Meanwhile, as Ammi sat alone, and embarrassed on her bed, in her pale yellow noon gown and slippers, the others down at the party waited, mostly impatiently, for the birthday girl to receive her new party gown.

Harry sat on the off-white loveseat alone, He stared down at his gray suit and bright red tie, then down into his deep red glass of wine. He swirled it, then felt the couch sink beside him. He turned.

"Why Harry, hello" said Ginny, suggesting she hadn't noticed him until just this moment. She smiled.

" Evening Ginevera. Nice on I do hope" Harry asked calmly

Ginny nodded and took a sip of clear champagne. Just then A Short, Blonde haired girl in a pony tail and a sparkling yellow party dress plopped down beside Her. Ginny's Hand shook and she splattered Champagne All on her upper chest.

"I'm so sorry!" The girl yelled and ran out of the room

"Oh let me" Said Harry. Gently wiping away the spill with a handkerchief from his pocket. He followed it as it trickled down, down, right through Ginny's-

"Oh!" she cried. "Harry!" They paused and Ginny looked down at Harry's hand down her shirt. She blushed. He blushed.

"Its Here!" Cried Hermionie She held it up before herself. " Oh no. No no no!" She had noticed that the elegant pink dress' Hem was cut off a few inches above the knees. " She can't wear this!"

"Its fine dear" said Ron sweetly

"No its not!"

"Ill take it to her now dear. It will do just for tonight. Its her birthday, don't forget." and he snatched the gown from his wife's hands. She watched him carry it up the stairs with a look or angered worry on her face.

Harry yanked his hand from Ginny's shirt and they smile fake smiles and chuckled a bit, both quite embarrassed. "I just thought that I could tell you tonight" said Ginny

"Tell me what Ginevera?"

"That I- well to ask you, and to say that I think, Iv'e always thought you were quite, well maybe, very, very I guess, Handsome, and I maybe thought I could um ask you to sometime go out on a um perhaps we could go out on a maybe something like a date or something."

Harry smiled and took Ginny's hand into his.

Just then Ammi came sweeping down the stairway in her beautiful, sleeveless and very short gown and matching shoes Harry had given her. She looked and felt stunning. Her hair was in a bun but There were two sparking pink barrettes fastened in it now.

She stared down at Harry just as his sweet lips muttered "A date? Of course!"

Tears flow down Ammi's forlorn face and she put her face in her hands and ran down the stairs and behind Harry to the kitchen.

"Baby, baby what's wrong" cooed Hermionie gently holding her daughter to her.

"Oh mommy, I...I, Oh ,Harry Potter hates me!"