Genevieve was sitting in the Gryffindor common room with Hermione and Ginny, the three girls talking with each other about the Yule Ball, which was starting in a couple hours, relaxing with each other. She was excited for it. Mrs. Weasley had bought her dress from a second-hand shop at the Muggle shops that was absolutely gorgeous and she was going with Ron. She couldn't be any happier. Well, it'd be nice if she could share this moment with her uncles, but she knew why she couldn't. She'd have pictures taken for them to see. She'd lost track of time and didn't realize what time it was until Mrs. Weasley came into the common room.

"There you are. I went to give you your dress and you weren't in your dormitory."

"Sorry, Mrs. Weasley. I was here and lost track of time."

"It's alright, dear. It actually works out quite well. I can help Ginny and Hermione too."

She smiled and nodded, getting up and going with them to help Ginny get ready first, and then Hermione once Ginny was done, talking with them and having fun. When it was her turn, she found herself getting nervous for some reason. Once her hair and makeup were done, she stood up and let the other three look at her.

"You're absolutely gorgeous, Gen! I mean it."

"Yeah. Ron won't know what hit him."

"You think so?"

She bit her lip lightly when they all nodded, going out to the hall where Bill and Charlie were waiting for their mum.

"Bill? Where's the camera, love? I want to get some pictures of the girls before they go."

"Right here, mum."

She stood next to Hermione and Ginny, being patient through the photo session that only ended when Charlie reminded Mrs. Weasley that they should actually go to the dance that they got dressed up for. She kissed Mrs. Weasley's cheek and hugged her.

"Thank you. You might not be my mum, but you treat me like your own and you don't have to. You have no idea how much that means to me."

Genevieve let out a nervous breath as she reached the last staircase, nervous to have the boys see her. It took a lot not to run away and hide. She didn't even know why she was so nervous, but she was.

"Come on, Vi. He'll love the dress and you're gonna have a ton of fun."

"I know. I don't know why I'm freaking out, but I am, 'Mione."

"Just breathe. You're fine."

She looked at Hermione when she looped her arm with hers, taking a couple moments to calm herself down before going downstairs with her. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest as she made her way down the steps. She felt her heart skip a beat when she saw Ron and then again when he spotted her. She gave him a nervous smile as she reached him, forgetting for a moment that they weren't alone. She looked him over and couldn't help but smile more. His suit was strange, but it suited him somehow.

"You're… Wow…"

"Gen, you look amazing."

She smiled, blushing softly as she looked at Harry.

"Thank you. You both look pretty dashing yourselves."

She smiled, looking over at Ron, who had gone bright red, going over to stand in front of him. With her heels, she was just as tall as him, maybe an inch taller, but she wasn't looking up at him as usual. She felt him grab her hand, something that he would do when he didn't know what to say. She smiled at him.

"Let's go find a table."

"Sounds good."

She waved goodbye to Harry and Hermione before going in with Ron, going to find a table with him, sitting down, and looking at him.

"You look beautiful tonight, Eve. I mean, you always look beautiful, but tonight you look super beautiful. Not saying that you don't always look super beautiful…"

"Ron?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. Your mum, Hermione, and Ginny helped me. It's weird to be in a dress like this. I kind of like it, though."

She smiled, feeling him watching her. She stood up with him when the champions were announced, cheering for all of them. She looked at Ron when the dancing started.

"I know you probably don't wanna dance. I'm not much of a dancer either. Wanna go take a walk?"

"Actually…"

She looked at him in surprise, noticing him blushing again.

"Really?"

"McGonagall gave us lessons."

She smiled at him, biting back a laugh. She wished she'd been able to see him learning how to dance. As if sensing what she'd been thinking, Ron took her hand and led her to the dance floor and pulled her close, waiting a second before getting the beat in his head before starting to dance with her. It was rough and unpolished, but it was one of the most romantic things he'd done for her. It made her smile, leaning into him a bit as they danced. She got two slow dances out of him before they went back to their table.

