Ginny stood at the food and drinks table, holding her cup under a tap that
had been bewitched to emit not water, but a bubbly soft drink she couldn't
recognize.
Harry had been dragged away by Dean and Seamus earlier to "check out the
talent." Harry had been disgusted and refused to go, but with a little push
from his girlfriend he was eventually persuaded.
There's not reason for him not to have some fun. Ginny reasoned, although
she was still wary of her Harry being around people like Lavender.
She had just raised her cup to her lips when she saw him. A flash of blonde
hair, gone as quickly as it had appeared. Walking forward, she caught a
glimpse of a tall, blonde and muscular boy dancing with a girl she couldn't
recognize, before they spun out of sight again.
Ginny frowned. Who is he? She pondered to herself. A small part of her mind
was telling her she was being stupid. You have a boyfriend Ginny, a sweet,
kind, gentle, not to mention good looking, boyfriend. What are you doing?
But another part of her mind was too overwhelmed with curiosity to care.
She crept forward again, craning her neck for a glimpse of the nameless
blonde. But he was gone.
Not able to hide her disappointment, she made her way back to her spot by
the drinks table.
Meanwhile, Harry had discovered what Dean claimed the "talent" was.
"Hi Harry, ready for that dance?" Lavender said, winking slyly. Harry's throat went dry.
"Err. hi Lavender." Harry said uncertainly, backing away subconsciously. "Maybe we could dance later, I think I have to go and find Ginny."
"Oh come on Harry darling, just a quick dance, for me? Ginny won't mind." Lavender said sweetly, taking hold of his hand and leading him on to the dance floor. Harry reluctantly followed, placing his hands lightly on her back as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She was so close he could smell her perfume and was intoxicated by it. The lasers around the room flashed across his eyes as Lavender whispered into his ears.
"How about you and me go find a quiet corner?"
Ginny had just shared a quick dance with Neville "for old times sake" (or so he claimed) and was enjoying her drink, when she was interrupted by a rude voice.
"Excuse me Weasley, are you going to move or should I come back later?" Ginny's fists clenched as she heard the familiar drawl of her most hated enemy.
"Get a life Malfoy, there's plenty of room." She said nastily, turning around to face him. She almost let go of the cup in her hand. She had found her nameless blonde.
Meanwhile, Harry had discovered what Dean claimed the "talent" was.
"Hi Harry, ready for that dance?" Lavender said, winking slyly. Harry's throat went dry.
"Err. hi Lavender." Harry said uncertainly, backing away subconsciously. "Maybe we could dance later, I think I have to go and find Ginny."
"Oh come on Harry darling, just a quick dance, for me? Ginny won't mind." Lavender said sweetly, taking hold of his hand and leading him on to the dance floor. Harry reluctantly followed, placing his hands lightly on her back as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She was so close he could smell her perfume and was intoxicated by it. The lasers around the room flashed across his eyes as Lavender whispered into his ears.
"How about you and me go find a quiet corner?"
Ginny had just shared a quick dance with Neville "for old times sake" (or so he claimed) and was enjoying her drink, when she was interrupted by a rude voice.
"Excuse me Weasley, are you going to move or should I come back later?" Ginny's fists clenched as she heard the familiar drawl of her most hated enemy.
"Get a life Malfoy, there's plenty of room." She said nastily, turning around to face him. She almost let go of the cup in her hand. She had found her nameless blonde.