mother's voice rung throughout the house, clear as a bell. "GINNY!" she repeated once more, "the fireplace is for you!" I turned off the water running from the tub, put my bathrobe on and abandoned the bath I was about to take. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen and sat down in front of the fireplace.
"Make it quick, dear," my mum said to me, "I'm expecting a floo from the Delacours' any moment now." I nodded my head at her request and my mum went back to her hourly kitchen scrub-down.
Charlotte's head appeared in the cloud of green smoke and I greeted her warmly. "Ginny!" she said to me, "my parents are having a party tonight, it is black tie and they really want to meet your family. Do you think that you guys would be able to come?"
"I would love to!" I gasped. I loved formal affairs; I loved the dancing, waltzes especially, I loved the beautiful dress robes and gowns everyone wore. I loved the golden bubbles resting in champagne flutes and I loved the sound of swishing gowns as people danced. "Hold on...let me just ask my mum," I said.
I turned around and asked my mom, "We can go; I just need to tell your father."
"She said yes, Charlotte," I said to my American friend.
"Good!" she said. "It is at my house at 7:30 tonight, remember, its black tie."
"Thank you," I said to her as her head popped out of sight.
The word traveled fast around the burrow. After I got out of my bath, I sat in my bathrobe giving myself a pedicure and there was a knock upon the door. "Come in," I said.
The door opened slowly and cautiously and Irina stepped onto the weathering wood floors that acted as the base of my room. "Hello Ginny," she said to me in her accented English. She was holding a white box in her arms with a stamp that said "Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions."
"Hi Irina," I said as I looked up at her.
"The other day, I vas in Diagon Alley and I haff found the most beautiful dress robes. They verr originally going to be for my sister, but I think they vould look better on you," she said as she walked towards me and sat next to me on my bed. She opened the box and gently pulled the tissue paper wrapping off of the dress robes. I had a quick intake of breath as Irina held up the most beautiful set of dress robes I had ever seen. They were the perfect color green; soft, but not pale. The dress was made of fine, green velvet and the shoulders went off to the sides. It swept the floor when I walked and it matched perfectly with my skin tone and coloring. The robe was made out of thick green velvet, the same color as the dress. It tied with a pink, tulle ribbon and had intricate embroidering along the flowing sleeves. The dress robes were of the newest, most fashionable cut.
"Irina! I don't know what to say! These are beautiful!" I said to her gloating.
She smiled back at me. "Try them on," she said. I easily slipped the dress on. It fit me like a glove. When I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I couldn't believe it. I looked like a princess.
"Thank you so much, Irina!" I said as I gave her a big hug around the neck.
"You are velcome Ginny. They look the most beautiful on you," she said.
"Ginny? Are you in 'zere?" a voice asked from the doorway.
"Come in, Fleur," I said. Irina automatically grimaced.
With an air of defiance and eau de toilette, the door swung open and Fleur glided in with her head held high. "Ginny, do you have mascara?" she asked me. I nodded my head and shuffled through my vanity drawers to find it.
"Oh. 'Eet 'ees you," Fleur said, turning to Irina. Irina smirked back at her.
I found the mascara, and as I handed it to Fleur, I said, "Fleur! Look at these beautiful dress robes that Irina gave me!"
"You look so beautiful in 'zem Ginny!" Fleur exclaimed. "Thank you for 'ze mascara," she said as she left and closed the door behind her.
Irina got up and said, "I haff to go get ready. I vill see you in a bit." She closed the door once more and left me in my tragically beautiful dress robes. I sat down at my vanity and began to brush out my long hair. I opened a small box on my dresser and took out a handful of jewel encrusted hair pins. I twirled my wand around my head and my hair spun into an up-do.
The Weird Sisters were playing on Wizarding Wireless and I sang along as I applied my make-up. When I finished, I looked in my mirror. Everything looked perfect, except one thing looked out of place. I glanced down at my chest. There was a slightly large gap between my chest and the dress. There was only one thing I could do. I held my wand to my chest and quietly said "engorgio." I held my breath as I watched my breasts slowly grow until they just met the dress. What the hell, I thought to myself, and I allowed them to grow a little larger than necessary. I really hoped that nobody would notice.
I quickly removed my wand from my chest as the door opened. Hermione walked in and gasped when she saw me. "You look gorgeous, Ginny!"
"Thank you. So do you," I said to her. She was wearing a set of light pink dress robes.
She sat down on my bed and asked, "what time do we have to go?"
"Umm…" I glanced outside my window and sundown had just begun. The clock on my vanity said 7:27.
"We have three minutes, maybe we should go downstairs," I said to her. She agreed and our dresses swished behind us as we walked down the stairs. In the living room, Harry and Ron were waiting patiently, playing a game of wizard chess. Ron was sitting opposite to us and Harry had his back turned to us.
Ron was the first to notice us. He looked up from me to Hermione. His eyes rested on Hermione and she smiled widely. Harry than turned around and his mouth hung agape as he stared at me.
They walked towards us and Harry took my hand and kissed it. I laughed. "You look breathtaking, Ginny," he said to me, "may I escort you to the ball?"
"But of course," I answered, playing along. He looked so handsome. He was in a pair of dark red dress robes and he had combed his hair, yet it still stuck up in the back like it always had.
