Prompt: "Unless I screw this up, I'm going to marry you." "Well, you better not mess this up." (B 5)
This drabble takes place three months after the war where Harry and Ginny dance at an anniversary party for her brother. This drabble is rated T. And yes, Fred, Tonks, and Remus are alive here, making it half canon, half A/U.
Note: this prompt is not on my bingo card.
The anniversary party was in full-swing and getting rowdier the longer it went on into the night. Champagne, mead, wine, and beer flowed freely and spirits such as firewhiskey were being downed by the shot-full. Harry had downed a couple of the offered shots when the floating tray came by, enjoying the pleasant warmth the alcohol sent through his body. He had to bite back a moan as he watched Ginny down her shot in one, smooth swallow before seductively licking a lingering drop from her upper lip, purposely maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. He had to stop himself from simply dragging her away to Grimmauld Place right then and there to ravish her the rest of the night. There would be plenty of time for the two of them to be alone later. Hours and days in which he could fully worship her glorious body.
Everywhere Harry looked guests of the party were letting loose and having fun. Charlie, Hagrid, Flitwick, and a couple of male Weasley cousins sat at a table towards the back of the erected marquis, loudly singing off-key to the live band playing. The twins were holding court in a corner away from the guests with Lee Jordan, Alicia Spinet, and Angelina Johnson, most likely talking about their planned fireworks show and future plans for the joke shop. Percy had unfortunately gotten dragged into a long one-sided conversation with a drunken Muriel. Ron was bickering with Hermione over going back up to the food table for thirds. And Bill and Fleur, for whom the party was being thrown for, were lost in each other on the dance floor.
Elsewhere, Harry could see that Andromeda Tonks was taking a fussy Teddy from Tonks and Remus so he could be put to bed and allow his parents to return to the party. In the middle of the dance floor, Luna was dancing crazily with Dean Thomas who was trying not to be hit by her wildly flailing limbs. And Professor McGonagall sat next to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley at a table near the dance floor talking with the couple while the three split a bottle of red wine.
After the Death Eaters had crashed and ruined Bill and Fleur's wedding reception the year prior, Mrs. Weasley had insisted on throwing a party to celebrate their one-year anniversary. It was a way to celebrate the couple and what they went through to get to today over the last year. Harry felt it was also in a way a party to celebrate the official end of the war, that things were finally moving forward towards more positive, joy filled days.
And right now, Harry was more than happy to dance with Ginny on the dance floor, the two of them slowly moving in time to the music being played.
"You know, if you told me two years ago that I would be dancing at Bill and Fleur's anniversary party and genuinely happy for them, I'd say you were bullshitting me." Ginny said. Harry's hands brought her closer to his body.
"It is amazing what can happen in a short amount of time." Harry said in agreement, thinking of how far his relationship with Ginny had progressed to where they were now over those two years.
"I'm actually surprised you wanted to dance considering how much you seemed to hate it at the Yule Ball."
Harry twirled her away before pulling her back to him, eliciting a squeal of delight from the redhead in his arms. "It's not that I hate it per se, but I rather enjoy dancing when it's with you."
"And you've not stepped on my toes once, I'm impressed."
"I'm not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not." Harry said feigning insult at her comment. Ginny simply laughed at his antics.
"Oh, it's definitely a compliment, Mr. Potter."
They fell into a comfortable silence for a while as they continued to move about the floor.
"You want to know something, Ginny?" Harry suddenly asked.
"What?"
"Unless I screw this up, I'm going to marry you." Ginny's eyes widened in shock for a minute before a smile as bright as the rising sun graced her face.
"Well, you better not mess this up." Ginny said coyly and brought his head down to her's for an impassioned kiss.
They reluctantly broke apart a few minutes later, need and desire for the other blooming within them. Ginny's hard, blazing look told him exactly what she was thinking about now, and it had nothing to do with remaining here. He took her hand in his and silently started leading her off the dance floor and towards the entrance of the marquis.
No one noticed the couple disapparate away a minute later into the night. And no one realized Ginny hadn't slept in her own bed and wasn't home until Mrs. Weasley went to wake her daughter up the next day for a late lunch.