A/N: I know this took a lot longer than the rest of the chapters for me to
write. I just wasn't quite sure how to write it and and was putting it off
I guess. Anyhow, here it is. (I think I found a way to make it longer so
the plot is getting extended a little...you people are lucky!)
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Ginny shut off her computer and grabbed her purse. Holding the end of her dress robes in her hands so she wouldn't trip on them, she rushed down the steps and to the Great Hall. When she burst in the doors, a few heads turned her way but most people were too busy enjoying themselves to notice her entrance.
Harry smiled at her and motioned for her to come over to him. There was an empty seat right next to him. She was too excited to even notice how insistent Harry was being.
"You look beautiful," he whispered in her ear as she sat down at the table. She said a quick thanks and then looked at her plate. It was piled high with all of her favorite things, but she found that she was too nervous to eat. Her hands were even shaking a little bit.
What if Ice didn't show up? What if she did something stupid around him? As dinner progressed, she had only one other question going through her mind.
Who was he?
She sighed and began eating. She would regret it later if she didn't.
-
He had nothing to wear.
Sighing in frustration, he slammed his trunk shut. All he had were regular black school robes and one set of deep emerald green dress robes, which he'd worn to nearly every other fancy event they'd had at Hogwarts. They just didn't seem fitting for the occasion.
The dance started in a little over an hour. He'd just have to settle for the green robes. Pulling them on, he glanced at himself in the mirror. Who he saw wasn't himself. Who he saw was frusterated, and for once not because he was thinking about his own needs. For once, he was trying to please someone else.
Then he had another problem to deal with. His mask. He'd found one in Hogsmeade a few days before, not thinking he'd be using it. But it was rather plain. It was silver with a line of green down the center, and black ribbons hanging off the side.
Draco checked himself over. Now he understood why girls spent so much time getting ready for everything. He had to make a good impression.
He was even beginning to scare himself. He'd never been nervous to meet a girl before. This was all new to him.
-
"So Ginny, what's new with you?" Hermione tried her pitiful attempts at starting conversation with her friend.
Ginny hadn't said anything since she'd came down from her bedroom. She was too busy worrying about the dance following dinner to be very social. Harry seemed concerned about her but Ginny didn't pay any notice.
"Hey, Gin, you ok?" Ron asked, worried about his sister.
At this she snapped back. "What? Oh, I'm fine! I'm great! Don't worry about me I'm just saving my energy for the dance!" They seemed to accept this answer, and returned to eating.
Well, it wasn't all a lie, Ginny thought. She WAS saving her energy for the dance...just not in the way they probably had assumed.
Her left hand was under the table, fingering the worn egde of the book. She'd slipped it into her purse before she's came down to the Great Hall. She couldn't believe that after all this time she was finally going to meet Ice. By now he didn't even seem like a real person, only her online friend. She was nervous. Very nervous.
Students were standing up from their tables, plates dissapearing to be washed by house elves. Harry grabbed Ginny's hand and guided her out of the Great Hall, Ron and Hermione following closely after. Students were to go back to their common rooms and wait for precisely ten minutes, until the Great Hall was transformed into a ballroom.
Anxious chatter surrounded Ginny. Harry was talking to her about his latest Quidditch match, she just nodded. Time was moving so slowly.
Finally, what seemed like hours later, Hermione motioned toward the others. "Come on you guys, let's go!"
This time it was Ginny who grabbed Harry's hand, and practically dragged him back down. She followed the mass of people, pushing her way through to get there first. When she reached the Great Hall again, Ginny made a beeline for the punch bowl.
He wasn't there yet.
"Care to dance?" Harry asked formally, holding his hand out for Ginny. An expectant look was on his face.
Ice HAD said he might be a little late. "I suppose..." said Ginny cautiously. She might as well dance with him before Ice gets here. It was only fair, since she WAS Harry's date after all.
He spun her out onto the dance floor, holding her closer than neccisary.
-
Draco did once last once over.
He looked down at the small rose in his hand. She's said her robes were maroon, this flower was pretty darn close to that.
He took a deep breath, and started down this stairs.
