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On the night of the Witch Weekly Awards, Harry was extremely nervous. He had never won an award of this sort before.

You might not even win at all, Harry reminded himself. I'm sure that a lot of people have done more important stuff in the last five years than I have. And loads of witches and wizards have better smiles than I do.

Harry had gotten brand new, dark blue dress robes for this occasion (The shop was out of green). He had gotten a hair cut, it was now short, spiked, and bleached on the tips. Harry had also gotten new glasses, his old ones that his father had gotten him as a Graduation present were really scratched and were constantly getting lost. Harry's new ones were rimless, and had an Anti-scratch charm on them. Hermione and Ron had gotten tickets too, and were sitting with Ginny and Harry, at the same table.

Ginny had accepted his invitation to the Awards, and Harry would be picking her up along with Ron, who was picking up Hermione. Ginny had seemed quite happy when Harry asked her to go with him.

"I've been getting really bored here, and I need new dress robes anyway," were her exact words. Nevertheless, she had blushed deeply when he had asked her.

Ron had been shocked to find out what had happened to her. When he and Harry had gone looking for new robes, Harry had to hold back Ron when Matt walked by the store.

Harry ran a brush through his hair and looked once more in the mirror.

Maybe I should start growing a goatee, Harry thought to himself, rubbing a finger on his chin. Nah.

Harry, not having anything else to do, Disapparated and Apparated to Hermione's apartment. Hermione answered the door, in her dress robes.

"Hello Harry," Hermione said. "My, my, my, you do look nice tonight."

"Thanks, Herm. So do you," Harry said. "Is Ginny still here?"

"Of course, but she's still grooming. Why don't you come in and wait for her."

Hermione held the door open so Harry could walk inside. As usual, the room was neat, organized, and full of spell books.

"Make yourself at home," Hermione said, motioning to a plush leather chair.

Harry sat down and looked around the room at some of the paintings.

"Ahem," said Hermione from a doorway to Harry's right. "May I present, her highness-ouch! Stop poking me!- Ginny Weasley!" Hermione stepped to the side and revealed… an angel. Ginny's red hair was piled on top of her head, with a few strands spilling onto her shoulders. Her robes were a pale pink, with little roses embroidered on the hem and collar. Her lips were red and she had a soft blush on her cheeks.

"I think Harry's starting to drool," Hermione whispered to Ginny.

"I am not," Harry said. "It's just that… wow, Ginny. You look… gorgeous."

"Thanks," Ginny said, blushing more deeply.

"Are you ready to go?" Hermione asked. "I'm meeting Ron in front of the theatre."

"We're all ready, aren't we?" Harry said, standing up.

"Yes," Ginny said. "Let's go."

Harry extended his hand for Ginny to take. She put her hand in his timidly, and all three of them Disapparated.

Harry was greatly reminded of the Academy Awards for Muggles when they appeared in front of the Merlin theatre. There was a giant, blue carpet, and several wizards and witches milling around. Harry could see several reporters walking around, occasionally stopping witches and wizards to talk.

Ron was waiting to the side. Hermione went up to him and they linked arms, then they both walked back over to Harry and Ginny.

"Hello," said a witch. "I am Morgana Freeman from Witch Weekly. I hope that you don't mind if I ask you a few questions."

"No, we don't mind," Hermione said, earning herself a glare from Harry.

"Why have you decided to come to the Witch Weekly Awards?"

"We're here to see if Harry wins the Most Charming Smile Award and the Biggest Accomplishment Award." Ginny said softly.

"Ah, Mr. Potter," said Morgana Freeman, "Is this your date?"

"Er-"

"Yep," Hermione said, answering for him.

"This is Ginny Weasley," Harry said. Ginny blushed deeply, but smiled all the same.

"And for our last question, do you mind if we take a picture of all of you, and get your names?" Morgana motioned to a man beside her, who had a camera.

"We don't mind," Hermione and Ron said.

"Neither do we," said Ginny. After squishing together, they all smiled and the man took a picture with a very bright flash.

"Thank you very much," said Morgana, after writing down their names. The four of them continued down the carpet.

Harry passed Horatio, who was there with his wife. Harry and Ginny walked up and asked him how he was doing.

"Good," Horatio replied. "I'm here to do some work. I believe that a former Death Eater is going to be here, and I have to morph now, so go away."

Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione walked over to the entrance where several House Elves were helping people get seated. Harry gave a House Elf with large, electric blue eyes their names. Then the House Elf led them to a table, where three people were already seated.

Ginny was looking around the giant theatre, there was a giant picture on the ceiling. The picture reminded Harry of the ceiling at Hogwarts, it was of a bright, sunny sky, even though it was starting to get dark outside.

"Mr. Potter?" said a voice behind him. Harry turned around in his seat and saw a man in black robes standing there. "I am a producer of the Witch Weekly awards. I was just informed that one of our presenters would not be able to attend. I was wondering if you would like to present the award for the Best Song by a Witch or Witches?"

"Come on Harry," Ginny said, patting his arm. "Go ahead. Say yes."

"I guess so," Harry said.

"Great," said the producer. "At 8:30 I will send a House Elf to come get you so you can be prepared."

"All right."

They waited about 10 more minutes, while the rest of the wizards and witches got seated. All of a sudden the ceiling turned from day to night, and the theatre went dark.

"Welcome!" Said a booming voice that echoed around the room, "To the 213th annual Witch Weekly Awards!" There were several flashes of light on the stage, and a giant explosion, with purple sparkling smoke. A witch had appeared where the explosion occurred.

