A/N: This is my first ever fanfiction. Hope you enjoy it. And I do not own any of the characters or the part written in italics, they're all JK Rowling's. I'm just borrowing them for a while. Again, the part in italics are from the book - Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire.
Moved On
"Right," said Ron, who looked extremely put out, "this is getting stupid. Ginny, you can go with Harry, and I'll just-"
"I can't," said Ginny, and she went scarlet too. "I'm going with Neville. He asked me when Hermione said no, and I thought…well…I'm not going to be able to otherwise, I'm not in fourth year." She looked extremely miserable. "I think I'll go and have dinner," she said, and she got up and walked off to the portrait hole, her head bowed.
The portrait of the Fat Lady slammed shut behind her as she leaned against the wall beside the portrait, panting as though she had run a long mile. She heard Ron say, "What's got into them?" , but ignored everything as many thoughts raced through her mind.
Why couldn't she have waited a bit longer? If she had, she could've gone with Harry to the Ball. He could've seen the real Ginny - the funny, fiery, stubborn Ginny. But no, she HAD to go and say 'yes' to Neville. Fighting the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes, she walked down to the Great hall. She was angry – angry at Neville for asking her. Angry at Harry for not asking. Angry at Ron for suggesting that she could go with Harry. And above all that, she was angry at herself for feeling this way. She was over him. She had gone over this with Hermione. She was absolutely over him. She had not even blushed or acted weird around him. Then why, why did she feel this way now?
She wiped the tears that she didn't know had fallen, and sat between her friends. If she couldn't go with Harry, she would make sure to have a great time with Neville.
On Christmas, Ginny woke quite early. There were presents on the foot of her bed. She quickly got up and hurriedly opened them. There was the usual jumper - emerald green, this year, with a letter 'G' in the middle - from her mom, a box of chocolate frogs from Ron and a homework planner from Hermione. Fred and George had sent her a Skiving Snackbox. There were other presents from her brothers and one from Hagrid.
In the afternoon, she was out in the grounds with her brothers, Hermione and Harry to play snowball fight, though Hermione chose to watch rather than participate. At four thirty, she decided to get ready for the Ball. She wore the dress robes that her mum had packed for her; light green with a red bow at the back. She thought she looked like a Christmas present.
After she was ready, she decided to check on Hermione. She made her way to the fourth year girls' dormitory. Parvati and Lavender were all dressed up and was now helping Hermione. At first glance, Ginny couldn't recognise her. She wore robes of a floaty, periwinkle-blue material. Her hair was no longer bushy, but sleek and shiny and was put in an elegant knot with small curls dangling in the front. She wore a fair amount of make-up. All in all, Ginny thought, she looked absolutely beautiful.
"Wow, Hermione, you look wonderful!" she exclaimed. Hermione smiled at her, "Thank you. You look amazing too, Ginny!".
She went down to the common room, where she met Neville. He looked great, too. He wore dark blue-black dress robes. They both went down to the Great Hall.
They had the feast, after which the dancing began. The champions danced first, after which the others joined. Ginny and Neville danced for a couple of songs. She kept wincing every now and then as Neville was trodding on her feet. She tried her best not to glance at Harry.
'The night had gone pretty great', Ginny thought as she lay in her bed that night. 'Though her feet were still hurting'.
And she was definitely over him. She had moved on.
A/N : It is a one-shot. Hope you enjoyed it. And don't forget to review, please.