Chapter 12: How Deep is Your Love?
Ron was painfully stepping on Luna's feet to the point where they just gave up dancing. Ron ended up taking her upstairs, kissing her good night and crashed in the boy's dormitory.
Blake on the other hand couldn't believe his luck. Not only was he dancing with Ginny really Muggle club like but she was literally all over him. But once inside the broom cupboard Blake stopped them for the first time that night.
"Okay, Ron would kill me if I took your virginity Ginny. I don't think I can do this. And we are so young…"
"Blake I've already slept with three different guys. And if you don't want to stick yourself in anything than fine, I'll just suck you dry." Ginny had a sexy smile on her face.
"I think that will be as far as I am willing to go tonight." Blake said
"Then drop your pants."
Kami and Oliver were having a blast. They were the only couple who actually stayed and had fun dancing the entire time. Even though they were the ones that would be having problems soon since Oliver was graduating.
"Okay, thank you students for coming to the annual Winter Ball. Now off to bed. We'll be checking all broom cupboards in 15 minutes!" Professor McGonagall called out.
"You know she said nothing about the Prefect's bathroom." Oliver gave Kami a smirk.
"Come off it Oliver." Kami smiled back and laced her fingers with his.
"What are we going to do next year?" Oliver had sat down beside Kami in one of the squishy chairs by the Gryffindor fire.
"You're going to go play Keeper for a big shot Quidditch team and I'll be here."
"I will write every day."
"I'd like hearing from you Oliver. I'll be your biggest fan. I'll get your fan club started."
"There is no way I'll ever be more famous than you."
"Why do you say that?"
"Every guy on the planet already knows about you."
"Really now? How deep does your love go? Only fame deep?" Kami is not one who gets worked up easy but when you mention how famous she is she gets insulted. Because like Harry, Kami hates being famous.
"You know I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry. Kami look at me. I'm not the cheesy sort. I'm not the gushy mush sort either. I tell it like it is. I think that is the reason that we are good for each other. Because we speak our minds."
"We are a damn broken arrow."
"I love you though. Please Kami." With tears still in her eyes Kami scooted closer to Oliver and he kissed her.
"I'm going to bed Oliver. Good night." Once she was in her dormitory Oliver whispered to himself the entire way to his bed.
"How'd things go?" Percy poked his head through the door.
"I didn't get laid. But I came into tonight knowing that I wouldn't. I really think I love her but..."
"It's complicated?" Percy finished.
"Yeah, I am not sure if we will even make it past this summer. Why am I even feeling like this?"
"Because you might not have cared for her like that at first, but now that you are starting to, you feel like it's love when you might just have the crush on her that you should have had in the beginning."
"You know what you're right Percy. Night."
"Night Oliver." Percy left and went up the final set of stairs to Head dorm.
"So, I had fun tonight Hermione." Harry had his hands in his pockets and was looking at the ground. Hermione rolled her eyes at his awkwardness.
"I did too Harry. Um…well good night then. I'll see you in the morning." Hermione turned to walk up the stairs to the girls dormitory.
"You're forgetting something Hermione." Harry finally won the internal battle in his head and grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her back towards him. He leaned forward and softly put a small chaste kiss on Hermione's lips.