"Welcome, everyone, welcome," Said the witch. "I am Gilda Humphrey from Witch Weekly. Over the last five years we have been keeping our eyes out for people who have done extraordinary things, or have helped the Wizarding community in some way. I am going to be presenting the first award, which is the Most Reckless Flyer in a Quidditch Game." Gilda Humphrey started to read off a list of names from a little card in her hands. "And the winner is… Bartholomew "Speed" Norman!" There was enormous applause. Speed had not told Harry that he was nominated for any awards. Speed, who was seated about five tables away from Harry, stood up and walked up to the stage.

"Cool," He said. "This is just… wow! I mean, I'm speechless…"

Speed stuttered through his whole speech, where he thanked a load of people. All of the speeches were like that. Harry was getting quite bored, and was most relieved when a House Elf came around to get him.

"Sir needs to follow Clinkers," said the Elf. "Clinkers will bring Sir backstage."

"Good luck Harry," Ginny whispered.

"See you soon," Ron said, punching Harry guyishly in the shoulder.

Harry stood up and followed Clinkers to a door on the side. About one hundred witches and wizards were rushing around.
"Oh, Mr. Potter," said the wizard who had talked to him earlier. "You're presenting next, here is your card. After the nominees are announced by you, the winner's name will appear on the card. Good luck."

"Thanks," Harry said. He breathed deeply and walked out onto the stage when his name was called.

"And now! Presenting the Best Song by a Witch or Witches, is Harry Potter!" There was enormous applause as he walked onto the stage.

Harry could see Ron and Hermione yelling "Go Harry!"

Several girls from the audience were shouting.

"Will you marry me?!"

"Er…" Harry said, semi-shocked to find his voice was magically magnified. "No thanks. All right, the nominees for the Best Song my a Witch or Witches are…"

Harry read the names off of the card and right before his eyes the words rearranged to form the words Celestina Warbeck.

"The winner is Celestina Warbeck!" Harry read. There was more applause and the announcer started to say "This is Celestina Warbeck's fourth Witch Weekly Award…"

Celestina started to walk up to the stage. A gold magazine, with the words Witch Weekly on the cover appeared in Harry's hand. He gave it to Celestina as she pecked him on the cheek.

"Good luck on your awards Harry," She whispered in a singsong voice.

Harry walked offstage while Celestina did an acceptance speech.

During a brief intermission, one of the people at Harry's table told him that the Most Charming Smile award was coming up next, and then the Biggest Accomplishment Award was going to be the very last.

As the nominees were read off of the card by the head singer in the Weird Sisters, Ginny patted Harry's hand as if to say, "Don't worry."

Harry smiled appreciatively at her.

"And the winner is Gilderoy Lockhart! For the 13th year in a row!"

There was clapping.

"You should have gotten it," Ginny said. "Your smile is much cuter than his is."

Suddenly she turned a brilliant shade of pink and looked down at her hands.

"It's okay," Harry said. "Besides I don't really want to be compared to Lockhart anyway."

Ginny smiled at him.

Harry and Ginny chatted for a little bit, during the last hour of the award show.

"And now, for the award you have all been waiting for!" said the Minister of Magic (For those of you who don't know, in Harry's seventh year Cornelius Fudge was killed by Death Eaters, so a new one was elected). "The nominees are… Harry Potter!-"

Harry turned red and smiled as the Minister read off the other names.

"And the winner is * dramatic pause * Harry Potter!"

Harry was shocked. Ginny threw her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek.

"You won!" said Hermione happily. "Go up there to get your award."

Harry stood up, and started to walk to the stage, several people were giving him a standing ovation.

Harry shook hands with the Minister of Magic while he was handed his award. He turned toward the audience and said, "Thanks. Er… I really don't know what to say. Thank you to Witch Weekly, for feeling that I had the biggest Accomplishment, and to my friends, to my family, Sirius, Remus, to my teachers, Professor Dumbledore, and to the school nurse, Madame Pomfrey. I can't think of anything else to say. Goodnight, and thank you."

There was more applause as Harry walked offstage.

"Congratulations Mr. Potter," said one of the stagehands.

"Mr. Potter, would you mind if we have some photos taken?" asked another witch.

"Sure, why not."

Harry posed with his award and smiled while several people from various magazines and newspapers took pictures.

About thirty minutes later, Harry was allowed to leave. He walked out of the giant doors, with several House Elves bowing as he passed.

Ginny, Ron and Hermione were waiting outside for him.

"Congratulations Harry!" Hermione squealed.

"Can I see the award?" Ron asked.

"Yeah," Harry said, handing it to him.

"Jeez, this thing is heavy," Ron said, weighing it in his hands. "It must weigh ten pounds."

"Great job Harry," Ginny said, standing off to the side and blushing.

"I really think that we should get home," Hermione said, "It's almost midnight."

"Okay," Ginny said. "But wait, I need to speak with Harry for a second."

"All right," Ron said. He linked his arm with Hermione and they both disappeared.

"What's the matter Gin?" Harry asked.

"I just wanted to say thank you, for all you've done," Ginny said. "I really appreciate it."

"Don't worry about it," Harry said, reaching over and patting Ginny on the shoulder. She flinched.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Harry said, pulling his hand back.

"No," Ginny said. "It's just that…" Harry could see the tears welding up in her eyes.

"It's just that breaking up with you was a big mistake."

"Ginny-"

"Harry," Ginny said. "Breaking up with you was the stupidest thing I ever did in my life."

"Gin, the worst thing I ever did was let you walk away." Ginny looked up at Harry, a tear trickling down her cheek. Harry reached up and brushed it away. Then, timidly, he leaned forward and kissed her.

When he pulled away Ginny had her eyes closed. She slowly opened them and said. "I'll see you soon then, Harry?"

"Very soon, hopefully," Harry replied.

"Goodnight Harry."

"Goodnight Gin."

A.N. * Sigh * Now I feel all mushy and romanticy. I hope that you enjoyed the chapter, now please review!!!!!!! They are really appreciated!!

Malena