Sorry for the delay, again. I know i am terrible about updating but i am bound to get better. I just got back about a week ago and I'm getting back to the routine.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.


CHAPTER FOUR: DRESSING UP

Hot and sweaty, Ginny headed for the shower before getting ready for the party. Having hot

water streaming down her back just might dismiss her feelings towards the raven downstairs.

Meanwhile downstairs, Harry headead for the couch. He sat down and picked up the book

Ginny was reding before, then laying down on the comfy couch. This was not the type of book

he normally read but it was descent: more of a tragedy, A Walk to Remember. His sour muscles

kicked in and in about half an hour, he fell into a restful slumber.

Ginny stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a towel and her wet hair sticking to her body. She

wasn't able to come up with much of a comclusion with the whole Harry situation and had

decided to let fate take its role i life. She shouldn't be wasting her time on dreaming about a

"childish fantasy" when she could be acting it. She opened her bedroom door and headed for

ther closet. Inside she found her dress. Fred and George were acting quite generous and had

presented this dress designed for models to Ginny. They had something up her sleeve but to her,

that did not matter at the time. All she wanted was to impress the Boy- Who- Lived. It took her

about 20 minutes until she was somewhat satisfied with her hair and moved on to the make-up.

She didn't want to go for a wanna-be look and she defiantely did not want to look desperate so

she went for a look of innocense. She bent down and grabbed her shoes from under her bed.

With the heels that these shoes had she would be just a few inches under Harry. Yes, she had

calculated it. It was all planned and it was NOT going to mess up . . . hopefully.

Harry woke to the soft creaks of that stairs; someone was coming down. He took this time to

run the sleep out of his eyes and straighten his clothes. If Mr. Weasely was coming down, it

wouldn't be polite to look a mess in a guest's house. Basically, he didnt want to look a mess to

Ginny. He could make out the bottom of a dress: that meant it could either be Mrs. Weasely,

Hermione, or gulp Ginny. He turned around and threw on his shirt. When he was done, he

turned around and came eye to eye with none other that Ginevra Weasely. Their eyes were

locked. Ginny stepped down from her last step and this tie was broken. Harry then checked her

up and down. He was beautiful. No, Gorgeous. Her dress suited her perfectly. It's colour

brought out her auburn curls and not to mention reminded Harry of his mother, the material

seemed to be made for her slender figure, and her make-up was natural.

"HARRY?! WE HAVE LIKE 15 MINUTES LEFT UNTIL WE GO TO THE PARTY AND

YOU ARE JUST STANDING THERE IN YOUR QUIDDITCH CLOTHES?! MUM AND

RON CAME BACK HOURS AGO AND RON IS EVEN READY!"

Harry stood up and rushed up stairs, not before hearing her mutter, "men."