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Rating: PG-13
Author: Grace [philosophy897]
Pairing: Hr./G
A/N: It's been awhile since the last chapter but I've just been taking some
time one this one. Hope you enjoy and please give me some feedback.
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A small, signifigant manilla colored poster hung up in the Great Hall. On it were ten names written in emerald green ink, each seemed to shimmer as if to bring even more attention to themselves. These ten names read as follows: Parvati Patil Padma Patil Lavender Brown Lunette Moon Chance Shiner Lucky Somerhalder Juliet Zanders Pansy Parkinson Ginny Weasley Ron Weasley Above the names in bold black print were the words Dance Comittee and below the names was the small message, "Report to Prof. McGonagall after breakfast."
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Ron dutifully marched up to the poster and started to read the names. A smile had spread onto his lips, growing wider with each name that was not his own before he reached the final name. His. An excruiciating groan emanated from his pale pink lips and several of his fellow classmates turned to shoot him a look, wondering if he had suddenly been struck down with the Imperious Curse. "Bloody hell," he shouted loudly, kicking the wall before him. Letting loose a whimper he sat down against the wall and began to rub at his foot through his old sneakers. Ginny walked over to see if she was on the comittee. She was. Grinning infectuously she jumped up and down, squealing in excitement as she finnished reading the list. Seeing Ron's name her eyes went wide and she looked down to her brother who was cursing softly. Unable to stop herself Ginny began to laugh loudly causing Ron to look up at her. Glaring at her he stood and stomped off, headed for the boys dormitory.
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"I can't believe he made the comittee!" "Me neither, but I would be willing to bet it's because Professor McGonagall thinks having a boy on the comittee would make it more diverse," stated Hermione while running her fingers through Ginny's hair. "You're probably right," said Ginny, looking up at Hermione. The soft glow of about a hundred vanilla scented candles lit up Ginny's face, making her hair seem to glow even brighter. Hermione had used a bit of magic to make the candles stay up in the air and was now sitting on her bed, back against the headboard with Ginny's head in her lap. "You're usually right," said Ginny. "Usually?" questioned Hermione, cocking a brow. "Almost always..." "That's much better," said Hermione with a grin. "Yea, yea, yea," mumbled Ginny with a playful roll of her eyes. "So...." "So?" "So has Neville asked you yet....to the dance I mean?" "Yes...he asked me this morning, after breakfast. He was quite nervous even though he and I have gone to practically every dance in the past 6 years together." Hermione sighed softly, "don't remind me." Ginny sighed as well before leaning up and kissing Hermione. It was a sweet, genlte, sincere kiss. Not something meant to turn into anything more. Just a chaste way for Ginny to show that she loved Hermione. "I didn't mean anything by it..." "I know Ginn." There was an uncomfortable silence that lasted for only a few moments before Ginny spoke again. "Has Ron asked you yet?" "Nope." "I didn't think so." "Why's that?" "Well he usually tells me all about what's going on in his life and he didn't mention asking you." "Oh...he'll probably do it tomorrow." "Probably." "Are you tired?" "Very..." "Shall we sleep?" "Yes...yes I think we shall," said Ginny with a grin. "G'night Ginn, sweet dreams," mumbled Hermione as she magiked the candles away and slid under the covers. "Night 'Mione," responded Ginny, giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead before joining her under the covers.
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"So....Hermione....uh....yea.....uh....umm....," sputtered Ron, fidgetting slightly under Hermione's friendly gaze. Why is this so hard?!, he wondered. Sighing he reached a hand up and raked it through his firey red hair. He looked back up to Hermione's gorgeous almond orbs and gave a lopsided smile. "What I'm trying to say...I mean ask....is....will you uhh...go to the uhh...dance with uhh...me?" "No, I'm already going with Harry." "WHAT?! SINCE WHEN!?!?!," shouted Ron. "I was just kidding Ron...." "Oh....I knew that." "Sure ya did." "I did!" "Okay, okay....you did," said Hermione, not in the mood to argue. "So is that a yes?" ".....yes.....," came a soft whisper. "Yes?," asked Ron, unsure if he'd heard her right. "Yes," Hermione stated firmly. "Great...." "Yea...guess so...," muttered Hermione to herself.
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"Miss Granger!" came an angry voice. Snapping out of her trance the 7th year student looked up into the cold eyes of Professor Snape. "Yes Professor?" "Daydreaming where you?," he stated rather than asked. "N-no sir." "Really? Then where is your bezoar?" "My bezoar?" "Yes, I instructed the class to get them quite some time ago," said Snape with a smirk, he was obviously enjoying the fact that he'd finally caught the 'perfect' Gryffindor doing something wrong. "Sorry Professor Snape, I'll get mine immediately," she said, a blush creeping up her neck as she made her way to the other side of the classroom. A bout of snickers seemed to fall over the Slytherin side of the classroom. Suprisingly Draco shot several venmous glares to his fellow Slytherin's and smiled slightly as the snickering stopped. Hermione cocked a quizzical brown brow while looking at him. He looked at her for only a moment before turning back to his book, he obviously thought the matter was over with and needed no further explanation or discussion. Hermione shrugged it off and made her way to the jar of bezoars that had been set out on a small table. She took on out and transferred it to her pot using the Accio spell. Snape's eyes looked up to her in suprise. It was a happy sort of suprised. "Miss Granger I'm stunned....," came his sarcastic voice, "you forgot that you're not allowed to use spells or charms in this class. 10 points from Gryffindor." Hermione was as stunned as Snape. She'd forgotten. How? she asked herself as she took her seat silently. She knew why, though she didn't want to admit it she had been thinking of Ginny... or more specifically of Ginny and Neville dancing the night away at the Halloween Ball. Her Ginny being held by Neville, the clumsy oaf of a Gryffindor, she thought. She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, forgetting that she was still in class.