"Do you want some butterbeer?"

"I'd love some. But you don't have to get it for me. I can get it."

"It's fine. I'll be right back."

She smiled and nodded, biting her lip happily as Harry and Hermione sat down with her.

"What's with the smile, Gen?"

"Ron asked me to dance. I wasn't expecting him to ask me, but he did."

"That's great. You look happy."

"I am. I really am."

She smiled, talking with them until Ron came back. The four of them talked for hours, laughing and joking around. She spotted Severus standing off to the side and gave him a small wave, getting a smile in return. She danced with quite a few people, including Neville, got to know Fleur and Viktor, and had a huge amount of fun. By the time the Ball was over, Harry and Hermione were holding hands and looking very comfortable, Neville was talking nervously with a 4th Year Ravenclaw named Luna, there were at least 4 students caught making out (or further) in the various empty classrooms or broom closets, and Bill had spent quite a lot of time spying on Fleur. She had enough of watching him pretend to be interested in random things and went over to him, taking his arm and dragging him over to where Fleur was talking to her sister.

"Bonsoir, Fleur. Voici mon ami, Bill Weasley. Il vous a regardé toute la nuit en essayant de gagner le courage de vous parler. Ce qui me semble un peu ironique étant donné qu'il vit en Égypte en tant que briseur de malédictions pour la banque Gringotts. Il pense que tu es belle et ne parle pas français. Veuillez lui parler ou le sortir de sa misère. Quoi qu'il en soit, j'espère que le reste de votre nuit sera génial. Bonne nuit." (Good evening, Fleur. This is my friend, Bill Weasley. He's been watching you all night trying to gain the courage to talk to you. Which strikes me as just a little ironic considering that he lives in Egypt as a cursebreaker for Gringotts Bank. He thinks you're beautiful and doesn't speak French. Please talk to him or put him out of his misery. Either way, I hope the rest of your night is great. Good night.)

She patted Bill on the back, smirking as she walked back to Ron, hearing Bill stutter over his words as she walked away.

"Why does Bill look like he's going to crap himself?"

"I ratted him out to Fleur. Wanna go for a walk?"

"Sure."

She took his hand, lacing their fingers together as they left, walking down the halls in comfortable silence with him. They stopped outside the Charms classroom when Ron offered to take Gen's shoes for her when she'd mentioned that her feet were starting to hurt. She tried to insist that she could carry them herself, but he wouldn't let her, taking them from her and walking away with them. She laughed and followed him. They ended up in the Gryffindor common room. She looked around a bit as she sat down on the couch. She leaned into Ron as he sat down next to her, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Tonight was great. Thank you for asking me to dance, Ron."

"I'm sorry I was so horrible. Although, I don't anticipate dancing like that again, so…"

"You weren't that bad. And I'm not much of a dancer either. So don't feel bad."

She pulled him in for a soft kiss, still holding his hand. Before she knew it, the air shifted between them. A hunger grew inside her and one look into his eyes told her that he felt it too. She kissed him back just as deeply as he was kissing her, pulling away when she needed air. She took a breath before standing up and headed toward the stairs to the dormitory, looking over at him, silently telling him that she wanted him to follow her. She watched him come over to her and walked up the rest of the stairs and into the boys' dorm. She was glad to see that nobody else was there. Yet. She closed her eyes gently and nervously unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor and pool around her ankles. She looked into his eyes as he walked over. It didn't happen very often that Ron was rendered truly speechless, but he was stood in front of her, unable to say anything as he followed suit. Despite the goosebumps forming from the sudden chill covering her body, she felt as if she were suddenly burning up from the inside out. She started getting nervous enough to give her pause, but the fact that Ron was being surprisingly gentle made her realize she was ready. She took off her flower crown before laying down, nervously staring at the ceiling. She knew she should say something, but nothing came to mind. A million sentences that she should utter, and she was drawing a complete blank. But what did come to mind was the realization that she had no idea what to do. Sirius had made plenty of references that, until now, flown over her head, made tons of jokes and statements that made Remus blush deeply, but had never given her 'the talk'. Remus shied away from the topic as much as possible when it came to her. And Severus hadn't said a word about it either. She hadn't gone to Muggle school since she was 10. She had no knowledge of sex whatsoever. But Ron somehow seemed to know what to do, which made her unsure of how to feel, so all she could really do, besides saying no, was trust him.

