Ginny took the letter form the snowy owl's beak, her eyes wide. Hedwig was Harry's owl. Why was Harry sending her something? She opened it and read it quickly, paling by the second.

"A RESTRAINING ORDER?" she cried. The Great Hall went quiet, then a dull buzz filled the room. Ginny tucked the letter back into it's envelope, stomped over to Harry and loomed over him. She began ripping up the legal documents, one by one, tear by tear, until the whole thing was shredded on Harry's head.

"That's what I think of your 'restraining order'" Ginny said, and as she walked out, Harry rushed after her.

"I didn't send you that." he said in a shaky voice. "I did not send you that."

"Oh, really? And I'm the Lady of the Dance! I saw your signature on it."

"I didn't send it to you. I would never even get a restraining order. Especially not for you." He blushed at his words and rushed back into the hall.

Ginny stood their, heart pounding, mind racing, winded. She looked back at the space where Harry had been and gave a small whoop and then said in a whisper ,"I love you, Harry Potter, and there's no way you or I can change that."

"ANOTHER BALL? I had to deal with the last one, and now, and now, there's ANOTHER ONE?" Ron roared. He paced back and forth in front of the fire. Ginny was sorting through the letters on her lap.

"What are those?" he asked, suddenly interested.

"Nothing, its nothing." she said, blushing.

"Then why have you gone red as the background on the Gryffindor flag?" He snatched up a letter from his younger sister and began to read. His eyes widened with every word.

"Are they all like this? All asking?"

Ginny gave a small nod.

"Your more wanted than Parvati Patill! You've got what, 80 letters there?"

"101."

"Blimey! There are only 140 boys in this school!"

"No way!" Lavendar said, sitting next to Ron. "Only 140?"

"Yeah, cause there's 5 boys in each year, 7 years, that's 35, 4 houses, 140. Hermione told me. So you must have everyone, besides the Slytherins and few."

"There seem like so much more than that." Parvati said from her seat next to Lavendar. She was still a little stiff about Ron's comment.

Ginny shrugged and stood over the piles on the floor. "There sorted by year and house. I checked the yearbooks." She reviewed the names on the letters again and her eyes went a little dark. "Besides most of the Slytherins, the only one's left are you, Fred, George, Seamus, Dean, and-"

"Harry."

Harry looked sullenly down at the floor.

"What is wrong with me, what is wrong with me, what is wrong with-"

"Nothing, mate." said Ron, patting him on the back. "But if you lay a hand on her I swear-"

"You'll strangle me, drown me, and strangle me again?"

"Bloody hell. How'd you know?"

"You talk in your sleep."

"Oh, well, I stick to it!"

"Yes, I know. Why do you think I'm muttering?"

"Because you didn't ask her to the dance?"

"Oh, bloody hell. That's a new problem!"

"Sorry to tell you this, mate, but you've gone nutters."

Ginny ran into the 6th year Gryffindor girls dorms. "Hermione? Hermione!"

"Yes?" the girl asked from the bathroom. "Why, Ginny, is that you?"

"Yes, and Hermione, I need your help. See, you're older than me, and more experienced with conjuring, and I need some help with a spell I'm working on."

"Dress robes?" Hermione asked, coming out of the bathroom, hair wet, cocking an eyebrow.

"Err...yes."

"Buy some." Then Hermione realized what she'd said. "Oh, Ginny, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean..."

"Yes, you did." Ginny looked at her, tears in her eyes. "You know...you know that we can't afford such things and you did mean it. I'll figure it out on my own." She walked out of the room, a small sob escaping her.

"YOU WHAT?!" Ron bellowed.

"I told her to buy some! I didn't know what I was saying!"

"And she ran crying? Hermione, you know Ginny's sensitive about these things especially after...you know."

Hermione nodded. Percy had always helped Ginny with everything, and after his death, she was placed in his position, and her heart was broken. She was to be the top student, prefect, head girl, and she had been put through so much.

"I didn't mean to."

"I know, Hermione, I know. But Ginny probably didn't understand. She's very literal these days."

"Except for with Harry."

"Yes. Yes, that's true."

