A/N: Ohh, only one more chapter till the end! And to think, this was such
fun to watch as it wrote itself…*Sniffs*. Oh well. I'll just have to start
another one, now won't I? Bwa ha ha ha ha….
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. At all. Wish it did.
Harry sat before the fire, head in hands.
^Oh my God.^
We are going to die.
^No kidding.^
Ginny Weasley.
^And us taking her to the ball.^
It's wonderful and terrible at once.
^At least we're not wearing a hole in the carpet.^
Harry glanced at Ron, who had been pacing incessantly since they had left dinner. He had transfigured, with Harry's help, a few of his old robes into jeans and a blue shirt that matching his eyes. They had come downstairs with his shirt tucked in and hair carefully combed down. Harry stifled a laugh at his friend's appearance; his shirt was half-out, half still tucked in, and his hair was up in stiff points from the 'Gellious' spell he had used on it.
Harry smoothed down his shirt self-consciously. Ron had told him it matched his eyes, with the bright green shade, but now Harry wasn't so sure. His jeans were dark navy, almost black in their color.
^You have the necklace, right?^
I thought you had it.
^Bloody…^
Wait; it's in our pocket.
^Thank God.^
Harry nervously picked up the delicate chain and contemplated the dancing flames through the green heart. The color matched his shirt exactly, not that it helped him decide the color of his eyes.
Suddenly a door creaked upstairs. Harry jumped to his feet, shoving the chain into his pocket. Ron stopped pacing, and the other dozen boys in the room straightened shirts, smoothed hair, or, in the case of Fred and George, picked out a few more choice 'treats' for the girls.
A flood of girls flowed down the stairs, and Harry searched in vain for a certain redhead. The only red thing he saw was a handful of pheasant feathers attached to Parvati's head. He shuddered at the look, but Dean didn't seem to mind, judging by the passionate look he gave her while shaking her hand vigorously.
Harry's attention was pulled back to the stairs by the sound of delicate footsteps. He caught one brief glimpse of Ron's shocked expression before he saw Ginny.
His thoughts went flying into a million tiny pieces which conglomerated into a huge, quivering lump.
^Oh. My. God.^
Ginny. Weasley.
^Us.^
Together.
^Ball.^
Oh YEAH!
Ginny's deep red hair was thrown into contrast with her dark green dress and tiara, giving her an aureole of gorgeous color around her face. Harry met her eyes and instantly got the impression of drowning in chocolate.
"Well, are you going to say anything?" Hermione demanded of Ron. Her voice was as commanding as it usually was, but as she reached the end of her question her face slid into an expression of blushing delight.
"Er…..wow?" Ron tried half-heartedly.
"Ginny…I…er…you look…uh…amazing…gorgeous…" Harry suddenly realized what he'd said, and shut his mouth. But Ginny just blushed and gave him a sparkling smile.
"Thanks. You look great yourself." Her words snapped Harry out of his chocolate-induced trance and back into the present.
"Oh…I have something for you."
Her eyes got even bigger, if that was possible, and she stepped forward.
"You do? What is…oh my god…"
Her voice got very quiet as he held out the necklace. He grinned shyly, carefully clipping it around her neck. She looked down, touched it fearfully, then looked back up at him.
"It's for me?"
Harry nodded.
"Yeah."
Ginny looked down again, fingering the emerald, then suddenly threw her arms around him.
"Oh my god, thank you so much! I'll never be able to repay you…"
"Yes you can," Harry whispered in her ear.
She pulled away, just so she could meet his eyes. He almost laughed at the incredulous expression in her eyes.
"How?"
"Dance with me tonight at the ball."
A slow smile spread across her face, and she began to laugh.
"Well, then let's go down so I can start paying my debt!"
"Let's," Harry took her hand unconsciously, and was rewarded when, instead of pulling away, she moved closer to him. They stepped out of the Common Room, followed by Ron and Hermione.
A/N: Reviews:
HarryandGinny4eva: 'A bit' is the understatement of the millennium.