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A/N: I'm SORRY...I know this cliffhanger is even worse than the last...but you guys are the ones who wants me to stretch this story out, so now you have to deal with cliffies. (hint: nice pretty reviews make me wanna update more.^^)
~*~
Ginny shut off her computer and grabbed her purse. Holding the end of her dress robes in her hands so she wouldn't trip on them, she rushed down the steps and to the Great Hall. When she burst in the doors, a few heads turned her way but most people were too busy enjoying themselves to notice her entrance.
Harry smiled at her and motioned for her to come over to him. There was an empty seat right next to him. She was too excited to even notice how insistent Harry was being.
"You look beautiful," he whispered in her ear as she sat down at the table. She said a quick thanks and then looked at her plate. It was piled high with all of her favorite things, but she found that she was too nervous to eat. Her hands were even shaking a little bit.
What if Ice didn't show up? What if she did something stupid around him? As dinner progressed, she had only one other question going through her mind.
Who was he?
She sighed and began eating. She would regret it later if she didn't.
-
He had nothing to wear.
Sighing in frustration, he slammed his trunk shut. All he had were regular black school robes and one set of deep emerald green dress robes, which he'd worn to nearly every other fancy event they'd had at Hogwarts. They just didn't seem fitting for the occasion.
The dance started in a little over an hour. He'd just have to settle for the green robes. Pulling them on, he glanced at himself in the mirror. Who he saw wasn't himself. Who he saw was frusterated, and for once not because he was thinking about his own needs. For once, he was trying to please someone else.
Then he had another problem to deal with. His mask. He'd found one in Hogsmeade a few days before, not thinking he'd be using it. But it was rather plain. It was silver with a line of green down the center, and black ribbons hanging off the side.
Draco checked himself over. Now he understood why girls spent so much time getting ready for everything. He had to make a good impression.
He was even beginning to scare himself. He'd never been nervous to meet a girl before. This was all new to him.
-
"So Ginny, what's new with you?" Hermione tried her pitiful attempts at starting conversation with her friend.
Ginny hadn't said anything since she'd came down from her bedroom. She was too busy worrying about the dance following dinner to be very social. Harry seemed concerned about her but Ginny didn't pay any notice.
"Hey, Gin, you ok?" Ron asked, worried about his sister.
At this she snapped back. "What? Oh, I'm fine! I'm great! Don't worry about me I'm just saving my energy for the dance!" They seemed to accept this answer, and returned to eating.
Well, it wasn't all a lie, Ginny thought. She WAS saving her energy for the dance...just not in the way they probably had assumed.
Her left hand was under the table, fingering the worn egde of the book. She'd slipped it into her purse before she's came down to the Great Hall. She couldn't believe that after all this time she was finally going to meet Ice. By now he didn't even seem like a real person, only her online friend. She was nervous. Very nervous.
Students were standing up from their tables, plates dissapearing to be washed by house elves. Harry grabbed Ginny's hand and guided her out of the Great Hall, Ron and Hermione following closely after. Students were to go back to their common rooms and wait for precisely ten minutes, until the Great Hall was transformed into a ballroom.
Anxious chatter surrounded Ginny. Harry was talking to her about his latest Quidditch match, she just nodded. Time was moving so slowly.
Finally, what seemed like hours later, Hermione motioned toward the others. "Come on you guys, let's go!"
This time it was Ginny who grabbed Harry's hand, and practically dragged him back down. She followed the mass of people, pushing her way through to get there first. When she reached the Great Hall again, Ginny made a beeline for the punch bowl.
He wasn't there yet.
"Care to dance?" Harry asked formally, holding his hand out for Ginny. An expectant look was on his face.
Ice HAD said he might be a little late. "I suppose..." said Ginny cautiously. She might as well dance with him before Ice gets here. It was only fair, since she WAS Harry's date after all.
He spun her out onto the dance floor, holding her closer than neccisary.
-
Draco did once last once over.
He looked down at the small rose in his hand. She's said her robes were maroon, this flower was pretty darn close to that.
He took a deep breath, and started down this stairs.
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A/N: I'm SORRY...I know this cliffhanger is even worse than the last...but you guys are the ones who wants me to stretch this story out, so now you have to deal with cliffies. (hint: nice pretty reviews make me wanna update more.^^)