A night out -

Walking down the streets of London, the four enjoyed an afternoon of various sites. Granted, Harry didn't know much about where to go; his time with the Dursleys was spent mostly being shut up in the house. So it was left to Hermione to lead the rest of them around. This, of course, led to a couple of tense moments when opinions clashed between Ron and Hermione. Ginny was enjoying the day despite it all. Time seemed to fly and before long the sun was starting to sink low into the horizon, casting its orange/red glow over the group as they sat at an outdoor cafe sipping iced drinks trying to decide what to do next.

"I think we should go visit the museums before they close," said Hermione.

"Urg, no thanks, I want some fun!" said Ron.

"Well!" Hermione said, sitting back in a huff.

Leaning over, Ginny whispered in Hermione's ear, "Not very attractive dear."

Hermione sat straight again and wrinkled her nose at Ginny.

"Harry" said Ron, "What do you think we should do next?"

Harry shrugged his shoulder and glanced around the table. "I don't know, we haven't heard from Ginny yet," he answered. The trio turned their heads to Ginny, looking at her expectantly.

"Well, there is one place I have always wanted to go," Ginny said timidly.

"Spit it out woman!" said Ron impatiently.

Hermione rolled her eyes and put her drink to her lips.

"How about a dance club?" Ginny answered.

Hermione perked up. "Oh, dancing!" she exclaimed.

Ginny smiled, running her finger along the rim of her glass. A flash of unease showed across Ron's face as he looked around at the rest of the group and then back down to the table.

"I think it sounds interesting, don't you, Ron?" Harry asked and grinned at his best friend.

"Yeah, sounds like something I'd like to see," Ron said unconvincingly.

"Then it's settled, we'll go to a dance club," said Hermione as she stood.


Entering the club the first thing they noticed was that it was loud and crowded. Ron looked around in awe. "This place is bloody awesome!" he said, forgetting his earlier misgivings.

Finding a table near the large dance floor they sat down, soaking in the environment. The music was pulsing; Ginny could feel it calling her. She began to move in her seat to the rhythm. Colored lights flashed brightly in the darkened room. Ginny couldn't stand it any longer; she had to get out there.

"Let's go dance," Ginny called out over the blaring music.

"Uh.. I don't think so," Ron said.

"I think I'll stay here with Ron," said Harry.

Ginny jumped up out of her seat and grabbed Hermione's hand, not giving the girl a chance to try to argue. Ginny lead Hermione out onto the dance floor and stopped several feet away between grinding couples who bounced to the rhythmic beat.

"Dance," Ginny commanded to Hermione.

"I don't know how!" Hermione exclaimed. A note of panic tinged her voice as Hermione looked around at the other people all lost to their own world of swirling lights and pounding music.

"Just follow my lead!" Ginny said, before she began to move in time to the music. Hesitantly at first Hermione started to follow. "Close your eyes, Hermione," said Ginny, turning slightly. Hermione did as she was ordered, moving slightly with the tune as her hair was cast in a wash of blues and purples from the overhead lights. "Do you feel it?" asked Ginny.

"Feel what?" replied Hermione.

"The music silly!" cried Ginny. She smiled as a handsome boy danced past eyeing Hermione with an appreciative grin before turning back to his partner.

Hermione paused for a moment; a broad smile crossed her features. "Yes I do!" she said excitedly.

"Go with it!" Ginny cheered her on. By the next song Hermione lost all her tension and was moving as if she were one with the song. Both girls joined the crowd in becoming consumed by the music.

Several songs later both girls were attracting glances from several of the males in the room. Ginny laughed as she took Hermione's hand and spun her in a circle before letting her go again.

From their table Ron frowned at a tall dark blond boy that was dancing near the girls and continued to look Hermione over. Harry would occasionally glance around the room, keeping his eye on Ginny and Hermione out of the corner of his eye when he wasn't directly looking at them.

Ginny glanced over to their table and spied Harry and Ron watching closely. Moving slowly behind Hermione, Ginny leaned in near her ear. "Want to mess with their heads?" asked Ginny before moving around to face Hermione again. Hermione gave Ginny a questioning look, raising her arms above her head and continued to dance.

"Follow my lead," ordered Ginny .