"Ginny!" Fleur said. She looked every inch a Veela. Her long blond hair swept her shoulders and she wore an ice blue gown made out of tulle and silk. Diamonds adorned her neck, ears, wrists and fingers.
I turned around to face her. "Yes?" I said.
"I have a gift for you," she said to me as she held out a small, purple velvet box tied with a silver ribbon. From behind me, I heard Irina snort, which was met with a nasty glance from Fleur. I opened it and it contained a necklace. It was not just any necklace. It was a string of pearls made out of large, turquoise pearls. Veela pearls.
Veela pearls were one of the rarest items on earth. They did not come from the ocean; they were tears from a Veela with a broken heart. Whoever wore Veela pearls would be blessed with luck and many of the Veela qualities while wearing them. The only catch was you were able to wear them for 24 hours a year.
"Fleur…I cannot accept this. These are Veela pears!" I handed them back to her.
"Ginny, take 'zem," she enclosed them tightly in my palm, "but don't wear 'zem now," she warned, "save them for a special occasion."
"Thank you so much Fleur," I said. I kissed her on each cheek as was customary in France.
"You are welcome, Ginny," she said to me.
My parents emerged from their bedroom as the clock struck 7:30. "Time to go, everyone," my mother said, "we are apparating there. Harry, Ginny, you two will need partners." My family members began disappearing with a pop. Harry found Ron and side-along apparated with him.
"Ginny, you vill come with me. Ok?" Irina said to me as she held out her arm.
"No!" Fleur shrieked before I could answer, "she 'ees coming with me!"
"No she is not, she is coming with me, right Ginny?" Irina said to me.
"Erm…I don't know," I said. Fleur and Irina each made a mad dash for me and I watched as they fell over, flat on their faces as someone grabbed my arm and I popped away.
"Ahh. Here we are," Hermione said letting go of my arm. We had arrived at a large, spectacular mansion made of stone. It actually looked more like a castle. The sun was slowly setting behind the mountains and the party guests and grounds were flooded in a dim, orange-pink light.
"Thank you for saving me, Hermione," I said to my friend.
"No problem," she laughed. "Let's go this way." She pointed to the large, double doors in the front of the house, thrown wide to welcome the party guests.
We entered a large room with shiny, marble floors and two bejeweled, sweeping staircases going off to each side. Straight ahead, there was a large, arched doorway. Music, laughter and chatter were emitting from it and we made our way through hundreds of gowns while avoiding spiky heels. We dashed for the nearest opening we could find and ducked, just as it was being closed in on by a fat warlock.
I placed my hands on my knees and my head down as I caught my breath. Hermione gasped, "Wow! Ginny! Look!" she nudged my arm and I stood up straight. I gasped at what I saw. This room, which appeared to be the party room, was decorated more beautifully and lavishly than anything I had ever seen before. Hanging rose gardens swept the high ceilings while fairies flew around floating candles. Tapestries depicting scenes of romance adorned the walls and ten foot tall ice sculptures dispensed champagne. A very long table, it must have been 50 feet long, was host to roast pigs, turkeys, steaks, chickens, quail and many other meats on one side. The middle was made up of millions of different entrees, salads, soups, stews and appetizers, while the table ended in a large circle with tons of deserts piled up high. That is where we found Ron and Harry.
They each had a large silver platter in hand, on to which they were piling miles of cakes, pastries, ice cream, candies, pies, tarts and glasses of desert wines. "You're going to make yourselves sick," I said to them.
They laughed. I caught Harry eyeing my newly "engorged" chest with delight. He put his platter down and asked me to dance. He held my hand as we made our way towards the dance floor, where many other couples were dancing. I placed my hand on Harry's shoulder, his hand on my back and our hands grasped firmly, we began to dance. No sooner did a waltz come on and Harry led me strongly.
"How do you know how to waltz?" I asked him, surprised.
He laughed, embarrassed. "A few summers ago I got bored at the Dursley's," he said as he spun me around in a full turn, his hand landing perfectly against my back.
As we were waltzing, an argument was heating up on the other side of the dance floor. Bill and Charlie were each dancing with their fiancées, who began to fight. They settled on having a dance off. All of the party guests crowded around the fiercely dancing women, cheering for their favorite.
My parents and the Davis', who had been engrossed in a truly riveting conversation about Goblin rights, and had not been noticing the event that was going on currently.
The band began to play faster and faster and faster as the dancers began waltzing at a faster pace. Sweat was dripping down Fleur and Irina's foreheads while the exchanged dirty glances while stepping and turning.
A small shriek emitted from Irina as she tumbled gracefully to the ground.
"Fleur…you…you," she growled. Fleur extended her hand towards the Romanian and helped her up. "Thank you," she said surprised.
"I am sorry 'zat I tripped you, Irina," Fleur said.
Irina nodded her head. "Hey…you are a wonderful waltzer, 'zough." Irina looked at her gratefully and they both started laughing and hugging. I turned to Harry and we exchanged a surprise glance and the party went back to normal.
A/N: I really didn't like this chapter. It took me a really long time to write though, but the plot will be thickening in the next few chapters- I promise. Please review!
