Summary: Sadie Hawkins Ball. Harry fancies Ginny. Ginny fancies Harry. Harry no talk. Ginny no talk. Ginny give in and ask Harry to ball. What Harry say to Ginny! One-shot, Harry-Ginny fluff
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A/N: One-shot. Maybe a prequel. Dunno yet. I was bored, it was eleven thirty pm, I had nothing to do besides write. So, I decided to post some Harry/Ginny fluff!
Diamond Rain by moi, Faerie (of) Fyre (and Shadows)
Part One: The Ball
"Love ceases to be a pleasure,
when it ceases to be a secret."
Aphra Behn, 'The Lover's Wrath'
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Sixteen-year-old Ginerva Weasly fidgeted nervously. Hogwarts was hosting a Sadie Hawkins ball, where girls invited their dates. Ginny knew exactly who she wanted to ask, but the said was turning down many propositions. Gathering her wits and Gryffindor courage, she made her way to where he sat in the near-empty common room.
"Harry? Can I talk to you? I have a question about the Quidditch game Saturday." Ginny asked, lying smoothly. Harry looked up from his Potions assignment and nodded, standing. He followed Ginny to a quiet corner of the common room. "Why do I get the feeling that this isn't a question about the Quidditch game?" Harry inquired innocently. Ginny blushed slightly, turning her head slightly. "Will you go to the dance with me?" She blurted out, immediately regretting it as Harry looked shocked.
"Yes." Harry said suddenly, surprising the redhead. Ginny's head shot up. "What?" She asked stupidly. Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Gin, people have been asking me to the ball. I was waiting for you to ask me." He admitted, his neck reddening slightly. "Really?" Ginny asked softly, not daring to believe it. "Really." Harry assured her, taking a step closer to her. Ginny felt her breath catch in her throat as Harry came closer, his head inches from hers, his breath hot on her face. His lips captured hers in a tender and sweet caress as Harry hugged her to him. Ginny kissed him back, her tongue running along his teeth. Harry slowly and sadly pulled away, keeping Ginny close. He pressed his forehead against hers. "Who or what should we go as?" He asked softly. Ginny bit her lower lip. A sly smirk formed on her face. "Seeing as nobody has any idea that we're going together," She began mischievously.
The night of the dance found people begging for Harry to tell them who he was going with. He'd always smile shyly and murmur that he wouldn't tell. It was a formal ball, Muggle style, like an American Muggle prom. Harry was clad in a dark blue suit with tails, a black tie, and blood-red rose pinned to his suit. He had a flower box holding a red rose framed with white lilies-of-the-valley. "Wow, look at Ginny!" Seamus breathed. Harry turned to the girls dormitory to see the said girl. Ignoring the hush that had come over the common room, Ginny descended the stairs, blushing slightly.
Ginny's auburn hair was curled and sides pulled to the crown, tied with a black ribbon. Her dress was a prom style floor length, low cut in the back with spaghetti straps. It was a dark blue, the exact colour of Harry's suit, though nobody made the connection. She had a dark red wrap-around over her shoulders. Dark blue heels peeked from beneath the pale blue silk and netted lining that made the skirt full as she stopped of the foot of the stairs. Harry had slipped through the crowd and made his way to Ginny, shined black shoes clicking quietly against the flagstone.
Reaching Ginny, Harry smiled shyly, opening the flower box. He pulled the corsage out, slipping it onto her wrist. Gasps and murmuring filled the common room as they realised that Harry and Ginny were going together. Banishing the box, Harry offered her his arm, which she gladly took. They made their way through the crowd, Ginny blushing slightly and a slightly pink tinge to Harry's cheeks. Laughing, the House followed them to the Great Hall.
Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore looked up as the Gryffindor's entered, led by Harry Potter and Ginny Weasly. "Merlin, Albus. They look exactly like Lily and James." Minerva choked out. Albus nodded. "Looks are deceiving, Minerva. Miss Weasly is more like James and Harry similar to Lily. They are young and carefree, let them have their fun, Minerva." He said, watching the said Gryffindor's kissed each other passionately, unaware of everything around them. "May Lily and James rest in peace." Minerva murmured.
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End A/N: Corny, cheesy, fluff, and everything in-between! This was going to turn out different and be a completely different fic, but I changed my mind. I might do a 'sequel' have this like a 'prequel'. I decided to be kind, as it is nearing July 4th starts playing 'The Star-Spangled Banner and waving little American flags and put up a Harry/Ginny FLUFFY fic! I might do a chappie of R/Hr and another of J/L. I'll put in a chappie kinda like this for any characters if u ask VERY nicely. Kudos 2 all reviewers!
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