As the song changed Ginny stepped closer to Hermione placing her hands on the other girl's hips. Hermione gave a wicked grin and put her arms around Ginny's shoulders. Moving closer, the girls began a provocative dance. A group males dancing close by turned their heads to watch, elbowing each other and nodding. Hermione danced around to press her back against Ginny's chest. Swaying together Hermione raised her arm and wrapped it behind Ginny's neck. Ginny lightly placed her hand on Hermione's waist as the girls stepped together in a turn. The two witches moved as one, rocking their heads and swaying their hips to the throbbing music. They enchanted the room with their enticing presence as the changing lights cast them in a dizzying array of color.

At the table Ron and Harry sat in stunned silence. Harry looked up, suddenly recognizing the tune from Ginny's earlier dance at the Burrow. Ron's chin dropped as he stared out onto the dance floor at Hermione. "Bloody Hell," he croaked.

Ginny risked a quick glance over at their table. Both men sat with jaws slack and dazed expressions. "Mission accomplished," Ginny whispered into Hermione's ear.

Hermione giggled as the song came to an end. The girls separated and began to walk back to the table. A smattering of applause followed them from the near by males on the dance floor.

A tall, blond boy with a charming smile began to approach Hermione but she merely shook her head and walked on. A slow song came over the system and the crowd of dancers began to couple up. Ginny elbowed Hermione in the arm as the girls stopped at their table.

Hermione grabbed Ron's hand. "Want to dance?" she asked with a smile.

Ron could only nod in agreement while he stood. He cast a quick frown at the tall blond before turning his attention back as Hermione lead him slowly out to the dance floor. Ginny stood beside her chair and watched Ron and Hermione put their arms around each other and begin to slowly dance. Turning her head back Ginny saw that Harry had got to his feet. He looked down at her then out at the dance floor.

"Want to dance?" Harry asked.

Ginny's heart skipped a beat. "Sure," was all she was able to come up with as an answer.

They walked out to the dance floor and turned to each other. Harry tentatively placed his hands on Ginny's waist; she suppressed a shiver and put her hands on the front of Harry's shoulders. He led her slowly to the rhythm of the mournful tune. Ginny glanced up at her long time hero; she watched as the colorful lights play off his messy black hair. Harry stood over a head taller than she as he peered around at the other couples on the dance floor. She could feel his muscles beneath the thin burgundy shirt he wore shift when he moved his arm. Despite still being lean, years of Quidditch made Harry toned and gave his muscle definition. Every so often they would glance at each other and give a small smile. As the first song played on, Ginny couldn't help but focus on every single moment to forever lock away in her memory, to be one of her fondest. Ginny turned to see that Ron and Hermione staring at one another while dancing closer together. Eventually the first song came to an end only to be replaced by another slower song. Ginny smiled and looked back up to see Harry staring at her. He inhaled deeply before glancing back out over the crowd.

"You smell nice" said Harry, turning to stare at her once again.

"Thank You," said Ginny, fighting a blush that rose to tint her cheeks.

They continued to sway gently to the slow tune, she felt Harry press against the small of her back bringing them closer to one another. Too soon, for Ginny's liking, the song came to an end. Stepping away from each other, Harry looked down at Ginny and smiled.

"Thank You," said Harry, in a low voice.

"Anytime," Ginny answered back.

As a faster song began, they moved their way across the dance floor to meet with Ron and Hermione; both were blushing furiously and grinning. Ginny looked down to see that, Ron still had a hold of Hermione's hand.

"Think we should be heading back? We still have to go to Diagon Alley for our supplies tomorrow," said Ron, looking back over his shoulder at the large crowd of people gyrating to the loud, pulsing music. The four agreed and walked out of the club to find a peaceful, starry night, leaving behind the flashing lights and blaring music of the club. Taking their time in strolling back to the Leaky Cauldron was a mellow but happy affair. Ron and Hermione walked several paces ahead, holding hands and talking quietly. Harry shortened his steps to walk alongside Ginny.

"Took them long enough didn't it?" said Harry quietly.

Ginny looked up at the back of her brother's head and nodded. "Hopefully this is the beginning of eternity for them," she whispered back. Harry grinned, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Ginny reached behind her to hold onto her wand and stroked the smoothed wood with her thumb.