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That night as Hermione waited in her bedroom for Ginny she began to think of the Halloween Ball. Each time she thought of it the ball became less and less appealing. Not only would she have to dress up and take time out of her study schedule but she would also have to watch Neville try to put the moves on her girlfriend. Her Ginny. Hermione usually wasn't quite so bothered by Neville's attempts to win Ginny's heart but for some reason she was becoming more and more jealous each time she heard mention of the two. "Dragon dung...," she muttered as she closed her eyes and leaned back against the wooden headboard of her bed. "Where is she," thought Hermione to herself. She only had to wait a few moments for her answer. Ginny walked into Hermione's room, yawning as she quickly changed into the pair of pj's she kept in Hermione's room. Stretching her arms up above her head the tired young Weasley climbed into bed beside Hermione. Sighing softly Hermione opened her eyes and looked down at a pair of large almond orbs that were starring back at her. "What was that you were saying when I came in," asked Ginny curiously. "Nothing," said Hermione. Ginny just nodded as she gave another yawn, "oh...." "Where've you been," asked Hermione, trying to sound casual, her sensible side was telling her there was a good excuse while her less rational side argued she could've been with Neville. "Professor McGonagall wanted the Dance Comittee to meet and go over a few things..." "Oh....," said Hermione, sounding less than convinced. "Yea," said Ginny, not even noticing the tone of Hermione's voice as she slid under the covers and snuggled up against Hermione. "Oh....," said Hermione again, "so Ginny," she started as she turned to look at the younger girl only to find her sound asleep. Sighing Hermione reached over and turned off her bedside light before laying down underneath the covers. Her intelligent eyes slowly raked over Ginny's sleeping form as she thought. What if Ginny had been with Neville? What would they have been doing? Why would McGonagall keep students so late? She knew they had classes. What if Ginny's lying? What if Ginny's lying to me....she thought, unable to answer the question.
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A small, signifigant manilla colored poster hung up in the Great Hall. On it were ten names written in emerald green ink, each seemed to shimmer as if to bring even more attention to themselves. These ten names read as follows: Parvati Patil Padma Patil Lavender Brown Lunette Moon Chance Shiner Lucky Somerhalder Juliet Zanders Pansy Parkinson Ginny Weasley Ron Weasley Above the names in bold black print were the words Dance Comittee and below the names was the small message, "Report to Prof. McGonagall after breakfast."
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Ron dutifully marched up to the poster and started to read the names. A smile had spread onto his lips, growing wider with each name that was not his own before he reached the final name. His. An excruiciating groan emanated from his pale pink lips and several of his fellow classmates turned to shoot him a look, wondering if he had suddenly been struck down with the Imperious Curse. "Bloody hell," he shouted loudly, kicking the wall before him. Letting loose a whimper he sat down against the wall and began to rub at his foot through his old sneakers. Ginny walked over to see if she was on the comittee. She was. Grinning infectuously she jumped up and down, squealing in excitement as she finnished reading the list. Seeing Ron's name her eyes went wide and she looked down to her brother who was cursing softly. Unable to stop herself Ginny began to laugh loudly causing Ron to look up at her. Glaring at her he stood and stomped off, headed for the boys dormitory.
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"I can't believe he made the comittee!" "Me neither, but I would be willing to bet it's because Professor McGonagall thinks having a boy on the comittee would make it more diverse," stated Hermione while running her fingers through Ginny's hair. "You're probably right," said Ginny, looking up at Hermione. The soft glow of about a hundred vanilla scented candles lit up Ginny's face, making her hair seem to glow even brighter. Hermione had used a bit of magic to make the candles stay up in the air and was now sitting on her bed, back against the headboard with Ginny's head in her lap. "You're usually right," said Ginny. "Usually?" questioned Hermione, cocking a brow. "Almost always..." "That's much better," said Hermione with a grin. "Yea, yea, yea," mumbled Ginny with a playful roll of her eyes. "So...." "So?" "So has Neville asked you yet....to the dance I mean?" "Yes...he asked me this morning, after breakfast. He was quite nervous even though he and I have gone to practically every dance in the past 6 years together." Hermione sighed softly, "don't remind me." Ginny sighed as well before leaning up and kissing Hermione. It was a sweet, genlte, sincere kiss. Not something meant to turn into anything more. Just a chaste way for Ginny to show that she loved Hermione. "I didn't mean anything by it..." "I know Ginn." There was an uncomfortable silence that lasted for only a few moments before Ginny spoke again. "Has Ron asked you yet?" "Nope." "I didn't think so." "Why's that?" "Well he usually tells me all about what's going on in his life and he didn't mention asking you." "Oh...he'll probably do it tomorrow." "Probably." "Are you tired?" "Very..." "Shall we sleep?" "Yes...yes I think we shall," said Ginny with a grin. "G'night Ginn, sweet dreams," mumbled Hermione as she magiked the candles away and slid under the covers. "Night 'Mione," responded Ginny, giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead before joining her under the covers.