Gabnif: I know; I apologize profusely. This is my penance, getting the 19th chapter out next day. Forgive me *falls on knees begging*
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. At all. Wish it did.
Harry sat before the fire, head in hands.
^Oh my God.^
We are going to die.
^No kidding.^
Ginny Weasley.
^And us taking her to the ball.^
It's wonderful and terrible at once.
^At least we're not wearing a hole in the carpet.^
Harry glanced at Ron, who had been pacing incessantly since they had left dinner. He had transfigured, with Harry's help, a few of his old robes into jeans and a blue shirt that matching his eyes. They had come downstairs with his shirt tucked in and hair carefully combed down. Harry stifled a laugh at his friend's appearance; his shirt was half-out, half still tucked in, and his hair was up in stiff points from the 'Gellious' spell he had used on it.
Harry smoothed down his shirt self-consciously. Ron had told him it matched his eyes, with the bright green shade, but now Harry wasn't so sure. His jeans were dark navy, almost black in their color.
^You have the necklace, right?^
I thought you had it.
^Bloody…^
Wait; it's in our pocket.
^Thank God.^
Harry nervously picked up the delicate chain and contemplated the dancing flames through the green heart. The color matched his shirt exactly, not that it helped him decide the color of his eyes.
Suddenly a door creaked upstairs. Harry jumped to his feet, shoving the chain into his pocket. Ron stopped pacing, and the other dozen boys in the room straightened shirts, smoothed hair, or, in the case of Fred and George, picked out a few more choice 'treats' for the girls.
A flood of girls flowed down the stairs, and Harry searched in vain for a certain redhead. The only red thing he saw was a handful of pheasant feathers attached to Parvati's head. He shuddered at the look, but Dean didn't seem to mind, judging by the passionate look he gave her while shaking her hand vigorously.
Harry's attention was pulled back to the stairs by the sound of delicate footsteps. He caught one brief glimpse of Ron's shocked expression before he saw Ginny.
His thoughts went flying into a million tiny pieces which conglomerated into a huge, quivering lump.
^Oh. My. God.^
Ginny. Weasley.
^Us.^
Together.
^Ball.^
Oh YEAH!
Ginny's deep red hair was thrown into contrast with her dark green dress and tiara, giving her an aureole of gorgeous color around her face. Harry met her eyes and instantly got the impression of drowning in chocolate.
"Well, are you going to say anything?" Hermione demanded of Ron. Her voice was as commanding as it usually was, but as she reached the end of her question her face slid into an expression of blushing delight.
"Er…..wow?" Ron tried half-heartedly.
"Ginny…I…er…you look…uh…amazing…gorgeous…" Harry suddenly realized what he'd said, and shut his mouth. But Ginny just blushed and gave him a sparkling smile.
"Thanks. You look great yourself." Her words snapped Harry out of his chocolate-induced trance and back into the present.
"Oh…I have something for you."
Her eyes got even bigger, if that was possible, and she stepped forward.
"You do? What is…oh my god…"
Her voice got very quiet as he held out the necklace. He grinned shyly, carefully clipping it around her neck. She looked down, touched it fearfully, then looked back up at him.
"It's for me?"
Harry nodded.
"Yeah."
Ginny looked down again, fingering the emerald, then suddenly threw her arms around him.
"Oh my god, thank you so much! I'll never be able to repay you…"
"Yes you can," Harry whispered in her ear.
She pulled away, just so she could meet his eyes. He almost laughed at the incredulous expression in her eyes.
"How?"
"Dance with me tonight at the ball."
A slow smile spread across her face, and she began to laugh.
"Well, then let's go down so I can start paying my debt!"
"Let's," Harry took her hand unconsciously, and was rewarded when, instead of pulling away, she moved closer to him. They stepped out of the Common Room, followed by Ron and Hermione.
A/N: Reviews:
HarryandGinny4eva: 'A bit' is the understatement of the millennium.
Gabnif: I know; I apologize profusely. This is my penance, getting the 19th chapter out next day. Forgive me *falls on knees begging*