"And she's been rather odd lately, what with boys screaming at her and all."

"Yes, I don't know what happened. I think somebody said something about her during that class I missed."

"Yes."

It was one day until the dance, and Ginny was still dateless, not that practically every boy hadn't tried to get her, and she was hoping that the boy she wanted to ask her would. She had her dress robes practically done, and she was doing the finishing touches. They were gold satin, and she was doing beadwork in gold roccaile beads around the edges. The neck was square and she had sewn little leaf patterns in the beads all around it, along with the cuffs on the angled sleeves and the flowing hem. She was working on the last leaf, sitting on an empty couch in the empty commonroom. Harry had still not asked her to go, and if he didn't, she didn't know what she would do.

"Harry, come on, we'll be late for the dance." Ron said in monotone.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." He gave a last frustrated attempt to flatten his hair and followed on down the stairs to the commonroom. "Do you think Ginny will be there?"

"How should I know? I'm her brother." He waved over the crowd to a very pretty looking Hermione. She ran over to him and the two walked out of the commonroom to the Great Hall. Harry ran after them like a celebrity third wheel.

"Did you know that Ginny Weasly didn't come?" said a fifth year Gryffindor girl named Mikayla.

"Oh, really?" asked Parvati.

"Yes, she was really depressed. She just sat there, her robes all laid out on her bed. She had make-up on and everything and she was wearing a green dress, but she just sat there, and it looked like she was crying." Mikayla continued.

"Dreadful." Lavendar said, shaking her head. "All because Harry didn't ask her."

"How'd you know that?" asked Mikayla with wide eyes.

"I See the Divine Ways."

"What?"

"I'm getting an A+ in Divination."

"Oh."

Ron looked over at Harry, who was also eavesdropping on the conversation. He raised an eyebrow with a "You should have asked her" smile and went to dance with Hermione.

Many halls and several rooms away, a depressed, weeping Ginny Weasly lay on her bed. All of a sudden, she sat up, a determined look on her face, whisked her robes on, and in her mind concocted a plan.

Harry looked up as the huge doors to the Great Hall swung open. There stood a small but pretty Ginny Weasly, and as she marched up to the table where Malfoy was, Harry saw a trace of tears on her face.

"We're dancing." Ginny ordered at Malfoy, who raised a blonde brow.

"Who says?"

"I do."

"Fine then. Might as well do it properly." Malfoy bowed and took her hand, then whisked her out onto the dance floor.

"Who's Ginny dancing with?" Ron asked Harry as he sat down, three butterbeers in his hands. Hermione sat next to him. Harry's mouth was set in a grim line. He glared at Ginny's dance partner and watched as they talked.

"You don't want to know." Harry hissed.

"Yes, I do-wait a second. Is that MALFOY?"

"I told you, you didn't want to-"

But Ron was already storming onto the dance floor.

"Do you think we should stop him?" Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head and Hermione understood. This was the one time Ron would fight the battle, Harry's battle, and Harry was sick of fighting. And it also might get him Ginny.

"What do you think you're doing?" Ron asked Ginny as he stopped the whirling duo.

"Dancing?" Ginny said elegantly.

"Yes, I know, but with Malfoy? If Mum saw you now, she'd go ballistic!"

"I don't care what MUM thinks. I care what I think!"

"Ginny, you are in serious trouble. I'm sending an owl to Mum as soon as possible."

"So what? So you aren't always the mess-up?"

"You know that isn't why I'm doing this!" Ron roared. Ginny stood her ground.

"Yes, it is! You just don't want me to be happy!"

"You don't even LIKE Malfoy. You've liked Harry since you MET him. You practically fainted the first time you saw him at our house!"

"So what?! What if my tastes have changed?"

"As if! If Percy was still alive and he saw you like this, he'd die again!"

Ginny stood there, wide eyed, shocked, and hurt. "I can't believe you went so low as to mention the death of your own brother to stop me from dancing with Draco." She ran out of the Hall.

Ron stormed off to the table where Harry and Hermione sat.

"Ron, I-I-I'm-"

"Don't even say it, Hermione. I'm disappointed in me, too."

A/N: so, how'd you like it? good as the last three? r/r.