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"So....Hermione....uh....yea.....uh....umm....," sputtered Ron, fidgetting slightly under Hermione's friendly gaze. Why is this so hard?!, he wondered. Sighing he reached a hand up and raked it through his firey red hair. He looked back up to Hermione's gorgeous almond orbs and gave a lopsided smile. "What I'm trying to say...I mean ask....is....will you uhh...go to the uhh...dance with uhh...me?" "No, I'm already going with Harry." "WHAT?! SINCE WHEN!?!?!," shouted Ron. "I was just kidding Ron...." "Oh....I knew that." "Sure ya did." "I did!" "Okay, okay....you did," said Hermione, not in the mood to argue. "So is that a yes?" ".....yes.....," came a soft whisper. "Yes?," asked Ron, unsure if he'd heard her right. "Yes," Hermione stated firmly. "Great...." "Yea...guess so...," muttered Hermione to herself.
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"Miss Granger!" came an angry voice. Snapping out of her trance the 7th year student looked up into the cold eyes of Professor Snape. "Yes Professor?" "Daydreaming where you?," he stated rather than asked. "N-no sir." "Really? Then where is your bezoar?" "My bezoar?" "Yes, I instructed the class to get them quite some time ago," said Snape with a smirk, he was obviously enjoying the fact that he'd finally caught the 'perfect' Gryffindor doing something wrong. "Sorry Professor Snape, I'll get mine immediately," she said, a blush creeping up her neck as she made her way to the other side of the classroom. A bout of snickers seemed to fall over the Slytherin side of the classroom. Suprisingly Draco shot several venmous glares to his fellow Slytherin's and smiled slightly as the snickering stopped. Hermione cocked a quizzical brown brow while looking at him. He looked at her for only a moment before turning back to his book, he obviously thought the matter was over with and needed no further explanation or discussion. Hermione shrugged it off and made her way to the jar of bezoars that had been set out on a small table. She took on out and transferred it to her pot using the Accio spell. Snape's eyes looked up to her in suprise. It was a happy sort of suprised. "Miss Granger I'm stunned....," came his sarcastic voice, "you forgot that you're not allowed to use spells or charms in this class. 10 points from Gryffindor." Hermione was as stunned as Snape. She'd forgotten. How? she asked herself as she took her seat silently. She knew why, though she didn't want to admit it she had been thinking of Ginny... or more specifically of Ginny and Neville dancing the night away at the Halloween Ball. Her Ginny being held by Neville, the clumsy oaf of a Gryffindor, she thought. She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, forgetting that she was still in class.
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That night as Hermione waited in her bedroom for Ginny she began to think of the Halloween Ball. Each time she thought of it the ball became less and less appealing. Not only would she have to dress up and take time out of her study schedule but she would also have to watch Neville try to put the moves on her girlfriend. Her Ginny. Hermione usually wasn't quite so bothered by Neville's attempts to win Ginny's heart but for some reason she was becoming more and more jealous each time she heard mention of the two. "Dragon dung...," she muttered as she closed her eyes and leaned back against the wooden headboard of her bed. "Where is she," thought Hermione to herself. She only had to wait a few moments for her answer. Ginny walked into Hermione's room, yawning as she quickly changed into the pair of pj's she kept in Hermione's room. Stretching her arms up above her head the tired young Weasley climbed into bed beside Hermione. Sighing softly Hermione opened her eyes and looked down at a pair of large almond orbs that were starring back at her. "What was that you were saying when I came in," asked Ginny curiously. "Nothing," said Hermione. Ginny just nodded as she gave another yawn, "oh...." "Where've you been," asked Hermione, trying to sound casual, her sensible side was telling her there was a good excuse while her less rational side argued she could've been with Neville. "Professor McGonagall wanted the Dance Comittee to meet and go over a few things..." "Oh....," said Hermione, sounding less than convinced. "Yea," said Ginny, not even noticing the tone of Hermione's voice as she slid under the covers and snuggled up against Hermione. "Oh....," said Hermione again, "so Ginny," she started as she turned to look at the younger girl only to find her sound asleep. Sighing Hermione reached over and turned off her bedside light before laying down underneath the covers. Her intelligent eyes slowly raked over Ginny's sleeping form as she thought. What if Ginny had been with Neville? What would they have been doing? Why would McGonagall keep students so late? She knew they had classes. What if Ginny's lying? What if Ginny's lying to me....she thought, unable to answer the question.