Genevieve woke up the next morning, momentarily forgetting where she was until her brain registered the soreness that was setting in from the night before. She winced for a second as she rolled over onto her back, smiling when she spotted Ron still sleeping, the memories flooded into her brain. She kissed his shoulder gently, seeing him wake up slowly. It took a few more minutes before he fully woke up.

"Good morning, Ron."

"You sleep alright? You're not disappointed about last night, are you?"

"I slept fine. And no. I'm not disappointed about last night. I wasn't expecting any of that, but I liked it."

"Only liked?"

"Ron, we're 14 and it was our first time. You were the only one who seemed to know what they were doing."
"What do you mean?"

"I mean that everything I did last night was in reaction to what you did. I've never had anyone tell me what sex was let alone what to do when the moment comes. If it hadn't been for you being so calm and prepared, I would've freaked out more."

"In that case, can I admit something?"

"Anything."

"I had to ask Bill what to do. I had no idea either. I was panicking until you started reacting."

She couldn't help but laugh, kissing him softly.

"Maybe we should've asked more questions before we did anything."

She kissed him again, feeling him deepen the kiss at the same time she felt him growing against her, letting out a soft sigh of his name. She was starting to get lost in the experience of them being together when she heard the door open and shut, both of them stopping and looking toward the door. She was glad that the curtains were drawn. She recognized the voice, biting her lip as she looked at Ron.

"Good morning, you two. You should get dressed quickly. Your mum's here with Bill and Charlie, Ron. They're all here waiting to say goodbye to you. And you too, Gen."

"Will you hand me my dress, Harry?"

"We're the only ones here. And I'll be out of here in a moment. I just have to grab something."

She rolled her eyes before looking at Ron. The moment had passed and he could tell. When Harry had left, she got out of bed and looked around for her dress, only to realize that Harry had taken it. She cursed under her breath in angry French. She ended up wearing a pair of Ron's pajamas, blushing deeply as she walked downstairs with Ron, seeing Harry sitting with Hermione in the corner, both of them trying not to laugh out loud. She looked over at Mrs. Weasley and the others, trying to look confident, though seeing the twins bust out in knowing laughter deflated her a little. At this point, she knew she and Ron would never get away with this without someone saying something. All she could hope was that it would be over soon.

Genevieve sighed sadly as she sat down by the lake, Munchkin curled up in her lap while Brit perched behind her on a rock. She hadn't seen Ron in days and she had no idea why. After the LONG talk that his mum had with the two of them about sex and how they should've waited until they knew more might've freaked him out.

"You alright?"

She looked over to see Dracos sitting down next to her, giving him a sad smile.

"I will be. But I thought you had detention today?"

"Finished early. What's going on with you?"

"I haven't seen Ron in a few days and I'm worried about him."

"I still don't understand how you can be with Weasley. All of them are so weird."

"Stop with that shit, Draco. You can't keep bouncing back and forth between being jealous of my friendship with them and hating on them. You know what you have to do to change that. I tried to do it for you but you didn't take that opportunity. That's on you."

She let out a huff as she watched him flounder for something to say.

"I'm sorry."

She sighed and shook her head, looking back out on the water. She spent the next hour talking to Draco, but when she'd mentioned her father, he started asking more questions. Deeper questions. Despite not wanting to, she kept answering the questions until he took off, confused as to why he was running away, but when Neville came over, she got distracted by the conversation.