The four arrived at the Burrow safely. The home was dark and quiet, so the group decided to head outside for a bit longer before they retired to their rooms. Ginny pulled out a chair and sat down at the patio table. Hermione and Ron remained standing, smiling at one another.

"Uh, Hermione, you want to take a walk?" asked Ron, looking around nervously before turning back to Hermione.

"I'd like that," Hermione answered smiling timidly. The couple turned and walked off into the dark of the large yard. After several quiet minutes, Ginny stood and made to go back into the house.

"Ginny?" said Harry.

Turning her head, Ginny became transfixed. The full moon broke through the few fat clouds remaining in the star filled sky to shine down on his raven hair, casting it in a wash of blue light. His facial features were half hidden by the play of moonlight. Harry put his hands deep into his pockets and hunched his shoulders a fraction.

"I just wanted say I had a really good time tonight," he said looking out into the darkness before turning back to her.

"I did too. Goodnight Harry," Ginny whispered. Ginny smiled softly glancing at Harry once more before turning towards the back door.

"Goodnight Gin," Harry whispered as she entered the house.


"Ginny... Ginny!" Someone was shaking her. "Ginny wake up," the insistent person whispered fiercely. Ginny groaned and raised her head to look at the alarm clock. 1:20am – 'You should be asleep young lady,' the clock read. Squeezing her eyes tightly closed Ginny's head hit the pillow with a small thump as she moaned in protest. Someone was going to die for ripping her from a pleasant dream. Opening her eyes again, she saw Hermione leaning over her.

"Hermione?" whispered Ginny.

"I'm so sorry to wake you, Ginny, but I was just too excited. Being you are my best female friend, I just have to confide in you," Hermione said almost desperately. Ginny took heart and moved over on her bed before she patted the soft mattress. Hermione climbed in beside her and snuggled down. "Oh Ginny, I can't believe today," Hermione gushed, it was so wonderful."

Ginny smiled, keeping quiet to let her continue.

"I can't believe what we did at the club!" said Hermione. Both girls giggled, thinking of their little 'dance'. "I think Ron couldn't put a complete sentence together for twenty minutes!"

Propping her head up on her hand, Ginny turned to Hermione. "What I want to know is what happened after we got home."

Hermione blushed and snuggled down further under the covers. "Mostly, we talked. We've never really talked like that before, it was nice."

"And?" Ginny prodded.

Hermione grinned held her breath for a moment, "He kissed me!"

Ginny and Hermione laughed excitedly and hugged.

"I'm happy both of you have finally reached some sort of common ground with your feelings. I was beginning to believe the two of you would remain stubborn forever," Ginny said, laying her head back on her pillow.

"Ginny?" whispered Hermione.

"Hmm?" Ginny answered sleepily.

"Thank You, Ginny, for everything."

"Anytime Hermione," Ginny answered. She began to drift off to sleep, visions of emerald eyes taking over as she entered back into dreamland.


Ron entered into a dark bedroom, kicking aside forgotten clothing and magazines as he made his way through the room.

"Ron?" Harry sleepily said, rolling over to face the night stand.

"Yeah it's me," Ron answered, peeling off his shirt and carelessly tossing it onto the floor as he kicked his shoes off and left them where they lay.

Harry looked over to see the alarm clock read 1:20am. "That was one long walk you took there, mate."

"Oww!" Ron cursed under his breath after stubbing his foot on his bed.

"Watch it, you don't want to break your dancing feet," Harry chuckled.

"You should talk Sir Dancealot," Ron said, lightly punching Harry on the arm as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"So, how was the walk?" Harry asked. Ron got a far off look on his face for a moment. "Uh, earth to Ron, hello Ron," said Harry.

"Huh? Oh... the walk," said Ron with a grin, "A true gentleman never kisses and tells."

Harry sat up and punched Ron on the arm. "You dog! Well good for you! Was about time the two of your stopped being stubborn prats and finally faced the inevitable."

Both boys heard a sudden burst of female laughter from another room.

"Women," Ron said, rolling his eyes and stood to remove his pants. Harry shook his head and laid back onto his bed as Ron climbed into his own bed wearing his boxer.

"Night, Romeo," said Harry.

"Night, Superman," Ron replied back with a yawn.

The faint scent of warm vanilla played on Harry's senses as he drifted off to sleep.