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Disclaimer: Harry is not mine! I know this all too well. Don't sue.
It felt like the most natural thing in the world to Harry to ask Ginny to dance.
It was, after all, the last dance, and they both seemed to be alone, he reasoned. "Pretty downright obvious, really," Harry thought, meaning both the idea of dancing with Ginny and the fact that Cho had never liked him. He almost wanted to laugh at his own blindness.
Even dancing with Ginny felt more right than dancing with Cho. It was easy, and fun, and comfortable, not so intimate that it was scary. She even made Harry laugh telling him how she'd lost her date. Neville, who poor Ginny had gotten herself stuck with again, ("I just didn't have the heart to tell him no!" she explained.) had somehow spilt the entire punch bowl on himself and had been attacked by the decorative, but apparently hungry, bats that flew around the ceiling and had run, screaming, back to the tower. In fact, Ginny's very ease made Harry wonder. "Didn't she have a crush on me once?" he asked himself, trying to remember. He knew he'd never been able to speak to Cho, the only girl he'd ever liked, as easily and comprehensibly as Ginny was now speaking to him. "So is she over it then?" Harry wondered, and was surprised to feel dismayed at the idea. First-year Ginny had been a bit annoying as an admirer, but now Harry somehow didn't think he'd mind so much.
Disclaimer: Harry is not mine! I know this all too well. Don't sue.
It felt like the most natural thing in the world to Harry to ask Ginny to dance.
It was, after all, the last dance, and they both seemed to be alone, he reasoned. "Pretty downright obvious, really," Harry thought, meaning both the idea of dancing with Ginny and the fact that Cho had never liked him. He almost wanted to laugh at his own blindness.
Even dancing with Ginny felt more right than dancing with Cho. It was easy, and fun, and comfortable, not so intimate that it was scary. She even made Harry laugh telling him how she'd lost her date. Neville, who poor Ginny had gotten herself stuck with again, ("I just didn't have the heart to tell him no!" she explained.) had somehow spilt the entire punch bowl on himself and had been attacked by the decorative, but apparently hungry, bats that flew around the ceiling and had run, screaming, back to the tower. In fact, Ginny's very ease made Harry wonder. "Didn't she have a crush on me once?" he asked himself, trying to remember. He knew he'd never been able to speak to Cho, the only girl he'd ever liked, as easily and comprehensibly as Ginny was now speaking to him. "So is she over it then?" Harry wondered, and was surprised to feel dismayed at the idea. First-year Ginny had been a bit annoying as an admirer, but now Harry somehow didn't think he'd mind so much.